sideblog #4 |26| multifandom

You’re not sure how long you’ve been like this, held between him and the doorway, but it’s long enough. Long enough to feel him up against you, heartbeat thrumming wildly under skin, the light dying from the outside, leaving you both in total darkness.

And it only opens up into more darkness. The faint shadow of streetlamp glints in his pupils, and they don’t retract, not the way they should, they don’t pull from you at all. They’re completely blown, midnight black to the very outer corners of his eyes, all traces of blue faded to pure hunger.

They do that from time to time. You’ve noticed. They’ve done it ever since he’s come home, ever since you walked into that dingy hallway of the police station and found him slumped in a chair. They brightened when they found yours, instant and tender, worn from every word he couldn’t manage to say.

Just two people, arms slung around each other so tightly just so that you wouldn’t shatter.

This wasn’t that. Not this time. The embrace was just as warm, just as needy, all the ways that Bobby is. But there’s something missing, or more, you can’t quite tell. It’s something dark around the edges, the heavy exhale of breath that brushes your are and teen grazing your skin.

He’s not just holding you, he’s keeping you. Pressed between his body and the wall like a lifeline, like every tremble of his hands and pounding of his heart is going to send him over the edge.

You can’t manage much, so you do what you can.

What the truth is.

“I’m not going anywhere..”

And you’re not. You don’t want to. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. He’s been through so much, you’ve waited too long to have him home, to have him like this. But something is pulling you in, dragging you under with him into feelings all too surreal.

It’s intoxicating.

“You promise..?”

His nose nudges your own, finding your eyes.

“I promise.”

He only nods then, fluttering his eyes closed as he takes a heavy breath. Inhale. Exhale.

“I don’t want to be alone..” .. “I don’t think I can be. These feelings baby.. they’re too much, and I don’t—“ His voice cracks. And it’s desperate and exhausted.

Your hands run up his back, and he’s shaking. That’s when it cracks. A low, broken moan escapes his lips and it makes you tense. He doesn’t say a word, he can’t bring himself too, his eyes, from what isn’t entirely dark, are red, bloodshot and rimmed with tears.

The tension in his back falters from your touch, muscles twitching under your touch. Recalibrating. Like his whole body is on the verge of stuttering, collapsing into your hold. You eye him closely, squinting in the low light, and you do it carefully, sliding the one hand up to his cheek.

Your hand is warm, soothing against what you feel. The damp, clammy cool skin that meets your fingertips. Bobby only stares back, rubbing his hand needily into to touch.

“Let me help you..”

He studies you then. So closely, so intently you feel the blush creep onto your cheeks. Because it’s sharpening every moment he doesn’t tear away.

Checking. And he does, over and over again just to make sure you actually mean it. You don’t move away, lips curving into something hopeful. Something he can rely on. The very thing that makes him tick, and it collapses inside him like defeat, all control loosening to not holding back.

You’re warm. So, so warm. And so is he. Burning hotter by the second it seems like.

The room spins around you, taken in his arms, walking the steps as he backs you across the space and into the closest thing he can find. The kitchen table. And it’s calculated. He’s thought about it already, he’s been deciding the whole time. The bedroom is too far, the wall is closest but it won’t let him close enough to you.

This way he can have you.

Bobby’s hands hook at the backs of your thighs, scooping you into the table, colliding with lip and teeth gnashing into yours. They’re damp and hot. his tongue pressing along it and slipping into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, clutching at his shirt as your legs curl around his waist. He bites down then, hard, rolling the flesh in between his fangs. Crimson touches your lip but before you tug backward he’s sucking it back into his mouth, fingers comb through the back of your hair, along your scalp and down to its ends before he wraps.

A trail of glistening red drapes at your neck where he finds it exposed, spreading it around with a flick of his tongue.

“B-bobby..” He pauses. Settling his mouth over the hollow of your throat, his breath ghosting the skin as you hold back a moan. Pain thrums at your lip, so hard you can feel the heartbeat, and the pleasure swirls in your belly.

He’s always been messy, leaving marks from his fingers and mouth. So much, that your body remembers him for days afterwards. This is different. This is claiming. When he looks up, features stirring in the shadows of the room, that’s where you see it.

Primal.

It stiffens his face, pulling at his brow and the sheen that covers in his face. His striking features are so much more proportioned, so surreal.

“Need you real bad..”

The tent of his sweatpants are wet, a shameless patch right over where he’s stood half rutting against your thigh. A groan, closer to a whine pitches in his throat startling him forward, hands grabbing two fistfuls of your hips.

Your tongue darts to your lip, tasting the bead of tacky blood and the burn of something else. And you assess, you give a once over, and another, just to check what, if anything at all, is up with him. But you find nothing. Only want. That’s all there is, in his gaze, in his touch. And it’s been too long, too much waiting and too much wondering, so you fall into it.

“Okay.. it’s okay, you’ve got me.” You breathe, steadying yourself onto the rickety wood.

He drops to his knees, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. From this angle you notice the line of his cock straining taut against the stiff material, the patch of his happy trail dark against muscle. The scratch of fabric slides over your knees as his finger peels your jeans away. His nose follows his fingers, inhaling your scent with it.

He does his best not to lose his mind there and then. Lips ghost over your shins, teeth grazing as fingers running up and down your calves.

“Gorgeous..”

He rolls his tongue in his mouth, fingers smoothing over your legs. And it’s only then when you notice, he’s staring. Salivating.

He pushes himself forward, planting his mouth against your clothed core, inhaling as his lips part, his tongue shoving into heat of your pussy as one of your hands finds his hair.

“And all mine..”

His tongue drags heavy and long, slipping over the damp material. Just purely for the taste. The wetness that gathers there he sucks onto it, and hums. You whine, hips bucking involuntarily into the sensation, and his hands grip tighter around your legs, biceps tightening to the flesh of your ass. Your eyes flutter, his breath is hot, teasing and tracing his tongue along the seam of your panties.

And his eyes roll back, groaning into your heat, “All mine..”

It’s for him really. The pleasure in even saying it, reminding himself that you are, that the fingers threading through his hair tugging him closer, are every part, his. The band of the fabric snaps in one swift tug, falling away from your legs and ripped away to the floor. A gasp spills from your lips, the sting bringing you closer to his face.

The smile Bobby gives is sharp, a smirk so achingly wide it makes you shiver. And it’s all he gives, soothing small circles onto the lower of your back before he dives deeper. His lips run through your folds with a feral hum, wetness gathers all over him, across his nose he rubs teasingly at your clit, juices dripping down his chin.

And it doesn’t stop, it keeps coming, your sweetness coating his tongue while he keeps on giving, beckoning your body to provide, to let him drink you down until there’s nothing left.

You’re whining and grasping your fingers so tightly, not sure whether to push or pull, but he doesn’t budge, just groans louder and takes it. He drags you impossibly further to his face, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs to slip them over his shoulders, letting your hips buck into him.

“Taste so good baby.. my sweet girl.”

His lips wrap around the swollen bud, your mouth falling open as moans spill free, careless and hazy. Bobby keeps you like that, wet muscle merciless at your seeping hole, the aching in your legs now boneless, falling over the muscle of his back. His tongue moves quickly once he releases your clit from his mouth with an audible pop. The sound makes you whine into the deaf quiet of the apartment, your head falling back as your gaze lands onto the ceiling.

You writhe then, and he’s splitting you open, tongue shifting deep as his nose ruts against your clit. The hammering continues in your chest, fluttering with every shock that pushes you closer to the edge. Hard fingertips grasp so harshly into your thighs, you swear you can feel nail digging in, branding you. You manage to tilt your head back down, his moans only growing louder as he watches, the sound vibrating against the bud of your swollen clit.

He can’t speak. He’s got his mouth full and he’s not going to move away. Bobby is greedy like that, he’d kneel there all night if he could, just making you take it over again until you’re sobbing, shoving your head way from him with a blissed whine. But you’re already close, the very height of your climax approaching with that pit in your belly. The tears are already welling in your eyes, the pleasure, the pain of bite marks and the lost time, and the relentless flick of his tongue. You’re done for.

He doesn’t say it, but his eyes tell all. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, dark blues blinking up at you in a wild haze. Calling out to you, and you can hear it, his voice rings through your head, swirling in your senses.

Let go, come for me..

And you do, writhing and bucking your hips onto his tongue with a high pitched moan, his mouth capturing every last drop as he wraps his lips around you with one final suck. His tongue runs through your folds, slipping into your puckering hole just to taste you again.

“So fuckin’ good.” He murmurs against you, biting a kiss to your inner thigh, sinking down.

“Baby..” Your need is just as strong now, aching so much that you can’t take it. Red flushes your face, hair sticking to your forehead as you grab at him.

“Fuck.. fuck, baby.. I know, I know.”

He rises just as quickly as he knelt, holding your knees to the table where they fall, standing in between them. His shirt rises over his head in a shrug, the streetlamp orange casting ripples over his skin. You blink your eyes open, counting the bruises and cuts littering his body, dark purple and greens that accentuate the muscle. He’s not ashamed of them, he wears them now, they don’t hurt, they’re simply there.

But all of them are a reminder, and you find yourself staring down, hands reaching to his waist to pull him in with carefully. Two fingers find your chin, rising your face to meet his, and not the rest. And you see him. The part that has come back to you.

His smile is dark, tongue dragging slowly over his lip as he gathers up the rest he can of you. Golden strands of sandy hair are damp and mussed, his mouth is parted and breathing heavy. And he is so devastatingly handsome. So undone in a way you haven’t known before.

And it takes you under. The same fever encases you. The air in the room sucked to nothing, leaving all thoughts only of him, your world narrowed. You don’t even realise the weight of him rocking into you, his leaking tip pressing into your bare pussy. He undoes your shirt, buttons coming away with a quick drag, fingers still on your chin, stroking. And it’s like hypnosis, you can’t turn away, only shivering with the cool air pebbling your nipples.

“Doing so good f’me..” Bobby whispers soft. Even though the edges of it are cold, coaxing you, edging on desire and the knowing. That he is bathing you in the same ruin he’s been rotted with.

And he’s not apologising for it. Not when you’re like this, begging and open for him.

His sweatpants are shrugging to his knees, hard length slapping in his hand, rubbing it through your folds as you whine. The other hand cups your cheek, resting against your temple. He’s throbbing, slipping all of the way inside of you in one steady thrust, golden hairs at his base rubbing into your mound.

Your mouth falls open in a broken moan, the burn searing through your walls as he works you open. His fingers curl through your hair, nudging his nose to yours. It’s encouragement, it’s delicate and it’s wicked.

The pleasure pain built you, but he’s doing more than that. He’s breaking you open.

“So good.” He soothes you with his kiss. “Shh, shh.”

He follows the line of your jaw, capturing your mouth in intricate, sloppy pecks. The moan that leaves you when the tip of his cock punches right against a spongey spot inside you that has your mind going blank, is animalistic. And he pulls from you, enough to make you feel the loss, just to drive forward again. His pace is desperate and needy, but the rhythm he sets is far from it. The rhythm you feel, his hips sliding against yours, his cock rutting in and out, it’s calculated.

Every atom in your body seems to retract and rebuilding itself at once. The heat that fills you is more than his own, more than yours. It’s something more complicated, more ancient, like its invading your very being, and binding. The pressure burns electric with the force of him breaking you open more and more and more until..

“Just feel me..”

He knows it too. He can feel it. Because he isn’t just talking to you, he’s responding. To your body, to himself. It courses through him in ways he doesn’t understand. But he knows. His hand coasts down your stomach over the aching in your sternum and the sensitive buds of your breasts, “Right..” His fingers goes lower, resting over the skin that he has arched in his grip, the backs of your thighs slapping with every force of his thrusts into your seeping pussy.

“Here.” His palm splays out where he fucks you deep, his cock fucking into with relentless pace, reaching so far it kisses the plug of your cervix with every movement he forces. And he pushes down, collapsing his hand where you’re full of him, squeezing onto the pressure that has you clenching.

It doesn’t sound like him. Lust washes over him with a distorted affection he’s fighting to give and what’s left of it, only for you. It’s even in his voice, gruff and broken, worn from the force of his groans and his teeth bared together. Bobby’s not all there, and you know it, staring into your soul it’s as if he’s about ready to take it.

Fingers slip into your mouth, hooking, pushing at your teeth collecting the drool that sits at the curve of your chin. The other firms at your ass, catching the ripple of flesh with each rocking of the table and punch of him against your walls. He’s keeping you full, unbearably so. So much that you can’t help the electricity that wracks your body, sending shocks right to your core. You tighten around him and his head falls back.

“Fuck like that.. gonna make an even bigger mess of you.”

Your body trembles, eyes rolling back as your breaths mingle, heat searing through your bodies. The sound of skin slapping and wetness fills the space, reaching your ears so lewd and loud it makes you moan. Because it’s filthy, it’s unhinged.

“All mine..” He rasps against your lips, hips stuttering to thrust deeper.

The sensation swarms you, covering your body like a blanket caught on fire, taking your skin with it and setting it alight. It’s uncontrollable, rising over you like a fever so high sweat drips from your skin, and the shiver only adds to the friction between you. Chanting, begging over again for more. Your back arches further off of the table and into him, and he takes the opportunity. He’s panting, brushing past your ear, tracing the open skin with his tongue.

His thrusts speed up, and he sees your face flickering, moans growing wanton and babbled. Your whole body is drawing tight around his hips, heels digging into the muscle of his ass, urging him closer, nails scratching marks down his back that chokes him. A deep whimper escapes him, taking your hips to drag you back down onto his cock, and something snaps.

Your body stiffens, tightening from your toes to the strain in your neck as you come undone, a piercing moan shuddering through you as you clench around him. He brings you through it, fucking you through your high as your legs tremble and fall around him.

His palms flattern at the curve of your back, locking one arm around you to bring you flush to his chest, your breasts bunching into the sticky muscle. And he follows, driving up faster and faster, mumbling into the air with words you can’t make out.

Fuck you full, keep you full..

Make you mine.

He comes and comes again, settling inside of you as he spills. And there’s so much of it, thick white spurts of his seed that warms you from the inside, leaking from your already dripping pussy. The arm holding you tightens impossibly, making you yelp as he releases, the rise and fall of your bodies sticky and pressed together in a sheen of arousal.

His arms loosen around your middle, but you’re still holding onto one another, his hands soothing up and down your back. Your vision blurs as you rest into his heaving chest, overcome with.. everything, and your head spins where his falls into your neck, tongue flicking and pursing into a kiss right over the dip of your collarbone.

All that’s left is his voice rumbling into your skin, reverberating deep into your bones in a distorted mumble as bliss takes over you.

“Not letting you go..”

The neon pink light felt like the back of a club in Max’s ‘den’. You were behaving like someone found in the back of a club— lips stretched around his length, lashes teary as you bobbed up and down. One of your hands cupped his stones, the other gripping on Max’s thigh.

He was sprawled out, long legs stretched as the blonde lounged, blue eyes hazy and lidded, his pink lips curled up. Max hummed as his hand moved to your hair. Gentle at first. You hollowed your cheeks more, thighs trembling with growing arousal.

The smell of him, the stretch of your lips, how he sat on your tongue? Your hips squirmed helplessly as your neglected cunt ached. Your pretty dress was shucked up your thighs with every shift of your body.

Max’s long fingers got a handful of your hair and he pulled, hard. You whined around your boyfriend, eyes shutting as your hands shook and a hot spike of arousal hit your belly. Yet he kept pulling, pulling until you were off of him.

You blinked, eyes watery, lips slack and swollen as confused fell over your features. Max’s lazy expression shifted into something mocking. His voice dropped as he spoke, “I don’t need my mum seeing you on your knees like a common whore. Be quiet.”

You blinked, nodding as you rasped, “I’ll be quiet.”

Max gave you a smile and leaned back. He gestured towards his slick length and stones, “Alright, back to it then.” His grip guided you down onto the tip of him, leaking salty pre. You kitten licked at it, aching even more. Max scoffed, shoved you down further as you breathed in a timed manner, throat relaxing.

“No need for that grade school shit, you know what I need, babe,” he cooed, head falling back as the blunt head of his cock slid down your throat. Max huffed a breath, holding you until your nose hit trimmed light brown hair at the base of him.

You breathed through your nose, cunt dripping into your panties. Max’s grip on you released, only to relocate to the back of your neck, hand big and warm. Warmth flooded your body at the touch. You looked up through your lashes.

“Going to fuck that slutty throat of yours,” Max murmured, eyes dark with arousal. He squeezed your neck, adjusting you as the blonde began to shallowly thrust into your throat— the slick noises and Max’s stuttered breathing had your soaked cunt clenching on nothing. You bit back a whimper, breathing through your nose.

Your boyfriend watched you with pale eyes and an open mouthed smile. His hand slid to your cheek, giving it a pat. Max’s voice cut through the stagnant air, the low thrum of his music.

“Take me like you were born for it. Fuck- fuck babe, goddamn whore throat. That’s what you love, huh? Taking my cock like a dumb slut. Drooling. Cute.”

Your breath hitched, catching your breath again when he eased out. Your belly was a mess of knots, pussy throbbing with how fucking hot you were. The breaths through your nose grew sharp, frantic. Max’s big hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing at the sides.

“Tight, fucking hell, you’re squeezing me, fuck- hah, babe, riled up over some talk.”

He squeezed harder, you felt your vision begin to blur. Your hands scrabbled at your boyfriend, body thrumming as the lack of oxygen made pink and black swirl in your vision. Max shoved you down once more, gasping on a curse before spilling down your throat.

You watched your vision dim completely and ecstasy rolling up your spine before he let go, you reeling back coughing. Max watched you, eyes bright, his lips spread into a self-satisfied smirk.

He leaned forward, smoothing your mussed hair down as the deviant greedily drank your state. Shaking, sweaty, tears and snot and drool. Max grinned, thumbing your swollen lips. His voice softened a hair, thumb lazily tracing the puffy flesh.

“You came huh? Soaked your knickers in your garden dress from choking on cock? You’re so fucked up, you know that?”

He looked proud of you. You swallowed that sentiment down.

Max cupped your cheek. You instinctually leaned into it, wet eyes on him. Shame suffused your face with heat. Shame of how much you loved this. This being however Max Hastings had ripped into your brain and let loose something once unconscious.

Max always got what he wanted.

His voice dropped again in a simile of a coo, “Go clean up babe. No detours, right to my shower. Mum needn’t see that.”

Max’s lips grazed your ear as he whispered, “She still thinks you’re that prissy society girl. Go now, bun. Can’t have my family know I date a girl so easy.”

He grinned as you tucked him back in his trousers. You stood up and turned to the door, Max giving your arse a smack as you tugged the dress down, legs trembling. It wasn’t much longer after the door shut did Max come to follow along.

He taught you to be his pretty pet in the first place. Max was proud of how far you’d come along.

The neon pink light felt like the back of a club in Max’s ‘den’. You were behaving like someone found in the back of a club— lips stretched around his length, lashes teary as you bobbed up and down. One of your hands cupped his stones, the other gripping on Max’s thigh.

He was sprawled out, long legs stretched as the blonde lounged, blue eyes hazy and lidded, his pink lips curled up. Max hummed as his hand moved to your hair. Gentle at first. You hollowed your cheeks more, thighs trembling with growing arousal.

The smell of him, the stretch of your lips, how he sat on your tongue? Your hips squirmed helplessly as your neglected cunt ached. Your pretty dress was shucked up your thighs with every shift of your body.

Max’s long fingers got a handful of your hair and he pulled, hard. You whined around your boyfriend, eyes shutting as your hands shook and a hot spike of arousal hit your belly. Yet he kept pulling, pulling until you were off of him.

You blinked, eyes watery, lips slack and swollen as confused fell over your features. Max’s lazy expression shifted into something mocking. His voice dropped as he spoke, “I don’t need my mum seeing you on your knees like a common whore. Be quiet.”

You blinked, nodding as you rasped, “I’ll be quiet.”

Max gave you a smile and leaned back. He gestured towards his slick length and stones, “Alright, back to it then.” His grip guided you down onto the tip of him, leaking salty pre. You kitten licked at it, aching even more. Max scoffed, shoved you down further as you breathed in a timed manner, throat relaxing.

“No need for that grade school shit, you know what I need, babe,” he cooed, head falling back as the blunt head of his cock slid down your throat. Max huffed a breath, holding you until your nose hit trimmed light brown hair at the base of him.

You breathed through your nose, cunt dripping into your panties. Max’s grip on you released, only to relocate to the back of your neck, hand big and warm. Warmth flooded your body at the touch. You looked up through your lashes.

“Going to fuck that slutty throat of yours,” Max murmured, eyes dark with arousal. He squeezed your neck, adjusting you as the blonde began to shallowly thrust into your throat— the slick noises and Max’s stuttered breathing had your soaked cunt clenching on nothing. You bit back a whimper, breathing through your nose.

Your boyfriend watched you with pale eyes and an open mouthed smile. His hand slid to your cheek, giving it a pat. Max’s voice cut through the stagnant air, the low thrum of his music.

“Take me like you were born for it. Fuck- fuck babe, goddamn whore throat. That’s what you love, huh? Taking my cock like a dumb slut. Drooling. Cute.”

Your breath hitched, catching your breath again when he eased out. Your belly was a mess of knots, pussy throbbing with how fucking hot you were. The breaths through your nose grew sharp, frantic. Max’s big hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing at the sides.

“Tight, fucking hell, you’re squeezing me, fuck- hah, babe, riled up over some talk.”

He squeezed harder, you felt your vision begin to blur. Your hands scrabbled at your boyfriend, body thrumming as the lack of oxygen made pink and black swirl in your vision. Max shoved you down once more, gasping on a curse before spilling down your throat.

You watched your vision dim completely and ecstasy rolling up your spine before he let go, you reeling back coughing. Max watched you, eyes bright, his lips spread into a self-satisfied smirk.

He leaned forward, smoothing your mussed hair down as the deviant greedily drank your state. Shaking, sweaty, tears and snot and drool. Max grinned, thumbing your swollen lips. His voice softened a hair, thumb lazily tracing the puffy flesh.

“You came huh? Soaked your knickers in your garden dress from choking on cock? You’re so fucked up, you know that?”

He looked proud of you. You swallowed that sentiment down.

Max cupped your cheek. You instinctually leaned into it, wet eyes on him. Shame suffused your face with heat. Shame of how much you loved this. This being however Max Hastings had ripped into your brain and let loose something once unconscious.

Max always got what he wanted.

His voice dropped again in a simile of a coo, “Go clean up babe. No detours, right to my shower. Mum needn’t see that.”

Max’s lips grazed your ear as he whispered, “She still thinks you’re that prissy society girl. Go now, bun. Can’t have my family know I date a girl so easy.”

He grinned as you tucked him back in his trousers. You stood up and turned to the door, Max giving your arse a smack as you tugged the dress down, legs trembling. It wasn’t much longer after the door shut did Max come to follow along.

He taught you to be his pretty pet in the first place. Max was proud of how far you’d come along.

The shutter retracted up with a clatter, the three of you ducking in one by one before Kat dragged it back down to the floor, twisting the key at the bottom to lock it.

You coughed as you stood, the air thick with the faint smell of bleach and old lint. It was to be expected from a furniture store you supposed, especially one that didn’t get much movement from well.. anyone.

“Hey is there a light in here?” You spoke through the darkness, turning to catch the silhouettes standing behind you.

“This way.”

An arm hooked around your waist before you could answer, and through the dim light you made it out who it was. A scent of roses and cocoa butter covered the smell of pot, and the coolness of her bangles rubbed against your arm as Kat angled you both across the floor.

You made it a few paces to the back wall before a gold glow lit up from the far corner.

Bobby.

He fumbled with the string of an antique lamp, unwrapping the straps of his camera as he set it onto a nightstand, turning to face you both with a scrunch in his brow.

“Does Clark really sleep on these things? They’re fuckin’ hard.” His hand pressed into the mattress, shoving it up and down before it bounced back into his hand.

“Don’t complain about it now, it was your idea. And yeah.. he does..” Kat looked up at him with that familiar look of sarcasm, shrugging beside you as she swung the backpack from her arm and onto a dresser. Her arm reached into it, rummaging as you leant against the wood.

“Your manager sleeps in his own store?” She huffed a laugh at your quirked brow.

“He’s kind of.. down and out, it’s the only place he has right now.”

“Then where is he?”

“I’m not sure, out of town for something he’s gone crazy about, something he’s found apparently.”

She eventually pulled out a packet of ‘jiffy pop’ from the bag with a proud smile, “Right Im gonna get us actual food.”

Kat turned on her heel, placing a hand on your shoulder before giving it a squeeze.

“Don’t get into too much trouble.. and.. don’t let Bobby touch anything.”

Kat disappeared down the hall in search of the break room, leaving you standing in the middle of Clark's furniture store trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this was.

You had been lying in their apartment for hours before one of you, not that you could hardly remember, mentioned heading out. And after however long of wandering through town, the last glimpses of the sunset burning into the dark, you’d made it to Clark’s.

"Yeah if we don’t get arrested for a break in."

Bobby had already claimed an entire display bedroom for himself, setting it up for you all. The bed was wide, king sized it read from the poster, with deep blue sheets and off white pillows, discoloured it looked from that angle.

"Nah," he said, kicking off his shoes and throwing himself backwards onto the mattress. "This is basically a hotel."

"It’s a furniture store." You crossed your arms watching him with a squint.

"Exactly, free hotel."

The mattress bounced as he spread his arms dramatically with a smirk. Half of the lights had been switched off for the night, leaving the showroom glowing in soft amber pools, and somehow it actually made it look homely. Not the empty, stale place the three of you usually made fun of.

Your eyes wandered over the space, fighting a smile. The whole place felt surreal. Couches were arranged like fake living rooms, lamps casting warm circles of light, rows of untouched beds stretching into darkness, and the staircase behind you leading to the lower level. Not creepy at all.

You found yourself drifting where Kat had disappeared to. The three of you had been inseparable all evening, and lately it had only grown, like some undergrown strange tension that crept on you all slowly. Being friends for years would do that you supposed, but it always seemed as if there was more. Like gravity pulled you together just as you all had stayed close. The lingering glances, the casual touches that lasted a little too long, and some sort of feeling nobody seemed quite ready to put into words.

They’d been dating for two years, and you’d been happy for them, even remembered the exact day they’d came come from school in the late afternoon to your house just to tell you.

“So you’re together, together?” You leaned on the doorframe, eyes wide with excitement.

“Hell yeah.” Bobby’s arm slung around Kat’s shoulders with a proud grin.

“Not that this changes anything, he’s still an idiot, and you’re still my favourite.” Kat smirked at you.

“Hey—“ Kat swatted him in the stomach before grabbing onto you and ushering you outside into whatever left of the summer sun there was.

And she was right, it didn’t change anything at all. If anything it brought you all closer. There wasn’t anything unspoken, it was all out in the open and comfortable, except for one thing. How they had felt for you.

Bobby patted the spot beside him.

"Come test the merchandise." He spoke up, gesturing his head toward his hand.

"You sound like a salesman."

"I'm the best salesman Clark's ever had."

The thought made you laugh, yeah right.

You stepped forward anyway, the bed dipping beneath your weight as you kicked off your shoes and climbed on. Neither of you said anything at first, just laying a single arm length’s away as you realised he was right.

The mattress was hard, sticking into your back through the plump covers. Though it should have been expected, it’s a display. So much for getting high beforehand, you hadn’t through that far. So you made do with what you could, snagging the fur blanket from the end of the bed and tucking it behind you both.

The flicker of the TV box he’d angled into a chest of drawers, lit up your faces through the shadowed space, returns of old tv shows muffled in the background. And both of you were engrossed, staring into the flashing colours fading in and out.

You felt eyes on you after a while, staring into you from the side. Bobby had turned his head slightly, blue eyes burning into you, and you turned yours.

His grin had disappeared somewhere along the way, leaving only the twinkle in gaze, something you’d always noticed reserved for one other person. The one they reserved for eachother.

"You're staring." Bobby whispered dropping his head between you both teasingly.

"No I'm not." You kicked his leg lightly, shaking the buzz from your head, but it didn’t seem to lift, instead it grew, a shiver wracking the back of you spine.

"You are.”

"You started it.” The wood of the headboard creaked behind you as you braced your knees up, tucking them toward your chest.

That earned a laugh, a breathy one like the air had been punched from his lungs as he sat up, and then suddenly you were both laughing. The kind of laughter that came from being slightly high, and running entirely on bad decisions.

Bobby's shoulder brushed yours then, quick and tender, so quick it could have been ignored, but you were already heightened, alert to every movement around you. Neither of you moved away, his eyes flicking down briefly before returning to yours.

"Hey." He rasped softly, lips parted as he turned to rest onto his arm.

"Hey." You whispered back, swallowing thickly.

“Bobby I don’t think..”

You weren’t able to continue, to telll him it was a bad idea, that it was wrong, but before either of you could overthink it, he leaned in.

The kiss was soft. Tentative and warm, his lips brushing over yours with a desperate tenderness, and you almost melted into it, almost.

You jumped apart from him when you heard footsteps, catching the gaze of your best friend in your peripheral. Bobby only retracted, still ghosting your lips as he released the palm he’d placed on your cheek.

Kat appeared around the corner, standing beside the TV stand, carrying the popcorn in a bowl she’d somehow found. Her eyes darted to Bobby, then at you and then back to Bobby, a hand moving to her hip, and for a moment none of you said anything.

"...Seriously?"

“Kat I can—“ Your face burned.

Bobby immediately pointed at you, “Her fault.”

"My fault?" You whipped your head toward him.

"Absolutely." His face was unreadable, even if the smirk that pulled at his lips was far from innocent.

Kat stared for another second before letting out a laugh so hard the bowl of popcorn ruffled in her hands.

"You two are unbelievable. You couldn’t have waited for me?”

She tossed the bowl softly onto the bed and climbed onto the mattress beside you. You only stared at her, at both of them, eyes wandering where your heart hammered in your chest in a way you didn’t know how to feel. Shame? Guilt?

“Really I didn’t think—“ The words left your mouth before you could hardly speak, stumbling over them to explain.

“You have no idea how long we’ve waited to do that.” Kat cut you off gently, settling herself comfortable under the blanket.

Desire—

“You— uh, what?” Your head snapped up, and she just nodded, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth with a smirk, handing the bowl over to you.

We. The word lingered in your head, stirring your senses as if you’d been dreaming. But they only smiled at you, amused by the dumbfounded look on your face, as if all of it, their own agreement of you, had been common knowledge.

The three of you collapsed into a tangled pile of blankets and laughter, yours somewhat in disbelief. But even as the three of you rested back, Kat bumped her shoulder against yours.

"Move over."

You rolled your eyes and listened, shuffling over into the very middle of the bed, both of their leg’s sticking into yours from the sides. “Bossy."

"Always."

Bobby groaned dramatically as Kat stole half of the blanket, and with the minutes passing and him still busy complaining about the blanket theft, Kat glanced over at you and the playful expression on her face softened.

"Come here," she said quietly, beckoning you over with the pull of her fingers. And before you could ask what she meant, not that you bothered to question, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

She looked just as surprised as you felt when she pulled back, her hand splaying at your hip. Bobby blinked from behind you, grinning softly, leaning around you both where you could both see him.

"Oh, so we're all doing that now?"

Kat reached at her side and threw the pillow behind her back at him. The three of you dissolved into laughter again, and that time nobody seemed interested in pretending that nothing had happened.

Because there was something different underneath it all. Something shared between all three of you finally coming undone.

You shook your head, resting back into one another and staring mindlessly at the static buzzing from the television. The three of you must have passed another two blunts between you when the haze grew, thick and heady. The room contorting amongst you all into something more heated, as if the air had been sucked from the space entirely. A leg slid up against yours, and fingertips touched at your thigh.

Kat steadied her hand there as your breath stuttered, the cool air of Bobby’s exhale sifting right at the back of your neck. Your noses bumped then, rocking back and forth as your breaths mingled, lips ghosting through lidded eyes and exhilaration.

“Hey, you know we haven’t got to do anything you don’t want to.” She was breathless, brown eyes gazing into yours with careful consideration that washed all over your face.

“You want this?” You tilted to look at both of them, Bobby and Kat looked at each other over either side of you and meeting back to you, their hands curled around one another’s, “Uh.. yeah, more than anything..”

You nodded slowly, the breath catching in your throat, “Then I want to.” Your hand curled around Kat’s neck as she dipped back to kiss you, this time hungrier, her tongue sweeping across your lip, and inching you both back against the headboard.

“You’re so so pretty..” She mumbled into your lips with skin pressed against skin your tongues locking around each others and another pair of lips at your neck.

“Open up for me Angel..” Bobby called out to you, arm bending over your waist and snaking the t-shirt from on you. You retracted only for a moment, the material being pulled away and tossed over on the floor, revealing the swell of your breasts. Long, warm fingers tweaked your nipple before his body had bent over you, sucking one into his mouth. His tongue was hot against your the sensitive bud, swirling harshly until you moaned into Kat’s mouth.

One hand fell into his hair, threading through the fine blonde strands as you arched into the feeling, his hand staying gripped at your hip to keep you in place.

His own t-shirt rose over his head with one steady tug, reaching for your hand to put it against his skin, letting you feel him. You traced the warm planes of muscle, down his chest and to his abs, and further along the v of that dipped beneath his jean shorts. Bobby shuddered against you, pressing into your thigh, and trailing his fingers down your sides.

You watched them through the haze, a gentle buzzing in your fingertips and your chest. The high from the pot or them you couldn’t tell, and not that it mattered.

They pulled away only for a moment, impatient and needily, Kat’s arms rising on instinct as he helped her take the rest of her clothes off, sliding her shorts down the legs before her fingers worked at undoing his belt buckle, reaching to cup the bulge beneath his pants, already tented and aching. “Save it.. for next time baby.” She mumbled against his lips over you, and he groaned into the kiss with a slight nod.

Next time.

He shrugged the rest of his clothes off, leaving him only in his underwear, the hard line of his cock poking through the dark fabric. She rose beside him, the curve of her breasts shadowed beautifully in the golden light, and the tan flesh of her thighs curling over yours. The pressure swirled in your belly at the sight, arousal coating slick between your thighs.

Bobby settled behind you, an arm slipping around your waist as though he’d always belonged there, and the warmth of him at your back only made Kat’s presence in front feel more overwhelming. You shivered at the feeling, hands moving between the both of them as they settled.

Kat’s fingers brushed loose hair from your face before cupping your cheek, foreheads touching briefly, sharing a knowing smile that felt private despite the crowded tangle of limbs and blankets.

“There you are,” Kat murmured softly.

The attention from both sides left you breathless, almost unable to move if you couldn’t feel the thump of heartbeats and burning touch of skin.

Bobby’s chin stayed pressed to your shoulder, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips to keep you pinned between them. Kat’s mouth claimed yours again, her tongue sliding deep while her fingers pinched your nipple hard enough to make your back arch. Bobby’s cock dragged along the cleft of your ass, thick and hot, already leaking as he rocked forward in slow, deliberate thrusts that never quite pushed inside.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," he muttered against your neck, teeth scraping over the fresh mark he’d just sucked there. His tongue followed, licking the sting away before he dropped lower, body snaking further down the bed, spreading your thighs wider with his shoulders. The cool air hit your pussy, as he turned you onto your back, both pairs of eyes flicking between you he gave one long, filthy lick from your entrance to your clit, making your whole body jerk back against the ruffled sheets. He groaned into your cunt like he was starving, sucking your swollen clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, teasing two thick fingers through your folds.

Kat swallowed your broken moan, grinding her soaked pussy against your thigh. She grabbed your wrist and moved your hand between her legs. "Please.." Your fingers slid through her slick folds, her legs widening as two of them sunk knuckle-deep into her tight heat while your thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. She rode your hand with short, desperate rolls of her hips, her juices coating your palm as she panted into your mouth.

Bobby pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, fucking you with it in messy, wet strokes before he sucked your clit again, loud and obscene. Spit and your arousal dripped down his chin, his one hand keeping you spread open while the other stroked his cock in time with every thrust of his tongue.

"Taste so fucking good," he groaned, voice muffled against your pussy. Kat fluttered around your fingers as she came with a sharp cry, her thighs shaking and wetness gushing over your hand. She didn’t stop moving, she only kissed you harder, biting your lower lip while her fingers found your other breast and squeezed it into her hand.

Bobby clamped at your thighs, tugging you further down onto his mouth as you mewled, bucking your hips against his face while your fingers pumped in and out of Kat’s wetness, drawing all of you closer to your edge. He rubbed himself into the sheets, fucking himself through the rough fabric of his pants and into his palm desperately.

Moans filled the room of the empty store, so confined and warm, that all care for even being there had left your mind, filled with the haze of them fucking you. You felt the peak of your climax, falling over the edge with the burn of Kat’s whines into your neck and Bobby’s tongue.

“Fuck, make her come Bobby..”

Kat straddled your chest, knees planted on either side of your head, lowering herself onto your waiting mouth, grinding down with a breathy moan as your tongue pushed inside her. Your tongue and sucked at her swollen clit while she rocked against your face her brow pulled tight as she gripped the headboard. Her juices coated your chin and cheeks, as she rode you harder, Bobby’s face still buried between your spread thighs, tongue working in relentless, sloppy strokes.

He dragged the flat of it up through your soaked folds, circled your swollen clit, plunging back down to fuck into your dripping hole. Every lewd sound and moan echoed in the quiet room, his fingers digging into your ass, holding you open while he rode you through your high.

Your own climax hit fast and hard, crashing over your body in a wave and making you come with a muffled cry, your fingers tightening at Kat’s waist. Your thighs clamped around Bobby’s head as your pussy clenched and pulsed, fresh wetness flooding his tongue and he groaned into you, lapping it up greedily while his hips jerked against the mattress. The friction against his trapped cock was too much, “Fuck fuck fuck..” He came with a broken grunt after a few sloppy thrusts, hot cum soaking through his pants in thick spurts, his whole body shuddering between your legs.

Kat followed seconds later, her hips stuttering over your tongue as she came, grinding down hard, her thighs shaking on either side of your head. She cried out into her hand, gushing over your lips and chin, riding out every wave until she finally went limp. The golden strands of his hair fell into his eyes, his forehead rocked into your inner thigh as he finally let up, panting to catch his breath.

Her body fell down beside you, climbing from you carefully where the three of you collapsed together in the tangled sheets, a hazy sheen coating your bodies.

Kat slid to curl against your side, her face tucked into your neck, still breathing hard. Bobby crawled up behind you, pressing his sticky, cum-wet front to your back and wrapping an arm around both of you. His breath warmed your shoulder as he nuzzled closer. Kat’s fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach while Bobby’s hand rested heavy on your hip. No one spoke. Just the sound of slowing breaths and the quiet creak of the bed as you all melted into one another, warm and spent.

The three of you lay there, tucked and blissed out in a bed you shouldn’t have been in, veiled moonlight peeking through the thin shutters in the small glow of the showroom. Every buzz of the high eased off into a comfortable tiredness, as your breathing evened out.

“I think I need new shorts.” Bobby mumbled into your back, and you let out a short giggle hearing the smack against muscle from Kat’s hand reaching over. But none of you bothered to move, his shoulders shrugging, and the pair of them cuddling around you as his arm swung over you both.

So much for bad decisions. But secretly, none you hoped it would end. After all, it was just the beginning of something none of you were ready for.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Probably keeps a photo of you in his nightstand like he did with Andie for 'inspiration'. He wouldn't tell that to anyone but he also wouldn't hide what he does with it if you'd find it. Also he probably recorded you getting at it without your knowledge/consent. He'd also say it's just when he wants to jerk off but wouldn't stop himself to use it as blackmail.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he'd extra experienced. He had sex many times before with many girls and also wouldn't stop himself from cheating on you so he knows exactly how to have sex and how he can make you feel the best.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary with his hand on your throat cuz he likes to watch your face scrunch and everything while he fucks you probably would hit you with 'look at me when you cum on my cock' or something like that. Also doggy style, simply because how loves how he makes you scream into pillow and how your ass jiggle against his hips. Also bone prone cuz he envelops you whole or with your legs on his shoulder cuz he can go deeper. Doesn't really have a favorite - every one is good.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he's pretty serious, he's focused on getting himself off while making you go crazy. I feel like he'd throw some teasing or dirty talk in between though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he's pretty groomed. I like to think of Max as some kind of clean freak so he'd probably keep it neat maybe with a bit hair right by the hilt. No happy trail (sadly) or anything like that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not the most romantic when he doesn't have to. He is when he feels like you're pulling away and he need to make himself look better in your eyes so he'd be more romantic - lingering kisses and soft touches but if not then he'd more focused on the reaching the peak than the romantical aspect of the act.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Whenever he wants. He could do it from the mere boredom when he can't fall asleep in the evening. He jerks off to your photos/videos and doesn't mind doing it. Enjoy self pleasuring but still prefer to simply have you. Would complain about having to take care of himself when you're on your period/away but doesn't actually mind it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Chocking - I'm sure of it. He likes power, he likes control, he likes having the upper hand so with his hand around your throat he feels the best. Light bondage - like tying your hands with his belt or he'd even but those fuzzy handcuffs. He likes when you're on his mercy and cant really do anything. Squirting too ofc - it strokes his ego that he's able to push you that far that you'd squirt for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom or his car. But to him it doesn't really matter, he can get off anywhere. But I feel like he would prefer places when you're more comfortable in cuz that would mean you're more willing and it's more likely he'll get lucky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He doesn't really needs motivation. Anything and even a slight try to initiate things can get hm going. But he likes to see you in like super short pants. Likes to see your ass and you would probably be able to feel his gaze linger when you walk around in them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can take a lot but wouldn't like you taking full control or degrade him in any way. He likes dirty talk but if what you're doing or saying is even slightly degrading then he simply stops.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to receive more than he likes to give. Love to make your gag on it or just to watch you with mouthful of his cock. Is not opposite to giving but would do it on special occasions or if you really really begged him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Starts slow but hard, he's not slapping against your hips but his thrusts are firm even in the beginning. then he speeds up and straight ass pound into you. I feel like he'd stop right before you could come, stil and let the feeling fade just to start again.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A big fan and doesn't mind it at all. Sometimes even prefers it since he can just tug his pants down and have you instead of having to have foreplay and build up the atmosphere.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He does, as long as it's nothing that would he'd find offensive/degrading. Would try to manipulating you into something even if you wouldn't want to/hesitate to do something.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts pretty long - like three-four quickies and two-three longer sessions. It depends on what he's in mood in. If he just want to get off or satisfy himself then he'd go for a quickie and just get to the point like maybe 6/8 minutes. When he wants to drive you mad he'd deliberately stop when you both are about to come, wait and then start over so it can drag long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A gag or a handcuffs. No dildos or vibrators as long as it's not something from your collection, he personally wouldn't own them cuz he thinks that after all his dick does the job the best. And he'd not use any on himself, would think about cuffing himself but that would mean he's own your mercy and that's not something he'd want.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he's so unfair. He loves to tease you - either with words or with doing things. He'd probably finger you for so long just to see you needy and begging. Or stop right before you could come. He loves to tease you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groaning, not every thrust but pretty often. It's not loud though. Moans when he cums and it's a slightly louder moan of relief but he'd performative about it too sometimes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Is into filming/photographing you. If he'd not get a nude from you or have you agree to film when he fucks you he'd simply hide the camera so he can get a clip.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’d say like 6 or 7 inches (15,5 or 17 cm) (don’t you fucking dare comment 67). Thick enough to stretch but not hurt. I think he's also long with a dirty pink tip that turns darker the more he drags it out. He leaks sometimes, not a lot but enough to leave spots on his boxers if he doesn't take them off in time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

More often the better. This man is always willing and ready. Anytime you ask him is fine by him. So I'd say probably like four times a week with multiple rounds.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly but not without you by his side. He'd take care of you or wait for you to finish cleaning yourself up before having you lay down against him so you can go to sleep together.

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