Summary: Rex proves why clones are superior to natborns.
A.N: I....I don't know what to say for myself. I woke up horny and key smashed this filth onto my laptop.
Word Count: 1,085
Warnings: Rough sex (with aftercare), marking, dirty talk, competency kink, a hint of choking, mentions of clone bigotry.
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You had no idea what had gotten into Rex that night, but whatever it was, you were reaping the best benefits from it.
His hands had a bruising grip on your wrists as they pinned you to the bed, his hip pounding relentlessly into you as he took you from behind, growling and grunting lowly in your ear. His cock was stretching you with every thrust, barely prepared to take him when he threw you on the bed. Getting so wet from the way he pulled your clothes off was your only saving grace as he practically impaled you.
Rex must have decided that you were too quiet for him, because without warning his lips moved from your ear, darting down to give your shoulder a rough bite. Something just short of a scream ripped from your throat as you threw your head back- or at least, as much as you could, with him pinning you down with his whole body.
“That’s it,” he growled, tongue darting out to soothe the mark he left, “moan and scream as loud as you want. Let everyone hear you. Kark, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You get off letting everyone know that you’re in here, getting fucked by a clone.”
The way he hissed out the word startled you, even in the heat of the moment. So, that’s what got into him. You tried to lean back, press your lips to his ear or temple or any part of him you could reach as he grazed his teeth over more of your skin.
“I'm getting fucked by a man, not just a clon- AH!”
Another guttural sound left you when he reangled his hips, fucking even deeper as he bit you again. “It’s alright, mesh’la,” he hummed against your skin, “I know what they think of us, what they think of me.” Another growl as he released his death grip on your wrist and instead wrapped his large hand around your throat. “Thinking we’re beneath them, like kriffing droids.” He gave just the lightest squeeze, fingers playing at your neck, “But you know different, don’t you, darling? You ever had a natborn fuck you like this? Fuck you this good?”
You couldn’t stand it, between his hips pounding against your ass, his hands and teeth marking you up, and those filthy words, you were a mess, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, body like jelly under him. All you could manage was an urgent nod and a whimper of agreement.
Rex grunted his disapproval, before dragging his hand down your body and shoving it between the bed and your cunt. He laid out his rough fingers right where he was grinding you into the mattress, curling the digits just right so your clit rubbed hard against them with every thrust of his bruising hips.
“Say it,” he growled, “tell me why you let this clone fuck you.”
You made sure your moan of a curse was loud as your body pulsed with pleasure under him. Kriff, you were close, so close! Somehow, you found your voice, even if it was a raw, barely coherent mess. “B-best I’ve ever had! No one ever fu-fucked me so good, no one but you, Rex!”
That got his approval, he hummed, nuzzling you just below your ear, his hips and hands never letting up. “That’s right, mesh’la, ruined you, haven’t I? Ruined you for any other man.”
“Yes- yes! Fuck, Rex, want you to ruin me over ‘n over.”
You could feel his cock twitch at that, the hand still pinning your wrist tightening possessively. His lips returned to your ear and right when his fingers started to work in tandem with his thrusts, he purred, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
Your pleasure reached its peak suddenly and blind hot, so euphoric that you weren’t even sure what you sounded like when it happened. It must have been music to his ears, though, because he let out a distracted curse as he slid the hand from your clit to grip your hip. Just like everything else about him tonight, it was hard and rough, holding you in place as Rex readjusted himself again, using your abused cunt to chase his own end.
It didn’t take him long and you cried out in overstimulated bliss as you felt him spill deep inside you, filling you up, making you his yet again. Just like all the marks he left that night. You couldn’t help but whimper when he pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping on your ass and thighs.
Neither of you were able to breathe right after that, and Rex collapsed half on the bed, half over you and he tried to get his ragged breathing under control. You were laying there, spent, eyes closed and uncaring of the mess your open mouth and dripping pussy were making of the sheets.
Still, when Rex, still breathing hard, started laying tender kisses over your hair, you shuddered with delight. He moved your body this way and that until he was under you with your head to his chest. Next, he took your wrist and brought it to his mouth, soft lips pressing gently to where he had held you so tightly.
“I- I left bruises, didn’t I?” he mumbled, and the shame underlying his tone made you look up, “ ‘m sorry, cyare, I don’t know what got into me.”
His gentle hold made it easy for you to reach out and cup his cheek, thumb tracing over his lips. “Nothing to apologize for, Rex. I’m not complaining.”
You wanted to ask who and what was said about clones that got him so upset, mostly so you could give the di’kutla a piece of your mind, but you decided to save that for later. Right now, you just wanted to show Rex exactly how superior he was to anyone who thought less of him. With all the strength you could muster, you raised yourself up, straddling his hips and holding his face in both hands. You kissed him, pulling him against your still sore body and running your hands over his short hair.
He moaned into your mouth and this time his fingers gripped your hips gently, kneading the tender skin with care.
“Rex,” your tone was breathy when you pulled back, holding his gaze as you said, “I’m going to show you how thankful I am that you ruin me every night.”
Slowly, a smirk lifted his mouth, and that haze of possessive need darkened his eyes again.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 大梦归离| Fangs of Fortune
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Li Lun/Zhuo Yichen
Characters: Li Lun, Zhuo Yichen
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Car Sex, Anal Sex, Underage Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Unbetaed coz we die like men, Virgin Zhuo Yichen, Bottom Zhuo Yichen, Top Li Lun, Older Li Lun, Xiao Zhuo is sixteen in this one
Summary:
Brat's always been pretty, alright. Li Lun's just been careful not to look.
God above, he had tried so hard not to look.
Yeah this one is made spicy lemons with the Carolina Reapers :) Proceed accordingly 🌶️🍋 archive locked as are all the Rated E fics I’m putting out exclusively on AO3
Tagging my usual suspects @dangermousie @alipeeps @romchat @productofevolution
Players: Liam x Trina
Rating/Warnings: 🍋🍋🍋18+ only
Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * @playchoicesficidea October Creative Challenge prompt for Halloween/Costume, requested by @the-soot-sprite * A little flash forward of my favorite AU dorks, in their senior year of college together as a continuation of Hummingbird * Crazy late posting stuff, but I’m slowly working through my writing list; also I am a wordy, lemony bitch, lol *
Word Count: +/- 2500
“Seriously? This is why you took all my measurements and borrowed a suit at the beginning of the semester? You want me to wear a GERMAN uniform?!”
“You vetoed my option to wear Wonder Woman’s kickass outfit,” Katrina rebutted. “Besides…the costumes are done. I just need to make final adjustments to yours.”
“You made the dress and a replica military uniform? How long did that take?”
“Long enough, Liam,” Katrina replied, rolling her eyes. “You saw me sewing things for weeks!”
“Yeah, out of muslin, to make sure the pants and the jacket fit, then you stopped working on the costumes whenever I was over.”
Katrina grinned at him. “Because I wanted the finished pieces to be a surprise,” she replied. “I love seeing your surprised face.”
“Okay okay…then you better not leave my side for a second or I’m going to end up fighting someone if they think I intentionally dressed up as a Nazi.”
“We can stick a ‘Captain Steve Trevor’ sticker on you to be safe,” Katrina giggled. She lifted the muslin cloth to reveal a vibrant blue dress on the mannequin. “What do you think?”
Liam’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the gown; it was the best looking replica he’d seen of the dress Wonder Woman wore in the ballroom scene, down to the twists and folds in the fabric. “Seriously, you should’ve gone into fashion design,” he mused, walking around to look at the back of the garment. “You’re going to look beautiful in this.”
Katrina’s cheeks started to flush pink, and she smiled at Liam. She handed him a garment bag containing his costume. “We don’t have long, so go get ready, Captain,” she said with a wink. “Thank you for growing your hair out and styling it the way I asked.”
“You’re lucky I like you so much,” Liam replied, shaking his head. “This is insane.”
“Look at it this way, if we look convincing enough, we could win a prize for our costumes!”
“And that offsets what you spent on materials by how much?” he teased.
Katrina crossed her arms and puckered her lips to one side of her face. “Just go get changed.”
.:.
“I ought to be upset that you spent any amount of time putting a costume together for me, let alone making it with your own two hands, but…” Liam paused to turn in front of the full length mirror, tugging gently at the jacket sleeves. “Trina, this fits like a glove. You even lined it!”
“So you like it?”
“It’s nicer than half my suits…and I only own three,” Liam chuckled. He turned around as he caught Katrina’s reflection in the mirror, his mouth involuntarily dropping open at the sight of her. The dress hugged every curve of her hips and the fabric flowed down her figure like a smooth, silent river. She shifted her weight to pop out one hip, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “Damn, you look gorgeous,” he whispered.
“I better, this material was a bitch to work with,” she laughed to herself.
Liam walked over to her, letting his hands rest on her hips as he gazed down at the wondrous beauty before him. “You look gorgeous,” he repeated. “Breathtaking. You’d win in my book, every day.”
Katrina lowered her eyes and felt her cheeks warm. “And I didn’t even twirl so you could see the back yet.”
“By all means, twirl!” Liam replied, taking a step back. He smiled as Katrina spun in place, the smile on her face quickly replaced by a look of panic as the fabric at her feet pulled tight, and Liam stepped forward to catch her in his arms. He laughed softly as he looked down at her while she caught her breath. “There’s my Klutz,” he smiled.
“My hero,” she giggled. He helped her back on her feet and she kicked the material that gathered around her feet, straightening her gown before looking up at Liam and smoothing down his sleeves, noting the way the lining peeked out. “Give me the jacket, I want to fix that or it’ll bug us both all night.”
“It’s fine, really,” Liam replied. “Shouldn’t we get going?”
“We have at least half an hour before it starts, and you know no one shows up early. Jacket. Gimme.” She curled her hand at Liam, beckoning him to surrender the jacket, and he sighed with a smile as he shrugged it off and handed it to her. She slipped her willowy arm through the sleeve and turned it inside out, gathering up the bottom of her gown in her other hand to avoid tripping. “I won’t be more than a few minutes,” she said, turning to walk down the hallway.
“Oh no you don’t,” he teased. “I like watching you work.”
“Alright,” she grinned, tossing him the jacket. “Be right back.” Liam sat down on the couch and Katrina returned a minute later with a small sewing kit. She joined him on the couch, hiking her gown around her knees before folding her legs onto the seat cushions, and set to work stitching the lining to the sleeve to keep it in place.
Liam watched as she pulled the thread taut with each stitch, high above her head, before repeating the action. She looked like royalty in her blue dress, with her long hair twisted up in some complicated hairstyle to complete the look, and there she sat, mending a suit jacket she’d made for him. “I might have to ask you to make me another suit,” he said softly.
A tiny grin spread across Katrina’s lips as she sewed. “I might already be working on such a suit for someone, now that I have his measurements,” she teased. She looped the needle through the thread several times to make knots and snipped the thread. “There, all done!” She turned the sleeve right side out and held it up to Liam.
He took the jacket and tossed it aside, pulling her into his lap, and pushed her skirt up further so she could straddle him. He twitched in his pants at the sight of her on top of him and grinned, leaning forward to kiss her. Katrina ran her fingers against the side of his head, resting them on the back of his neck, and returned his kiss, sucking lightly on his lower lip. Liam’s hands roved up her torso and he brushed his thumbs over her breasts, a tiny smile playing on his lips as he felt her nipples harden at his touch against the smooth fabric. “Someone’s not wearing a bra,” he whispered, opening his eyes to look into her deep grey eyes.
“This dress isn’t really designed for one,” she murmured quietly.
“And what about here?” he implored, letting his hands drop to her thighs. He snaked them up under the skirt, feeling for lace or silk, or even cotton – his eyes widening with surprise as he found only her smooth skin, warm and wet at his touch. She shivered in anticipation as his fingers slipped between her folds and he let out a warm breath between his teeth. “Were you going to tell me you weren’t wearing anything under this dress?”
Katrina whimpered as he dipped his finger inside her, curling the tip back towards himself and tapped against her, and she sighed, pressing her body to his as she captured his lips in a heated kiss. With his other hand he caressed her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple again, rolling the hardened skin between his fingers, and she moaned into his mouth. Her hips swerved towards him and he wanted nothing more than to remove the layers of clothing that separated them. “Surprise number two,” she whispered, before sucking and nibbling his earlobe.
Liam groaned at her actions and inserted another finger between her folds, pumping rhythmically. “Where’s your sister?”
“She’ll be home later, school dance,” Katrina breathed.
“Thank god,” he moaned, withdrawing his fingers from her. He drew them to his mouth and licked the taste of her from them before quickly undoing his pants, letting them fall to his ankles on the floor.
Katrina stood up and pulled a zipper down the side of her dress, slipping it off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. Liam sucked in a breath at the sight of her naked form as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, and she climbed on top of him again, hovering herself above his hardened member. His eyes smoldered with desire as he latched his mouth onto one of her breasts, tongue washing over her, and she sucked in a breath as he caught her nipple between his teeth, before kissing her soft skin once more.
Liam drew a breath and his abs tensed as she lowered herself onto him, slowly at first. His eyes dropped to where they were joined, watching as she moved himself in and out of her, before letting out a sharp breath as she drove herself down onto him and began gyrating her hips. He dug his fingers into her waist, just watching her move against him, taking in every glorious inch of her body before him. When she shifted forward it took everything in him not to close his eyes, but a groan escaped his lips and she moved against him even faster. “That’s it, Trina.” His voice was low and gravelly. “God, you feel amazing.”
Katrina smiled shyly at him as his hands roved over her breasts, her ribs, and raked down her back. He hooked them around the back of her shoulders and pushed her down to drive himself deeper inside her, and high-pitched, breathy gasps slipped between her rosy lips; it was music to Liam’s ears. “I love the way you feel inside me,” she moaned, pressing her hands flat against his broad chest.
He shifted his hips to meet every downward thrust of hers, driving himself as deep as he could inside her, smiling to himself as her head dipped back and more breathy gasps left her perfect little throat. He growled as she arched her back and leaned forward to grip the couch cushions on either side of his head, her hips rocking back and forth at a tantalizing pace. He was covered in her slickness and felt himself close to release, but he ached to hear her first. “Talk to me,” she breathed into his ear. “I’m getting close.”
Liam leaned forward, licking the outer shell of Katrina’s ear, and started whispering in between kisses to her neck and sucking the tender spot behind her earlobe. His large hand cupped her firm yet soft breast in his palm as he continued whispering all the salacious things he’d do to her later, describing how much he ached to hear her cry his name to the heavens. He let his hand travel further south on her body, his thumb finding her sweet bundle of nerves, and he rubbed circles against her, causing her to grind against him even harder, and she started cursing in French and Spanish. He smiled against her neck, knowing she was close when she stopped speaking English. “That’s it, just let go, mi reina, mi amor,” he urged.
He was rewarded with feeling Katrina’s walls tighten around him; she tossed her head back and screamed his name as she came undone before him. Her whole body seemed to go rigid and he supported her back, holding her up as she rode him on autopilot, suddenly focused on helping him reach his release. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling herself against his chest, their bodies warm and prickling with sweat. Liam was practically bouncing her on top of him, grabbing handfuls of her firm backside. “Come inside me, love,” she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. It sent a tingle straight to his core. “Fill me with all of you so you can spend the rest of the night knowing you’ll be dripping from between my legs.”
“Jesus, Trina!” Liam cried out, shuddering as he throbbed inside her, feeling her walls grip him again. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he spilled into her, both of them breathing hard as his orgasm waned. He kissed her damp forehead and she smiled impishly at him, before quickly hopping off his lap, making a beeline for the bathroom. He shook his head with a satisfied smile on his face, slipping his dress shoes off to step out of his pants, laughing at the mess they’d made as he walked to the bathroom in nothing but an unbuttoned dress shirt. Trina had already washed up and fished a pair of panties from her room while Liam ran warm water over a washcloth. He chuckled at her as she shimmied into the seamless underwear. “Thought you wanted to feel me dripping down your legs, or was that just foreplay to get me off?” he teased, quirking up an eyebrow at her.
“Shut up,” she grinned. “You uh, left more than enough to work with here, and I don’t want to stain that dress,” she blushed. She yelped when he swatted at her rear, flashing him a grin when she called out “save the spankings for later!” as she walked down the hallway and left to get dressed. Liam padded back into the living room as Katrina zipped her dress on and he made himself look more presentable while she retouched her makeup after their impromptu tryst. She returned with a replica of the Sword of Athena in her hands, minus half the blade. She turned her back to him and looked over her shoulder. “Do me a favor and hang this in the center? There’s a hidden loop to hold it up.”
Liam took the sword from her and ran featherlight kisses from her shoulder to her neck, gently dropping the sword through the loop of fabric so it hung from her dress down the center of her back. “Ready to go, Diana Prince?” He buttoned the front of his jacket and patted his pocket to check for his phone, smiling softly at Katrina as she pulled a leather jacket from the coat closet. “I don’t think that’s part of the costume,” he teased.
“Mixing a little old with a little new to stay warm,” she smirked back, grabbing her keys from a ceramic bowl. “Let’s get going.”
Liam hummed as they left the apartment. “Yes. The sooner we go, the sooner we can come back here and I can get you out of this dress one more time before your sister comes back from her dance.” Katrina locked the door and they walked down the hallway, stepping into the elevator.
“Didn’t I mention it earlier?” she asked, pressing the button for the lobby. “She’s spending the night at Angie’s after. We’ll have the place to ourselves all night.”
The elevator doors closed and Katrina shrieked with delight as Liam grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for another kiss.
Summary: One little comment sends the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory as the boys show you their best lap dances.
A.N. IDK, man, I just really want the 501st boys to be exotic dancers and I figured I'd share that! Please don't take this seriously, it's just for fun and debauchery <3
Also, I highly recommend listening to the songs I link as you read! Enhances the ~experience~
Word Count: 3,174
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), drinking, the boys being way too hot and thirsty for you, lap dances, and general debauchery
It all started with a little holo ad flickering in the corner of the drink menu.
You were with your boys, enjoying some shore leave celebrations at 79s, as was the tradition when returning to Coruscant, but one little comment sent the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory.
"Ooo, what's the chances that we'll still be on shore leave next week?" you had asked the table, and when Jesse asked why you waved the ad at him with a grin, "Because they're having a Thunder Star act here next week."
"A what?" Echo squinted at the picture, then let his eyes go wide at the shot of a topless, ab-bearing twi'lek.
"Thunder Star, they're a popular company of exotic male dancers. Looks like 79s’ trying something new."
" 'Exotic male dancers'?" Hardcase smirked, "You mean strippers."
You shrugged, "I prefer to give the profession a little more dignity than that, but, yes."
Fives' glass thudded against the table as he set it down, then snatched the menu out of your hand, "Whoever owns this place is throwing away their money," he leaned back with a smug grin, "I mean, who'd need to hire male dancers when aaaallll this is right here already?" he crooned, running his hands up and down his chest.
That earned a round of laughter.
"What?" he demanded, "It's true! We'd make better entertainment than these clowns."
Jesse was still laughing as he said, "Maybe we should ask the bartender to hire us instead."
"We'd need a group name for that," Kix chimed in, smiling into his drink, "and I don't think the General would approve of a stripper group calling themselves the Five-Oh-First."
"Oh! Oh!" you waved your hand excitedly, "You could call yourselves the Five-Oh-Thirst!"
An even louder roar of laughter at that, Jesse and Hardcase even thudding their fists on the table.
"Perfect!" Hardcase elbowed a chuckling Echo in the side, "Echo, quick, write that down!"
"Although..." you hummed, tapping your chin. It was always so easy to tease the boys, and you took every chance you could. "You guys need a lot more than a clever name to compete with Thunder Star."
"Oh yeah?" Fives leaned in over the table to give you his attention, "Like what?"
You pointed the fruit garnish of your drink at him for emphasis, "Talent." After popping the fruit into your mouth, realizing the rest of them were grinning and leaning in as well, you went on. "Dancing like that takes skill, boys. You can't just shake your ass a little and call it a day."
"That sounds like a challenge, sweetheart," Fives all but purred.
The fruit caught in your throat, "Wh-what?" you coughed.
His smile was wide as he scooted out of the booth, "I'll give you a show you won't forget," he answered with a wink.
The others began whistling and catcalling as he sauntered over to your end of the crescent-shaped booth. Your face was instantly hot at the way he was locking eyes with you, especially when he motioned for you to turn to the end of the seat.
"Come on, mesh'la" he urged, "I need a lap if I'm gonna give you a lap dance."
Beside you, Hardcase was egging Fives on and you heard Jesse say something about music as he grabbed Echo's datapad that had been sitting on the table. Finally, you were over the shock of what was happening and, maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your body, but some flirtatious confidence rose up in your chest.
You turned to Fives fully, and patted your lap, "Alright, do your worst."
With that, the datapad speakers started blaring music which made Fives clap his hands, "Perfect! Oh, sweetheart, you're in for a treat."
He started the dance by trailing his hands down his chest again, slow this time, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Then he was on you. He framed your knees with his, hovering over your thighs as he started rolling his hips side to side.
Those hands moved over said hips, until they rested on his thighs, drawing your attention just where he wanted. That's when he bent his knees, placing his ass on your lap just as he started moving his hips back and forth.
His smug grin was wide as he mouthed the lyrics of the song, now tucking those hands behind his head and bouncing his chest to the beat of the music. The motion made you jolt despite yourself, and you had to resist the urge to grind up into his tempting ass.
Fives obviously noticed the way you gulped at the sight of him, because his tongue darted out to lick his lips. It was all you could do to suppress a gasp, especially when he shifted his stance, moving back to slot his leg between yours.
With his eyes on yours, he leaned in close, breath hot on your ear as he said, “Damn, mesh’la,” then, again in time with the lyrics, “the things I would do to you.”
You did gasp that time, and he nipped your ear as his reward, before spreading your legs with his. The others were whistling and cheering as he put his hand on your thighs and sank to his knees. Again he made a show of licking his lips as he raked his eyes over you, admiring, and not hiding any of his dirty thoughts. And of course, as he got back to his feet, he flashed you another wink.
Then, with grace you weren’t expecting from an ARC trooper, he hopped onto the booth seat, planting his feet on either side of you so you had the perfect view of his codpiece as he gyrated his hips to the beat.
The others went crazy at that, shouting and banging their glasses all while Fives thrust dangerously close to your flushed face. His fingers came down to stroke your hair and, for just a moment, you thought he would pull you against him, but he only teased the vulgar act as he ground his crotch closer and closer to you.
Fives didn’t stay there long, though, instead, he hopped back down to the ground, grabbed your hand, and hoisted you up.
A delighted squeal left you as he lifted you into those strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He spun you around, this time actually singing the song all while bouncing you up and down with the rolling motions of his hips.
At the table, the boys sang along too, treating ‘Ride it, my pony!’ like a battle cry as Fives enjoyed the feeling of you against him. You were breathless from your hysterical giggles while he danced, and trying to ignore how much heat was traveling south with every thrust against your body.
Fives swayed you back towards the booth and, with your legs still clamped around his hips, he laid you on the table, somehow avoiding everyone’s drinks as the song finished its last repetitive set of lyrics.
Everyone was clapping and cheering as you covered your hot face with your hands, lungs pleading for air since you were still breathless from laughter. Fives was laughing too, just basking in the playful air as he put his hands on either side of your head to brace himself.
“So, convinced, mesh’la?” he chuckled.
When all you did was continue to hide behind your hands, someone reached out and tugged lightly on your wrist, “Oh come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy now!”
Somehow, you managed to take a few gasping breaths into your chest and peek out at him between your fingers, “Okay, maybe you could make it as a professional.”
Fives and several others roared with laughter, “Maybe? After all that, I just get a maybe? You’re breaking my heart, cyare!”
“Well obviously,” said another voice, Kix, as he stepped up and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder to pull him away. Something was gleaming in his eyes as he looked between you two. “You didn’t listen, Fives, she already said you have to do more than shake your ass and grind.”
Intrigued, Fives stepped back, letting your legs fall from him as Kix stepped in front of you instead. He winked, eyes never leaving yours when he reached out and took your hand.
“You have to seduce the woman you’re giving attention to, brother,” he purred.
A chorus of “Oooooos” rose from the booth as Kix pulled you gently up from the table, still eyeing you as he took a few steps back. He must have set his plan into motion before he challenged Fives, because there was now a lone chair pulled up.
That’s when Kix pulled you closer, lips actually daring to hover near yours as he whispered, “Take a seat, gorgeous.”
Well, any air you had managed to pull in before was swiftly gone again. You were glad he was asking you to sit since you suddenly felt very weak in the knees. Kix stood before you, eyes half-lidded as he looked down, gaze sweeping over your lips before he gave a quick nod to Jesse.
Again, Kix must have had a whole plan, because Jesse pressed play on a new song, and you knew you were in for something very different.
Kix didn’t jump in head first, instead, he started slow. His eyes ran up and down your body as he moved a thumb over his lips, teasing, thinking. Then, when your own gaze started to wander down his body, he took that same hand and tapped your chin.
“Eyes on mine, mesh’la.”
And when you obeyed, finally, he touched you. Starting by brushing his knuckles across your cheek as the sensual song played on. Then a finger trailed down your neck, giving just the briefest of attention to your chest before venturing down your arm.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, reverently, as he took your hand again. This time, he placed it just above his belt, laying your palm flat against his toned, hard stomach. “It’s okay, you can touch me all you want, cyare.”
With that and his gentle hold on your wrist, he moved your hand up, letting you feel every bit of his muscular chest under his blacks. All while keeping his bedroom eyes on yours. He didn’t stop at his chest, though, and kept guiding your touch to run across his throat, until he finally cupped your hand over his cheek.
Only then did he break eye contact, just so his eyelids could flutter closed as he leaned into your touch. Your chest was so warm at such a simple act, the look on Kix’s face one of pure adoration, as if your hand on his skin was all he needed.
Then his lips kissed your palm and he finally released your hand as the song’s beat picked up. That’s when he got on his knees before you. Kix places his hands on your thighs, letting out an admiring hum as he gave them a gentle, almost possessive squeeze. He was determined to spread them open too, but, like everything else, he took his time instead of coming in hot.
His hands crept upwards and as they did, very, very subtly, he pushed your legs apart. When his fingers were just on the precipice of your core, his eyes snapped back to yours.
That’s when he pounced. Kix hooked his arms under your knees as he stood, leaving you to slide down the chair into a very vulnerable and exposed position, your ass pressing into his pelvis. He smiled down at you while shrugging your legs onto his shoulders for more comfort, all knowing and smug just like his brother.
Kix stayed with the music, though, and when he took advantage of the suggestive position, it wasn’t Fives’ fast, enthusiastic trusting. The medic rolled his whole body into the motion, slow, deliberate, and letting his action sink into you as his hips met yours. His thrusts were deep and he only pulled back for another one when the beat allowed for it.
Somewhere, probably in another life where Kix wasn’t gazing at you like a goddess, someone said, “Why does this feel even dirtier than Fives’ dance-?”
“Shhh!”
The man holding you didn’t seem to notice or care about the commentary, he only had eyes for you, even as he gave one finally suggestive push of his hips, before letting your legs touch the ground again. Then he slid his arms around you and lifted you back into a proper seated position on the chair.
Of course, he just used this position to his advantage too and caged you by gripping the back of the chair with his hands. That’s when he settled on your lap, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him again and get lost in the feeling of his body on yours. He moved in steady, circling motions, always making sure you felt the brief touch of something hard at the height of every rotation.
Then the song hit its ending pitch and Kix used his grip on the chair to pull himself forward, pressing his chest flush against yours. He lingered there, breath fanning your skin and his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours. Said lips whispered the song’s iconic line just before he closed that small distance and-
And kissed your cheek instead of your mouth.
Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t have stopped the whine that left you. It earned you a chuckle from him and his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “So, what do you say, cyare? Are you seduced?”
All you could manage was a small nod and, though it was very unlikely that heard what Kix asked, Fives let out an annoyed, “Seriously?”
To please them both you let out a shaky praise, “Both of you could definitely give the professionals a run for their money.”
Everyone seemed pleased at that. Kix finally leaned back, getting up from your lap and offering to help you up like a gentleman.
Or at least, he would have, if Jesse hadn’t jumped up then.
“Oh no, baby, you stay right there. Fives and Kix can’t have all the fun. I think it’s only fair that all of us get to show off our potential.”
Hardcase, Tup, and Echo all cheered at that, and when Jesse started climbing out of the booth, they drummed their hands on the table like the music for a grand entrance. Kix gave you one final wink before making room for Jesse, who only wasted time in doubling back to the table for a moment.
“Hold on, need props for this one!” and he plucked the cherry garnish from Echo’s drink. Echo gave an indignant look as Jesse turned to you again and jabbed a finger at Hardcase, “Hit it!”
Again a beat poured out of the speakers and Jesse wasted no time. His hips instantly started jolting to the music as he put the skewer of fruit between his teeth. When Jesse moved his body it was hard and fast, constantly in motion just as the song demanded. He definitely had some moves and used the bouncing thrusts to push himself closer to where you were seated.
Like most of his brothers, he had forgone the top half of his armor that night, leaving his chest covered in nothing but his blacks. Keeping just an arm’s length away from you, Jesse started rubbing his hands down his sides, until he got to the hem of his shirt. Then, he pulled the fabric out from his belt and lifted it, revealing his well-toned muscles to your wide eyes.
Your greedy eyes pleased him and pulled the garnish from his teeth, “Like what you see, baby?”
He didn’t stop there, of course. Making sure it caught your eye, he trailed the cherry down his chest until it met bare skin. Juice from the fruit collected in the dips of Jesse’s abs as he rubbed it across his stomach. It was your turn to lick your lips, which pleased him even more.
“Come here, mesh’la, I’ll let you have a taste-”
“What the hells is going on up here?!”
The unfamiliar voice had all of you snapping out of whatever debaucherous bubble you had built around yourselves. Somehow, in the midst of all this, no one really seemed to care that you were all still in a corner booth on 79’s second floor.
Well, the manager cared, and he was standing there looking over the scene (you, disheveled in a chair, and Jesse rubbing fruit over his abs) with absolute disgust on his face.
“What? We’re having fun, what’s it to you?” Jesse snapped, clearly annoyed that his shot with you was being interrupted.
“Fun!?” the manager mocked in horror, “Son, this is a bar, not a strip club! Not to mention the racket all of you were making,” he cast a glare at the booth, “out! All of you, get out!”
Hardcase jumped from his seat, “Hold on a damn minute!”
“OUT!” the manager seethed, “And just be thankful I’m just throwing you out tonight and not banning all of Torrent Company!”
Knowing that they would listen if you stepped in, you got up from your seat and took Jesse’s hand, “Come on, boys, we don’t want to be any trouble, right?”
Jesse and Hardcase were still narrowing their eyes at the other man, but, catching your look, they softened. When Tup, Fives, and Echo started gathering their things from the table at your pleading eyes, they finally mumbled their agreements.
Thankfully, the manager didn’t feel the need to continue his berating comments as everyone filed out the door. But, of course, because these were your boys we’re talking about, the moment they were outside, the loud cursing and complaining started.
“This is bantha shit!”
“Buzzkill!”
“No fun!”
“Had the perfect song for my dance!”
You laughed at their array of comments, especially when Hardcase flung his arms around you and clung to you as everyone started walking. “Come on, boys, it’s not that bad! Listen, I say we get some booze from the corner store up the way, and we can make as much of a racket as we want back at my place.”
The words didn’t strike you as anything suggestive. The boys had drunk at your apartment plenty of times before, but, given the context, it was no surprise that some of them exchanged looks.
“I’m in,” Echo said, the corner of his lips lifting as he caught Fives’ eye.
Tup, who was walking backwards in front of you, flashed that toothy smile of his, “Sounds like a perfect night to me.” That’s when he reached up and pulled his hair loose from his top knot. “And back at your place, gives the rest of us a chance to really show you our moves.” He winked at his curls came cascading down.
Hardcase tightened his grip on you, “Oh, kriff yeah!”
Well, looks like the night was just getting started.
I want to give my sincere apologies to all the Jesse Girls, plz don't strangle me for cock blocking you lol
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 大梦归离| Fangs of Fortune
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Zhao Yuanzhou/Zhuo Yichen
Characters: Zhao Yuanzhou, Zhuo Yichen
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Mentioned handjobs, mentioned rutting, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Established Relationship, no beta we die like ran yi and miss qi
Summary:
"Zhao Yuanzhou...!" He hisses, stumbling backwards only for the demon lord to hold him close by the small of his back, elegant fingers trailing over the swell of his ass.
"Pervert..." Zhuo Yichen grumbles, suffering through the heat licking up his belly when all he receives in response is a quiet, rumbling laugh that is much too honest in its fond amusement than the situation called for.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 大梦归离 | Fangs of Fortune (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Li Lun/Zhuo Yichen
Characters: Li Lun (Fangs of Fortune), Zhuo Yichen
Additional Tags: Biting, Dual Cultivation, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Healing Sex, Choking
Summary:
Li Lun has to bite off the bitter urge on the tip of his tongue to shriek that he's the furthest thing from a giving tree and could they just fuck right the fuck off with this bullshit, because the abso-fucking-lute last thing he wants to be doing, is saving the ass of Zhu Yan's new best friend. And no, despite what brain rot the Baize Goddess might be feeding, he's not jealous that Zhu Yan has a new best friend that he loves hanging out with. Nor does he give a damn that his maybe-not-really-ex-best friend has been making overtures of fixing their friendship and not being put out by Li Lun's less-than-stellar social skills. Being stuck in a cave will do that to you.
So, despite himself and his burning urge to fuck right back to the Dahuang and leave this circus of monkeys behind, he lets himself be ushered into what he knows in Zhuo Yichen's private wing and braces himself a little when he is greeted with a gust of biting cold wind that damn near knocks him off his feet.
"If you could kindly put your little temper tantrum to a more manageable level, I'd be ever so grateful."
