#takers aj

[anisangeldust]

Kinktober Day 9 - Clayton Beresford + AJ

Summary: Visiting his criminal cousins nightclub after a conference in LA, Clayton finds AJ with an opportunity he cant refuse.

Kinks: Dual Penetration, degradation, slave play.

“Look who it is huh? Finally decided I’m good enough to visit?” AJ pats Clay on the back playfully, messing with his gelled curls. “Slummin’ it out here with us poor folk?”

I goofy smirk paints clays cheeks as he delivers a playful whack to AJs shoulder, shaking his head. “Couldn’t resist seeing the bottom 99%, I do claim to be a charity donor after all” he teases back, shrugging his suit jacket back in place.

The two cousins had been bantering lol this for years. Despite having two very different, though some would argue equally as ethical, ways of obtaining their respective net worths, there was never any jealousy. AJ was obsessed with the thrill of the chase, the guns, the adrenaline— he’d argue his CEO cousin had zero sex appeal. Clay, on the other hand, thrived being in charge of a multi billion company, of having power, he’d say that AJ was irresponsible.

Nevertheless, Clay had a networking conference in LA, which meant an impromptu visit to the only person who let him let loose.

“You’re not seein’ heaven” AJ shakes his head and leads Clay into the night club owned by The Takers. Clay follows readily and scoffs “see ya down there” he opens the door for AJ

AJ rolls his eyes with familial affection, walking past the groups of people all drunk and reeking of bad decisions, the wealthy people came to gawk at the young women, and the awkward shuffle dancing. The atmosphere is calm and soothing as rhythmic beats play above head, the strong smell of artificial vanilla clinging to all available hairs on both of the men’s bodies.

A table in the corner with is where Clay found himself, the usual suspects surrounding the wood. Gordon, Jesse, even John had stayed by to smoke a cigarette and sip on some overly expensive bourbon that Clay would normally steer away from.

“Where are they?” John’s face sours as he reads the time, growing impossibly impatient for something clearly

Clay sets down his martini “where’s who?” He inquires tentatively.

“The girls” AJ says absentmindedly “our girls, after successful business deals and other ventures worthy of celebrating, we invite over a group of girls to celebrate with. Started as just entertainment, but we’te studs, couldn’t resist us for too long.” AJ chuckles

Clays mouth moves before his mind thinks “Girls?” He asks inquisitively. “You said you didn’t have anyone you were seeing?” He follows a similar leaning motion.

“I ain’t. She’s like..” he sits up and taps his ashes. “Like a motivater, all the girls are. whats a better way to celebrate than a warm pussy?” He settles on.

Clay chokes down a surprised chuckle, eyes following around his cousins face. Clay had always thought of AJs attitude towards women do be disgusting, An absolute womanizer his whole life with no plans to cool down. On the same thought, it had been too long since Clay had gotten any action, his cock twitches at his convenient it’d be to have a warm pussy to fall back on when needed.

“So what am I gonna do while you get that?” Clay sips his drinks and cocks an eyebrow at his smiling cousin.

AJ looks at Clay like he’s suddenly 9 feet tall “We’re gonna share, figured you wouldn’t mind” he starts “plus, you’re in luck. She’s the best.” He blows out the smoke of his latest hit.

Oh. Share? Share a woman? Clays pants get tighter. He’s never even considered that AJ was setting him up as well as himself, letting him into the world of their group for even a few hours.

“She can handle ya” AJ chuckles “she likes it. Gets off to me doin’ whatever I want. Real nasty shut like that.” His smile deepens as he catches sight of me coming into the club “there they are” he announces to the group.

Each guy at the table gets distracted as various woman descends on one, you included. Clays eyes travels hungrily over your body, making note of your flushed skin and glassy lips. Your hips sway confidently as you make your way over to where Clay was sat “you muah be Clay” you giggle, sitting on his lap “you and AJ look like twins..” you hands come up to his biceps

AJ moves his hand and cups your ass as you sit on clays lap “he’s not quite ready for ya baby, pussy of yours gonna break him” he pats your cheeks individually. You were clad in boy shirts so small they were panties and a matching top, giggling as clays cock hardens under you..

“I have no intention of harming or hindering..“ you buy your lip playfully, lightly snapping one of AJs suspenders while feeling up Clay through his shirt.

Clay lets out a low growl “mm..” his hand joins AJ on your ass “heard a lot about you, you and your perfect little pussy supposedly” he cups your waist and thumbs your hipbones.

“Let’s move this elsewhere” AJ insists as he gets up and has you both follow him to an off room where sex had clearly been had a few more than a few times. You look over the two men, tall, handsome, big, and successful. You’d hit the jackpot.

AJ locks the door. Eyes greedy as he turns to you “safe word?” He croons while stalking closer to your body.

“Cranberry” you moan gently, body taunt with the need to get fucked by two hung men at the same time.

That conformation seems to shift the room altogether. You and AJ had some dynamic already that he was about to unwind. “Good girl..” AJ nods “you know the rules. Today you’re clays too, his plaything. But I’ve been fucking dropping huh? The mere though of us fucking taht body and you’re like a bitch in heat” AJ sits next to Clay “c’mere, only good girls get penetration” he orders.

Clay should’ve been horrified, should’ve been disgusted with how hard his cock was, but seeing you crawl across the floor for it? Worth it. You perch in front of them and pay your lashes up at them each individually. “You’re gonna take two cocks and you’re gonna love it huh?” Clay coos at you like you’re a dog. You nod eagerly and make grabby gestures at their groins..

“Go ahead” AJ nods and spreads his legs, Clay follows suit and soon you’re haphazardly stroking both cocks at the same time, face pressed between their thighs. Your hands focus on clay for now, you kiss and suck on the tip a little bit, electing a needy growl from clays chest “needy whore” he groans “need two cocks huh? Not satisfied with just one?” He tangles his hands in your hair.

You shake your head and kitten lick his tip, finding AJs cock and fondling the heaviness of his balls. He moans loudly as well, head back in bliss. “Fuck.. such a good slut, two cocks suit you” AJ looks down at your submissive form. You start to alternate every few minutes between the men’s cocks, each time you feel them get hotter, needier, closer to creaming in your face.

Clays legs twitch as your lips uncool around the res of his tip again “that’s.. it.. fuck” his hands find his buttons, undoing most and letting his nice shirt hang open. Your eyes are hazy as each man grunts and groans, your hands never letting up once,

“Filthy girl..” AJ moans as his cum paints your hand and wrist. Clay isn’t far behind, with his release pushing through your lips and into your mouth. You moan and greedily lap up both, stroking them through their orgasms lazily while trying to milk every last drop from them as you can.

After a moment to breathe, AJ sheds the rest of his clothes, including the fedora, and he picks you up. Laying you down on the first hard surface he could find, which was clay. As you sit on his lap, clays hand spread open your legs and pulls down your panties, dipping two huge fingers into the wetness of your folds. Mesmerized, AJ thumbs over your clit simultaneously, making your body shake and squirm as both men use their fingers on your sensitive pussy.

AJ tsks and smacks your mound “squirmy girl, you need cock” he announces, much to the agreement of clay. AJ rifles through drawers before pulling out some lube and turning to clay. “You want her ass or pussy? But are amazing” he asks and holds out the lube.

Clay hesitates before taking it “fuck,bill take the ass” he nods. Spreading a generous amount of lube in his fingers, clays hand spread circles the tight ring of your asshole, popping a finger in with little resistance. “Such a whore” he chastises as you moan. He uses the others to scissor open the ring of muscle, coating his own cock in the liquid and pulling all his fingers out with a *pop*.

“Ready?” Clay teases and moans loudly as he lowers down your hole onto his slick cock, his intense girth still making it an intense stretch. “Mm..! Oh..” you close your eyes, body on high pleasure alert as his thick cock buried its way into you.

“Fuck yeah” AJ moans and comes closer, popping his thumb into your mouth. “Ready for a full pussy?” He asks rhetorically. You nod wildly anyway. Clay keeps your legs super open as AJ strokes his cock a few times. You moans mixed with clays schools off the walls and ledges, clays breathe on then back of your neck making your body tingle.

As he lines up the tip, AJ pushes in roughly, eliciting a gasp and squeak from your overwhelmed body. “Oh fuck.. oh shit you’re so fucking tight..” AJ growls “no matter how many times I fuck this pussy.. still like a rubber band..” he growls, cupping your breasts.

“I know, this asshols so tight.. squeezing me so good” clays fingers hold your face, his nose on your neck as you get fucked from all angles. AJ laughs at how hazy your gaze gets “fucking.. cockdrunk.. off us” he speeds up. “Feel that in your cervix.. slut. Such a whore for us..”

The three of you were all close to coming, your brain unsure of where you start and the boys begin, your pussiss heartbeat stronger than your own. Clay was first do growl “fuck.. duck.. oh fuck” he nips on your ear “taking my cock like the good slut you are..” he cums with a roar.

AJ is just as drunk on you, pummeling into your body as your sticky arousal coats his cock, making a ring of white cream on his base. “Cum..” he demands “for us.. wanna.. fuck.. see this pussy gush..” he rubs your clit with intent.

Your body can’t handle all the stimulation. You can feel warmth in your ears as Clay wraps himself around you. Your body lets go as you cream “oh.. oh! Mhm.. oh fuck mhm..” you cum, words leaving you.

Aj can’t handle the clamp of your wet pussy on him, he mostly pulls out, but some of it drips out of you while his wave as ecstasy starts to slow around him.

Eventually, after some heavy breathing, clay up. “I’m coming back next month for this” he coos “next time.. I want pussy. Deal?” Clay smells at you and AJ. He nods playfully “deal., whore needs someone to stretch her pussy anyway..” AJ smacks my clit.

[theladykassia]

𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮

AJ is assigned on yet another undercover mission, this time partnered up with the only female of 'Takers', and tension is higher than her red heels. | Smut.

Just know that my stripper theme would be Strip Tease by Danity Kane & my name would be Stardust or Nova.

After months of unsuccessfully tracking one of the wealthiest motherfuckers on the continent, Gordon got a tip that led them here, a place that can only be described as sinful.

The music is booming through the club, almost as loud as the pounding of her heart. Walking in heels has never been a problem, but walking in AJ's direction with so little clothing is a different story. Here they are, in the hottest strip club on Manhattan, and they're undercover... Again. She's not a stranger to this game, as a part of Takers she has lived many lives, a bride shopping for wedding rings, a caterer at a fancy event, a fake hostage at a bank, and now a stripper, another persona to get what they want.

She usually prefers straight-to-the-point jobs, the ones where they rob a bank or a diamond shop. But a little birdy told them that Mr. Jefferson loves to visit this particular Strip Club, that he gets a dance by the same woman every time and then gets his nose all powdery white in the backrooms, right before the club closes. After all that, he does his not so legal trading, which is exactly how Takers will get to him.

She dances under AJ's watchful eye, movements fluid and natural as if she was dancing alone, discreetly scanning the location until she confirms the target is in the building. Jake is at the bar, Jesse is chatting up a stripper, John is playing poker, and Gordon will enter the club later, acting the part of a man who wants to trade with Jefferson.

The plan was meticulously crafted, foolproof really. For the time being, they just had to blend in.

When the idea came up at the headquarters, AJ was quick to offer himself as the lad who would assist and protect her, talking about how they couldn't compromise the safety of their mission blah blah— it was utter bullshit and everybody knew it, but they still agreed to it, amused.

As the song changes, she walks with purpose and intent, not allowing AJ's unwavering gaze to shatter her confidence.

It's not that they hate each other, but both have strong personalities that usually collide. Frankly, it's no wonder they're so good at what they do, even if they're a little arrogant. The rest of the gang simply let them be, entertained by their competitive relationship, betting on who they think will succumb to temptation first.

AJ offers a lopsided grin, asshole throwing a couple of bucks at her under the excuse of blending in, of course, she knows he's acting like this to get on her nerves. Doing her best to not smack him on the face, she throws a leg over his shoulder, long heel resting next to his face. It looks like a seductive invitation to the untrained eye, but he can read between the lines, 'mess with me and I'm shoving this heel up your-'

“Hm.” He shifted slightly, his blue eyes admiring every inch of exposed flesh, from her leg to her face. The sweet smell of her lotion and perfume were arousing, to say the least. The fluid movements of her body reminded him of a sensual goddess, and she had successfully lured him. “You're quite a natural,” he compliments, but there's no hiding the amusement in his tone. “Hate to admit that I almost like you better like this sugar.”

She changed up her position, this time grinding against him, nearly wiping his smug expression when she teasingly rubbed her chest against his face. AJ isn't blind to her beauty or how he responds to it, and in the end he's just a man.

She speaks again. “Careful sugar,” she warns, the feigned sweetness in her voice is merely just an act. “Or the next bomb you work on will mysteriously go off in your hands.”

“Ouch.” AJ brings a hand to his chest. Ohh, she was so entertaining, always quick with the comments. He'd be lying if he said he doesn't appreciate her quick wit. AJ shakes his head in amusement, a rich, pleasant laugh coming out of him. “Please, you'd miss me too much,” he leans back, allowing her to move freely against him. Usually she was quite normal about him, especially because she knows the reputation he has with women—a real flirt—who would only love on you once. But something about him, man... “Besides, you appreciate my real skills and craftsmanship, ain't nobody making a bomb like me, baby. You trust me with your life.”

“Doesn't mean that I like ya'.” She huffed.

All the guys from the gang are real easy on the eyes, but it takes more than that to catch her attention... However, this is the first time that she's close enough to stare right back at AJ's eyes, deep and blue, with plenty of mysteries to uncover. Close enough to breathe in the expensive cologne he always uses, mixed up with the minty scent of his breath. He's sexy as hell and it's pissing her off.

AJ smirked. “See I think you're enjoying this a little too much, baby, just look at you.”

They were both professionals, but the close contact and intense gazes between them were starting to blur the lines, rightfully so.

“From my point of view you're the one who's enjoying this.” She bit her lip, grinding closer to him when she felt him twitching. “Already excited?” She taunts. “Sorry sugar... You'll have to settle for someone else,” she sighs, offering a look of feigned pity. “I can't help you with your little predicament, we're on a mission, remember?”

AJ let out a low, confident laugh, not even fazed by her little display, he actually loves it. “Right, the mission... Yeah, that's cute.”

Her brows lifted, puzzled enough to not notice his hands on her waist—or maybe she just doesn't care. “What is?”

“Oh you know,” he gave her one of his signature smirks, charming and just the right amount of cocky. “Actin' like I'm not going to fuck you tonight. See there are three things I know will happen at the end of this song.” He began counting. “One, our piggy bank will move to the VIP rooms, which means we'll follow and make sure he doesn't get out. Two, you're a tease, of course you'll keep dancing f'me.”

She rolled her eyes, looking away for a moment. “Gordon's in the building.” She announced before getting back to the rather entertaining conversation she was having. “What about number three, hotshot? You haven't told me yet.” She asked, breathing against his ear, intrigued.

“The boys will meet with Jefferson, take his ass to the hideout.”

“And us?” she asked, knowing exactly where this is going.

“They'll continue the mission, whereas you and I,” he drawled sensually, “will be fucking.”

Rolling her eyes she continues to dance, slapping his hands when he touches her ass. “How romantic of you, truly, a man after my heart.”

Just as they had planned, at the end of the song they moved to the VIP area, making sure the target was still in the building, while also keeping up appearances. As far as everybody is concerned, she's a new expensive dancer, and AJ's just a client.

She removes his fedora and puts it on, chuckling slightly as she walks a couple steps ahead. AJ rolls his eyes, it's no secret that he always wears the damn thing and that he generally doesn't like people messing with it. But seeing her walk in front of him, sensually swaying her hips while wearing that thong with the even smaller pleated skirt, causes him to forget about the hat entirely.

“Sit,” she rolled her eyes, pushing him so he's resting on the couch. She closes the curtain enough to not be seen, but that she could still peek around the corner. She also takes a moment to stare at her whatever-the-fuck AJ is. “Huh. Look at you, fitting like you're just at home.”

“I am,” he grinned, resting his arms on the backrest of the couch, short clean nails tapping the leather material. “Now it's your turn to blend in.”

“For appearance's sake,” she warned, straddling his lap once again, the familiar weight a welcomed invasion for him. He threw his head back, letting out a manly laugh that rumbled and caused another strain of tingles in her belly.

“Might as well do something with our time, then. Our guy will be in the other room for a while,” AJ suggested, coiling one of her curls before taking his fedora back. “And this, I believe belongs to me, mama.”

As the music kept pulsating she began to feel the thrill of the moment. Being undercover and dancing on AJ wasn't the worst way to spend her Saturday night, she had to admit.

“You and your stupid hats,” she mutters, getting closer. The change in his blue eyes did not go unnoticed by her, how they seemed to darken as his pupils dilated. In them she could see her own reflection and that of the neon lights on the ceiling. “I guess I do feel like playing,” she murmurs, her voice a sweet melody that seems to belong to a siren. Her hand runs over his toned chest, and despite his skin being hidden under the suit, she knew exactly where his tattoos are— fine, maybe she's more aware of him than she wanted to admit.

“That right?” he drawled, eyes sparkling with mischief. He didn't have to say it out loud, face said everything she needed to hear, 'I knew you would break', which nearly made her scoff.

She'll show him.

“Stop looking so smug about this,” the dance continued, growing more intimate as the music reached a crescendo. Her body pressed against his, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear as if sharing a naughty secret. Her breath tickled his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. “And to think I used to be a ballerina,” she sighs with a twinge of humor.

AJ's eyebrows raised in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. “A ballerina, huh?” He said, his hands tracing the curve of her waist as she moved. “No wonder you move like that.”

“Now I rob banks and cosplay strippers.”

His thumbs rubbed against her skin, feeling the muscles of her back. “Funny, but I can't for the life of me picture you with a tutu...” He paused, his eyes locking with hers. “No wonder the change of career, a bad girl like you wasn't made to follow the rules.”

She rolled her eyes, moving so close it was almost as if they were going to merge together.

“You're right, rules are boring,” she said in agreement with him. Inspired by the music and her partner's obvious erection, she decided to take his hands and drag them all over her body, stopping at her breasts. AJ's head tilts back, massaging the delicate skin of her chest in appreciation.

Moving her hips rhythmically, she changes position so that now her back is facing AJ. Feeling in control, she decides to increase the intensity and nature of her dance, unhooking her bra, playing with the straps. AJ takes a sharp breath and his hands resume their mission of caressing her body. He could feel the intensity of his own desires, burning to the point of almost hurting. He needed her. Needed to see her, to kiss her, to feel her... To take her. “Come on, baby, don’t play with me.” He groans, loving and hating every second of this sweet torture. AJ tries to stifle a moan as she turns around, her lovely breasts on display, and the tattoo on her ribs which he gently caressed, she was simply perfect. “Fuck...” he sighs, fighting the urge to grind himself against her. To rut against her like an animal in heat. “You're gorgeous, always have been.”

AJ finds himself moaning in delight when she rubs her breasts against his face, she was truly giving him the stripper special.

“See? I knew you liked me,” she mutters, her hands sliding down to work open his belt. AJ's warm tongue finds one of her nipples, brows furrowing in delight, especially when her delicate hand finds his member, pumping it a few times. Her thumb caresses the head of his dick, spreading the precum to make her job easier. AJ lets out a pleased moan, eyes heavy with desire. “Am I right?” She asked, lifting his chin to press a tantalizing kiss on his lips.

“F-fuck. Yes. Yes, I fancy you quite a bit- Fuck you're so sexy, it gets on my nerves...” He admits, big hands sliding down her body.

But before anything else can happen, she stands up, taking a step back with a knowing smirk. “What the...?” AJ opens his eyes, confused and with an unattended erection. He watches how she licks her fingers clean.

“You were right, two out of three at least.” She leaned over him, to kiss his jaw. “I'm a fucking tease... Now make yourself decent, we need to go, we still have work to do.”

AJ gave her a hard glare, although a part of him is impressed by her antics. Of course she would do something like this, it's one of the reasons why he likes her so much.

“You'll pay for this sugar,” he groaned, tucking himself back in his pants.

She shrugs, putting back on the tiny apparel that barely covered anything. “Play your cards right AJ, and you might just get lucky. Gambling has always been your thing, right?”

“That's right,” he stood up, fixing up his suit. “And I always win.”

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[venileix]

𝜗𝜚 .Orange Jumpsuit

PAIRING: AJ x F!reader SYNOPSIS: AJ comes home with the jumpsuit tied around his waist, and with his tank top exposing his tattoos and muscles, you find yourself more attracted to him than ever before. WARNINGS: sexual content, oral (giving), Aj's crippling praise and ever so slight degradation kinks NOTES: MDNI!

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You knew AJ was stressed out about this job. They never did another job this fast after an old one, but he promised himself he'd go all in on this so he wouldn't have to get involved in that life for a long time.

You knew that even though he loved the thrill of a job, he was nervous about the lack of overall planning for this one.

Aj always made sure you were flown out of town with friends during his jobs, scared about anything happening to you, but with how sudden this opportunity arose, he had to settle on practically barricading you inside his apartment.

The two of you had been married for just over a year now, and he promised this was his last job.

As the sky grew darker, the abrupt sound of the lock of the door twisting brought your attention away from the dinner you were preparing.

As the door opened, you relaxed at the beeps of the alarm passcode being entered, knowing it was your husband.

Cutting the strawberries for the desert, you felt arms wrap around your waist, "What are you making?"

You gently place the knife down on the cutting board, twisting your body around in your husband's arms to face him.

"Your favorite," You grin, dragging your hands up his exposed arms to rest on his shoulders, "How is everything coming along?"

"All is going according to plan, don’t worry your pretty little head about any of that.” He only ever tells you the basic details of these jobs, not wanting to worry you about his safety.

Aj grinned reassuringly as he looked at the unconvinced look in your eyes. He knew you were concerned for how stressed out he's been lately, and he was starting to feel bad for making you worry.

"You're lucky you're hot," You roll your eyes at your husband playfully before trailing your eyes down his body.

He had that orange jumpsuit they were using as a disguise tied around his waist, exposing his white tank top and tattoos that lined his arms.

He stayed quiet, allowing you to bring your hands up to his hair, pushing some strands back as he looked down at you.

While you didn't mind his obsession over hats, you had always loved when he didn't wear them, so you can mess with his hair.

You brought your hands back down to his shoulders, fingers gently tracing his bicep where he had your name in cursive.

He got it the day before your wedding, surprising you with it on your wedding night. Needless to say, you gave him a nice surprise in return that night.

You can feel Aj's muscles flex under your touch, making you teasingly smirk as you slowly look back up to meet his eyes.

The moment your eyes meet his, his lips are on yours, and the hands that were wrapped around your waist pushed your hips into the counter.

You let him take the lead, tilting your head so he can kiss you deeper. Aj's hands find their way to your thighs, pulling your body closer to him, if that was even possible.

"Jump," His breath is hot against your lips, making your eyes flutter open, revealing his smug grin as he stared down at you through eyes heavy with desire.

The hands wrapped around the back of your thighs aided you as you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Aj pulled the two of you away from the kitchen, carrying you towards the plush couch in your living room.

Your usual cooking playlist played softly from the large TV on the wall, filling the air with soothing music.

He takes a seat in the middle of the couch, keeping you in his lap.

"I really like getting to see your tattoos like this," You stare down at Aj, watching him smirk at you admitting to your unhidden attraction to his body.

"I would hope so," his fingers rub circles at your hips, "You did half of them."

You subtly rock your hips forward, teasing the man under you as you press against him, "Well I think I made you look pretty damn hot."

He laughs at your words, gripping at your hips to continue making you grind down against him.

"It's all thanks to you, sweetheart." You giggle at his words, bringing your head down, placing soft kisses against his jaw, leading down his neck towards his collar bone.

He let out heavy breaths at the feeling of your lips on his skin mixed with the feeling of your cunt rocking against him.

You slowly pull away, looking at the beautiful man below you through half lidded eyes, a seductive smirk on your lips, "You seem pretty stressed out."

Aj's eyes follow your movements as you slowly lift yourself from his lap, moving his hands away from you as you now stand in front of him.

"Maybe I should help you with that," You can see his jaw clench as you lower yourself to your knees.

He was at a loss for words as you slowly untie the orange coveralls at his hips, pulling them down to reveal his black boxers.

"Look at this," You giggle at the sight of the wet spot on his boxers that showed his evident excitement, "So fucking desperate for me."

Your words were almost enough to make him lose his cool right then and there, but then, as you placed your palm against his bulge, he melted back into the couch, stuttering whatever he was about to say.

"So pathetic; you're so hard for me," You move your palm away from him, moving to pull down the waistband of his boxers, letting him spring free.

"You're so fucking beautiful, sweethear-" He cuts himself off abruptly with a moan as your lips wrap around his tip.

You suck gently, using your tongue to trace his slit, loving the sounds of his moans and whines.

"You're doing so amazing, darling," His voice is hoarse from the pleasure and the sight of you between his legs.

With the praise, you take more of him into your mouth, moaning at the way his tip hits the back of your throat as you feel his hand tangle itself in your hair.

"That's right," His grip on your hair tightens as you hollow out your cheeks around him, "Just like that, baby."

It was adorable to you how easily you can cause his undoing, how easy it was to make him melt in your hands.

You speed up your movements as you bob your head up and down, changing the pressure of your cheeks around him as you moved.

"Oh, baby," He's practically whimpering as he tugs at your hair, "Please don't stop, I'm so close."

It was like music to your ears, his begging tone making you want to never stop pleasing him.

In just a few more seconds, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat again, releasing his warm seed into your mouth, moaning as he feels your throat constrict with its natural instinct to swallow.

He panted as he pulled your mouth off of him, eyes staring down at you with the most loving look you've ever seen from anyone but him.

"So pretty with my cum down your throat." You both smirk at each other as you wipe your lips.

[bloatedandalone04]

No One Else

➪the one where you throw a housewarming party, and a.j. isn’t fond of all the guys staring at you in his new living room.

Warnings: this man is such a dom i swear, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, swearing, pda, jealous a.j., alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 3.4k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

A.J. hated house parties. He would much rather go out to the club or a bar as he felt like the parties he threw at his apartment got too crowded too quickly.

But he was doing this for you.

About three months ago A.J. asked you to move in with him. He loved you more than anything else and he wanted you around him all the time, and you felt the same way. You agreed and moved out of your small loft and into his massive condo across the city.

While you were used to the city life, you were a bit overwhelmed since he was in the middle of it all. It was loud and chaotic whenever you opened the sliding door of the balcony, and the lights kept you up at night. You didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to give A.J. any ideas, but it wasn’t long until he discovered your distaste for this side of the city.

It was a big difference to where you lived previously, and he felt guilty about the sudden change. 

So he offered to move away from all of it, to give up the city life he had been living in for around twelve years for a cute and modern house in a neighborhood just outside the city. 

He let you have full control over pretty much everything in the house; from the appliances in the kitchen to the paint color in the living room. A.J. gave you his credit card and told you to go crazy, and you really took his words and ran with them.

You bought countless pieces of furniture and when they arrived at the home, A.J. spent a good day and a half building them with Jake. 

Now, a full week after settling into the new place, you decided to throw a house party to really break it in. 

The house was a lot bigger than his apartment, so it wasn’t as crowded, but he still hated having so many people in his personal space. But A.J. knew it was all worth it when he caught your eye from across the living room and saw the way your lips turned upwards into a happy smile.

He really would do anything for you without an ounce of hesitation. 

A.J. crossed the room after wrapping up his conversation with Jesse, and his hands found their home on your waist as he stood behind you. He knew you were smiling as you listened to the story Rachel was telling you, and that smile only grew when he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“You two are so cute, seriously,” Rachel beamed, finishing off her drink with a smile. “I can confidently say you were made for each other.”

“Just like you and Jake,” came your sweet reply and A.J. felt the corners of his mouth lift upwards as you sipped on your wine. 

“Speaking of,” he trailed off, lifting his head and looking around the packed room. “Where is your fiancé, Rach?”

Rachel furrowed her brows as she, too, looked around the room. “I’m not sure, actually,” she answered. “Let me know if you find him, and let me know if he looks like he’s had too much to drink. If he’s plastered, tell him he’s sleeping on the couch when we get home.”

A.J. laughed as he kissed the side of your neck before moving away from you. “Will do,” 

“Come find me later,” you requested in a soft voice, smiling at him afterwards. “I shouldn’t miss you this much in our own house.”

A.J. held back a groan as he moved towards you again and firmly gripped your jaw, pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. You grin against his lips and tangle your free hand in his hair, his lack of hat tonight making it very easy. “Damn, baby,” he muttered as he pulled away and you ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip. “You make a guy not want to leave.”

You grin at him and shrug. “Hurry back, Jay,” 

He bit his lip as he nodded and turned to go seek out his best friend. He found Jake in the kitchen talking to John, and they both looked like they were on the verge of being wasted. “A.J.! Hey, buddy!” Jake greeted as the tattooed man entered the room. “This is a nice place you got here.”

“Yeah, man, I like how secluded it is,” John added as he looked around the room. “You buy it with that two million we snagged from those transport trucks?” He asked loudly and A.J. had to deliver a quick slap to his shoulder to stop John from exposing the source of his income to all his new neighbors. 

And there were a lot of them. 

The neighborhood you were now living in was well populated, and you had taken it upon yourself to invite all of them to the party in hopes to get to know them. A.J. wasn’t very fond of strangers in his house, but it was just another thing he forced himself to deal with since he was so in love with you. 

“Keep your voice down,” A.J. muttered as John gave him an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, man,” he laughed. “Your new neighbors were very generous with their housewarming gifts.” John held up the bottle of champagne with a bow tied around it, and A.J. just shook his head. 

“Just try not to tell the guests all our secrets, yeah?” 

John nodded and gave him a salute before wandering off towards the dining room where Gordon was. “A.J., buddy, I never thought I’d see you get out of the city, man,” Jake said as he leaned against the counter with a beer in his hand. 

“You and me both,” he murmured as he took the half empty bottle from Jake.

“The things we do for the women we love, huh?” Jake asked as he moved to sit down at the kitchen table. 

“Speaking of, Rachel told me that if I saw you and you were drunk, I have to tell you that you’re sleeping on the couch,” A.J. informed the tipsy man, who just laughed. 

“She might say that, but she can’t sleep without me, man, I’m like her personal pillow,”

A.J. shook his head and set the bottle on top of the fridge, knowing damn well that Jake could easily reach it. “Good thing she’s marrying you then,”

“Hey, when are you and your girl getting married?” Jake asked as he grabbed a handful of chips and ate them all at once. “You’ve been together about as long as Rachel and I have, when are you gonna ask her the question?”

“I don’t know, man,” A.J. answered as he avoided the crumbs flying out of Jake’s mouth with each word he said. “Soon.”

“You have the ring, don’t you?”

A.J. nodded and Jake grabbed one of the cookies off the dessert plate on the table. “Yeah, I’m just waiting for the right time,” 

Jake leaned back just as Rachel entered the kitchen and made her way over to the two guys. “Don’t wait too long, buddy,” he advised as Rachel moved to stand next to him. “Putting a ring on this one’s finger was the best decision I ever made.” He wrapped his arm around his fiancée’s waist as he smiled up at her. 

Rachel laughed as she draped her arm around Jake’s shoulders. “You’re planning on proposing?” She asked with excitement lacing her voice. “Do it soon, then Y/n/n and I can be engaged at the same time. Ooh, maybe a double wedding!”

A.J. shook his head with a smile as he looked towards the doorway, expecting to see you enter at any second since Rachel was now in here. When you didn’t, he glanced at your best friend and asked, “Where is she, anyway? You leave her to get lost in her own house?”

Rachel playfully rolled her eyes. “No, I was just making sure this guy was behaving,” she nudged Jake, who just continued smiling up at her. “Last I saw her, she was talking to the next door neighbor who hasn’t been able to take his eyes off her all night.”

A.J.’s smile faded at that and he left the kitchen without saying another word. Rachel and Jake’s conversation faded into the background as he entered the living room again, and instead of finding you where he left you by the sliding door, you were by the couch and talking to some dark haired guy. 

While he knew he had no reason at all to be jealous, seeing as this was his own fucking living room he shared with you, A.J. still didn’t like seeing you around guys who clearly just wanted to sleep with you.

And this guy did a very bad job at hiding the fact that he wanted to fuck you. 

A.J. made his way over to you, receiving a slap on his shoulder from Jesse as he did so. You wanted him to find you later, and he was more than ready to take you up on that offer now. 

Your eyes drifted from the brunet and met A.J.’s, and a smile formed on your lips, instantly replacing the barely hidden look of boredom on your face.

The guy probably thought you were smiling at him, but A.J. sorted him out pretty quickly as he stepped around the stranger and wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you into his side and he didn’t even bother glancing at the guy’s face before he was pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. 

You return it immediately and lean into his touch when he lifts his free hand up to grip your jaw and angle your head, and you willingly give him full control of the kiss. He slowly pulls away and smirks at the way you keep your eyes closed for a few more seconds before he looks over at the guy, who did not look happy at all. “New friend, baby?” He asked, making you open your eyes and look over as well. 

“Um, this is….Dean?” You question and A.J. held back a laugh at the offended look Dean gave you. “He’s our new neighbor, Jay.”

“Nice to meet you,” A.J. said and ignored Dean’s outstretched hand as he turned back to you and leaned in close. “Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now?” He asked under his breath as Dean stood awkwardly next to him. 

Your eyes widen and you let out a startled laugh. “A.J,” you gasp quietly and look over at your neighbor with a blush.

A.J. glanced over at him, too, before beginning to pull you towards the half-bath next to the hallway that led to yours and his room. You feebly waved at Dean as A.J. made a show of guiding you into the bathroom, a smug smirk on his lips when he saw Dean’s glare. 

Once he entered the bathroom as well, he closed the door and locked it before pushing you up against it. “I gotta say, baby,” he murmured as his hands pulled up the black material of your dress. “I’m not a big fan of our new neighbors.”

You lean your head back against the door as he bunches your dress around your hips and teased your clit through the thin material of your panties. “Why? Not friendly enough?” 

A.J. grunted as he pushed the lace material down your legs and let it drop to the tiled floor. “They’re too friendly,” he answered as he picked you up and set you down on the marbled countertop. 

You squeal at the cold surface against your burning skin and cling onto his shoulders. “Fuck, A.J.,” you mumble and tug at his suspenders. “What’s gotten into you? You were fine when you left to go find Jake.”

He would never admit that he was jealous of that prick in his living room, so he shrugged and kissed along your shoulders. “Nothings gotten into me,” he said under his breath. “But hopefully I can get into you.”

You moan loudly, despite being able to clearly hear the party guests outside the door. “Well, when you say it like that,” you tease and drop your hands to the button on his dress pants. “But we have to be quick, Jay. We’re hosting right now.”

“Fuck them,” he rasped as he reached his hand in between your bodies and sunk his index and middle fingers into your heat. “Fuck everyone out there, baby. We’re in our house. I should take you back out there and fuck you right on that couch.” 

You moan at his dirty words and run your hands through his hair, successfully making it messy. No one else got that privilege as he usually spent a good ten minutes doing his hair - just to throw a hat over it, but he would happily let you mess it up whenever you wanted. “You’d actually do it, too,” 

A.J. smirked at you as he worked you open with his fingers. “I would,” he agreed as he looked down. “You’re dripping, baby. Did the teaser I gave you in front of Dean turn you on that much?”

“That and you,” came your muffled answer as you buried your face against the side of his neck. “Are you really going to fuck me in the bathroom at a party?”

“Yes,” he answered as you unzipped his pants. “Unless you feel like waiting until everyone leaves and I can fuck you all over the house. Fair warning, though, I don’t think this party is dying any time soon.”

You moan and lift your head. “Get to it, then,” you murmur and pull him free. A.J. presses his lips to yours at the same time he enters you with a single thrust, and the feeling has you grasping onto his shirt tightly. “Fuck. Is this how you did it in the Ivy League? Fucking random girls in bathrooms during parties?”

“Had to practice somehow. And you’re not just a random girl,” he said back and you laughed before moaning rather loudly as he began to roughly fuck into you. You slap one hand over your mouth with wide eyes and he smirks. “Can’t be quiet, huh, baby?”

You shake your head as you lean back against the mirror. “No,” you agree and tug on his hair with your other hand. “I can’t be quiet when it comes to you, Jay. You make me feel so good.”

A.J. groaned when you clenched around him, and he knew he wasn’t much better. One of the perks of living in an actual house and not an apartment, was that you and he could be as loud as you wanted. 

Not that the thin walls of your last apartment stopped you from being loud. You’d received countless noise complaints, and they all were ignored by A.J., who just fucked you harder until the bed slammed against the wall with each thrust.  

It was like how he was fucking into you now. 

Your body moved further and further back on the counter until you had to place your hand flat against the marble, accidentally knocking over the bottle of soap in the process and making it fall to the floor. “Jesus,” you gasped as his hips rocked into yours. 

A.J. grunted and kept one hand on your hip while his other reached up to grip the side of your face. “God, you’re tight,” he rasped, making you smirk as you wrap your legs tighter around him. 

The smirk was promptly wiped from your face as he began roughly slamming into you, loud moans emitting from your mouth with each thrust. “Oh, my God,” you cried as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands bunching up his shirt tightly. “Fuck yes, Jay.”

A.J. groaned and pressed his mouth to yours, his tongue poking out and parting your lips, coating them in a layer of his spit. “Feel good, princess?” He teasingly asked and you nod uncontrollably. 

“Feels so good,” you answer, clinging onto him as you feel your release approaching embarrassingly fast. “So fucking good.”

He grunted, kissing all over your neck as you squeezed him over and over again. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he praised, reaching behind you to pull on your hair. 

You squeal a bit, hiking your body closer to his as you hear the sounds of the party-goers right outside the door. “I’m gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you warned loudly, no longer caring about the guests hearing you at this point. 

“Already?” He mocked, pulling at your bottom lip with his thumb. “You needed me just as badly as I needed you, huh?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, your body involuntarily bucking forward to meet his thrusts. “Oh, my fucking God, yes, please please please.”

A.J. gripped your waist in both hands, his still clothed thighs hitting the backs of yours as you moaned loudly in the surprisingly big half-bath. 

You grip his back and pull his chest against yours as you feel your release take over. “Oh, God,” you cried out as you clamped impossibly tight around him. “I’m coming.”

A.J. cursed under his breath as he felt your walls pulse around him before a warmth took him over. “There you go, baby. Give it to me,” he muttered, and your whines increased in volume. “Good girl.” He praised, kissing the skin under your ear as you writhed against him. 

“Are you…” you trailed off as you slumped against his chest, his hips still lazily rocking into yours. “Are you gonna come, too?”

A.J. let out a surprised moan at your dirty question and how sweetly you asked it. He leaned in and kissed you hard, using his hand to angle your head so he had better access to your mouth. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly. “I want it so bad.”

His eyes shut tightly as he buried his face against the side of your neck. “I’ll come for you,” he promised, feeling his stomach tighten with each slow thrust he gave. “I always will.”

You whine and pull him impossibly close as he came hard, his hips fucking his release deeper and deeper into you as he groaned loudly. 

When he pulls away, you smile shyly at him as you smooth out his shirt with  a quiet laugh. “Is it all out of your system now?”

“Is what all out of my system?” He asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your mouth. “My unhealthy need to fuck you all over our new house? No, that won’t be out of my system for quite a while.”

You laugh then bite your lip as he pulls out of you, then he reaches down to run two fingers through your sensitive core. He collects his release onto his digits before lifting his hand again, and you lean in to wrap your mouth around them, hearing him grunt deeply as you clean himself off his fingers. “Tasty,” you smirk once you pull away. 

A.J. had to hold off on taking you right then and there as he felt himself grow a bit hard again. Instead, he cleaned you up, smoothed out your outfit and finished it off with a kiss to your lips. “You ready to go back out there?” He asked and you nodded. “Don’t be surprised when we get some dirty looks, because I think every single person out there knows what we did in here.”

You shrug, looking up at him with a teasing smirk. “Who cares? It’s our house,” you point out and pull open the door. “Do me a favor and don’t fix your hair, okay?”

Then you were walking out of the bathroom, leaving A.J. to look at himself in the mirror with a laugh as he took notice of his post-sex hair. If it wasn’t obvious enough what you and he just got finished doing, his messy hair will definitely get the message across. 

And that was exactly why he left it as it is before following after you.

[everydaydreamer]

Today's a good day to have AJ fuck the living daylights out of me

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[erosmutt]

guys if i made bracelets or phone charms based off of Hayden and his characters would you buy them

[mortalheartache]

prepare for war.

IS THE AJ HAT GOOD?

NO. REMOVE IT.

YES. KEEP IT.

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