Hi, i love your writing so much! Could you write a little something about what it’d be like to live with Q? like domestic life with him? If
Warning! mentions of drug use and some NSFW ones too
It’s a little chaotic when you first moved in with him as he wasn’t used to sharing his space with someone else
Seems the cats weren’t super thrilled in the beginning, but they warmed up to you after you constantly gave them treats
“Sure they love you, but you’re gonna make them fat (y/n)!” Q would scold
Every area of the house has been blessed by your love making
The laundry room is your guys favorite unconventional love making spot
What seems like disorganization is actually his own system. He knows exactly where everything is mostly
You try not to move things around to new spots, but more so organize whatever is in that space whether it be organizing bills, bank statements, and papers filled with sketches and jokes on his desk or dusting off a few of his collectibles
When you moved in, he created a special nook for your own collection of collectibles, knick knacks, and memorabilia you’ve accumulated through the years
He tends to sleep in late on his days off, but you’re more than happy to wake him with a cup of coffee
On days where he has filming, he always leaves a little note for you with a simple message to start your day
When you wake up at the same time, he’s always trying to keep you in bed. He always has a hard time starting the day
He’s always trying for morning sex too
You’ve tried to be that cute couple that cooks meals together
That didn’t work out
But you do cook for each other!
He cooks more simplistic and nostalgic meals, but you adore it anyways because it feels like home
You have witnessed Q’s routine for feeding the cats and it’s like a whole show
The cats don’t eat unless you do the whole routine! mouth pops, “who wants din din?!”, order in which you give them their bowls, the whole nine yards
It took you a while to get it down, but you got it eventially
“Jesus, is that what I look like feeding ‘em?” —Q watching you go through the routine
The house is ALWAYS freezing. So sweatpants and sweaters are a constant for you
Q is like a middle aged dad with the thermostat
Just to be funny you’ll raise the thermostat by one degree throughout the day to see how long it’ll take for him to notice
It bothers him but makes you laugh
You know each other in and out so you know exactly what bothers the other. You’ll jokingly poke fun at those buttons but never as far as genuine anger
Binge watching shows is so fun because you’ve never been with anyone else so invested
The two of you talk CONSTANTLY while watching. From witty commentary to sassy comments and potential plot predictions
Sometimes, once in a blue moon, you’ll share a joint and watch the trippiest thing you can together
When you both come home from work, showering together is the best thing
You wash each other’s backs and talk about your day. It’s a good way to ground yourselves and wind down a little into the evening and reflect on things
He loves helping to wash your hair because he just loves to run his hands through it
You two are CONSTANTLY eating junk food together. Either that or you’ll find the other rummaging through the cabinet like a rabid raccoon
And you will ALWAYS scold each other about how you’ll ruin the upcoming meal
You both play video games and love to watch each other
While you do game a little, it’s a scratch on the surface compared to Q. You don’t mind though because you really love to watch him play
He’s a hot headed gamer and SUPER competitive
He’s salty whenever you beat him at Mario Kart
If you’re in a mood and you’re playing together, you like to play dirty and tease him. Get him all flustered so he loses
He’s not really losing in the end if you think about it ;)
Despite having a dislike for the cold climate in the house, it makes the bed feel so much more comfy
You really believe he keeps it that cold so he has an excuse to always be snuggling you
“your hands are cold! You must be cold. I can help with that, doll!”
He can’t sleep unless you are close to him or some part of him is touching you
Sleeping with the cats however makes it a little bit hard, it’s like an odd game of Tetris
You make it work eventually
You’re famous for stealing Q’s clothes and casually wearing them. Band shirts, FDNY shirts, TESD, all of them
He loves you in them and especially loves fucking you in them
He makes sure to leave some with you if he’s on tour and you can’t travel with him because it smells like him
He has jokingly tried on one of your shirts
the quote printed on it is now forever stretched out because of his broad shoulders
So a discord server I’m in had a little summertime secret santa event! This is my lil drabble for @qunebug and their lovely apprentice Gabe!!
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Muriel avoided inner Vesuvia like, well, the plague. He would brave the crowds every once in a while when friends were in need or for very quick trips for only the most minimal of supplies, but even then only when the need was unavoidable. However, his self sufficiency wasn't exactly a point of pride. It was merely one of the small details of his daily life, like the clothes he wore-- or lack thereof, as his companion would say.
Given all of that, he's not at all sure how he got here.
Well, okay. He might know the reason. It went by the name 'Gabe.' Gabe was the reason he found himself here more and more frequently; yesterday was an unwilling tug through the market for fresh paints after a stand caught their eye, and more than once in the past month for fabric and the like--they were always muttering something about finding him a 'proper outfit' that better 'expressed who he was.'
The effort was unnecessary, but not unappreciated.
Today was different yet again. Despite the setting sun, he had been sitting at a tad-too-small table nibbling at even smaller side-dishes that didn't seem to stop coming. He would've said something about how there were perfectly edible things in the forest, possibly including his chickens, but he had experienced far too much of this-- of them--to actually say it.
Yes, Gabe was best described as an experience-- one of the new he was glad not to have missed out on. He was doubly glad that Gabe seemed to think the same, even when the noise inside got irritating and he would leave to stare at passers-by in silence.
Even when he ignored the commotion inside caused by some too-drunk patron goading on his lovely Gabe, only to get the pleasure of also sharing in a more violent version of his little experience. Even when he said nothing as they left in a huff and a hurry.
It took some puzzling out, but he'd finally reached the truth-- the proud recipient of a new black eye had been given so, courtesy of a couple choice words about the Scourge. He couldn't say it surprised him.
He couldn't say anything at all. He'd come to realize there were things this blessed curse couldn't help him avoid anymore-- perhaps because he hadn't wanted to avoid them at all. Gabe had been a stranger once, after all.
Perhaps that was the Hermit's true intention-- a curse meant to be broken.
As they settle in for the night, his body on the furs and Gabe on top of him, Muriel sighs free from his lips words he didn't know he was waiting for the right moment to say.
Summary: Q seems to absolutely drive you up a wall. But the thing about him that drives you absolutely insane: the way he makes you feel. The more you suppress it, the more irritable you are. Everyone has their limits, and so do you. The truth will be revealed
Warning: Smut ahead!
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When you took this job, you weren’t sure what you were signing up for. Working for someone who made your stomach twist in an animalistic way wasn’t what you had in mind at all.
You were his assistant. The one needed to keep tabs on his emails, organize all his appointments, ensure he’s paying attention during meetings, and the one who filtered information to him. It irked you how disorganized he was and he seemed to have a disdain for you as well. You were constantly at creative rifts in the road and bickering about how to handle a variety of situations. Some days he tempted you to just put in your two weeks and leave, but something continuously compelled you to stay. Something in your gut made you stay and stopped you from ever placing that pretty piece of paper that said ‘I quit!’ down onto his desk.
The thing that made you the most upset: the fact that his smug aura was attractive. You often found yourself at a crossroad between telling him off or telling him that you wanted his clothes off. You went with the former, using it as a shield to hide all those hidden feelings. When you wanted to punch his teeth in, you really just wanted to grab his face and smash your lips together and kiss so hard that it would suck the soul out of his body. When you wanted to strangle him, you wanted it the other way around. Hand on your throat as skin on skin contact would echo through the office. When you bit your lip, half of it was to hold your tongue and the array of colorful language that you would have loved to release on him. The other half: holding yourself back from saying what you were truly feeling deep down and behind all the aggression.
You kept quiet for this long, but sometimes it felt like the most difficult hidden aspect of your job description: do not fuck your annoying boss. If anything, it felt like rule number one.
But it felt like every day, that rule became harder and harder to follow. The line between employer and fuck buddy started to become blurry.
It was quiet in the office and as per usual, Brian was late. Already you were irritated and wanting to sock him in his teeth, but you kept quiet and tried to enjoy the peace of the temporarily silent office space. The other guys would occasionally walk past, greeting you and making small talk, you asked where Brian was and it seemed that they were just as clueless as you.
“Probably hung over.”
“He’s probably stuck in bed with his cats. Those guys move for no one!”
“There was an accident on the road here so maybe he’s stuck in a bit of traffic?”
Excuse after excuse and it only seemed to pester you more. You weren’t mad at the other guys, you were mad that he couldn’t seem to even give an answer to you AND his own best friends.
When he finally walked in, he looked fine and put together. No indication of a hangover, no sense of urgency, nothing.
“Glad you finally showed up,” You mumbled as you continued reading through contracts and permits that needed to be in order once filming started back up for the guys.
“Sorry sweetheart, hope you didn’t do too much work without me,” He spoke sarcastically. The way he said ‘sweetheart’ made your stomach absolutely churn and your face heat. You pretended to show no reaction as you went back to your work.
“I hope you know that because you were late were gonna have to stay late… again.” Disdain in your voice and he sat in his chair and skimmed through some of the papers waiting for him. He leans back with a smirk as he starts reading the papers in his hand closer, and you catch each other’s eye. You quickly avert your own back to your work and pretend that didn’t happen.
The rest of the day went by and the area slowly grew quiet as each of the guys made their leave because they finished what they needed to. Sal had come in asking if Brian wanted to go out for a few drinks, but as he saw the look on your face, Brian chose the safe answer: staying in to finish what he needed to. You lightly nodded your head and went right back to work, and he did the same as well, though, slightly more irritated than before.
You could see a noticeable tension building in him with each paper that you slid to him. It was like getting a child to finish their incomplete and missing assignments. You knew it was for the better this way.
His concentrated look, the way his lips pursed together, and the stern look in his eyes was getting you worked up in a way that started to irritate you. You started looking the same way he did, and little did you know that he caught a glimpse of it and found it just as attractive as you did with him.
“Brian. I told you to keep these papers in order of when the episode airs so it’s easier to refer to and file. How many times do I have to go over this?” You reorganized the papers for what felt like the hundredth time and grabbed paper clips.
“You told me to just read through and ax whatever bits or hand write bits in, you said nothing about organizing them!”
“I had them that way for a reason, Brian.” With a huff it went deathly quiet. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him eyeing you out. You couldn’t clearly make out the expression on his face as you forced yourself to continue working on whatever was in front of you. Shuffling through the papers your mind wandered and you could still feel his eyes on you. Your face felt hot but it was another thing you attempted to ignore.
“I feel like you hate me sometimes.” He said quietly.
“Hmm?” You questioned wanting to hear what he said one more time.
“I said I feel like you hate me sometimes,” He said once again as he placed his pen down and leaned against the arm of his chair, directing his entire attention on you. When you looked at him, a single eyebrow was raised and he had a foreign look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite understand, but it made all your hairs stand on end in anticipation.
“You know, I don’t hate you…” Your face got even hotter as you saw a slight smirk growing on his face. “I don’t. I get frustrated because you do things without thinking. It’s my job to keep you organized and on track and it feels as though sometimes you don’t listen. It grinds my gears, Brian.” Everything inside of you starts to threaten to pour out, endless words pounding at the floodgates, begging to be released. It’s even harder to say all of these things when the office is barren of others, leaving the two of you as the sole solitary individuals trapped within its confines.
“Then if you don’t hate me why do you always act like you don’t like being around me or that you do hate me?” He kept prying and prying and answering more questions. You felt trapped and it all came to a boiling over. It was aggravating you because it seemed almost as if he knew the answer but he wanted to hear it directly from you.
“Because I have feelings for you, okay?!” You turn to him as you spout your confession, bellowing it so it lingers and echoes in the room. You feel as though it’s hard to swallow and as though the heat in the room got intense. A nervous sweat breaks out all over your body and Brian says nothing for a moment and has a dastardly grin on his stupid face.
“Oh… So that’s what it’s been, huh, sweetheart?” His voice changed rapidly in tone, and he finds it all incredibly amusing to see you suddenly become so small so quickly after always being this seemingly huge obstacle in his way all the time in the office. He pulls your swivel chair in closer, one of his hands resting on an armrest, the other on the backrest of it, leaning you back so that you're looking up to him and he’s looking down on you.
The tension was incredibly thick, your heart was pounding at a rapid speed as his eyes fanned over your entire being. You felt exposed, vulnerable, small. But something about this sensation was so incredibly thrilling, you clenched your thighs together and your hands rested one upon the other on your lap. This is the attention you had craved for so long, but never would you have thought it would be within the environment that you were currently situated in.
You fell silent, stumbling over something to say to answer him, but nothing coherent could be formed.
“Why so silent now?” He takes his hand that was resting on the arm rest and brings your face closer to his, “didn’t know someone who always had something to say could be at such a loss for words for once.” Just like that, his lips were on yours. You could no longer resist all the urges you fantasized about so often as you brought your hands to his face and pressed his lips harder to yours. Tongues were intertwined and melding together and you hummed at the sensations you desired for so long.
“So this is how I can get you to shut up, huh?” you joked with a devilish smirk once you both finally pulled away only to reattach them and kiss him even harder than before. His hands rubbed on your thighs and gripped at your buttoned up blouse. It was a quick jolt, buttons were flying in all different directions, leaving your chest exposed. “You dick head. You’re so impatient.” He grunted as lips reconnected. He grabbed you by your thighs, slid you off of your chair, and into his lap. As you shifted in his lap, you could feel his throbbing cock through the layers of his pants. The sensation elicited a moan from both of you.
“You sure you want this? I don’t have a condom…” He said in a quiet husky voice. You were so pent up and needy that it irritated you.
“You talk at the worst times. I’m on the pill, just touch me already.” Without another thought, his lips trailed from your lips down to your chest, taking your breast out of the cups of your bra and trailing his tongue all around your nipple and areola. The hot, wet sensation of his mouth on your tits made your hips come to life as you began to grind your hips against his hard on. Hums of his moans were traveling through your skin as he left love bites all over the exposed skin. His hands were gripping at your hips. “Fucking hell Brian.” You moaned out. Your skin was tingling for more, and it seemed he was too.
“Sweetheart, god, if you keep that shit up I won’t last. You gotta stop.” You heard his pleas but continued anyway. His forehead was stuffed between your breast as his eyes were half lidded and trained on your pussy that was continuously running over his clothed hard on. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he whimpered.
“Why would I stop when you keep eliciting the sexiest, pathetic little moans?” He grunts and suddenly you were on his desk, his face was buried in your neck, and he was quickly undoing his belt.
“You just can’t fucking listen can you, doll?” A belt buckle had never sounded so erotic before this moment and you were quickly falling into submission, something you never thought possible as you were always having to baby him and boss him around in the office. “You act so cocky all the time, I think it’s time I show you who’s in charge now.” He reaches under the hem of your skirt, pushing it above your waist so that your naval was readily exposed for him. He quickly tears a hole into your panty hose and moves your panties to the side, exposing your soaking wet pussy to the cold air of the office space.
There was no patience in this act you were about to commit. Quite frankly, you didn’t even want to wait any longer than you already had to indulge in the sinful sensation that was fucking your employer. There was something so taboo, so thrilling, so erotic. Like something out of a naughty novel that you had read before. A fantasy you wanted played out so bad, and all of it was coming to fruition.
His cold middle finger dipped into your wetness, making you buck your hips in an aching motion that was you physically begging for more contact. He pulls his finger away, looking at the finger that was now soaked in your needy juices.
“Look at how fucking wet you are and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” His finger is placed upon your lips, you part them and suck on his finger, reveling in the taste of your own nectar on your taste buds. All the while, you help with the final steps to getting what you truly craved: undoing his zipper and fishing his cock out of his boxers. Your eyes glimmered at the sight of it and a smirk stretched across his face seeing your reaction. “Say what’s on your mind sweetheart.” He guides the tip of his cock to your soaking wet pussy, teasing you with the head that made you tilt your head back and whimper. “Look at who’s making the sweetest most pathetic little moans. Tell me how much you want my fucking cock in you. Go on. Say it. Nice and loud for me doll so I can hear.” The taunting only made you hornier and needier. The banter you were so accustomed to was having its effects, and hell did you love how you were drowning in the lust.
“Fuck, Brian, shut up and fuck me, please! I just need you to fuck me already!” You have your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to sink into you, aching to feel the stretch of your pussy taking him to the hilt.
“Atta girl.” He said huskily. Slowly, inch by inch, he was sinking into you with a groan, “fuck you took me so easily. You’re an eager one, huh, sweetheart?” The sensation had you crumpling papers in your palm and your back was bowed in pleasure.
“God fuck you’re so fucking big Bri.” Your eyes met with his. Hair shagged in his face, dilated pupils signaling a carnal desire, and lip caught between his teeth as he exhaled a grunt through his nose. He could work you up without having to say or do much of anything, he was the modern day physical embodiment of eros in your eyes, and in this moment, he was all yours for the taking. You could feel his cock throbbing within you, and that was enough to make you pulse around him and pull a shaky sigh from his lungs. With a daring smile and a hunger for more, you spoke words that would send the both of you into oblivion: “Fuck me. Nice and hard. “‘Til I'm screaming.” You didn’t have to say anymore, for his smile already said what was on his mind.
He slowly pulled his hips away, just until only the tip of his cock was left in you, and then quickly snapped his hips right back. Just like that, you were seeing stars.
“Holy shit Brian! Fuck!” You screamed as you dropped to holding yourself up on your elbows.
“That’s right sweetheart, scream my name. I know you’ve wanted to. Louder. Say my name louder,” he said with a carefully enunciated tone. His hips continued to work just as hard as he experimentally angled himself until he found all of your sweet spots.
“Brian! Brian! Brian!” His name was the only thing you could seem to muster out aside from various moans as he worked his magic all over your body.
“Fucking hell you feel so good wrapped around my cock. Got me so worked up I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Papers were flying off the desk as he continued to pound into you, he was hovering above you as his hands rested at your sides to give himself leverage to continue his lustful onslaught. “Rub your clit baby, make yourself feel good while I fuck you.” You quickly listened, bringing your right middle and ring finger to your mouth, coating them with spit, and then snaking your hand down right where he told you. As your fingers circled your clit, as his cock hit you in all the most erogenous spots within you, you felt your climax building quickly.
“Brian, getting close, I'm gonna cum!” You confessed in a high pitch whine. His hips picked up in speed as he heard you cries, grunting and quickly losing his rhythm.
“Fuck baby, me too. Let’s cum together, okay? Cum with me please.” You nod your head in response. “I’ll count down from 10, okay, doll? We’ll cum together.”
“Yes! Yes! Make me cum Brian!”
10… You tried not to circle your clit so much as not to cum too soon, savoring the sensation and begging for it to last a little longer.
9… You saw the way his hair was beginning to stick to his sweaty forehead and the way his biceps shone in the fluorescent lighting of the office.
8… “I’m so close, fucking hell i’m so close Brian!”
7… “Fucking hell sweetheart your pussy feels so good on my cock.”
6… Lips were connected for just a moment, tongues swirled together to add to all the erotic sensations that flooded your nerves. The hot sensation of his mouth and the taste of stale coffee was a new shining memory forever stored in your head.
5… His thrusts were quickening at an uneven pace as the number lowered. It felt like an eternity, almost like a teasing sensation, but it would make your orgasm feel all the more satisfying as you held off from having him in your grasp for so long.
4… the heat was building as both of your moans were rising in pitch and an aching need for release was mutual.
3… His hands now were on your hips. As he thrusted, he brought your hips in. His cock was hitting you deeper and harder than it ever had, the way he was grasping at your hips was sure to leave marks, but you loved the thought of having markings only you knew about.
2… “I want you to cum… nice and hard for me…” Your eyes met his, and there was no tearing them away. He didn’t have to tell you to cum hard, you already knew you would.
1… Your fingers worked your clit as you finally reached the crest of the wave,
“Fuck i’m cumming!” You screamed as a flood of euphoria washed over you. Each pant was a moan as you reveled in the sensation. With one finally thrust, Brian was buried deep in you. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as warmth filled whatever space was left inside of you. With each spurt, you could feel him push deeper inside of you with a grunt.
“Fucking hell you’re pussy is squeezing the cum right out of my cock. Fuck that felt good.” His head was in the crux of your neck as his hot breath fanned on your shoulder as you both bathed in the afterglow of your orgasms.
When he pulled out, you could feel all of his cum slowly seeping out of you, and it honestly made you a little horny all over again. He quickly grabbed some tissues to help clean you up.
“I knew you couldn’t have hated me that much.” He said with a deep chuckle.
“You owe me a new shirt.” You say, blushing deeply as you try to fix yourself up a bit, “and I'm not reorganizing these papers.” You looked around at all the flung papers, the ones you crumpled up, and the ones you got some… juices on.
“No rude nicknames during any of those sentences. See, proof that you don’t hate me.” He started cleaning himself up and readjusting himself. You tried to hide your smile, but there was no use. “And a smile! I’m winning big today!”
Maybe you’ll hold off on putting your two weeks in…
Summary: You found yourself at a party for unknown reasons. You kept to yourself most of the night until you cross paths with a stranger who made you feel welcome. Little did you know that same person would be the savior of the evening as well as his band of friends.
Warning: mentions of assault
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I didn’t quite understand why I was here at this party. I didn’t really even want to be here but I thought maybe that tonight would be different. It was an odd and sporadic decision that I have never really ever made before. But here I was now, and I didn’t want to just walk through the doors and then turn on my heel and disappear. I think that would make people look at me even more and have unnecessary attention on me. But, maybe I'm overthinking it? I don’t know.
But here I am, sitting on some crusty couch with a couple making out to the left of me with no signs of coming up for air, and to the right of me is some dude that decided he had enough for the evening and is snoring to the rhythm of the music blasting. I took another sip of the drink in my hand only to realize that the cup was now empty. I stare at the bottom of my cup and look up to the crowd of people chatting and dancing in front of me. I would have to push and shove my way through if I wanted another drink… With hesitancy, I got up and did just that.
There was another detail I hated about crowds: my height, or lack thereof really. In comparison to most, I had a smaller build, petite they so politely called it. Honestly, I think I'd rather have someone just say I'm short or small than throw some fancy word to try and make me feel better.
I found my way to the kitchen which was much quieter and – thankfully – less densely packed. I look amongst the soda options and contemplate which one I'll be drinking now. But, the thought of just leaving crosses my mind again.
“I don’t get why there’s so many options, makes it harder for idiots to get their drinks and clear this place out.” I heard over the muffled music and my own thoughts. I look up and see a guy standing there helping himself to the two liter of sprite. He watched as the carbonation filled his cup and then quickly dissipated, then he looked up to me.
He was quite eye-catching honestly. Brown eyes that had a sparkle to them, eyes that held the power of someone who just enjoyed fun and conversations. Thick eyebrows framed them but gave them a softer and more inviting look. There was a mole on the crease of nostril where it would meet the base of his nose, and it seemed to disappear slightly when he smiled. He was clean and shaven with black, carefully styled hair.
“Haha, yeah.” I responded quietly so as not to seem rude and to acknowledge that I heard what he had said. When he finished pouring his serving, he looked at me and slightly raised his brows. He gestures with the bottle in hand, almost as if silently asking if I wanted some. I couldn’t refuse so I held my cup a little closer and he poured me some. For some reason, I couldn’t stop looking back at him. And, it seemed he couldn’t either. “Thank you.” I said once my cup was full and I took a light sip.
“I’m Brian by the way, my friends call me Q though. That was kind of rude of me to not introduce myself.” He chuckles a little. We both linger in the kitchen, away from others and away from the chaos. Something about him felt safe, I could feel it. Nothing in me was telling me to run, hide, or cut the conversation short.
“(Y/N)... That’s my name if you were wondering.” He smiles lightly.
“Sweet… So what brings you to this party?”
“Poor decisions?” I answer honestly and questionably. It got a chuckle out of him and it made me feel some butterflies.
“My friends brought me here. I’m not always one for the party scene, but I like a little fun once in a while.” Just then, someone else walked into what was temporarily our little personal corner of the world. “Speak of the devil this is my buddy Sal, been friends for a while.” The now named stranger smiles warmly to me and I mirror the same warm smile and nodded as a means of greeting him.
“Q, I was looking for you. Joe has now managed to nose nearly every person here and now he’s dancing like a maniac. You gotta see this.” Sal is practically pulling on Brian’s shirt as a means of coaxing him to see the spectacle that I'm assuming is their other friend.
“Alright, alright Sal, christ. I’ll see you around?” I nod with a smile as he’s already halfway out the door. He smiles back just as wide as he finally disappears around the corner.
As I sat alone sipping away at my soda all by my lonesome, I contemplated my decisions. I hear the crowd uproaring and I cave into my curiosity to see what this ‘Joe’ character looks like and what has got everyone so up in a tizzy, especially Q’s friend. I find my way back to a packed living room. People built like trees and walls are surrounding the spectacle that has me leaving the comforts of the quiet kitchen. Curse this small body. I tried to jump to see overhead and I could only see in small increments. I grew tired and was tempted to give up until I shuffled around the group and found myself standing tall on the sofa to see over everyone, gaining a perfect view of everything.
There was Joe, now I could put a face to the name. He was putting his heart, soul, and… belly? Into his dancing. No shirt, swinging the piece of clothing around as he kept his little soiree. He truly was dancing like a maniac, but I loved it.
“Ever see anyone dance like that before?” A random guy stands on the couch next to me to see all that was going on.
“Never, it’s really entertaining though.” I didn’t want to be rude, so I responded to the stranger’s question as we looked on. Eventually though, I felt the urge to use the bathroom. I felt now was as good a time as any since everyone was distracted and I would be able to easily slip into the bathroom without having to wait around and start doing a little dance myself as I waited. “Odd question, but do you by chance know where the bathroom in this place is?” I asked the guy standing next to me.
“Uuuh, yeah! It’s down the hall, second door to the right.” I nod as thanks and quickly make my way over.
I finished up my business and I'm washing my hands. As the suds fall between my fingers and wash away under the water, I get this tingling in my nerves. I got nervous for some reason, I presumed it to be my body’s way of saying that I was over this whole party scene and it was time to go home. I shrug my shoulders and agree with my psyche and dry my hands.
When I opened the door, the guy that helped me find the bathroom was standing on the other end of the door. He shoved me back into the bathroom and his hands were just… on me.
I tried to scream, but it felt trapped in my throat. I could only get “no” out of me, but I just knew it wasn’t loud enough.
“Shut your fucking mouth.” Was all I heard and it all went blank in my head. I broke out in a cold sweat. My body felt paralyzed, I couldn’t seem to move anything and when I did move, it ached. My mouth was dry and drawing in rapid gulps of breath. The lights in the bathroom felt too bright for my eyes. I could hear my heart pounding.
“Someone… Please…” I whispered out as burning hot tears fell.
The door burst open and before I knew it, the guy was off of me.
“Get your FUCKING hands off of her.” The dude was knocked in the jaw and sent spinning like a top because of the forceful impact and fell to the floor where he got the shit kicked out of him. My senses started coming back to and I could make out who was my savior tonight: Brian. The guy who filled my cup earlier.
Behind him, stumbling in was his friend Sal.
“Holy shit, nice shot Q… Fuck, there she is.” My skin felt cold as Sal tip toed carefully around Q and made his way to me.
“(Y/N), here.” He quickly removed his jacket and wrapped it around me and helped to guide me out of the bathroom. “Q we better dip before he comes to and starts some scrappy doo act and then we get in trouble.” Q quickly stopped his tirade.
“You better keep your fucking ass down there dipshit. I see your face again or you try anything funny and it’s only gonna come back but it’ll be four times as bad.” Four times? I’d expected twice, but four was oddly specific… The guy whined and groaned as we escaped the bathroom. I found myself sandwiched between the two, Q in front of me and Sal behind me guarding me as we made our way out of here.
We pushed through the crowd of people, it felt somewhat suffocating and everything sounded too loud. It was all so overstimulating.
“Joe! Murr! Let’s go!” Sal bellowed behind him.
The boys sat me on the porch of the house. I was formally introduced to Joe and met another companion of theirs: Murr. All of them were absolute sweethearts. Joe helped to make me laugh, Murr brought me some water, Sal was a comforter and soothed me, and Q stood guard and helped soothe me as well with kind affirming words. They worked well together and created a dynamic that helped bring me down from the bout of severe anxiety that consumed me earlier.
“Is there anything else you need? Have you eaten? Do you need any more water?” Murr asked. They all leaned in waiting for a response, ready to take off and grab whatever it was that I needed. I softly laughed,
“No, I'm okay, really. Just grateful you all were there to be my rescue team.”
“I can’t stand that shit. You never lay your hands on anyone like that.” Q crossed his arms over his chest as he huffed. I could see him getting worked up all over again.
“Well I sure hope that dipshit learned his lesson after the beatdown you gave him.” Sal says as he remembers the state Q left that guy in after we left the bathroom. The boys all mutter in agreement.
“Yeah. I don’t mean to be rude or anything guys, but i’m really fucking tired after all that shit. I think I'll be staying away from parties… permanently.” I get up on my feet.
“Let one of us take you back home please. Do you have a dorm, apartment, something nearby?” Q quickly jumped up. His eyes were filled with absolute worry.
“Actually, yeah, could you walk me home please Q? My dorm is a few blocks away.” I say with my cheeks rising in heat. Q smiled and wrapped his hand around my shoulder.
“Well then, m’lady, shall we leave?”
“Wait, before you two head off.” The three other guys had passed around an old receipt and a pen. Each of them quickly scribbled on it and Joe handed it off to me as soon as he was done with his final addition to it.
“This has all of our numbers on it should you need any kind of help or support. Need us to walk you somewhere, give us a call. Need someone’s lights knocked out? Call only Q for that.” I giggled at the last addition as I looked at the paper. I studied each of their writing styles and it suited each of them so well and was so telling of their personalities.
“Do not hesitate at all. We’ll be around,” Murr says with hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face.
With that, the receipt was placed in my pocket and I had a protector there to walk me to where I was going. I was grateful that someone had their eye out for me and had my safety in mind. I was especially grateful for Q. He stepped up and was quick to run to my defense. I don’t even want to think of what would have happened if he wasn’t there.
“Thank you.” I said softly.
“Don’t thank me. I was just doing what anyone should have done. He looked shady and I had a bad feeling when he followed you to the bathroom.” I couldn’t quite read his face. Was it worry? Anger? Fear? Relief? I’m not sure. One thing was for certain though: his face shone with a genuine glow of honesty and care. All of them did.
I made 4 new friends tonight in an unimaginable way. Because of that, the night time feels four times safer. It feels especially safe when Q decides to spend the night with me. His arms gently enveloping my frame, holding me close.
Summary: Tour was never easy for both you and Brian, especially with how ‘intimate’ you both loved to be. Thank god for technology and dirty words to help you two make it through.
Warning: Smut ahead!
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When tour rolled around, it never was easy for you and Q. You never could take the time off work to join in with the rest of the jokers or their significant others and gossip over drinks and share a laugh or two.
It was especially hard being lonely in bed with no one to satisfy you. With how horny the both of you were, you were often surprised how long you two would last without each other's touch. You could only do so much with your hands and a vibrator before you craved the real thing again.
You were feeling extra risqué as you organized some of the drawers in your shared bedroom and found a set of lingerie that you barely used — Mostly because Brian wouldn’t take much time taking it off of you and lavishing you because you ‘looked too damn good to wait much longer.’
You draped yourself in the lacey fabric that clung to your skin, showing off your curves and making you feel bold. Your own hands traced over your body as you looked at yourself in the mirror, watching and feeling as the soft skin of your palms embraced each inch of your exposed body. A light bulb went off in your head as you grabbed your phone and checked the time.
‘Hmm… If i’m right, the show should be ending very shortly.’ You thought to yourself as you stepped back into the bathroom with a devilish smirk. With the lights on and fingers running through your hair a few times to get just the right look, you opened up the camera on your phone. Carefully leaning onto the marble bathroom counter with eyes half hooded, chest lowered to show the goods but pushed out to place emphasis on them, and lip between your teeth, you captured your sensual appearance and quickly sent them off to him.
You thought to yourself what he would do if he was still home. He would have lips parted as he licked his lips and smiled at the image before him, you could imagine the low hum that he would make as he stepped closer to you. He would grab the tip of your chin carefully between his thumb and forefinger as he brought your lips to his, moaning as your mouths moved in sync with each other, growing more hungry each time your tongues collided.
His hands would run over the thin fabric covering you. You can faintly feel his touch, the heated palms of his hands would ignite your arousal as they ran over bare skin. He’d repeat over and over how perfect you looked, how sexy you were, and how hard you were making him by just simply being.
You’d feel yourself getting wet, anticipating every move he made, hoping that he’d get to where you wanted him soon. You’d grow desperate as you’d whine while he leaves bruises on your collar bones, sucking a constellation’s worth of hickies to show you were his. His rough, thick fingers would find their way into your panties, and he would moan at the sensation of your soaked pussy.
*Ting*
You were quickly pulled out of your fantasy, feeling a needing sensation between your legs that was all too familiar. You check your phone and smile wider seeing exactly who it was.
Bri: Well hello to you too gorgeous
Bri: fuck you look so sexy
Bri: you already know what would be happening if I were home
Bri: I miss you so much baby. You don’t even know
You got him right where you wanted him and knew how to escalate it some more.
You: I miss you too. I’m so lonely… so desperate… so wet thinking about you
You make your way to the bed, carefully trying to angle the camera to show parted lips and your hand in your panties. You record carefully, dipping your fingers between the folds of your pussy with a small gasp, only to bring them back out to show how wet they were and licking around them with a smile and a giggle.
Off that message went as you dug through your night stand in search of a toy that would help satisfy you for tonight as texting quickly dissolved into filthy sexting.
Bri: Look at how wet you are
Bri: I wish I could call but this tour bus is cramped and I want you all to myself. Never want to share what we have with anyone.
Bri: Fuck that video has me so hard baby
Attached was a video of Bri in his bunk on the tour bus. He carefully lifts the blanket off of him to show a sizable tent in his underwear. His hand comes into frame as he rubs himself over his boxers, you can hear him emit a quiet groan at the sensation and you let out a moan hearing it. You can also hear the other three laughing and chatting in the background. That’s when you knew he had to be really desperate to try his best and be discreet to satisfy himself. And it was all because of you.
You: awww did I make you hard?
You: But don’t worry baby, I can help you ;)
Panties pushed aside and phone propped up against a pillow to record, you rub the head of your dildo at your entrance. You push your head back against the pillows as you slide it inside of you. You moan as you start moving it in and out, angling it to find your sweet spot as you let out breath groans at the filling sensation that you loved.
With your free hand you, you brought your breasts out of the bra, exposing your already hardened nipples to the cold air. You grasp one of them and tweak your nipple, whining at the sensation as you continued to fuck yourself.
Another video sent as you continued to pleasure yourself, waiting in anticipation for the next message.
Bri: Baby girl. Fuck.
Bri: you’re making it so hard to stay quiet
Bri: You sound so beautiful. I love hearing the noises you make
You can imagine him saying it, hearing his voice so clearly as you close your eyes and imagine him on the tour bus right now. You could imagine the small sheen of sweat coating his forehead as his chest rose and fell with hot and heavy breath exhaling through his nostrils. He’d have his eyes closed, imagining you in all your glory just as you are with him, he’d peek at his hard, leaking cock as his fist would tighten around it, imagining that it was you jerking him off. He’d swipe his thumb over the tip, spreading the pre cum all over it to act as lube. A particularly arousing image of you would play in his head that would make his hips falter and teeth catch his lower lip to stop his sinful noises from escaping out of him.
That last thought alone made you do the same as you took your free hand to give attention to your throbbing clit, making you gasp at the sensation of your cold hand on it. Once more, you angle the camera between your legs as you feel your high coming closer and closer as your imagination runs wild, as you pound the dildo hard into your slick pussy, as you circle your fingers carefully around your clit. You let all sounds escape, cries of his name.
“Brian. Fuck. Fuck me so good.”
“Baby, you’re gonna make me cum!”
You kept the dirty talk going, knowing how much he loved to see you fall apart. With a few carefully angled thrusts and hips raised off the bed, you scream in absolute pleasure as your climax consumes your entire being. Your thighs became jelly as your whole body tremors with the overwhelming sensation of every nerve firing off in absolute divine pleasure. As you lay there with little to no energy left, you sent off the final video.
You: See how hard I cum just seeing you get yourself off?
You: I miss you and your thick cock. This dildo has nothing on my B
You see the little chat bubble at the bottom, seeing that Brian is typing off another message.
Brian: I’m gonna cum because of you
You: I wanna see, Bri. Show me how hard I make you cum. How good I make you feel.
You wait a little in anticipation for that final video to come in through. Just imagining it, you feel as though you could go for a second round.
When the video showed up, it was all that you imagined. You could see his fist wrapped tightly around his cock, a bead of precum sitting on the slit of his head. You could hear his muffled moans and quickening breath as he began focusing on the head of his cock, hand bobbing up and down faster, faster, faster.
“F-fuck… (Y/N)” He whimpered in a quiet tone that scratched his throat and almost made his voice crack. His hips moved slightly and rapidly to match and meet the strokes of his hand as his whines began to rise in pitch and the video got a little more shaky. “Gonna make me cum.” Just then, his breath caught in his throat and cum began spilling out of his cock in thick spontaneous spurts, covering his stomach. His hand kept going, making sure to milk each drop out of himself and ride himself through his high. You can hear one moan that slipped in satisfaction of his self pleasure. His fingers ran through the pools of his cum, “Fuck, look at how much you made me cum baby girl.” Heavy breathing came to a halt as the video ended. You felt the aching between your legs again. That video certainly was enough to make you miss him even more and feel even more aroused than you had earlier.
You: That video made me wet all over again
You: I can’t wait for you to come home Bri
Bri: Those videos will hopefully get me through these next few days of the tour. Nothing will ever beat feeling your pretty little pussy around my throbbing cock though, doll
You hum at the words on the screen.
Bri: I gotta clean up this mess now and head to sleep. Thank you for sending me those sexy videos baby. I love you and I’ll be home before you know it <3
You: I love you too B. Time can’t seem to go by fast enough <3
You lock your phone and place it on the nightstand next to you. You stare at the walls for a moment, sitting in the silence for just a moment before you grab your phone once more, unlocking it and watching the videos Brian sent you over and over.
‘One more round never hurt.’ You thought as you grabbed your dildo once again and went to pleasure yourself again to his videos, wishing and waiting for him to be home once again.
Summary: You knew Brian had a bit of a jealous side to him, especially when he’s had a little something to drink. At an event, you were off on the side and decided to socialize. Brian didn’t like the way he was looking at you and jealousy got the best of him.
Warning: Smut ahead!
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Brian. Quinn.
It had such a different tone to it than Q or even Bri. His name. His full name held an unfathomable energy that only you and maybe a few others ever got to experience.
Met him in a bar. Shaggy salt and pepper hair, a daring look in those adorable brown eyes, and a glass of whiskey in his hand that left a shine on his lips. He was a smooth talker, but you talked a little smoother to see if he could keep up. He did. He had the energy that left you drunk without even taking a single drop of liquor in your system and you wanted more. You verbally teased him all evening, seeing if he would take your bait, draw a little closer to your flame. Like a fish on a line you had him just where you wanted, leaning in with anticipation like a dog but you never let him see that you were doing the same internally.
He left you with his number scrawled onto a bar napkin and a promise of more things to come. He said to call if you ever felt like sticking to your words that made him ache for more.
It didn’t take long for you to make that call. After all, he was the only face you could imagine late at night despite a single encounter. He felt like a drug. You never for a second regret making that call because he brought an ever engulfing flame with him, and you lit up like the fourth of July with the way he touched you, felt you, fucked you. It felt like a dangerously perfect match made by lucifer.
You were all his. You took on that title with absolute pride because there was no one else you would rather be with than him. As time went on, the domineering side was whittled away and a softer side to the beast was revealed. Sweet words, quality time, heart warming cuddles, and if you ever saw something that caught your eye, he would get it for you in a heartbeat. You were his little sweetheart and he made it abundantly clear.
Not only was he a fantastic boyfriend, god was he perfect in bed. He was rough but with a delicate touch. He was dominant and you loved every minute of it. He degraded you and you took every shameful title with absolute elation. He left you with secret bruises and bite marks that you kept hidden like secret badges. He left you aching for more each time, but it was a hunger he was more than happy to satiate whenever the mood hit you.
“You’re mine,” was a frequently growled phrase in bed, and you then knew he would be the possessive type. It wasn’t anything that you were opposed to, you took it as a sign that he wanted only you. You let him take full possession of you, he was the boss.
His jealousy often showed more prominently when he had something to drink. This was something quickly found out when he would threaten to start a fight with someone for so much as looking at you in a way he didn’t take too kindly to. More often than not you were the one to say how stupid he looked and talk him off the ledge (of course with some patrons and bouncers holding him and the other guy back). Every time, he backed off and apologized for almost making a scene. You would reassure him and say you’re capable of handling yourself, but you were grateful that he was protective and willing to help you. It would end in a passionate night in bed together and sweet pillow talk until you both fell asleep.
This night, however, was different.
It was a formal event he was invited to, and you were his plus one. Dressed up in a beautiful crimson red skin tight dress with his tie on his suit to match. Accented with silver jewelry and hair done up, you felt like divine beauty and he didn’t hesitate to tell you exactly that with a kiss on your lips.
At the event, the mood quickly shifted for you. He was busy talking it up with a few network executives, friends of his, and people they wanted him to meet. You felt pushed to the side and in need of some attention. You didn’t want to bother him, you were kind of annoyed about it but wanted to find other ways of bettering your mood.
An open bar was where you found yourself. You were sitting at the counter sipping on a rum and coke as you people watched. Another gentleman had made their way to the bar and sat down next to you, complimented you, and started striking up a friendly conversation. This was your way of making a new friend and feeling more comfortable in a space you – for a moment – felt like you didn’t belong in. He bought you a drink and how could you possibly decline? You shared jokes and stories and your tension eased.
You knew what your intentions were and you felt no flirtatious energy whatsoever. You felt safe, you felt welcomed.
Until you heard him call your name.
“I have been looking for you!” He said happy to see you, until he saw that you were sitting next to some random dude. You quickly saw the jealous fire ignite in him, and that for some reason ticked you off. “Dude, the fuck are you doing flirting with my girlfriend?” The guy you were talking to just went absolutely pale and was fumbling over his words.
“Brian. He didn’t do anything.” You say quickly defending him, and it clearly made him more upset.
“Oh yeah, sure looks like nothing when he’s making all goo goo eyes at you.” He started fixing his posture in a threatening way and you felt a wave of anger slowly overtake you.
“Literally Brian you’re making a scene. What? I can’t talk to people?” You started fighting back because this was just ridiculous.
“You can talk to people, just not this fucker!”
“You are making a scene. Brian Quinn, that’s enough.” You said in a hushed, pointed tone. You spoke through grit teeth and you can see the fire in his eyes.
“I’m making a scene?” He looked around and saw people looking over their shoulders, quiet and staring. “Then let’s take this conversation somewhere private.” He grabbed you by your wrist and was leading you through the crowd. Before you disappeared, you mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to your friend at the bar. Eventually, the two of you came upon the bathroom, he shoved you in quickly and entered behind you, making sure to lock the door before standing in front of you.
Without another thought, he grabbed your face and the two of you had your lips connected, feverishly making out as he had your back up against a wall. He groaned into your mouth and was quick to have your tongues exchange strokes. Hot breath against your skin, moan in your throat, and hands unbuttoning his suit jacket. His force is pressing you further into the wall as he gropes your breast over the layers of clothing you hope will soon shed away.
“I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here.” You hear the familiar sound of his belt coming undone as you kiss at his neck and work your hands over the buttons on his dress shirt to expose his chest. You trail hard kisses from his chin, to his neck, his chest, and then sink to your knees where you know he wants you. Your anger had long subsided and now was replaced with filthy lust.
“Show me who’s boss then daddy.” You say as he brings his aching cock out of his boxers. He was hard and twitching in anticipation. His hand makes his way to the back of your head and guides himself into your mouth, low moan at the initial sensation of your mouth around his cock.
“Finally shut up now that you got my dick in your mouth, huh slut?” You hum in response to the degrading words as you hold yourself still and allow him to absolutely use you and thrust himself into your mouth. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat and you gag a bit, spit dripping down your chin, and watery eyes looking up at him. The sight of you looking up was enough to make his hips falter and for him to bite his lip. “God you take my fucking cock so good don’t you? Fuck.”
Your hands hold onto his clothed outer thighs and you start working your tongue over him whenever you can. You know just what made him feel good and you could tell when you hit the right spot whenever his grip on your hair tightened. The bathroom you were encased in echoed with the sounds of your mouth working him to his climax and the sounds of his grunts, moans, and pants.
“Shit. I’m close baby.” His hips faltered and you brought your hand to his balls and began kneading them in your hands. With a final thrust and his abdomen constricted, he shot a hot load of cum down your throat with a moan. “Swallow it all. You better not spill a drop.” He commanded, and you listened. When he finally pulled out of your mouth you were left panting, swallowed it all down, and opened your mouth with a smile to prove it. He gave you an approving grin before bringing you back up to your feet and connecting his lips to the crook of your neck.
He led you over to the sinks, lifting you up and sitting on the edge.
“I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me Brian.” You begged as he continued to leave marks on your skin.
“Want me to touch you? Do you even deserve it?” He had your chin in his hands and directed your eyes to his. The powerful eye contact made you shudder and you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear. The sleeves of your dress have fallen off your shoulders, he looks down hungrily and moves the neckline of your dress down and allows your boobs to spill out.
“Please. Just do anything. I need you.” He takes your breasts in his hands and kneads them around. The sensation of his touch makes your nipple harden and your back arch slightly. “I’m all yours.” The whined out confession was enough for him to smile and take a nipple into his mouth. Moans escape your lips as you grab at his dress shirt to coax him in closer. He hummed against your skin, tongue flicking your nipple and circling around it as his hand hides under your dress and fingers crawl up your inner thigh.
You felt him move your underwear aside, a finger barely dipping between your folds. “Mmm~” you hum out at the teasing sensation of his cold fingers.
“You really are a dirty whore. You’re soaking wet. Does me being angry turn you on that much baby?” He brings his finger to your lips. You take his fingers without a second thought, blissed out on the anticipation of when they’ll finally be inside of you. “That’s right, get them nice and soaked. You just love sucking on my fingers.” The more he talks dirty, the more you hum and the more wet you get. His voice was always such an easy turn on for you. The way it scratches his throat, the demanding tone, his hot breath on your skin.
His fingers were back under your dress and his lips moved to your other breast. You knew you wouldn’t last long already but you tried to savor as much of the sensation as you could. His fingers teased your entrance once more before he slid inside of you with ease. Profanities and moans quickly left you as his fingers worked in you. Twisting and curling and hitting all the spots that made your thighs twitch and sit up a little more straight.
“Mmm, I love the noises you make. Only I can make you feel so good, huh? I know you inside and out. I can please you in ways all those boys could only dream of.”
“God, Brian. I’m so close.” The only coherent words you could utter out. His fingers were working you so fast that slick sounds began growing in volume. You felt your climax slowly beginning to consume you, walls clenching around his fingers. But just before you could crumble over the crest of the wave, he quickly removed his fingers and stepped away with an evil smirk. You whined at the loss of sensation.
He turned you around so that you were facing the sink in the bathroom. He wasted no time shoving your underwear down your thighs and letting it fall to your ankles and then his rock hard cock filled you whole. You moaned really loud as he started moving his hips against yours. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink as air felt heavy in your lungs.
“Fuck you’re so wet. You feel so good on my cock.” You couldn’t speak anymore as you were totally blissed out. Then you both heard a noise that sent a shiver down your spine: the doorknob to the bathroom jiggling. You gasped but Brian showed no signs of stopping as he grunted. “Occupied buddy.” He said loudly. Your eyes met in the mirror and he leaned in close, “better keep quiet, there might be someone outside that door.” His pace picked back up and it quickly became really hard to keep all your noises in, especially when he looked at you the way he did. Your eyes drop down and you bite your lip trying to keep all your noises in. He tugged your hair, bringing your head back up and you looked into his eyes.
“Look at me when i’m fucking you. Look at who you belong to, sweetheart.” You were met with your reflection, cheeks flooded with a red hue, eyes half lidded from pleasure. You looked up at him and his eyes were dark with insatiable lust, his hair was a tousled mess but god did it make him look even hotter. His chest was exposed and you could see the love bites you left, and just seeing the grip he had on your hair to hold your head up made his veins pop and sculpted his hand in the most erotic way.
You gave up on keeping quiet as your climax crept closer and closer. Mouth agape, filthy noises you knew he loved pouring out.
“Can’t keep quiet? Are you gonna cum? Do it. Cum all over my cock sweetheart.” He slapped your ass a few times, stinking marks smoothed over by his hand and adding to the overwhelming sensations. He kept coaxing you to your end with dirty talk and you fucking loved it. You lost it the moment his hand reached below you and his fingers pressed and rubbed your clit. Your arms could no longer support you as you collapsed into the counter in front of you, legs giving out as well, trembling as shockwave after shockwave of pleasure consumed you. “Fuck I can feel you dripping down your thighs. Fucking GOD!” He pulled out of you quickly and stroked himself to climax with a grunt, load shot all over your ass as you panted through your high.
He tucked himself back away into his pants and fixed himself up. You followed in suit once you were able to find a sense of stability in your legs again, cleaning up the mess you both made, and fixing up your hair and makeup as best you could. He kisses you on your lips and you smile.
“You know I love you and only you, right? You need to chill with the jealousy, I ain’t going anywhere.” His face fell a bit in shame as he began to recall the miniature scene he had made at the bar. You rolled your eyes and knew deep down he meant no harm.
“I’m sorry. I made a bigger deal out of it than I should have. I was wrong.” There was the softie you had all to yourself. You smile, step out of your panties, and tuck it into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
“I’m all yours darling, and you’ve got the little trophy to prove it. Just know I can handle myself and I'll always be yours and only yours.” You left the bathroom and were met with an empty hall. Brain left shortly after you, scoping out the scene but only finding you. “Guess whoever needed the bathroom didn’t need to use it that bad, huh?” You joke. The two of you laughed.
“You know what, I'm kinda over this fancy shit. Wanna just… Go home?” He asked.
“I quite like that idea.” You said with a smile. Hand in hand, the two of you walked out of the event and decided to head home where you both could make as much noise as you wanted.
Summary: Sal had always been the good little catholic boy. But, someone had been making it difficult to keep on that straight and narrow path of purity.
Warning: Smut ahead!
And, if you are religious and would be offended by individuals participating in intercourse within the walls of a sanctuary: respectfully keep scrolling
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He sat at the pew in the very front of the church. He stared at the crucifix that held the son of God, the savior he looked to in order to cleanse his mind of the copious sinful thoughts that have followed him as of late. Hands clasped together, rosary wrapped between his fingers, and he closed his eyes.
Our Father who art in heaven…
He began in his head.
Where did this all begin?
It all began with her. She had sweet doughy eyes, hair that perfectly framed her round face and sat above her shoulders, and curves… those curves.
hollowed be thy name…
He tried to get his thoughts back on track as he went back to be cleansed of his sins, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.
She had a shy and sweet exterior, but when he looked into those eyes of hers, he could see a daring passion that reeled him in. He was assigned to be the teacher in the word of the Lord. As she flipped through the thin pages of the bible, she had a smooth hum that would echo in the quiet of the chapel and send a shiver down his spine. As she wrote in her notebook, she would bite her lip and Sal would easily become a puddle of impure thoughts as he begged for forgiveness for allowing such naughty ideas to pass through his head.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done…
He clasped his hands together harder, forcing a montage out of his head before it could further fester as the beads of the rosary began to dig into the skin of his palm. But the more he tried to force her out of his head, the more viciously she would reappear with all the images becoming more vivid.
He could almost feel her lips on his. Plump lips against his own. The feel of the wool of her sweater against his palm as he felt what he couldn’t quite see. He could imagine the smallest whines coming out of her, his nose taking in her intoxicated floral perfume as his lips sucked at the supple skin of her neck. He would leave marks on her virgin skin as clothes were shed away.
on earth… as it is… in heaven…
He heard the doors to the chapel open softly. His eyes opened as his heartbeat could be heard within his ears. When he looked to see who entered, he saw that it was her. She quietly approached him and sat next to him in the pew. Sweat condensed in his palms as he dared not make any eye contact or look over the flesh he so desired.
“What brings you to the house?” He asks quietly. Sal gives in and looks at her from the corner of his eye. Her fingers are in her lap, digging out dirt underneath her nails as her lips rub together. She was nervous, anyone could tell that much.
“I needed to see you. I knew you’d be here.” Little did she know exactly how bad he had wanted to see her as well. It was unexpected for her to be here, and hearing that she needed to see him made his head flood.
“Is that so? What for?” Where there once was a sizable gap between them, distance was shortened and minimized as she slid closer to him. Sal was scared she could hear how fast his heart was racing, and the fact that he was having unholy desires moments prior to her arrival made him almost feel ashamed and foolish.
“I’ve come to you seeking help. You’re the only person that can help me with this… issue.” The pause made him swallow thickly. ‘Should I begin to pray again?’ He wondered as she moved in dangerously close.
“And what is it that I can help with? I’m more than happy to help with anything.” Their eyes met moments after he said ‘anything.’ A twinkle behind them with a pleading look glazing over.
“Sal… I’ve been having… unholy desires.”
“Is that so? Of what?”
“There’s this… boy. He’s the sweetest.” She places her hand on top of his. His eyes never tore away from her, not even for a second as a heat rose in his cheeks. She stares to the ground and off in the distance as she speaks. “He’s always been so helpful. But, he has awoken some sinful desires.
His eyes, like emeralds, charm me like a snake in the grass. His lips are a wine of temptation that I dare to taste.” She stares at his lips and goes back up to his eyes, leaning in even more where he could almost feel her breath on his skin.
“His hands are strong, firm, yet graceful. I’ve wondered what they would feel like on my skin. Grabbing me, pulling me in closer to his body.” A squeeze at his hand and a heavy sigh from his lungs, he knew he was in deep. “I’ve gone so far as to wonder what it would feel like to have his skin against mine, just as Adam and Eve had back in the Garden of Eden. His heart beating with mine as our bodies intertwine and bring a sense of pleasure that I've never experienced before.” He was shaking, but he wasn’t nervous. He was shaking as everything dared spill out, holding back from committing a sin within the walls of the sanctuary of God. The apple was in front of him, practically in his hand and raised to his mouth — and he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth in.
“M-my, that seems l-like a lot.” He wanted to further things, but he wasn’t sure how. This wasn’t anything ever taught to him by anyone in the church. Such subjects are taboo and seen as disgraceful as well as distasteful. Her hand was hot and heavy on his thigh, making him squirm in the oak pew to find a more suitable seating position. When he looked at her, she was doing it again: biting her lip. Her lip falls out from between her teeth, leaving them parted as she sighs and looks into his eyes with burning desire. He quickly gathers himself together and takes an unsteady breath.
“And, it seems that we have been faced with the same hurdle in our path.” All his life, he had always been told to be bold. Perhaps this wasn’t the context they meant, but he was putting those words to good use in fueling the inferno within his soul. He fiddles with the rosary in his left hand but then allows the string of holy beads to fall through his fingers and onto the pew so that he can place his hand atop hers. “I also have been flooded with lustful images. Playing scenarios in my head that would make anyone quiver.” He leans in closer to her. Their eye contact was intense, between them they could see the fingertips of their souls begging to make contact.
“I know you can help me purge these sins, can’t you Sal?” Her voice was domineering and something fell apart within him.
“Only if you help me with mine.” He was done feigning innocence and faking as though he wanted to remain pure. He knew what he wanted and he was done pretending like he didn’t. The small space between them was closed as lips intertwined. She tasted like the sin of lust: intoxicating, hypnotic, floral. The sensation was new to him, but it was everything he dreamed it’d be.
She took lead as her tongue graced his lips, the lips which he quickly parted to allow her entrance. He was so overwhelmed that he felt frozen. He had gotten what he so painfully desired that he no longer knew what to do. She could sense his tension as she traced her fingertips down his forearm, stopping at his wrist, and bringing them to grasp her hips. He brought her onto his lap as he was lost in the oral sensation of warm tongues melding together.
He wondered what God would be thinking. Performing such acts within the chapel? Would He be disappointed? Surprised? It made him almost falter and hesitate.
“Sal?” She pulled away, foreheads pressed together as they gasped for breath. He looks in her eyes and sees she’s worried. “You don’t have to do this,” was all she said as she had her palms on his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the stubble on his face. How could she tell? He almost wondered if she was God. She starts creeping back, believing this embrace to reach its end, but Sal quickly and gently pulls her back in.
“No, please. I want you. I want this… I need you.” A smirk quickly tugs the corners of her lips again as she moves her hair from her face.
“You sound so cute when you beg.” Her lips graze his jawline. Careful, soft, fiery, entrancing, “I want to hear you beg more.” He groaned at the thought as her body embraced him closer. He could feel the heat of her chest against his own as his pants began to grow even more restrictive. She nipped a sensitive part of his neck and he couldn’t help but let out a whine and buck his hips towards hers, desiring the delicacies of the flesh. “Look at how hard you are,” she said as she cupped her hand over his growing bulge. Their eyes both went down to his crotch and she watched him twitch through the fabric of his pants at just the slightest sensation.
“This is what you’ve been doing to me,” He spoke in a hushed tone. He wasn’t ashamed at all, but he felt like putty in her hands. He was willing to bend to her will as he had bent the rules in his head, throwing all sense of humanity out the door.
“All hard because of me?” She sinks in front of him down to her knees, eyes watching as his chest would rise and fall as she unbuckled the belt that locked away the thing she desired most. “Tell me, Sal, what were those lustful images you have been envisioning?” She pulled down the waistband of his boxers just enough so that his cock stood at attention before her. It was already red at the tip, precum beginning to rise and spill out of his slit. The cold air against his cock made him twitch in response, knowing that because the layer was gone, he would soon be met with overwhelming pleasure.
He sat there breathless, hands at his sides that held him up as he braced for what was yet to come. She lay soft kisses at the skin of his lower abdomen, hot air ghosting his cock and making him squirm.
“P-Please,” he begs.
“Start talking then.” She traces her finger along his slit, bringing her finger around the head of his cock, teasing him until he was a whining mess.
“I have imagined what you’d look like naked,” he strains out as she takes his cock into her hand, giving it a few shallow pumps.
“Keep talking Sal.” The way his name would so smoothly flow from her tongue made his head swim.
“I’d always stare at your chest when you would l-lean forward to read something…” His eyes snapped shut and he groaned the minute her tongue slicked along the underside of his cock. His legs spread open a little further and his hands were no longer suitable leverage as his back leaned against the stiff pew. Instead, his hands now gripped the edge of the pew, knuckles turning white slowly from the grasp he had, and blood vessels becoming more visually prominent on the backs of his hands and along his forearm. She saw this and thought it was delicious how much he had begun to fall apart in front of her, and she was only getting started. “I imagined what your skin would feel like against mine… What your boobs looked like and felt like… and… and what it would feel like to be with you… intimately.” He couldn’t say anything explicit, he felt as though it would have been disrespectful to say what he truly wanted: what it would have been like to fuck you.
“You’ve taken a liking to my tits, huh?” With grace, her hand would stroke around his cock at a slow pace. Up and down his shaft, she would be hypnotized almost as she watched as his body twitched when her grip changed or when she hit certain spots along his cock. She loved watching the head of his cock poke through her fist, or the way precum would seep out as she brought her hand back up. Her eyes met his and his face was noticeably red. His lips were parted as heavy breath left his lungs, practically salivating at the beauty that was pleasuring him.
The knitted sweater she wore was quickly thrown off to reveal the sports bra she wore beneath. They squeezed her breasts together, making her cleavage more pronounced and the size of her chest appear larger. Around her neck was a thin golden chain. The charm attached to it: a golden cross, now being squeezed between the mounds of flesh that were attached to her chest. Seeing the sparkle in those green eyes she loved told her all she needed.
“Look at how much your pretty cock is leaking,” she said as she gently stroked the slit of his cock with the tip of her pointer finger, a string of precum connecting her finger for just a moment as she pulled it away. His cock twitched and his thighs constricted as his lip caught between his teeth. “So sensitive.” She spoke soft and sultry, she had him on his knees metaphorically speaking and wrapped delicately around her finger. His head was swimming in lust and desire, it was a sensation unlike any other he had ever felt. Sin was so compelling, so ravishing, so intoxicating.
She raised her chest and lined his aching cock below her breasts. He had no idea what she was about to do, but the following sensation was one he would never forget. His cock was surrounded by the warm soft flesh of her tits and he watched as the tip of his cock poke above and grazed the cool metal of the necklace she wore. His hips jolted slightly and a loud moan echoed through the chapel and his hand grasped at the first part of her he could: her shoulders.
“That feel as good as you dreamed, baby?” The pet name made him melt more. The sensation made him wonder if this is what it felt like to fuck someone, he fell completely submissive to her every move.
“Please, keep going… I need more… Please.” He begged and pleaded as he felt a warm sensation start building up in his naval. She chuckled and used her hands to move her breasts up and down his cock, squeezing them together to add more pleasurable pressure with a sinister smile. He watched as the tip of his cock poked out over and over and over again, heat building more and more, panting and gasping. He released sounds he never thought he could: moans and whines that kept rising in pitch with each sensation that fired at his nerves and made his posture slouch further and further if it meant being closer to her and feeling more of what she had to offer.
Under his breath, she could have sworn she heard him saying a Hail Mary prayer, enunciating whatever word he was on whenever she went lower onto his cock. The fact that he was praying to God as she was giving him unholy pleasure was something that made her thighs squeeze closer together as she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her as her pussy throbbed.
“Oh god… oh god…” He panted, the sensation of his ever building climax foreign to him, he felt a need for release and he felt his core start to tighten.
“Are you getting close?” She kept going, but she slowed her pace, raising her boobs slowly, then releasing them and allowing them to engulf his cock and drop on his lap. He nods his head, aching to feel more, aching for release. “Beg for it baby, beg for me to let you cum.” He whines, how could he deny her what she wanted to hear?
“P-Please, I'm… I'm so close… Oh god i’m so painfully close I can feel it… Please I need it… I need… I need to cum!” He was whining, begging, voice getting louder with each word he rambled. Just having her tits around him could make him release, but he needed the sensation of her movement. He was trembling with desire and an ache to finally release all that he had trapped within him. “You’re so beautiful and you make me feel so good please let me cum oh my god please!” She began speeding up her movements, reveling in all that she was hearing. “Oh god… Oh god, oh god, oh god… fuck i’m cumming!” With one more stroke, spurts of cum came flowing out of his cock as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Each spurt felt like a release of pent up ecstasy, he could already feel himself grow addicted to the sinful sensation. She knew how good she was making him feel by the profanities that came spilling out of his mouth.
“Good boy, look at you.” She milked him for all that he was worth, slow strokes, each one allowing a little more cum to seep out of the tip of his cock onto the bare skin of her chest. “Fuck, you’re still cumming.” She was painted in his seed as he sat there catching his breath.
His mouth was dry, as were his lips. He could feel sweat collecting under the cotton of his shirt, beads of precipitation scattered across the sternum of his chest, a glow present across his brow, and upper lip covered with the same glow. His heart was still beating with desire as Sal watched her clean up her chest. When she was done, she leaned into his lips, sharing an embrace once again.
“What can I do for you?” He asks, eyes first on her lips, then up to her eyes. “I want to make you feel as good as I did.”
“You’re too cute Sal.” She lay back on the pew, allowing her legs to spread. When Sal caught a glimpse under her skirt, he could have nearly choked on the oxygen he was breathing. She was wearing no underwear, her pussy glimmering in whatever light reached it showing how wet she was. “I always loved your hands. The way your veins looked when you grasped your rosary during prayers or how your fingers looked expertly flipping through your bible.” She bit her lip and moaned at the memories, “why don’t you put those fingers to good use?” She sat up, taking his cheeks in hand and attaching their lips together as she began leaning back, guiding his body onto hers. He hovered above her, kissing like he wanted to take her last breath. With a free hand she raised the hem of her skirt, her pussy meeting the cold air of the chapel mixed with the humid heat of their love. She took Sal’s hand and placed it where she wanted. His cold fingers grazed her clit making her hips jerk slightly and whine into his mouth.
“You’re so wet,” He said breathlessly. He rubbed his fingers up and down her folds, spreading the moisture, teasing her.
“Put them in baby. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.” He circled a finger around her entrance, teasing her a little more before easily sliding a finger in. His movements were slow and steady, calculated as he watched her face and how it contorted to each of his movements.
He had never imagined doing anything like this before, he couldn’t believe that he was doing it now. As he sunk another finger into her, he realized something new about himself: nothing made his blood pump faster than seeing the woman he had lusted for visually and vocally display pleasure because of what he was doing.
“Does this feel good?” He wasn’t sure entirely what he was doing and wanted to make sure he was making her feel just as good – if not better than she had made him feel.
“Yes, yes. Keep going,” She sighed and quivered at the sensation of his fingers inside of her. She kept on guiding him through, telling him to angle his fingers and to go faster or slower. He was quick to listen and oblige as he watched her juices coat his fingers and slick down into his palm as he worked his fingers.
Eventually, he started getting braver until he curved his fingers and her back arched way beyond the pew.
“Fuck! Right there Sal!” Satisfied and proud of the noises she was emitting, he attached his lips to her neck, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses as he traveled down to her collar bone, and to the center of her chest where the chain of her cross rested. With a free hand and an insatiable sense of lust, he took her sports bra and pulled it down, allowing her tits to spill out. He practically salivated at the sight, seeing the things that brought him to ecstasy moments ago without any layers hiding them. He attached his mouth to her. He suckled at the soft skin and then attached himself to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub. “Your mouth feels so good, you’re doing so good!” She was panting, working her hips against his fingers, the sensation of his mouth making her pulsate more and drive her closer to her own inevitable climax.
The praise only made him work harder, fingers within her building in speed, mouth reattached to her other breast. The scent of her sweat intoxicated him, salty sweet sweat lightly covering his taste buds as he divulged in the sins of the flesh.
That’s when he got an idea.
Once again his mouth was on a trail; Down her stomach, leaving a trace of his mark on the flesh that could be hidden beneath clothing, right at her pelvis where stubbled skin tickled his lips, and then for a moment, he allowed his breath to ghost where he knew she wanted him most. His eyes met hers: they were hooded with lust and her cheeks were now as red as his were, if not redder. Her lips were parted and taking in the humid air of her pleasure deep within her lungs. As his fingers slowed, he could have sworn he could have felt her pulse.
“Sal… Sal, I'm so close.” He smiled and laid his broad tongue against her as his fingers began pumping in and out of her, curling and hitting a spot that made her begin to see stars. There was no keeping her quiet, her moans were echoing off the quiet walls of the chapel, the pew was shaking, the slick sounds of Sal’s fingers and tongue slurping and working against her pussy were just as loud. It was a cacophony of erotic sounds that would make even the devil blush. “Your mouth feels so perfect, you’re doing so fucking good!” She was whining as her breathing became more and more shallow. Her hands were on the top of his head as her hips lifted off the pew and she forced herself along his mouth, aching to be closer and feel more. “Sal, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna–” Her words were trapped in her throat as her climax began to consume her entire being. Once the crescendo was reached, the throaty moan that was stuck within her throat was finally released. She bucked her hips as Sal rode her through her high, savoring each and every drop of her sexual nectar that she had to offer.
She laid back onto the pew, her body felt like jello as Sal removed his fingers and sat back up, licking the last of her off of his fingers with a prideful smile on his face. He crawled over her and locked their lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, it made her feel another stirring inside of her, but she knew she was simply too spent to even think of going for another round.
“You did so good Sal, thank you,” She said quietly in a hushed tone that made her voice sound raspy.
“I’m gonna need to bathe in holy water after that.” They both quietly chuckled.
He could get used to this, and he knew there was so much more that she had to offer. It felt good to be bad.
Summary: Brian was busy teaching the boys a little thing about respect by making them endure some trials he went through at the fire academy. You watch from the side and couldn’t help but get a little bit turned on seeing him in uniform and in action. There’s a fire in you and only he can extinguish it.
Warning: Smut ahead!
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“I just wanted to teach you a little bit about respect!” You watched from the sidelines as Brian drenched Sal once more with the hose. Screams of the three guys in the line of punishment. You couldn’t avert your gaze in the slightest as the scent of smoke filled your nose. His biceps were bulging, the sweat dripping down his forehead, and the look of blissful revenge in his eyes was truly a sight to behold. It left you breathless.
The punishment was said and done as the tech crew began packing it up. Murr, Sal, Joe, and Brian all stood together. Brian had his arms crossed at his chest with a shit eating grin as he talked to his now soaked best friends. You came up behind him and gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Hey babe, you enjoy the show?” He asks with a laugh and you giggle in response.
“Mmm, I was really hoping to see you in action though. You always told me fire house stories but I've never seen this side of you ever.” You push out your lower lip, a picture of pleading as you gave the best puppy dog eyes you could. Anyone could work a hose, though, you knew no one could work it like Brian, but you wanted to see more.
“Yeah tough guy, I want to see you do half the shit we had to. I swear I think I threw my back out swinging that axe into my daughter’s face.” Joe said as he stretched out his back, bending back with hands pushing at his lower back and a wincing look on his face. All the boys clamored in agreement and that left Brian no other choice but to cave and show them how it was truly done.
“Fine! Fine! You guys wanna see a real firefighter?” With that, boots thud against the concrete as they walked through the maze of trials once more, but this time Brian was the one to combat all of it.
First task was venting a roof. Brian has the axe in hand, leaning on the ladder, looking at Joe’s handy work. He overlooked the sloppy hole he placed where the photo of his – now decapitated – daughter remained.
“I’m sure Bess won’t mind, huh, Joe?” He walked across the makeshift roof over to the remaining option to vent the roof.
“It’d be a different story if I did it.” The boys start laughing and you watch as Brian glistened in the sun. He was already glimmering with a sheen of sweat, but it added to the overall visual aesthetic of him in that moment. He looked over the area before he raised the axe over his head and took a plunging swing into the roof. Everyone looked with mouths agape, but you watched with wide, admiring eyes. He raised the axe back up with ease each time, sleeves riding up and revealing his biceps that were slightly paler than his arms, and he grunted every time he brought the axe down and maximized the size of the hole in the roof.
The sounds he made were reminiscent of the ones he made when he roughly handled you in the bedroom. Just hearing the noises he was making was starting to have its effects on you. You could remember his hands roughly grabbing your tits as he snapped into you with a grunt. You could remember the way he would moan and growl in your ear as his climax washed over him.
One task down as smoke left the roof of the makeshift house. Brian stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow and admired his handy work. You were without a doubt turned on and started to grow wet.
“That Joe, is how you vent a roof. Notice how I didn’t drop the axe inside!” He took a small jab at Joe, but as always it was taken light-heartedly as he climbed down the ladder.
“Hand me that axe.” Sal said with his hand outstretched. Brian shrugged his shoulders and handed it over and watched as Sal’s arms partially gave out and he almost fell with the weight of the axe. “Q what the fuck, you made that look so easy.” All he did was shrug and once more you guys were on the move. You swallowed hard as you tried your best to control yourself and keep it together, but god did you just want to pull him into the car and fuck him into oblivion.
You especially had to keep it together as you helped hook him up to all the equipment and harnessing so that he could repel off of the building that Murr had earlier. You weaved the straps around his thighs, face perfectly at eye level. You bit your lip and looked up to Brian. He had that look. You knew well which one. It was the same look of dark admiration he had when you were in this same position, except there was usually less clothes involved.
“What’s on your mind, doll?” He asked, breaking you partially out of the headspace that clouded all other thoughts. His voice was gravelly for some reason, was it the smoke that surrounded you guys that caused it? You didn’t know but every single detail of him was just turning you on more and more.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You said as you finished harnessing him up, checked everything and made sure it was definitely secure. His fingertips took your chin and directed your eyes towards him.
“I would, that’s why I'm asking baby.” You pushed your body against him and started kissing him hard, he was quick to reciprocate. “Mmm, so that’s what’s going on, huh?” He said once he was finally able to break away from your lips.
“Bri, I'm so desperate. I need you so bad.” He feigned a sympathetic look.
“Wait just a little longer for me, just need to put these boys in their place and show them how it’s really done.” He kisses your forehead and allows you to head back down to watch the show.
He definitely completed this task with ease and also didn’t allow his boot to fall off at all. He quickly, with a few jumps off the building, glided down the side of the building. Didn’t break a sweat whatsoever.
“Showoff.” Murr muttered.
“Now don’t be salty that you didn’t have a ‘foolproof plan’ for this one Murray.” Joe stated which made Sal burst out into laughter.
As someone helped unhook Brian from all the equipment, Sal took you off to the side and sent you all the way to the top of the building he was expected to get the ‘cat out of the tree’ from. Brian didn’t know, but you played along anyways knowing that at least all the way up there, maybe no one would find the two of you. Even then, something about the idea of people knowing or finding out was hot.
So there you sat at the top of the building, watching secretly from over the ledge as the 4 guys walked over. Hand gestures from Sal already told enough of a story as to what they were saying. You could see Brian looking around and the boys giggling, the jig was up. When Sal pointed to where you were, you finally revealed yourself over the balcony to your suited up boyfriend.
“A cat was motivation enough for the most part, but if you really wanna win you better come and save me babe.” You shouted over the top. You placed extra emphasis on the ‘win’ aspect, hoping he would catch the drift and would be in to play some dirty games with you that you desperately craved. The look he gave you was enough to get you even more excited.
The ladder was set in place and Brian started making his ascent. He wasn’t at all messing around as he climbed step by step at a seemingly rapid pace. Watching as he got closer, eyes coming closer into view and you could see the look of absolute anticipation that he held behind the dazzling brown eyes. He quickly hopped over the ledge of the building and quickly pressed his lips to yours, arms holding you close as you both stumbled back.
You were now on your back and Brian was on top of you sucking hickeys into the nape of your neck. You arched your back and pressed your body against him, physically craving for much more attention than what he was giving. The scent of him filled your nose; The familiar scent of his musk, the sweat that soaked his skin, and burning wood and smoke.
“You smell like smoke Bri.” You said as you brought your fingers through his hair as he looked at you.
“Is that bad?” He showed genuine concern but was really hoping not to stop because of it. You smiled,
“No.” Lips connected again with tongues intertwined as he yanks down the pants you were wearing. He kissed down whatever bare skin he could, setting your skin ablaze with anticipation as he got closer to where you truly wanted his lips to be.
“Better make this quick, huh? Don’t want the boys knowing what’s going on.” He carefully moved your underwear aside as he licked his lips. “Seeing how wet you are, this shouldn’t be too long.” His eyes were locked on yours as you watched him press his tongue against you. Your head was quickly thrown back and your hand went to cover your mouth. You were so worked up that Bri was right, it wouldn’t take long at all.
He wasted no time at all, his warm tongue was covering every square inch of your soaking wet pussy. He sucked on your labia, traced just around your clit, and teased your aching hole. He was grunting as he worked his tongue all over you and the moans and grunts he was giving out reverberated against your skin and sent goosebumps rising all over your body. Every time his eyes would meet yours, it sent sparks through your head and made you fall deeper into a lustful daze. Each thing he did to you elicited small whines, made your back arch and press your pelvis closer to his mouth, and made you see stars. The minute he stuck his tongue inside of you and allowed it to reach whatever he could, that’s when you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
“B-Bri… I’m so close!” You said in a hushed whimper, the only words you had been able to form the whole time. His arms curled around your thighs that squeezed the sides of his skull and beckoned you closer as he sucked on your clit hard and flicked his tongue over and over and over. Your hips had left the ground as your breathing shallowed and quickened as the flood of climax washed over you and you let out a squeal. You ground your hips against Brian’s tongue that worked you through your high and licked up all traces of your ecstasy.
He pulled away with a smile as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. You fixed your clothes back over yourself, smiling back to your boyfriend.
You both made your way back down and were met with three disgusted faces.
“What, boys? Jealous I could run circles around you out here?” Bri said with his arm around your shoulder.
“Mmmm, not quite what we’re thinking about buddy.” Murr said. Brian’s eyebrow raised and so did yours. What on earth are they on about?
“Seems someone had a fire in their pants that needed extinguishing.” Looking at your thighs, they were covered in ash hand prints and smudges. You both turn as red as a fire truck and it garners a mixed bag of reactions from each of them. Of course Joe is laughing, Sal has his face in his hand, and Murr has a hand covering his mouth.
You all leave and head to your cars. Despite the mild embarrassment, you both couldn’t help but laugh. Just when you thought you were being sneaky, there’s always something that gives it away.
“Had fun today babe?” He asked as you guys headed out onto the road home.
“More than you could imagine.” You say with a sly smile, “I love a man in uniform. I especially love the man in the uniform.” You put on a nice sultry tone just for him and you could see the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. “How about when we get home I put out the fire in your pants?” Nothing more needed to be said, Brian’s foot heavy on the gas pedal told you enough. And boy, did it excite you all over again.
