Of course. One can’t be too careful when it comes to their mode of transportation. Safety first. And Michael Langdon does you the best. He’s got a classic he takes you in, spreads you out over the back seat.
He likes to get adventurous and fuck you against the hood of a car, bed of a truck. So many options.
Looking like the devil when he’s fixing your car. It makes you hit the gas and rev your engine. When you both go to test drive your car after he works on it, to make sure it’s all in order, well, you cave. Your breathing is heavy because you can’t have the radio on to drown out your panting and nerves, because he needs to make sure your engine sounds better. He asks why you’re worked up and you’re shaking, holding the wheel, you pull over and he’s looking at you, a strand of his hair loose, his rings on his fingers.
It’s all too much at once that you dive across the seat and kiss him. It’s hot and sweaty sex, anyone could drive by you and see. His shirt is off, your hand is tugging his ponytail back, your mouth going up his neck as you rock across him. His rings scrape across the naked flesh of your back. This is a much better ride.
Michael walked into the bedroom just as she had finished lighting the last of the candles. He couldn’t help but smile at how serious she was taking this. She was really going for a look here. When she finished lighting the last candle, she came to stand in front of him.
“You look beautiful,” he said as paced around her, skimming his fingertips over her silk slip.
She swatted his hand away and turned to look at him, “Stop. This is my night. Be good,” she looked up at him sternly and he fought the urge to kiss the wrinkle that formed when she frowned, “Take off your clothes,” He began first by taking off his jacket. Annoyed at his layers and how much time he was taking, Y/N interrupted, “Michael,” she groaned, “Stop. I’ll do it.”
She quickly rid him of his shirt and ran her hand down his chest. She took her time to feel his body and memorize the way it felt for the millionth time since they’d been together. When she reached his pants, she looked him in the eye as she undid his belt and zipper. Reaching her hand inside his briefs, she began to pump him slowly.
“Are you ready for me?” She batted her eyelashes.
He inhaled deeply through his nose before answering, “Yes, baby. I’m ready,”
“Lay down,” she ordered and retreated to the side table. As she dug through the drawer, Michael rid himself of his pants and laid down on the bed.
“What are you looking for?” He asked, rolling on his side.
She shot him a disapproving look, “I didn’t ask you to speak. Be still and close your eyes,”
He closed his eyes but could not stop the smirk that formed on his lips. He loved seeing her like this and the more they played this game the more confident she grew. She had begged him at dinner to let her be the dominant one tonight. He was just waiting for the moment she asked him to take over. In Michael’s mind, it was a matter of when not if.
When she found what she was looking for, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. She reminded him not to open his eyes. Taking one hand in hers, she kissed each finger before raising it above his head. He held back a moan when, in her movements, she unintentionally glided over his throbbing erection. He could feel how wet she was already and cursed the woman for not wearing underwear. A tease.
Michael felt the coolness of metal around his wrists and tugged insticintly. Opening his eyes, he saw both hands handcuffed to the metal bars of their bed frame, “What the fuck is this?” He tugged his hands and the metal bit into his skin.
“I know you won’t listen so this is gonna help,” she smiled, “because you’re not going to touch me tonight.”
His eyes widened and he pulled a bit harder, “Don’t be that way, Y/N”
Grinding lightly along his length, she leaned close to his face, taking whatever she could it in her small hand, “Payback is a bitch, baby. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you come,” she smiled.
He knew he was in for it. She was already feeding him his own lines. He instantly regretted every time he had teased her, every time he denied her orgasm as punishment.
She ran her hands along his chest which was already rising and falling rapidly. Scooting down his body, she slowly licked up his length, kissing the tip when she finished. He hissed at the contact and his hips moved to chase her lips as she sat up.
“Take that off, love” he said as she played with the straps of her slip.
She moved up his body, now straddling his torso, “Ask nicely,”
“Please, baby. I want to see you,” his hand reached out for her but it didn’t reach far.
She played with the hem of the slip, “Only because you’ve been so good so far. Much better than I expected,” she said, lifting it off and exposing her breasts to him.
He tried hard to regulate his breathing. He was aware of how ragged it was and how he groaned whenever she got close enough for him to feel the heat of her body but not close enough to touch.
“Are you ready?” She asked, positioning him at her entrance. He nodded furiously and cursed through gritted teeth when she lowered himself on him completely, “Do you like when I ride you like this?” Michael couldn’t answer with the way she bounced on top of him. He thought surely she was trying to kill him with the way she clenched around him as she lifted herself off him only to come down heavily to fill herself again. He wanted to touch her. He needed to touch her.
“Baby, please,” he pulled on his hands, “No more of this. I’ll be good,”
She only smiled and continued to ride him with no abandon. She could feel him throbbing inside her and when he bucked up into her she stopped her movements. Cutting off his protests, she said “Do not come unless I say. Do you understand me?”
She could see how watery his eyes had become and she knew he didn’t have much left in him. She slowed her pace to a lazy grind, leaning into him so they were chest to chest. She took to sucking on that spot under his ear that drove him wild.
“Please baby,” he whined, “I’ve been good for you. I need it.” She felt how heavy he was breathing. His skin was warm to the touch and for a second she considered it.
“No,” she kissed him gently.
“Jesus fucking-” he watched as her breasts bounce and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Her hands were on her body in a way he wished his were, “Baby,” his voice came out higher than he intended, “I just want to touch my girl. Please. I won’t finish without it,”
She stopped her movements and stared into his eyes for a moment before reaching over him to get the key. As she did, he reached as far as he could to kiss her chest. Unlocking each hand, he grabbed her neck to bring her down to him once more. His kiss was sloppy, all teeth and tongue, as he used the other hand to grip her hip.
“Please,” he pleaded, “please move”
She continued her original pace, clenching and grinding and moving in a way that would ruin him. She leaned back, steadying herself on the bed as he held her hips. When he could feel the heat rising to his face and his throbbing refused to quit, he moved his thumb to her clit and rubbed tight circles. He knew she was close. She was gasping for air, tugging at her own hair and she chased that high. As they both came, she leaned down to kiss him.
“You were amazing,” he said through his own panting.
She smiled, taking each of his wrists to plant a gentle kiss, “I think I’d like to try that again,”
(Hallow there! Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoy my writing!)
Allen didn’t have much to his name, especially nothing nice. Well, except for his motorcycle, which he purchased as soon as he could in order to get away from Cross.
His bike is like his baby and he takes really good care of it. He’s not one of the overly cautious people who doesn’t want anyone to even so much as breathe in the direction of the bike, but he will get upset if anyone damages it.
He’s incredibly street smart; clever as a fox. He knows how to live on his own and no rely on anyone.
The white hair and scars, the motorcycle and leather jackets, the devilish grin when he cheats at cards. All of these things immediately label him as a “delinquent” or “bad guy” in the eyes of most of society, but nothing could be further from the truth.
His eyes are soft and his laugh is sweet and his stomach growls incredibly loud at the most inopportune times and he stops to pet every cat and dog he passes. These things are what drew you to him in the first place.
You had found him behind the school, feeding a stray cat. He was chatting to it as if it could hold a conversation with him, and when you replied in place of the cat, he nearly jumped two feet in the air.
You found that you liked him a great deal. You liked the way he duck his head and hold his gut when you said something particularly amusing. You liked the way his eyes sparkled when you made him food. You liked the way he gave you his jacket when it rained or when it was cold. You liked the way he didn’t expect the world from you because of your academic achievements. You liked the rosy shade of pink his cheeks turned when you complimented him. You liked the butterflies you got in your tummy when he complimented you.
After a while, you found other things that you both liked about each other. You both liked the way your hands fit together. He liked the way that your perfume stuck to his jacket. You both liked the way that your lips felt against each other. You liked the way he ran his fingers through your hair as you studied, and he liked the way you chewed on your lip when you were focused.
A lot of strangers tended to give you both a strange look when they saw you walking hand in hand down the street. Your parents didn’t care for the fact that he came to pick you up for your first date on his motorcycle. The teacher’s didn’t care for the fact that you had found a “distraction” and that he was becoming a “bad influence on you”.
Most importantly, though, neither of you care what anyone else thought, because the both of you loved each other more than anything else in the universe.
I have been looking forward to this one! Like OMG, this is going to be so much fun. Makes me wish I could draw, so you could see what my mind sees for the boys as babu’s.
I shouldn’t have had as much fun as I did with the Noctis and Ignis ones.
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“Y/N!”
You gasped, turning as you saw the smoke rush past you, then cover the being behind. You glanced down expecting to see yourself as a toad, or covered in slime, yet you were perfectly fine. It didn’t work on you, did the affiliation not work on females? Lucky you!
“Is he okay?”
You gave a groan, before slowly turning around, eyes widen at your boyfriend. Well your cute little pint sized boyfriend…
You heard yourself mutter, “Shiva have mercy on me.”
~~~~~
Noctis
“Noctis, Noct, wake up sweetie.” You cooed, shaking the tiny Prince asleep besides you in one of your crop tops, curled to your chest, who you could only guess was maybe 4 at the very most. He had slept all night, but every book you had pulled out told you that you had another 32 hours of your boyfriend being stuck ‘chibi-fied’ as Prompto stated.
Those beautiful blue eyes popped open, as the little Prince looked to you laying beside him in the grand hotel bed. Only to squeeze close as he pushed the blankets over his head, letting out a whine. “No.”
“Come on baby.” You called, managing to pull him up the bed, actually rather easy considering when he went limp now, it was just like picking up your suitcase. “Let’s get you washed up.”
“Still a lump in the morning.” Prompto chuckled from the other side of the bed, attempting to get his hair into the typical ‘Chocobo’ style.
“Basically.” You giggled. Lucky for you, your Noctis was rather easy going, and mostly slept while you got him ready. “So squeaky clean, kisses.”
This always seemed to get Noctis perky as he bounced up placing his hands on your cheeks, as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
(AHHHHHHHHHHHH! This is the cutest fluffiest things ever!)
Ok so you guys would definitely be watching tv, having a nice night in just watching movies and relaxing.
The room glows in a calm, blue color, illuminating Bucky’s face. The movie playing in front of you it’s lost your interest, so you turned your attention to Buck. He looked so calm, relaxed, at peace… so pretty.
“Yes, doll?” Buck asked.
“I’m not even doing anything.” You said with a roll of your eyes.
“Exactly, not even watching the movie that you chose.” He chuckled.
“I’m tired of it already.” You whined, causing Bucky to laugh, pulling you closer to him.
You watched the movie for a few minutes, but your attention was soon drawn to Bucky again.
Your fingers glided over his features, the slope of his nose, the tops of his cheek bones, and the line of his scruff. He was so gorgeous.
“What now doll?” Bucky asked.
“Bucky, you’re so pretty.” You smiled brightly.
“Thank you doll.” He smiled softly, les into down to press a collection of pecks against your lips.
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