Your phone rings, as you wait for this man to answer. How could someone who’s never fully employed not be able to pick up the phone? You stare at the contact ID with slight irritation, laying back on your bed.
You were calling up Toji. Unfortunately.
Though you don’t know how unfortunate you could be with having such a handsome and very muscular man ready at your disposal.
The transaction was simple. You’d offer a bed to sleep, your body and maybe some takeout in exchange for some dick. And it worked out quite well. He got off, you definitely got off and all would be well until he’d leave in the morning.
But right now he was testing your patience. Which was already wearing thin since you had just come home from work a few hours ago, and you needed something to tire you out. Or at least something to forget about the crap day you had. How long was he going to-
“Hey.”
You flip over and put the phone to your ear. “Hey…Are you here yet? You’re making me sound like a desperate hoe.”
He holds his phone up with his shoulder as his hand steering the wheel of his car. He was driving up and down the street it seems. He smirks a little at your self deprecating quip.
“I’m here. Just don’t have any money for parking.”
You raise your eyebrow, trying not to roll your eyes even though you know he couldn’t see them. Though he could definitely tell just from through the phone.
You could already see where this is going.
“How do you have a whole ass car but no money for parking? I thought you got that odd job recently.”
“It doesn’t pay as much as you think it does. Goes to my rent and bills before it can go to you sadly.” He responds with a hint of sarcasm.
There’s a slight pause before he asks. “So, are you gonna give me the money or not?”
The absolute audacity of this guy. But you were willing to put up with it for the sake of your hormones. Your raging and needy hormones.
You undoubtedly sigh. “Fine...” Your fingers type away as you send some money to his account.
And yes this was an often enough occurrence to have his card details saved on your banking app. Let’s not dwell on it for too long.
“Thanks. I promise to make it worth your while.” He teases a little, seeing the money go through and hanging up to park his car in front of your apartment.
After a while you hear a knock on the door, and you walk up to open it. You were wearing some yoga pants and a matching top, something you knew that he particularly enjoyed on you. And it showed by his obvious glance up and down at your body.
“Can I come in?” He was wearing his usual clothes, or maybe the only pair of clothes he had at the moment, a fitting black top and sweatpants. You could see his muscles peeking through and a slight shadow of his dick. Your mouth watered at the thought of him being commando.
“What are you, a vampire?” You remark with a small laugh, turning around as you begin to walk to your bedroom. As was protocol after you both remove your shoes. You had some standards. He was definitely staring at your ass as he closed your front door and began to follow you through the hallway.
He huffs air out of his nostrils. “Just thought I’d be extra polite to you since you paid for my transport.” He follows you into your bedroom, where you had put the lights on dim mode before he got here.
“Thanks by the way.” He stands in front of you while you sit down and lean back on your wrists. Your thighs look extra soft and pillowy like this.
“No problem. But…I think you can show your appreciation in another way.”
He cocks an eyebrow up. “I think I know exactly how. You’ve been real needy haven’t you? Blowing up my phone so I can give you what you want?”
You pout, because he was clearly exaggerating just to get on your nerves. You had only sent him like…two texts to initiate this. Maybe three.
“I wouldn’t say it like that.” You mutter defensively, averting your gaze.
“Oh, so you don’t want this? You don’t feel…needy right now?” He walks closer, knocking your thighs apart with his knee so he can stand between them. He was messing with you, knowing the word ‘needy’ was striking a nerve in you.
You screw your lips up, your ego not wanting to give you the confirmation that you were very needy. So needy that you were trying not to stare directly at his crotch and pull his pants down.
“No…”
He smiles a little, before his hands travel up your thighs he was ogling at. His hands were rough and scarred, which made them even hotter in your opinion. You could feel the warmth from them seeping into your skin. Your nostrils flare a quick second.
“No?” He doesn’t believe that. Especially with the way you’ve begged for him to stuff you full many times before, and the way you’ve begged for him to fuck you into your mattress with no mercy.
“Not even here?” His rugged thumb rubs your inner thigh teasingly, knowing that your core is absolutely throbbing right now. He doesn’t even need to feel it. The tip of his thumb ever so slightly gets near to your already damp panties before pulling away.
You hate how much this got you wet.
“What will you do if I say yes?” You murmur, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You were trying to hold on to the little dignity you had left.
“Get on all fours and I’ll show you.” He gives your thigh a slight tap, like he was patting the roof of a car. Your skin ripples at his touch.
“What about my clothes?” You huff.
He smiles, the scar on his lip moulding to it. “What, want me to take them off?”
“You gonna ask nicely?” He adds. “Or are you gonna keep staring at my dick?”
Damn, guess he caught you. You roll your eyes and put on a feigned sweet voice.
“Can you take my clothes off for me?” You force out. “Please?” You mockingly bat your eyelashes at him, just to sweeten and seal the deal.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his large chest. The sound is dark yet inviting, it has your thighs clenching. “Alright.”
“Lift your hips.”
You lift your hips like he said, as he removes off your yoga pants to show your soft skin. You had made sure to use the nicest body lotion you owned, as well as a nice scent that wasn’t too overwhelming but enough to drive him crazy.
He stares at your body intently, before hooking a finger in your panties to pull them off. A soft moan escapes you as the damp fabric peels away from your hot core.
“Hm, I can already smell how wet you are.” He casually collects the wetness gathering between your legs with a lazy hand, watching you let out a breath. “I thought you weren't needy.”
“I’m not…Just horny.” You mumble.
“Very, by the looks of it. Lift your arms too.” You lift your arms, revealing your tits as they drop softly out of the bounds of tight fabric. You get on all fours, arching your back to show him your glistening pussy eagerly waiting for him.
“So fucking wet…” He grunts, already feeling his pants get tight as he begins to rub his nose up and down your slit. You bite your lip.
“Please…no more teasing. Just eat me out…” You put it bluntly, no longer pretending to not be desperate. You needed to feel the unprecedented skill of his tongue. You whine a little and wiggle your ass in his face.
“So you’re gonna be good for me now? Okay.” He smirks a little as he starts to feast on your clit in a practice yet sloppy fashion, just the way you liked it. You let out a deep sigh and you rest on your forearms instead of your hands, already being weakened by the motions of his tongue.
He was practically making out with it, littering it with kisses and little sucks. You could be a little embarrassed at how obscenely wet you are from the sounds bouncing off the walls, but you didn’t have it in you to care. You were too busy letting out moans of deep, deep relief, the type you get when scratching a really itchy area.
He then decides to use his tongue to go in and out of your hole, which makes you start to twitch. He smacks your ass and grips your cheeks to keep you place as he doesn’t relent not one bit.
“Ah, god…Toji…” You shakily gasp, more whines escaping your throat as you drop your head down. He parts your cheeks apart, just really making a mess of you as he could see everything. This is what you needed, what you were craving.
“Fuck…” You draw out for a few seconds, your eyes starting to twitch as you grip the sheets tighter. He’s obviously amused since you can feel him chuckle against your clit, before really going to work.
You would’ve thought he hadn’t eaten in days.
You were literally on the verge of releasing all over his face before he all of a sudden pulled away, leaving you confused and irritated. You look back at him with a slight scowl.
“Didn’t I say no more teasing? I needed that…” You huff impatiently, before you realise what he’s doing.
“I don’t think you’re gonna be complaining anymore soon.” He pulls out his aching dick, and you almost drool at how big and veiny it is. God, you never got tired of seeing it.
It's how you remembered why you put up with any of his bullshit anyway. Why did the universe always give the biggest dicks to the bummiest men? Life doesn’t make sense.
He begins to stroke it lazily, getting off to the sight of your pussy slobbered with his saliva. It was his favourite sight ever. Other than your ass of course. He lets out a tight breath as he puts a hand on your ass, preparing to stretch you out completely. You feel a drip of his precum drip onto your sensitive clit, getting a whimper out of you.
You look back at his stroking himself and getting even more bigger, wondering how you even dealt with this in your guts the last time before. It bewildered every time you saw it, how he was just walking around with that thing in his pants.
He can sense the slight shock in your face and chuckles, lining up his tip with your aching hole. “Don’t worry. We both know it fits don’t we?”
And before you can say something back, you blink faster at him entering you. It’s like his length was pushing out the shaky breaths you were holding, as you put all your focus into sucking him in.
“Shit…Still so tight for me…” He lets out a deep grunt of approval, which makes you a little proud in your head that you still had it. He hums deeply once he fits fully inside of your hot heat, which is still pulling him in like you were scared he was gonna pull out. He grips the fat of your cheeks to get a hold of himself.
“Head down, ass up.” He instructs with a slight breathy tone, as you give him a look of slight annoyance. This dude had no manners whatsoever, even when miles deep inside of you.
But he’s nothing but amused by your defiance, deciding to give a harsh thrust of his hips so your head falls forward and your back hits a deeper arch. You let out a surprised moan before he puts a firm hand on your back and begins to piston his hips like an angry machine.
“That’s it…No more fighting for me…” He somehow manages to keep teasing you while hitting your sensitive spot each time. Your sounds were unabashed and loud, as your arms went in front of you to grip the pillow. Anything that could maintain your grip on reality as he gave you a reason to stop talking. “Just fucking take it…”
He notices you desperately clutching the pillow and decides to hilt his thrusts more so it was at a higher and more extreme angle. And in response, you only got louder and more obscene. Like a more realistic porn star, where you sounded exaggerated but like a woman losing her mind.
But nothing about this could be exaggerated at all.
“T-Toji…! Holy crap, you’re so deep…” Your voice bounces up and down as if you were on a trampoline, your head turning on its side as your cheek pressed deeper into the sheets.
“Let go of the pillow…This is what you wanted, so you gonna take it…” He gives your ass another smack, his toes digging into the floor of your room as he only gets even faster and animalistic. From the way he was fucking you, it was like he was angry at you but he felt nothing but pleasure at the sight of your ass cheeks bouncing with every slap of his pelvis.
You didn’t know how you were gonna survive, but you ultimately decided to follow his orders and move your hand away from the pillow. Because you would kick him out if he even dared to stop or slow down even a bit. Your arms fall by your side as you succumb to pleasure, which makes him make a sound that’s half a laugh and deep groan.
You looked dumb with scary amounts of pleasure, not even knowing how long he was pummelling deep inside of you. Your eyes were unfocused and your hands were twitching beside you, fighting the urge to put your hand back on his hip bone.
“Toji…Please…I’m so close…Please make me cum…” You hope that is what you rambled about anyway, as you didn’t know if your words could be heard properly by him. The mattress squeaked and the headboard hit the wall with a hard rhythm, adding to the soundtrack of your combined sounds of ecstasy.
“I know…You’re squeezing the shit out of me…” He grits his teeth as he grips your plush hips enough to leave bruises, his eyes glued to the sight of his wet dick sliding back in and out of you.
He looked up to the ceiling so he wouldn’t cum before you. “This is exactly what you wanted, huh? Me coming here and fucking the shit out of you?…And making you scream my name…Didn’t you?”
“Mm, yes…! Holy shit…Toji…!” Your eyes roll back as you close your eyes, your last and final cry being slightly hoarse and wanton. You clamp down on him like he wanted him permanently attached to you, and you can barely just manage to hear him curse over your wails.
His hips stutter as he pushes through your tight walls, before ramming inside of you a final time with his cum. You twitched as you felt his throb inside of you, feeling you bit by bit as he flushes your walls entirely white.
Your body goes limp, becoming a rag doll as he pulls out of you and you slide down into laying on your stomach. You smile dreamily to yourself, knowing you immediately felt like you were on a cloud.
He watches his cum drip out of you a tiny bit, helping himself to another gentle slap of your butt. He was just addicted to the way it jiggled and swayed, finding your soft yelp cute.
“Didn’t even know I could cum that much.” He notes as he lays down on his back beside you, his face a stoic yet completely sated.
You lift up your head and chuckle breathlessly. “Really? With that monster you had in your pants? I thought that was the average amount for you.”
He chuckles a little, his eyebrows doing a small raise. “Yeah, maybe I never realised…”
You both catch your breaths and stay in comfortable silence for a bit, getting some of your stamina back. Then he breaks the silence.
“Can I use your shower before you leave? And your fridge?”
You were too tired to care. After what he just gave you, that was seen as menial compensation. You roll on your back.
A Different Kind of Problem (ao3) - the_crown_jules
sam/bucky
E, 7k
Summary: “Do you know what it feels like to be insatiable?”
Two months ago, an interrogation gone wrong left Sam with Bucky’s explicit words seared into his brain and body.
Now, Bucky is living in the Avengers Compound, making pancakes and wearing Steve’s huge sweatshirts, fluffy haired and a little shy, seemingly completely content to be on house arrest — and Sam has never been more confused. Whatever Steve thinks, Sam doesn’t have a problem with Bucky. This domesticity is just so at odds with the feral sexuality Bucky had used to rattle Sam during his interrogation. Where did that side of Bucky go? And why can’t Sam stop thinking about finding it? Maybe Sam does have a problem with Bucky… it’s just not the problem Steve thinks it is.
Set in a version of CA:CW where Zemo is apprehended before he can use the trigger words. While the resulting complexities are worked out around Bucky’s pardon, Steve’s actions, and the crumbling foundation under the Accords, everyone does their best to piece their lives back together at the Avengers Compound, especially a certain super soldier looking for a fresh start….
Hands-Free (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain
steve/bucky
E, 13k
Summary: Or: Five times throughout their lives that Steve and Bucky chose not to use their hands to make each other come - and the one time they had no choice.
Hidden (ao3) - fadedlullabyes, Silver_Moon_Lit_Forest
steve/tony, bruce/clint/thor
E, 21k
Summary: After years of hiding his status as an Omega, Steve finally slips up when he beileves the rest of the team is out of the tower.
intentional hurts (ao3) - trickofthelights
agatha/wanda
E, 97k
Summary: "But if you want to continue bumbling your way towards the apocalypse, be my guest.”
Wanda, with agonizing slowness, inches toward awareness, absolution, and Agatha.
I Wanna Take You There (ao3) - Kiribabe
logan/wade
E, 15k
Summary: Logan purposely takes his time, inching in slowly and pumping out even slower. Not because he cares all that much about how comfortable or prepped Wade is, but because he enjoys how easy it is to draw out all those desperate little noises.
He appreciates them much more than he’s willing to let on, if he’s being honest.
Because it turns out that when Wade Wilson isn’t being an overly sarcastic, fast-mouthed prick, he actually sounds kind of pretty.
Or:
That one scene where they fight in the Honda Oddeysy, but like 10X’s more horny because we all know it should have been.
Just Hold Me (ao3) - shanology
steve/bucky
E, 10k
Summary: Bucky Barnes is living in Avengers Tower, and all he wants in the world is to be cuddled. He sets out to get his new friends to give him the snuggling he needs, because it's not something he can ask of Steve yet.
Steve doesn't see it in quite the same way.
Also, there are Avengers movie nights, possibly with a showing of The Covenant. Just saying.
Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers
steve/natasha
E, 219k
Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.
Mon Démon (ao3) - lambofwrath
agatha/rio
E, 30k
Summary: “It really warms the heart,” Rio smirks sarcastically.
Agatha scoffs at the thought, “You don’t have a heart.”
As Rio doesn’t let go of Agatha’s hand, she closes the distance between them, inching forward, staring right into Agatha’s eyes, “Yes, I do. It’s black,” her voice is low, almost irritated, or maybe disappointed, “And it beats for you."
Agatha’s mouth opens involuntarily as she tries to ignore the shiver travelling down her spine. “Well,” her pupils narrow and her lips curl into a smile, “it’s about to be ripped out.”
Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes (ao3) - f3ralfa3
sam/bucky
E, 11k
Summary: sam likes visiting bucky in his office. it gets inappropriate real fast.
My Love and Affection (ao3) - ozuma
steve/tony
E, 10k
Summary: Through sheer serendipity, Tony discovers a lesser known side effect of the super soldier serum. Naturally, his scientific curiosity demands that it be tested in the bedroom.
Oh, and he's always fantasized about being filled with copious amounts of come.
In which Steve makes Tony's dreams come true and discovers a few things about himself along the way.
Nothing Ventured (ao3) - iswyn
loki/tony
E, 82k
Summary: Everyone at school wants Professor Stark, but he just doesn’t seem interested. When Loki goes all in for his own play, he learns that all is not quite what it seems with the object of his desires. The professor has a secret that could ruin his reputation. Can Loki handle it?
Pay Attention to Me! (ao3) - PrincessSunflower
peter/wade
E, 1k
Summary: Peter won't give Wade the attention he wants. So Deadpool will have to demand it.
Sex, Drugs, & Needles (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain
steve/bucky
E, 38k
Summary: Bucky's a bit of a masochist in that sense – needles and the buzz of a tattoo gun have always turned him on...
It’s even worse that this client is what they call a ‘needle virgin’. Doesn’t appear to have a piercing anywhere on him (although Bucky could still be surprised; you never know what people have hiding under their clothes), and he’s already made it clear that he has no prior ink. Bucky’s always found something inherently sexy about being the first person to introduce another to that experience. Not all people like it; some can only handle the one tattoo and then they’re done for good, never seen again.
Others have the tendency to come back, and Bucky always feels a small sense of pride when he watches those select clients getting more and more added to their bodies – now in love with the art form. And if they happen to be getting tattooed by Clint, or Natasha, or Logan, there’s always that feeling of, But my art went on you first.
He has absolutely no problem popping this guy's needle cherry.
Stuck In Orbit (ao3) - kayniiine
agatha/rio
E, 195k
Summary: Agatha Harkness, a professor of English at Harvard University, has bounced around her whole life, city to city and continent to continent. In an attempt to find out what it means to be still, she decides to lay down roots in the heart of Boston, finally putting good use to the degree she'd paid absurd amounts of money for twenty-odd years ago.
After an accident that leaves Agatha with a severe concussion, she opens her eyes to take in the most beautiful woman she's ever set sight on, a dulled assumption that it's her partner due to the disorientation, but is in all reality the ER attending, Doctor Rio Vidal.
A chance meeting, an adorable mishap, and miscommunication tether two strangers together in inexplicable ways.
take you down (ao3) - ABitNotGoodieBag
sam/bucky
E, 4k
Summary: Bucky is a distracting menace and Sam’s gonna let him know what’s what.
The Bad Thing (ao3) - midwestprincess_01
agatha/rio, agatha/wanda, alice/jennifer, wanda/natasha
E, 42k
Summary: Rio clicked her pen shut, set her notebook down on the side table next to her and leaned forward in her seat, resting her elbows on her knees before speaking. “I want you both to know that this only works if you want it to work. I’m here to facilitate a productive conversation between you two. To find a way through whatever it is that you may be struggling with. There are no right or wrong answers here, no one is the hero or the villain. So, please, I need you both to contribute in order to move forward.” Rio’s eyes flickered between the women as she spoke.
Wanda simply smiled and nodded.
Agatha rolled her eyes and scoffed under her breath something similar to “fucking hell.”
Rio had to hide her smirk. Oh this was gonna be fun.
OR
Rio is Agatha and Wanda's couples therapist and all three of them are lowkey bad people.
The One Where Tony Is The Meat In A Supersoldier Sandwich (ao3) - WhisperElmwood
bucky/steve/tony
E, 11k
Summary: Alternatively titled: 'What Crawled Up Tony’s Ass?’
Tony spends three hours with a plug up his ass battling knock-off Chitauri robots in Central Park, then Steve and Bucky find out and, well, things go from there really.
The Proposal (ao3) - The_Nerd_Alert
steve/bucky
E, 112k
Summary: Steve Rogers works as an executive assistant for his demon of a boss James Barnes, at Pierce Publishing. Everyone HATES working with James Barnes, the epitome of Satan himself in every way possible. But when his Visa for immigration is denied, James quickly hatches a plan and drags Steve into a plot to thwart the United States Government into thinking they are engaged to avoid deportation. Thus follows the weekend from your wildest imagination as boss and employee learn about themselves and what it means to be truly happy.
Well I Wonder (ao3) - midwestprincess_01
agatha/rio
E, 147k
Summary: Rio Vidal moves back to her hometown of Westview after 20yrs and has to face her high school sweetheart (and the bane of her existence) Agatha Harkness.
Your Love is Killing Me (ao3) - Jennifer-Oksana (JenniferOksana)
agatha/rio
E, 4k
Summary: New York, 1987. Agatha and Rio reunite after centuries of shorter, less friendly encounters. This time, our favorite toxic witch lesbians can't keep their hands off each other despite it being a terrible ideas. These two are very much in love and somehow, that just makes it worse. This belongs in the Interview with the Witch-Killer Universe but if you didn't read that, just assume Agatha and Rio met up after an Witches' Road attempt didn't end up happening.
5 Seconds of Naughty (ao3) - sir_red
luke/ashton, michael/calum
E, 5k
Summary: Shameless smut about 5SOS.
Come and Get Me (ao3) - orphan_account
luke/ashton
E, 1k
Summary: Luke and Ashton "unwind" in their hotel room. Sexy times ensue.
come on, tell me boy (ao3) - merlypops
luke/ashton
E, 2k
Summary: Luke just wants to hear Ashton beg and it's better than he hoped.
Demesne (ao3) - merlypops
michael/luke
E, 3k
Summary: Luke is teasing Michael during a show and Michael tries to show Luke who's calling the shots, except it doesn't exactly turn out that way.
Doggy Style - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias))
calum/ashton, michael/luke
E, 16k
Summary: Calum and Ashton aren't allowed to have pets in their building. So, when their landlord finds a leash in their apartment, Calum has to come up with a quick lie to explain its presence.
drowning in you (ao3) - orphan_account
michael/calum, luke/ashton
E, 1k
Summary: the one where michael entertains calum's overstimulation kink.
'I'm not gay.' (ao3) - antisocialhood
michael/ashton
M, 5k
Summary: Michael just isn't gay.
It's Okay, Princess (ao3) - lashtonaf
luke/ashton
E, 2k
Summary: Luke likes being a tease, if he knows that Ashton will punish him for it.
I Want Your Bite (ao3) - hukelemmings (dafeedil)
michael/luke
E, 4k
Summary: Or, they hook up in the car before their first date, and it may or may not be the hottest thing Luke's ever experienced.
Kissing In Cars (ao3) - orphan_account
luke/ashton
N/R, 4k
Summary: Luke sneaks out to meet his hot senior boyfriend. Luke is not very patient.
Like A Summer Day (ao3) - merlypops
michael/calum, luke/ashton
E, 9k
Summary: Calum likes to look pretty, Lashton are interfering little shits, and Michael almost gets a phone thrown at his head. And then there's Malum. Lots and lots of Malum.
Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough. (ao3) - Fallinstar (orphan_account)
michael/ashton
E, 2k
Summary: Ashton is Michaels hot, sexy, muscular big brother and Michael is horny.
rhythm of the night (ao3) - lourrygum
ot4
E, 6k
Summary: It was great when Calum and Ashton finally stopped being dumb and got together but its not so great when the lines between where they can and can't fuck get a little blurry and Luke and Michael have to endure it
or, Michael and Luke are turned on by Ashton and Calum's sex sounds and also by each other.
Start Of Something New (ao3) - orphan_account
michael/luke
E, 2k
Summary: “Lu, I’m pansexual, you know this. Just because I prefer blokes over birds does not me my love for you is just gone,” Michael presses a kiss to Lucy’s temple. “You’re always gonna be my baby.
Or,
Luke has questions.
Take It Off (ao3) - radioactive_pizza
michael/calum
N/R, 2k
Summary: // the one where all Calum was trying to do was get clothes for his shower, but his best mate ends up fucking him
White Noise (ao3) - merlypops
luke/ashton
E, 7k
Summary: Luke and Ashton have massive crushes on each other, Ashton throws a party, and all of Luke's dreams come true. (Maybe they're a tiny bit in love too. Maybe.)
Your Hips, My Hands, You Swing, and You Dance (ao3) - lashtonaf
luke/ashton
E, 3k
Summary: Luke ends up meeting a pretty & giggly boy at the club, and they get acquainted quickly ;-)
your mouth was made to suck my kiss (ao3) - mukeftlashton
michael/luke
E, 2k
Summary: Luke really appreciates Michael's red leather jacket, and it makes for a really uncomfortable situation.
Or, me being me and writing a one shot about Luke's boner at the iHeart Awards. Yes, I realize how late this is.
A Comprehensive Guide On How To Make Dan Howell Tired Enough To Get In Bed (ao3) - deletable_bird
Summary: This is what Dan loves about the old Phil, the Phil from way back when; his blatant, flirty, inappropriate comments, his complete lack of inhibitions; the way he digs his fingers into Dan’s hair and kisses him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever be able to do.
As You Please (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)
Summary: In which Dan ruins the mood during sex. Except he doesn't.
Bite (ao3) - aby55al
Summary: Phil is a vampire, has been for around ten years, but he's stuck at 19. He's always been able to get into bars or wherever it was easiest to get a fresh source of blood. It never mattered to him what kind of blood it was, blood was something he had to have, and whichever way was easiest was fine by him. Until one night he met Dan.
Distractions (ao3) - your_starless_eyes
Summary: Dan's a bit anxious about his newest video, and that just won't do.
drop dead legs (ao3) - CapriciousCrab
Summary: He shouldn't be so aroused by the sight of Phil's thighs.
Happy Ending (ao3) - winstonlives
Summary: Danny hurts his back, Philly helps him feel better. ;P
Hot Baking Twink Jacks Huge Cock (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)
Summary: Halloween Baking heats up (really just shameless porn)
i'm exactly where you like me (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Dan and Phil meet in a gay bar. They fuck
Just Another Dumb Jock (ao3) - aby55al (orphan_account)
Summary: Jock Dan goes to high school with pastel Phil. Then they have sex.
Let's share (ao3) - blackdoeeyes
Summary: It's 2016 and Dan and Phil have always been just platonic best friends. But everything somehow moves to another level, from dark corridor to dimly lit room.
not a chew toy? (ao3) - phantasticworks
Summary: Apparently some things aren’t meant to be chewed on. Who knew?
Not Just Any Fan. (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)
Summary: Dan and Phil meet for coffee and something more...
Now Jump Me Like a Kangaroo (ao3) - developerdaniel
Summary: aka the fic where phil cant think of any other way to describe his feelings to dan than with the Ninja Sex Party original song Heart Boner and after discovering both of them feel the same way for each other, those heart boners also become physical boners and a night of the no pants dance between them them ensues.
Pumpkin Spice (ao3) - ThoughtaThought
Summary: You remember how I left you on the verge of smut in Chapter 3 of Pumpkin Pride? Here ya go, here's that smut.
Winter 2009
Dan: 18
Phil: 22
Say It (ao3) - aby55al (orphan_account)
Summary: Phil refuses to say fuck so Dan decides to practice abstinence. Then they have sex.
Sugar Daddy and Dan (ao3) - aby55al (orphan_account)
Summary: Sugar baby Dan is afraid that his sugar daddy Phil will fire him if he catches feelings. Then they have sex.
The Prince's Protector (ao3) - aby55al
Summary: Dan is a prince and Phil is his personal bodyguard. Then they have sex. :)
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you look so good it hurts (in my favorite t-shirt) (ao3) - phantasticworks
Summary: Phil is gifted with a "Mega Dilf" shirt. Guess who picked that shirt out?
May I FINALLY present to you... *smut* If you like the story, please let me know, and thank you for reading!
Read it on ao3 here.
He was on her in an instant, mouth crashing into hers. This was not like their first two kisses, clouded by adrenaline, injury-induced surrealness and the raging relief of evading death. This one was raw and earnest and real—and they both knew it. Both felt it in their very bones. An intense, powerful surge of joy echoed between their souls, reverberating off each other with resounding wonder.
Teeth clashed against teeth. Tongues danced and swirled. The savagery of the kiss, so primal and exhilarating, so mutually consuming, sent a shiver down Elain’s spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. Those magnificent hands moved to the small of her back and then even lower, gripping her hips. His hands were so large, and she so much smaller, that he nearly encircled her entire waist. The size difference sent another pulse through her core.
A guttural moan escaped her as his lips began to travel downward, passing over her throat, pressing wicked kisses painstakingly against her collarbone. How could his kisses be both hot and cold? The icy burning of his lips against her skin set her entire body aflame. Hazel eyes met dark brown, and then his mouth was on hers again. His lips were so full, so sweet. She could live off of that taste, she decided. Live and die off the dangerously addictive taste of him. Of Azriel.
“Azriel,” she moaned. His name fell from her lips like summer rain fell from the sky: soft and warm and deliciously freeing.
“Elain,” he murmured back, smiling against her mouth. Reverence dripped from each syllable, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. She felt the same, like she was dreaming, but she knew that couldn’t be true. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined how right this felt. Like her heart was fracturing and reforming itself over and over again, all because of him. All because of the devastating, tortured, complicated, divine male before her.
A small seed of doubt remained, though, and she needed him to destroy it. Needed his reassurance before she gave herself to him in this irrevocably intimate way.
“A question for a question?” she breathed into his mouth.
With considerable effort, he pulled back, panting. “Okay.” His voice was hoarse.
“Is this really what you want?”
Something like pain flickered across his face, but it was replaced a second later with a passion so intense it was molten.
“Elain,” he rasped, and she inhaled sharply at the way his voice curled up inside of her. How it found a home within the very crooks and crevices of her bones. One of his hands remained on her hip while the other reached up to cup her face, and the way he looked at her made her wish she could paint like her sister, if only to capture the perfection of this moment forever. “I have never wanted anything more in my life.”
She let out an animalistic sound at that, a half-sob, half-gasp of relief, of knowing he felt the same way. It was the truth. She was sure of it. No lying between them. Not anymore.
“And you? Is this what you want?” he asked roughly. A calloused, scarred thumb gently caressed her cheek.
Reverently, she placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers ever so slightly. He shuddered at the touch, at the intensity in her gaze, as she spoke her truth, as well.
“You are the only thing I have ever truly wanted.”
His lips met hers again, a renewed passion in the kiss. He bit her lower lip and then sucked it between his teeth, dragging a ragged moan from her throat.
Without breaking the kiss, Azriel hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her up. She thought he was going to place her on the edge of the mattress, but she was wrong; instead, he spun around and strode for the dresser. He planted her upon its surface, her ass right at the edge, and positioned himself between her legs. Wound a hand in her long, flowing hair, kissing her all the while.
A desperate whimper of desire escaped her lips as she registered the hard, proud length of him pressed into her stomach. She wanted it in her hands. Between her lips. She wanted it so deep inside of her she’d have to reach down her throat to pull it out.
She was starting to feel rather lightheaded when Azriel pulled away. She gasped for air, a task made difficult when his lips landed on her neck. With one hand, he tugged slightly on her hair, tilting her head back. Delicately, Azriel ran his tongue over the knot of her throat. She moaned and felt him smile against her exposed skin.
The hand not gripping her hair moved toward the laces at the front of her gown, slowly but surely untying them. She was rather impressed that he continued kissing her neck the entire time, not glancing once at the laces. When they were untied completely, he wasted no time in tugging the nightgown down to where it bunched around her hips, leaving her naked from the waist up. Cold air caressed her already taut nipples, her breasts heavy with desire.
For a moment, Azriel just stood in front of her, staring at her bare breasts. Both of them were breathing hard. Then he let out a sound, a half-laugh, half-groan and shook his head.
“How are you so perfect?” He marveled, speaking more to himself than to her. Then the shadowsinger glanced up at Elain and smiled wickedly. Taking a step forward, he brought a finger up to each of her breasts. Started circling around her nipples, tantalizingly slow. With each revolution, Elain’s breathing grew faster, her anticipation nearly tangible in its strength and fervor. Smaller and smaller his circles became until, at long last, his fingers gently brushed over her hardened peaks.
“Ohhh,” she breathed.
He just chuckled and continued to caress her nipples. “Remind me. What was it you wanted me to teach you again?” He asked.
She whimpered in response, aching so much she could barely think straight, let alone form words.
Burning hazel eyes flickered up to hers. “Answer me, Elain,” he said, and quick as a flash, twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“I want...Azriel, please...please teach me how to feel good.” She was begging, she knew it and he knew it, and normally she would be embarrassed at her obvious desperation, but she wanted him so badly she couldn’t barely think straight. Could not think beyond the singular, all-consuming pleasure his touch brought forth.
Those mighty onyx wings nearly spanned the length of the room now, they were so taut and wide. He cupped a breast in each hand, massaging and kneading and pushing them together.
“Do you know what I find the best teaching method to be?”
His voice was so low and guttural she was surprised she could still understand him. Not wanting to disappoint him again by not answering, she quickly shook her head. “No,” she breathed.
“Demonstration,” he said, and leaned forward to suck her peak into his mouth.
“Oh gods,” she cried out, throwing her head back. Had anything ever felt so good? So necessary? There was a wildness in her, a ravenous desire she’d never felt before. And he was the only thing that could sate her hunger.
Her teacher.
Her secret-keeper.
Her friend.
And now…her lover.
After a few moments, Azriel’s mouth moved to her other breast, where he licked and ravaged and bit just as intoxicatingly as before. Every once in a while, he lifted his lips off her peak and blew on it softly, making her writhe in pleasure. A mark was blossoming from his ministrations, dark and purple as a violet. Her inner thighs were so slippery she couldn’t hold them together.
Without warning, he released her nipple. A loud popping sound echoed throughout the room. Her whimper at the sudden chill turned into a high-pitched squeak when Azriel suddenly wrapped an arm around her back. She instinctively hooked her legs around his waist, thighs clenching as he spun around and moved for the four-poster bed. He tossed her on the mattress, not ungently. Her nightgown was still bunched around her waist, her chest entirely exposed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as he crawled onto the bed toward her, still fully clothed.
“Wait,” Elain said, holding out a hand. Azriel froze. He was completely at her command, she realized. If she wanted this to end now, he would leave. No questions asked. The knowledge filled her with courage.
“I want to see you, too,” she said, then tugged slightly on his shirt.
Azriel blinked down at her as if surprised by her request before ripping off his shirt in one fluid motion. And then his pants. Her mouth fell open.
He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. His bronze skin glowed in the starlight, a stark contrast to the whorls of inky black tattoos etched upon his skin. She let her gaze rake over every inch of him, from his strong, broad shoulders to his chiseled chest to the taut abdominal muscles rippling beneath his stomach. Her eyes traveled further down. She gulped. The evidence of his arousal was straining against his undershorts. Like everything else about him, it was huge and intimidating. But she didn’t feel scared, not at all. If anything, she felt even more entranced.
And the scars. Not just on his hands but all over his body, intertwining and criss-crossing like vines, like roots. The scars of a warrior. Of a survivor.
“Beautiful.” The word fell from her lips unconsciously. When she realized what she’d said, her cheeks reddened furiously. The bravery she’d summoned started to dissipate. But Azriel reached out a hand and caressed her cheek, a soft light burning in his eyes, and brought his lips to hers again.
They kissed for ages, for so long she almost forgot there were other things to do besides kiss. She would never get tired of his lips on hers. Of his talented tongue darting in and out of her mouth. Of his reverent devouring of her, body and soul.
Eventually, he pulled back. Stared down at her, still close enough that their noses were touching, as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Your lips are very red,” she observed in a hoarse voice.
Az let out a short laugh. “As are yours,” he said, smiling. She couldn’t help but smile back.
His grin widened.
“What?”
He shook his head and glanced away.
“Tell me,” she said softly. Gently, she ran her nails down his back, ever so carefully avoiding his wings. She marveled at the way he shuddered at her touch.
Azriel met her eyes again, admitting defeat. “I just like it when you smile,” he said, which made her smile even wider. He brought a finger up to her mouth and lightly traced the shape of her curved lips. Her mouth opened wider, and she held his gaze as she slowly closed her lips around his finger.
A sharp intake of breath was his only reaction at first. But then he slowly pushed his finger deeper inside her mouth. Instinctively, she started sucking. He let out a loud, uninhibited groan.
“Holy fuck, Elain.” His eyes were bright and feverish, fixated on his finger moving in and out of her mouth, over and over again. She sucked even harder, bobbing up and down the length. She moved forward so much so that his finger touched the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but kept sucking.
“Fuck,” he repeated. Suddenly, he pulled his finger out of her mouth. She looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion. Why had he stopped? Didn’t he like it?
“This is supposed to be about you,” he said, answering her unspoken question. “If you keep doing that…” He shook his head. “Let’s just say I won’t be able to fully focus on making you feel good when all I can think of is how good your pretty little mouth would feel wrapped around my cock.”
A gasp escaped her throat at his crude words, but a new wave of heat rushed through her. She wanted that. She wanted to see him in all his glory, wanted to suck him and make him feel good, too. Never in her life did she think she would want to put her mouth on someone’s manhood, but here she was, craving cock like an alcoholic craves wine. “Yes, please,” she whispered.
Azriel groaned again, and it seemed to cost him an ample amount of willpower to say, “Another time.”
Another time. She barely had time to register his words, to think on the meaning behind them, before he sat back on his knees. Slowly, he ran his cool hands down her arms, to her bare stomach, to the nightgown still bunched around her hips, hiding the one part of her he had yet to see.
When his fingers hooked around the nightgown, he glanced up and raised an eyebrow. She nodded, hoping he didn’t notice how much she was shaking. She was not scared, per say, just…nervous. He had been with countless females in his lifetime; she had only been with one other male. What if she didn’t live up to his expectations? But fear was not her friend, so she shoved her insecurities to the side.
Az removed the dress entirely and tossed it to the floor. All that was left now were her panties, and she could feel how soaked they were, so soaked they were probably see-through. Her chest began heaving as his fingers traced the lacy hem. He looked back up at her, holding her gaze.
And then, without breaking eye contact, he pushed the fabric down her legs. Elain lifted her hips to help, but once her underwear was completely off, she became aware of just how exposed she was. Her thighs clenched together of their own accord.
He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“Open your legs,” he commanded. Her cheeks were burning red at this point. But she was the student, and he was the teacher, so she obeyed.
His eyes never left hers as she slowly parted her creamy thighs, baring herself absolutely, even as she blushed furiously. Only when her knees touched the comforter did Azriel turn his gaze downward.
He sucked in a breath as he took in her wet and gleaming sex. His hands ghosted over her thighs and then pushed them even further apart, holding her taut and exposed.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, eyes bright as stars. “Gods, Elain, you’re just so beautiful.”
A small whimper escaped her throat. She’d been told she was beautiful her whole life, but never before had she considered her beauty to be a strength. Not until she saw the Spymaster kneeling between her legs. Not until she realized she could make him beg, if she wanted. Her sex tightened at the thought. At his brutally, beautiful honesty and at her own innate feminine power.
Azriel let out a deep rumble. She liked his reaction so much she did it again, clenching her inner muscles. He growled again, and then flicked his eyes up toward her, dark and hungry. A predator circling its prey.
And she suddenly knew that the power was no longer in her hands.
His deliciously cool hands crept higher and higher up her thighs, tracing little circles against her skin as he traveled toward her center. They stopped just short of where she wanted him, where she was aching for him. He repeated the action again and again until Elain couldn’t stop her hips from bucking up slightly, her body begging for his touch.
“Please,” she moaned without thinking. The shadowsinger chuckled softly and moved his hands even closer, but still they were not close enough.
“Tell me. Are you wet for me?” A command and a question.
She felt not just her cheeks but her entire body go red at his crass words. She couldn’t answer, but she also couldn’t help the new gush of wetness that appeared between her thighs. Couldn’t help but moan again at his vulgarity. Gods, what was this male doing to her?
“You are,” he groaned. “I can see how soaked you are from here. But I want you to answer me.”
“Why?” She asked, her voice so throaty she hardly recognized it. “If you already know, why?”
He grinned wickedly. “Because I want to hear you say it out loud with that pretty voice of yours. And because I know you like talking dirty, even if you aren’t ready to admit it. You think I didn’t see how much wetter you got after I asked you?”
She pouted slightly. “I don’t like it,” she lied.
His eyes darkened. “You know I can tell when you lie.”
Mewling pitifully, she rocked her hips again, but he refused to oblige her unspoken request. And oh gods, she was desperate, she was starved, and she couldn’t resist much longer—
So even as her face burned a hundred shades of red, she found herself saying, “Please, Az.” And then, in a hoarse whisper, “I’m so, so wet for you.”
Without further ado, he sunk a long finger deep into her swollen flesh. The feeling was so magnificent, so tight and pressured and fucking perfect, she couldn’t believe it. They both looked down, staring as his finger slid in and out of her. Her body gave no resistance whatsoever, letting it come and go like the tide.
“Oh, my,” she whispered, feeling dazed. His finger was long, so long, and it rang a bell deep inside her that had never been rung before. Her legs were taut and shaking slightly, preparing for something explosive.
“How does that feel?” He breathed, leaning forward and pressing a hot kiss against her throat. He was still kneeling in front of her, and she was still propped up on her elbows, both of them watching as his digit slid in and out of her.
“Good,” she managed. “So good.”
He lifted his head, surveyed her with those penetrating eyes, eyes that had seen her at her worst and her best and everything between and still wanted her all the same. Her stomach dropped with something more than lust, more than exhilaration.
“Good,” he repeated. “But I think I can make you feel even better,”
And then his hand rotated, palm facing upward, finger still caressing her insides. His thumb pressed down at the bundle of nerves atop her center and started rubbing it with wicked precision.
“Az,” she whimpered.
He started circling faster. Her moans grew louder. She was spiraling toward something, so close she could nearly taste it.
“Can you take another?” He grunted.
I will take whatever you want to give me, she thought. But all she did was nod desperately.
On the next insertion, a second finger joined the first, stretching her just to the point of pain. But what great thing was ever achieved without at least a little bit of discomfort? She relished it, even now, and within moments her center had pulsed and expanded enough to welcome his fingers entirely.
“You fit me like a glove,” he said, something like awe in his voice. “So hot and tight and wet.” He was watching her face now, taking in her expression. And he did not look away as he hooked his fingers and angled upwards.
“There…right…there,” she gasped, eyes rolling to the back of her head, mouth falling open in a silent scream, and she was so close, she was so fucking close, and she wanted to tell him but she could not have formed words even if she tried, and—
Without warning, his fingers left her. She let out a small cry at the sudden emptiness, the disappearance of that peak she had almost climbed. She blinked several times, struggling to focus, confusion and disappointment encompassing her like a cloud. Why had he stopped? It felt so good. She had been so close…
***
Azriel didn’t believe in the gods, not really, not anymore. But as he stared at the female before him, her face flushed with dizzying pleasure—pleasure that he had brought her—and her legs spread wide open like the gates of the heavens…surely, this was divine intervention itself, for once aimed at rewarding rather than punishing. There was no other explanation.
“Weren’t you supposed to be making me feel good?” Elain asked. The words might have come across more biting if she hadn’t been panting so heavily. If desperation wasn’t lacing every word.
His lips twitched as he fought a smile. Oh, the ways he could make her beg…but he would save that. He, too, wanted something. And he did not want to wait any longer for it.
“Sorry. I can’t let you come that way.”
Her brows knitted together. “Why ever not?”
“There’s something I need to do first,” he said simply, then dipped down to kiss her shoulder. Then her collarbone. The hollow between the gentle slope of her breasts, all while moving his body slowly downwards. His lips traced the silky expanse of her stomach. Down, down, down he went, kissing every inch of her he could, and with each press of his lips against her skin, her breath quickened.
He kissed her hip. Licked it. Smirked at the loud gasp she let out. Moved down even further until his face was inches away from her glorious, dripping sex.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pushing herself up on her elbows to survey him with wide eyes.
“Making you feel good, of course,” he said, leaning forward an inch and breathing her in deeply.
Stars above, she smelled so good. Like a fucking dessert. Like forbidden fruit.
Her entire body went tense, languid heat freezing to unyielding stone as she caught on to his intentions. “But - wait!” she gasped, squirming slightly in resistance.
His head snapped up immediately. “Elain,” he said, his tone almost teasing. He looked at her, steady and sure, and she looked at him, and within seconds the panic faded from her eyes and her squirming settled. “Don’t you trust me?” he murmured.
Her throat bobbed. A second later, she nodded.
“Then lay back. Relax.” He kissed her inner thigh with utter gentleness, humming against her skin. His fingers tightened around her slim waist. “Let me take care of you.” Sucked on her thigh, hard and long, until he was sure a little bruise would blossom there. It might not stay long on her quickly-healing Fae body, but the image of his love bite against her marble skin would live forever in his memory.
A shudder, and then she fell backwards, an act of permission, though she threw an elbow over her eyes. Like she was still too embarrassed to see what he was doing. He would have preferred she watched him, but he’d take what she offered. Gladly, without complaint. He’d enjoy his feast with or without those gorgeous eyes on him.
Az set his sight back on her dewy core. How long had he dreamed about this very moment? If he was being truly honest, he’d wanted her physically from the moment he saw her in the mortal lands. The prettiest human he’d ever seen. Now, years later, after knowing her personally, she had slowly become all he could think about. And now, finally, he was getting to live out his fantasy. He’d never called himself lucky before, but as he breathed in her decadent scent once more, that was all he could think of: how lucky he was to get this moment with her.
With two fingers, he spread her delicate folds. Holy hells, she was gorgeous, glistening and rosy pink and lush as a dream. His mouth watered.
“You have the prettiest cunt I have ever seen,” he said.
Elain let out a little moan, out of pleasure or embarrassment or both, he wasn’t sure. Her core clenched at his words, though, and he watched, enraptured, as it opened and closed like a blooming flower.
He couldn’t wait any longer. And why should he?
He didn’t waste time with gentle kisses. Didn’t tease or tantalize. He simply leaned forward and licked clear up her center.
They groaned in tandem: Elain at the sensation, Azriel at, well, everything. The taste. The smell. The softness of her folds framing his nose. The renewed current of dripping desire that rushed to meet his intruding tongue.
“You taste incredible,” he told her. “I could eat you all day long.”
“Oh my goo--oods,” she groaned, the last word stretching into two syllables. He liked the duplicity of it, liked knowing she felt as cleaved by this coupling as he did.
He removed his fingers from her folds and gripped underneath her thighs instead, repositioning her for better access. Then he repeated the long and slow lick. Again. And Again. With each stroke, he could feel her unravel a little more. On the next swipe, he paused at the apex of her core and swirled the tip of his tongue over the bundle of nerves there. Her hips jerked up automatically, and Azriel had to tighten his grip to keep her right where he wanted her.
He had no intention of making her come quickly. After all these months of waiting, what was a few more minutes? There was no need to race for the finish line. He was going to take his sweet time. Going to teach her how to feel better than good. Going to give her the kind of pleasure she’d never find anywhere else, with anyone else.
Going to teach her how to sing.
“I believe I remember you telling me that I’d sing for you,” he said, mouth hovering over her center. “But I think I’d rather you sing for me instead.”
She let out a shaky laugh that melted into a passionate moan as he bent forward and continued lapping at her slit. He reveled in the way her body shook in pleasure, how it went taut and loose in all the right places. His tongue danced across her mound, a swirl here, a gentle lick there, a steady and intense suck on her clit. Elain had thrown her arm off her face at this point; out of the corner of his eyes, he could see her fists clenching the bedspread, one arm spread out wide. She still wasn’t looking at him, though.
She gasped as he hitched up her hips even higher; her lower body was entirely off the bed now, legs thrown over his shoulders. The heels of her feet accidentally grazed his leathery wings and Azriel let out a groan, shivers of pleasure racing down his spine.
With renewed fervor, he returned to his devouring, penetrating her sweet little slit with his expert tongue and periodically flicking it over her clit with deadly precision. Every whimper and moan and mewl Elain released turned him on a little more, and as her thighs clenched around his head like a vice, he knew she was close. And for all his intentions of making her wait, of making her beg for it, he found that he didn’t really want to wait anymore.
But he did want to see her face as she finally fell off the precipice she so deserved to reach.
“Look at me.”
Any worries that she might refuse melted away as she hesitantly lifted her head. The second her eyes met his, he grazed his teeth atop her clit.
“Oh gods - oh, that’s so good, oh fuck, I don’t-”
She stopped mid-sentence. Her lithe body tightened, and Azriel bit down gently, desperate for her to come as she was desperate for him to make her. Then, hands tangled in his hair, holding his locks like a lifeline, her pleasure reached its peak. As she shattered into a million little pieces, she sang. The melody of moans and ecstasy echoed throughout the room, and his very magic sang back, a living thing rushing through his bones, celebrating and dancing along with her. A song, just for him.
“Good, Elain, so good,” he told her. As if those words could ever fully explain the awe and reverence he felt as she continued to lose herself in her pleasure. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but he did not remove his gaze from her face. He tried to memorize every detail of that moment: her cherry-red cheeks, the honey-sweet taste coating his tongue, the way his heart was twisting in the strangest, most unfamiliar yet not unpleasant way, and nearly came himself when he felt her shaking once again, one orgasm rolling right into the next.
“Yes,” he groaned, and only then did he lift himself to watch her fall apart entirely. And of all the centuries he’d lived through, and all the things he had seen, he found himself utterly speechless at the sight of Elain Archeron climaxing beneath him.
When she finally stilled, he gave her a few seconds to catch her breath. To reorder her thoughts. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, and if Azriel thought she’d be demure or shy or anything hesitant, he was wrong. There was a naughty edge to her expression that had him biting his tongue so hard he tasted blood.
“You’re a good teacher,” she said, the corner of her mouth turning up.
“You’re a fast learner,” he told her before leaning down and capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
“Do you taste yourself?” He asked, pulling back slightly.
“Yes,” she breathed back.
“Good. It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get to taste how delicious you are.”
She moaned at his words, and Azriel renewed the kiss, smiling against her lips. It was both flattering and ridiculously sexy how easily he could turn her on. Nothing had ever made him feel more masculine, more powerful.
Only with him. Only with him did this stunning female fall apart at the seams. The control she handed to him, wrapped in trust and mutual respect, was a gift he was not sure he could return. But he sure as hell would try.
His cock was straining against his pants, begging to be let out. He wasn’t sure if that was what Elain wanted, though; after all, this night was about making her feel good, not him. But fuck, he wasn’t sure if he could make it any longer without tugging on himself and relieving some of the intense pressure he’d been feeling since the second their question for a question game had begun.
His indecision turned out to be irrelevant, though, when Elain sat up on her knees and looked up at him with hesitant eyes.
“I want you inside of me. Please.”
Holy fuck. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nodded, rising to stand at the foot of the bed. Feeling unreasonably and uncommonaly nervous, slid off his shorts.
Elain’s eyes grew so wide it was nearly comical. But the humorous feeling quickly disappeared as she let out a laugh.
His face burned.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Elain choked out between laughs. Her eyes were sparkling with restrained tears. “It’s just…” she gestured toward him. “There is no way that is going to fit inside of me!”
Azriel smirked. Truthfully, it was not the first time a female had reacted that way. “I’ll take your reaction as a compliment, then. And don’t worry,” his voice grew lower, “it will fit.”
“You promise?” she breathed, nibbling on her lower lip. By now, the action must be intentional. She may be innocent as all hell, but she had to know what she was doing to him.
“Don’t you remember?” he teased as he crawled back toward her. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
She fell back on her elbows as he approached, staring up at him, those doe brown eyes shining with anticipation, excitement and the smallest hint of fear.
He tucked a strand behind her ear. “You need to relax, ‘Lain.” She was wet and as ready as she could possibly be, but she was still so small and tight, and he was, well, rather large. It was already going to be a challenge without her body tensing up from stress. He could tell she was trying but failing to relax her mind and body alike. Indeed, as his cock came to rest against her entrance, she let out a squeak. He glanced at her.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
He furrowed his brow. “Don’t be sorry.”
His every instinct screamed to just plunge into her like he usually would, to chase his own pleasure, to fuck. But he didn’t want that with her, he realized. He wanted her writhing beneath him, wanted her begging by the time he was done with her.
And for that to happen, this first coupling had to be on her terms.
“Here,” he said, “try it like this.” Twisting his body so he was seated on the bed, he leaned against the headboard and pulled Elain on top of him.
She let out a surprised “oh!”, but her legs instinctively straddled him. Both of his hands slowly slid from her back to her hips. He’d fucked females like this before, with them on top, but never before with so much intimacy. Elain’s chest was flush against his own, bare skin against bare skin, and they were both burning. No fire had ever felt so good.
“I’ve never done it like this before,” she said. “I don’t know how.”
“Believe me,” he said, his voice surprisingly hoarse, “You can’t do it wrong.”
They stared at each other, bracing themselves. One last boundary to smash through. This final plunge, and then nothing would be the same. He didn’t know exactly what that meant, but he knew what it was to have your world tilt on its axis. And that’s what he felt as he and Elain gazed into each other’s eyes, the passion between them so profound it was nearly suffocating. He felt the shivering anticipation that exists within revolution.
With a hesitant but somehow steady grace, Elain reached down and grabbed his cock in her hand. He groaned at the contact, at how perfect the pressure was.
She lifted herself up, still holding his gaze. Lowered herself against him, right over his hard manhood. They moaned in tandem, and Elain moved her hands up to his shoulders, holding herself steady as she hovered over him. The thundering duet of their hearts against the incongruence of their heavy breaths created the sweetest symphony.
She reached up and cupped his face, a strange but beautiful light in her eyes, and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a sweet and soft kiss. He lost himself in that kiss; if someone had asked him his name right then, it would take him a moment to remember.
She pulled back first, pressing one last tender kiss against his cheek, and for whatever reason, his eyes started stinging. He blinked away the ridiculous tears as she sat back, let out a rattling breath, and without breaking his gaze, slowly lowered herself down.
He’d known she’d be tight but holy. Fucking. Gods. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his member began invading her silky heat.
She sucked in a breath; she was only about a third of the way down on him, but already he could tell he was stretching her inner walls more than they’d ever been stretched before. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she further impaled herself, and her core clutched at his cock like a vice.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said, throwing his head back. It hit the headboard with a dull thud, but he barely noticed at all.
“Is that a good thing?” she asked, breath uneven.
Her question nearly had him coming right there and then. “It’s a very good thing,” he finally managed to choke out.
Her mouth turned up at the corners, then suddenly formed an “O” as she gasped and slid even further down his length.
He groaned. “That’s so good, Elain,” he said, his voice husky.
“I love it when you say my name,” she whispered, still continuing her descent. She was about half way down now, her pretty face screwed up in concentration.
Elain,” he murmured, lips grazing the side of her neck. “Elain.” He placed a searing kiss on her forehead. “Elain.” Teeth nipped at her earlobe.
She moaned, body loosening at his kisses. And that relaxing of muscles is what finally allowed her to take him all the way.
They sucked in a collective breath as her hips settled against his. She was so mind-meltingly tight, fit him so perfectly, that Azriel was dumbfounded for a moment. He stayed still for a few moments, letting both of them adjust. Elain was panting heavily, her body shaking. But he didn’t know how much longer he could wait.
“Can I move?” He asked, and if his voice was nothing more than a desperate plea, he could not bear witness.
“Yes,” she said, nodding frantically. “Please.”
A better male might have waited longer. Might have given her more time to adjust, might have made sure she was really, truly ready. But Azriel had never claimed to be a good male.
His hands, still braced on her waist, pulled her down as his hips simultaneously slammed upwards, plunging into her depths. Elain cried out, and he would be worried she was in pain if it weren’t for the new rush of wetness that slickened the inside of her, a warm and watery welcome for him.
They fell into a steady, controlled rhythm. Her perky breasts bounced with every thrust and the syrupy, slapping sounds between them were the sweetest things he’d ever heard. Then she moaned louder than ever before, and he changed his mind; that was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard: the song she sang, just for him.
She felt so good he couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe he had lived over 500 years and was just now experiencing the pure bliss that was Elain Archeron’s beautiful cunt.
“Fucking hells, you feel so good,” he told her. “So -” he paused and thrust upwards, “fucking” - another thrust - “good.” He punctuated the sentence with his hardest thrust yet.
Her eyes were so dark, so hooded, and he’d never been so turned on in his godsdamned life, and he was groaning so much he might have been embarrassed if he hadn’t been nearly delusional with desire. Peeking over Elain’s shoulder, he got the most perfect view of her heart-shaped ass bouncing on his cock. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight, and his molten desire became nearly blinding as he grabbed a handful of cheeks in both palms, pulling them taut and then pushing them together, over and over.
“Oh, Az, I-I-” she babbled, tossing her head back, her creamy neck shining in the pale moonlight and hair cascading down her back like a rushing waterfall, so long the tips of her ringlets grazed her lower back.
He couldn’t help himself. He slapped her ass.
She let out a little squeak that softened into a languorous moan.
“You like that?” He questioned, internally thrilled. She really was perfect. Sweet and “innocent” Elain Archeron, enjoying the bit of pain he had introduced to her.
She didn’t respond, choosing instead to bury her head in the crook of his neck and suck her own mark there.
Az groaned again. “Naughty girl. Not responding to a simple question, but making sure the world knows I’m hers?”
In one fluid motion, and without removing his cock from her delicious heat, he flipped Elain onto her back. They moaned together at the new position, at the way his cock angled deep inside her. He slid in and out of her, steady and sure, and she met his every movement with unrestrained passion, hips rising to meet his every thrust.
He propped himself up on his elbows so that their chests were no longer in contact. The only parts of them touching were his dick and her core, and he slid in so easily, and the heady, buzzing urgency encircling them was an endless feedback loop of desire.
Through the dizzying hum of pleasure, a realization flashed across his mind, bright and true as lightning. This was it. This was the best he’s ever had. The best he would ever have. He didn’t know what the future held for him and Elain - refused to even think about it, especially now - but now that he’s had her, now that he’s been inside her and heard her moans of pleasure and seen the way her face looks when she comes….now, he knew that this would not be the last time. It couldn’t be. He didn’t know what anything meant beyond that, but he knew Elain, body and mind and soul, and for now, that was enough.
***
She could drown in this, Elain decided. The pleasure, the want, the push and pull that unified and connected more than just their bodies - it was as if an electric current was traveling through her very veins, and every piece of her touched by Azriel became charged with that fierce and flaming energy, too. Or maybe it was the other way around? Maybe he was the source of the current and she was the conduit breathing life into every new movement. Or maybe, just maybe, it was two separate currents finding each other among the endless expanse of the sea, a happy coincidence or a terrifyingly beautiful work of captivating fate. She didn’t know. But she knew she would happily sink beneath the waves and rest forever on the ocean floor if this is what surrender felt like.
The pleasure was so intense her eyes continued to droop, begging her to admit defeat and let them close, but she didn’t want to stop looking at Azriel. Couldn’t stop herself from cataloging every little detail she could. The sweat beading on his forehead. The bulging muscles, taut and protruding, in his biceps that pulsed with every new thrust. The burning glow in his hazel eyes as he stared down at her, gleaming gold ringing his dark pupils like the rays of the sun.
She was drowning, but she wanted it. She wanted to suffocate and choke on the rushing, unstoppable waves if it meant getting to feel his hands on his body. If it meant getting to die such a sweet death.
“Az,” she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her breasts heaved tantalizingly with his every thrust. As if enthralled by the sight, he dipped down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking relentlessly. Her back arched, granting him better access.
“Az!” she cried again, louder this time.
“Yes?” he murmured, switching to the other breast, continuing his steady and slow thrusts.
It hit her, then, that he was holding himself back. That he was not giving her everything he could. This male was a warrior, fearsome to behold, and here he was, pumping into her like she was glass, like one too-forceful thrust would shatter her. It was sweet, in a way, and she knew he was doing it for her sake. Knew he wanted this to be about her and not him, and that he didn’t want to hurt or scare her.
But she didn’t want him to be gentle. Didn’t want him to be careful and considerate, didn’t want him to hold back any part of himself. No, she just wanted him. Wanted it real.
And she knew just how to get what she wanted.
***
“I can’t help but think you’re going easy on me.”
He froze, halfway out of her. Stared down at her. Took in the teasing glint in her doe-eyes, the heady flush of pleasure coloring her skin.
“What are you saying, Elain?” he asked as began entering her again, keeping the leisurely pace. “Are you saying you want more?” He pushed forward a little harder this time, enjoying the way her mouth fell open. Enjoyed the moan she let out even more. But she gave no other response, just greedily raised her hips to meet his own.
He halted entirely. “Answer me.”
She met his gaze, and there was no shyness there, no hesitation. “Yes, I want more. I want everything you can give me.” She rolled her hips in emphasis. “I don’t want you to hold back at all. I want you to fuck me.”
He needed no further encouragement. Whatever she wanted, he would give her. He took a thigh in each hand and pushed back until she was spread as wide as she could go. Settled between her, lifting himself up to reach the new angle, and slid home.
This time, he did not go gently. He pounded into her relentlessly, his blood boiling, a roaring echoing in his head but that did not, thankfully, drown out the moans and groans coming out of Elain. The faster and harder pace, the unrestrained ecstasy etched upon her face, the tugging of some unknown force on his ruin of a heart - he could not hang on much longer.
“Elain,” he grunted out, “I’m close.”
“Me too,” she gasped, fingernails sinking into his forearms as she tried to clutch him even closer.
“Come with me” he said, and speaking the words aloud made him realize that it wasn't just a want. He needed them to fall off that precipice together. It felt as vital and necessary as air itself. Licking two fingers, he snaked them between their bodies and found the nub atop her entrance; he began to circle it as furiously as he was fucking her.
It did not take long, for either of them. The pressure built and built within him until he could not take it any longer, his desire a tangible force ricocheting through him. He managed to croak out her name in warning, but it didn’t matter: she was right along there with him, and as he stilled, she shook. Tremors of pure pleasure vibrated throughout her entire being. As her cunt clenched around his member, he broke and spilled his seed inside of her, the force of it stronger than ever before, and his vision blurred as stars flashed across his darkened sight, and Elain’s screams were the sweetest music his ears had ever heard, and nothing--nothing--had ever felt more real.
***
Their bodies were twisted together; she did not know where she began or he ended, only knew that in this moment, they were as intertwined like roots, an endless and infinite tangle. Azriel lay on top of her, more of his weight pressing down then she knew he meant to put on her, exhausted as he was. But she was glad for it. She wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped around each other and still connected at the center, like they were two parts of a whole, never to be separated.
A few minutes passed as they both tried to catch their breath, until finally Azriel seemed to rouse himself from whatever stupor he’d been in.
“Sorry,” he murmured, rolling off of her. His departure left a cold emptiness at her core, and she let out a small whimper at the loss of contact. Twisting to face him, their eyes met. Her stomach fluttered as they remained fixed on each other, and if she wasn’t mistaken, something more than lust flashed across his face. But it was dark and the moonlight seeping through the window left strange and contoured shadows upon the room, so she could not be sure.
She was sure, though, of the moment the spell broke. Azriel cleared his throat and glanced toward his clothes strewn about the floor. When he opened his mouth to speak, Elain cut across him, already knowing what he was about to say.
“Stay.”
He regarded her in silence for a long moment, studying her with those penetrating eyes. But she had nothing to hide. He’d seen her all, and she’d seen him too (she had always seen him), however much he might pretend otherwise.
“Please.”
If it was her simple plea or the sincerity etched upon her face or his own desire that convinced him in the end, she wasn’t sure. He nodded in acceptance, and that was all she cared about.
Elain pushed back the covers and patted the mattress. He settled down beside her, not touching but close enough to feel the shared heat from their still-naked bodies. She threw the covers over them. A comfortable silence engulfed the two; both were lost in the daze of pleasure and their own thoughts as they lay on their sides, staring at each other. And for all her thinking that their coupling had felt like drowning beneath the sweetest sea, she was starting to believe it was actually a very different sensation.
“That felt like flying,” she whispered, realizing a moment later she’d spoken her thoughts aloud.
There was no mistaking the light in his eyes, then. “That’s very beautiful,” he murmured, and wrapped a wing around her, pulling her body flush against his own, and the warmth and security that settled over her felt a little bit like home.
Here’s a little Everlark P+K+P holiday outtake! Hope you all like it! Thank you to @heathersaid for coming in last minute to beta on this! You’re awesome heather! Also read on AO3 as part of the Everlark for 3 series!
Peeta tapped nervously on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn red. He glanced at the clock on the dash. The time was 6:22.
He was already more than twenty minutes late. His girlfriend was going to be upset.
The light turned green an eternity later and he continued to drive. He had to remind himself not to speed. He didn't want to be delayed further by getting a ticket, and his drive home was full of speed traps.
Five minutes later he pulled up to the small green American craftsman, still covered in a hearty dusting of February snow, that he now called home. He had moved in a little over a month ago. At first it had been strange not living above the bakery anymore. It added an extra fifteen minutes to his morning routine. And another fifteen minutes coming home.
Peeta put the car in park and turned off the engine. He pulled his coat on in a hurry, grabbed his belongings, and practically bounded out of the car and up to the front door. He wasn’t particularly fond of the lengthened wait time he had to endure before he could get home and relax.
He slipped his key into the lock one-handed as he balanced the large box of Valentine’s day specialty cakes (that would hopefully be welcome surprises), and opened the door with barely contained excitement. He had spent an inordinate amount of time baking and decorating them to resemble boxes of Valentine's day chocolates.
He had been looking forward to coming home all day, and revealing the cakes, so those extra fifteen minutes on top of having to close late had really gotten on his nerves during the drive home.
But there were benefits. Sometimes the added time helped build up anticipation when he was coming home. Like right now. He had been planning this Valentine’s Day celebration for weeks. He had hoped to be here in time to help with dinner, but he guessed that was probably hoping for too much.
Peeta shrugged out of his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. The house was pleasantly warm and it smelled like something good was cooking but he didn't hear the tell-tale hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen. He guessed he had missed his chance to help cook. Peeta sighed inwardly, hating that on Valentine's day of all days he hadn't been able to whip up something special for his heart's true love.
He was setting the cake box down on the coffee table when he heard some small sounds floating in from the kitchen. It sounded like his girlfriend’s voice, but it was a tad too breathy and high to be coming from a regular conversation.
In fact, he couldn’t make out any words.It was just a jumble of vowels strung together.
Peeta crept up as quietly as he could, which for him wasn’t very quiet. But she must have been too wrapped up in whatever she was doing because she didn’t hear him enter the kitchen at all.
Katniss was pushed up against the fridge, the cute little red dress with a floral print she was wearing was rucked up around her waist, exposing miles of her smooth, well-shaped, tan legs. Her head was thrown back, her mouth slightly open as she moaned. Peeta’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Oh, yeah, right there babe!” she cried as she got her neck nibbled on, at the same time she was getting fingered into oblivion.
Peeta stood there and just watched for a minute as a head of blond, slicked-back, ashen waves, belonging to the man who was kissing and fingering Katniss, traveled lower, pulling one of the little ties of her dress’s shoulder straps undone with his teeth so he could kiss the skin at her collarbone and the rounded tops of her breasts. There was a nice high blush settling over her chest. Her thighs were trembling already, which meant she was close. Peeta wondered how long they had been at it.
He surveyed the rest of the kitchen quickly. There were remnants of a meal cooked and already plated, probably tucked away in the warming tray under the oven. Katniss' black little high heels lay discarded on the floor, one near the kitchen island, and one near the fridge right next to the leg of the gray sweatpants the blond guy had on.
Peeta took him in for a moment. He was average height, but stocky and well-built. His shoulders and arms were well-developed and could be seen straining through the fabric of the comfortable white t-shirt he was wearing. His waist was trim, and he had a decent looking ass for a guy. Peeta wondered for a minute if his ass was as nicely rounded and firm as the other man's.
“Looks like you started without me,” Peeta announced loudly, interrupting them.
Katniss’ pretty gray eyes opened and took in the sight of Peeta standing in the doorway. They flashed like something hot, the look shooting right through him.
“You’re late,” Katniss replied, a hint of annoyance showing through in her voice.
“Really late,” his brother Piers added as he looked at Peeta over his shoulder, right before turning around and lowering his mouth to Katniss’ chest, nosing down the front of her dress slowly to expose more of her.
“It's Valentine’s Day. The bakery was swamped,” Peeta said in explanation, his eyes glued to the swath of tantalizing golden skin that was being revealed inch-by-inch as his brother continued his exploration of their girlfriend’s beautiful body. The other tie came undone underneath Piers’ fingers, and Peeta swore when he realized what was under her red dress.
She wasn’t even wearing a bra, for goodness sake. Katniss didn’t respond to Peeta’s excuse, instead she just let out a low moan as Piers’ tongue darted out to tease her already hard nipple. Then, a second later, Piers ripped off her tiny, red lacy underwear and threw them in Peeta’s direction.
Peeta felt a rush of blood travel through him, as he caught the underwear in hand. He didn’t feel embarrassed when he brought them up to his face to inhale his girlfriend’s scent. She smelled delicious, and she was very wet judging by the state of her panties, and the little sounds she was letting out as Piers worked her into a frenzy. The sight and the smell of her got him hard fast.
Even after all these months it was still shocking the way his body reacted to seeing his brother’s hands and mouth on the woman he loved. Instead of jealousy, he felt his heart pick up and start racing. His eyes widened to take in the sight of Katniss being turned on, and getting off to his twin brother’s ministrations. Just a minute later, Katniss was shaking and panting as her first orgasm of the night rushed through her.
“Fuck, you guys couldn’t wait 20 minutes?” Peeta asked, in a voice that betrayed how hot and bothered he was. Usually he liked to be the one to make Katniss come first with his hand, Piers usually liked to use his mouth on her. Peeta knew they were doing this on purpose.
“You couldn’t have Antonio close up? Like you said you would? He doesn’t even have a date for Valentines!” Katniss finally spoke up as she gripped the back of Piers' neck and held his face securely to her breast. She began to rock her hips against his hand, shamelessly wringing out a few aftershocks.
The sight was so erotic, and her voice was so gruff with arousal and anger that Peeta began to peel away his clothes. His aching cock was straining hard against the material of his slacks and begged for release.
“He found one last minute, so I told him I’d close,” Peeta mumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt. He fumbled with a few buttons when Piers switched his mouth to Katniss’ other breast and she cried out sharply, throwing her head back against the fridge in ecstasy.
Piers’ chuckled a second later. “Bro, how many times do I have to tell you? You are too nice for your own damn good,” Piers added before going back to licking and sucking on Katniss’ perfect tits.
Peeta couldn’t help but agree internally, but outwardly he simply groaned. Watching Katniss and Piers was a certain form of torture. He wanted nothing more than to shuck his clothes and join them in their sexy foreplay.
But Katniss fixed him with a stare that had him stopping in his tracks.
“Just watch for now Peeta. No touching. That’s your punishment for making me and Piers’ wait for you on our first Valentine’s day together,” she ordered, and even though it chapped his hide to not be able to close the distance and suck one of her beautiful breasts into his mouth, or join his finger alongside his brother’s and plunge into her tight, wet heat, Peeta made himself hold back.
He looked back at Katniss with a displeased expression, but nodded. Instead of touching her, he settled for unzipping his slacks and pulling out his already rock hard shaft. He made a few lazy passes over the length, and twisted his wrist slightly before closing his hand around the head of his already weeping cock. Katniss watched him with lust-hooded eyes and licked her lips deliberately.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” Peeta hissed out as he stroked himself slightly faster.
“Ohhh--mmm!” Katniss moaned as she started to rotate her hips and grind down onto Piers’ hand, which elicited another tortured groan from Peeta. Nothing got him off faster than watching Katniss build higher and higher until she finally came.
“I love it when you make him lose control, Sweetheart,” Piers murmured as he added another finger and began to tweak Katniss’ nipple with his other hand. Piers returned his mouth to Katniss’ breast, and a moment later, she started arching her back and panting his name, all while locking gazes with Peeta as he pumped his cock in hand.
Peeta tried to sync up his rhythm with Katniss and Piers, and when he finally got it down, Katniss was calling his name too as she writhed against the door of the fridge while Piers held her up.
“Please, I want you inside me! Piers, fuck me from behind!” Katniss wailed, her eyes scrunching tightly closed and her whole body tensing. Piers wasted no time spinning Katniss around and lowering the waistband of his gray sweatpants to let his hardened dick spring free. In one smooth fluid motion, he spread Katniss’ legs and plunged into her, eliciting a strangled cry on her behalf that was so suffused with pleasure Peeta felt a shooting spark of heat travel down his spine, in what he knew was the first sign of his own orgasm.
Peeta had been holding back, but at the sound of Katniss’ imminent climax, he began to feel strained. He could tell by the way Piers’ was grunting as he fucked their girlfriend hard and fast that his twin was close to his own release as well.
“Yes!” Katniss screamed, and then Peeta saw her whole body shudder and he knew that was it.
“Oh, fuck baby, just like that! Come on my cock!” Piers shouted, as he rocked into Katniss from behind. The sight of Piers getting off on what was no doubt a spectacular one of Katniss’ orgasms almost made Peeta lose it, but he held on.
“That was so damn good,” Piers said after his orgasm had dissipated. He pulled away from Katniss and she whimpered at the loss of him. He just pulled off his shirt and used it to gently swipe at their combined fluids, which had begun to trickle down her golden-colored thighs.
“It's ok, Sweetheart, I’ll be back for you before you know it. But Peeta’s still hard, Honey, and I don’t think you’re mad at him anymore, now that you’ve come a couple times, huh?” Piers asked gently as he pressed a kiss to Katniss’ bare shoulder. When Piers looked over his shoulder at his brother, he had an amused smirk on his identically handsome face.
Peeta almost rolled his eyes at Piers’ cocky grin, but he didn’t. If he hadn’t been late, Katniss would have no doubt offered to take him in her mouth while Piers fucked her, and all three of them would have come by now.
Katniss turned around to kiss Piers on the lips deeply, and Peeta watched in fascination as their tongues tangled together.
Finally, they broke apart and Katniss let out a breathy sigh. Piers stepped away then, and Katniss turned to Peeta and held her arms out. Gone was the look of annoyance. Instead it was replaced with longing. Peeta went to her immediately.
“We really missed you. And we had no idea if we added the right amount of white wine to the sauce. And we didn’t know if it was okay to substitute canned sundried tomatoes instead of organic ones—” Katniss began to complain sullenly. Peeta brushed her dark brown hair back from her face lovingly. She sometimes had a hard time verbalizing her feelings, and often her knee-jerk response was annoyance or even anger. But once she processed her feelings, she was often very sweet.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure whatever you and Piers cooked it will be just lovely,” Peeta replied, before he couldn’t resist going in for a kiss.
Katniss let out a wonderful sound that was akin to a purr and Peeta slanted his mouth over hers at an angle to deepen the kiss. Katniss reached down gently to run her hand over the length of his erection and Peeta moaned into her mouth.
“You’re just saying that because you want to come inside me,” Katniss challenged and Peeta shook his head.
“No, I know Piers doesn't enjoy cooking as much as I do, but he’s damn good in the kitchen in a pinch,” Peeta said with a small strained chuckle as Katniss continued to slowly stroke his dick. He didn’t bother to try and say he didn’t want to come inside her because that just wasn’t true. He always wanted to come inside her. But that wasn’t why he had said what he said.
“Oh, so if it's good it's only because of Piers?” Katniss asked, pulling away from him a little. Peeta shook his head, slightly aggravated.
“No, I just meant I knew you were in excellent hands if I couldn’t be here to help you,” Peeta replied, stepping towards her again and kissing up the side of her neck.
“Hmm, yes he did come in handy while you were busy closing up for the fifth time this week,” Katniss replied playfully, looking over at Piers who shot her a lascivious grin. He had already pulled his pants back up and was simply watching the two of them flirt and argue.
“Oh, come on Katniss. I’m sorry, okay? I should have made Antonio close like we agreed. There? Happy now?” Peeta said as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, breathing in her wild clean scent. She smelled like a field of wildflowers.
“No. I won’t be happy until I have your hard, thick cock pounding me until I come again Peeta. It's the least you can do to make up for being late to our Valentine's dinner,” Katniss replied as she tiptoed up and took his earlobe in her mouth, biting down just hard enough to send a shockwave of pain-laced pleasure to his dick. Peeta gasped out a curse as he pulled her closer to his body.
“Is that the apology you really want, my love? No problem. How do you want it? From behind again, against the fridge?” Peeta asked, his voice thick with desire.
“Against the fridge, yes. But not from behind, I want to watch you. So you better pick me up,” Katniss ordered, and Peeta didn’t hesitate to comply. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Then he hoisted her up and let her wrap her slim legs around his torso, enjoying the warm wetness of her center pressed against his abdomen. He carried her on sure feet and pressed her back against the fridge. She shivered delightfully in his arms. Peeta licked his lips.
“You know you looked so desperate a minute ago that I really thought you were gonna fuck her with your work slacks around your ankles bro,” Piers commented with a chuckle as he leaned back against the counter.
“Well, you both made it look so incredible. And you didn’t even take your clothes all the way off. Love this red dress by the way,” Peeta told his twin and then complimented Katniss with a smile.
“I hoped you would both like it,” Katniss replied as she fiddled with the strap that had come undone. The top of her dress was still pulled down haphazardly, her tan breasts topped with terracotta-colored nipples strained against the cool air of the kitchen. Peeta stared at her, drinking in the gorgeous sight, his thumbs gently brushing against her sides.
“I think it's safe to assume by the automatic boners you gave both of us that Peeta and I like the dress, Sweetheart. You know, I never thought we’d like the same girl, much less share a girlfriend at the same time. But life is full of surprises,” Piers said with quiet amusement.
“Both of you, less talking more sexing please,” Katniss interrupted and Peeta and Piers both laughed. They often joked that Katniss had a one-track mind. Peeta leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
“I missed you too,” he said quietly. Katniss smiled a little against his lips before pouncing on his mouth. She threw herself into the kiss wholeheartedly, and it made Peeta’s heart swell with love. It made another part of him swell also.
She rubbed herself against him, her molten core lighting him up from within, as Peeta rutted his hard cock along the underside of her ass, grazing the swell of her cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to watch her face as she climaxed, and fill her up with his cum before they all sat down to a nice Valentine’s dinner.
Katniss pulled him closer and removed her mouth from his so she could begin trailing kisses across his jaw, while her hands roamed across his shoulders and chest. Peeta shifted their bodies to try and align his erection with her entrance.
“Yes, please Peeta,” Katniss panted in his ear, and Peeta breathed her name once before plunging into her.
“Fuck! Yes!” Katniss cried, her nails digging into his back as he held still for a moment, just basking in the feeling of her wrapped around him. She pushed her hips forward, encouraging him to move. When Peeta did, he groaned as he withdrew almost all the way out and pushed into her again.
“You feel amazing. You’re amazing,” Peeta murmured in between thrusts, his pace picking up. Katniss encouraged him loudly to go faster and harder as she held onto his shoulders and they rocked the fridge slightly.
“Just a little more, just-just-ahh!” Katniss cried, one hand fisting in Peeta’s hair as he tried to maintain control so she could come again.
He would have reached down to circle her clit, but he was using both hands to hold her up as he pounded into her. So instead she snaked her own hand down in between their bodies and began to touch herself in time with their rhythm. Her moans became more urgent, and so did the driving of Peeta’s hips.
Peeta watched as her eyes widened for a split second, then snapped closed before she threw her head back, her dark hair wild and mussed looking against the stainless steel door of the fridge, her breasts bouncing erotically as her inner muscles started to spasm around his cock. She looked prettier than a painting.
“Peeta!” she gasped, eyes still closed. He instinctively slowed his pace but deepend his strokes, letting her ride her orgasm out slowly.
“There you go, Sweetheart, come for me. Just like that. You’re fucking gorgeous when you loose it while I’m inside you,” Peeta told her as he gripped her ass tighter, plunging into her again, over and over, as she mewled and writhed against him. He could still feel her pulsing around him, pulling him in deeper and massaging his cock so wonderfully.
“You’re milking me, Sweetheart, I love your cunt! Fuck! I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” Peeta told her and she nodded frantically.
“Come inside me, Peeta. I want to watch your face when you do!” she said just before biting down on his left shoulder.
“Oh, God!” Peeta gasped as his rhythmic thrusts faltered and he slowed, almost to a stand still. Katniss lifted her hands to his face and caressed the sides of his cheeks. He knew she was watching him, even though he had his eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure. He pushed into her, once, twice, and then he came. He opened his eyes and her liquid-silver stare locked onto his blue gaze as he painted her soft warmth with his hot cum, and spent himself until he was empty.
It took them both a minute to come down from their high. All the while Peeta was murmuring he loved her quietly as he pressed his forehead against hers. Katniss kissed him softly and smiled at him, until finally he began to grow soft and he had to withdraw from her body.
Piers grinned at them and handed them his t-shirt so they could clean up a bit.
“That was hot,” Piers told Katniss as he helped her fix her dress and retie her straps.
“It was a fun way to kick off Valentine's night,” Katniss agreed with a cheeky laugh before swaying up on her tiptoes and kissing Piers’ nose. Piers laughed then, a wonderfully light and happy sound, and Peeta smiled at both of them.
The two people he loved most in the world, who also loved him.
Peeta was sure, right at that moment, that even if their dinner was a bit cold, and Piers would have to go looking for a clean shirt somewhere, that it was going to be the best Valentine’s day he had ever had.
