the paint is still wet

60. “Can you guys just fuck already?”

Albert and Finch have been hiding their crushes on one another for years.

Yet everyone knows… everyone except them.

At Katherine’s pool party, both boys are doing a terrible job of hiding the way that they keep watching one another.

Race is the one who says what everyone’s thinking.

“Jesus. H. Christ!” he shouts as he closes up the tanning board that he really didn’t need. “Can you two just fuck already?”

The party goes dead silent as everyone stops and looks at Finch and Albert, both of whom were definitely not checking out each other’s swimsuits.

It’s Albert who breaks their staring and looks at Kath’s pool house.

“You, uh, want to talk in there?”

Finch nods wordlessly as he tries to subtly follow Albert to the small building.

It’s actually well decorated for a place meant mostly for maintenance.

Closing the door behind him, Finch was scared to turn around. “Albie… We don’t have to- I mean, Race was just talking out of his ass-”

His rant against their mutual friend was cut off by Albert pulling Finch in by the towel around his shoulders, smashing their lips together.

Whatever words were on Finch’s tongue died as he slid it against Albert’s in a cathartic sort of release.

As the two of them press up against one another, they let their shorts drop to the floor.

“A-Ah, Fi…”

Finch has their cocks in his hand, jerking them off together as they kissed feverishly.

It’s only when Albert pushes Finch against the wall that they find their release.

Most of it ends up on Finch’s hand, but a stray shot flies up onto Albert’s chest.

They laugh it off as they catch their breath.

“I doubt Kath will let us back in the pool after this,” Albert murmured, his breath ghosting over Finch’s neck. “Want to go back to my place instead?”

Finch nods before kissing him on the cheek. “Fuck yeah, Albie…”

As they leave the pool house, Katherine muttered something about the deep cleaning that they’ll have to do.

Never let it be said that Davey didn’t know how to get what he wanted.

And being upfront with Jack was usually for the best- coy euphemisms sometimes went over his head.

Which is how they ended up sprawled out on the former’s bed, one of Davey’s legs hooked over Jack’s shoulder and the other stretched to the side, allowing the other boy full access to him.

“Just like that,” Davey sighed, his hand gently but firmly keeping Jack’s head in place as the latter ate him out.

Jack had one hand shoved into his own pants, the other stroking Davey’s clit in time with his licks.

Even when Davey tapped out a warning, Jack continued to stimulate him through his orgasm, his moans muffled by Davey’s skin.

Elmer swore that he was going to hang up the mirror he bought for his bedroom.

But when JoJo pushed him onto the bed, high off the thrill of a New York Rangers win, all thoughts of rearranging the furniture disappeared.

It probably had to do with Elmer wearing JoJo’s lucky jersey.

Indeed, it was the only thing he was wearing as JoJo fucked him from behind, slapping his ass and grabbing the reddened, bruised flesh.

“You look so fucking good, baby,” JoJo growled, pulling Elmer’s hair back to force him to look at his reflection. “Taking me, letting me fuck you, my good luck charm.”

As JoJo pounded away at the spot that made him see white, Elmer had only one coherent thought.

There were two relevant things that Davey knew about Spot before they started hooking up.

One: Spot was trans.

Two: Spot had a very active sex life.

Still, it didn’t occur to Davey that this would result in Spot having a collection of toys and equipment for said sex life.

So during their first night together, it catches him by surprise to see just how many different toys Spot has when he opens up a drawer to get some lube.

“Do you actually use all of these on a regular basis?” Davey asks, his lust giving way to genuine curiosity as he holds up a dual-pronged vibrator.

Spot shrugs in amusement as he takes out a set of beads on a string. “What can I say? I like having options. And so do my partners.”

They end up swapping positions so that Davey is kneeling in between Spot’s legs, kissing him as they experiment with the toys in the drawer.

It does something for Spot’s ego to see how eager Davey is to please him, whether it be through teasing his clit with a vibtator or using his tongue at the same time as the toys.

wc: 400 | rated: E | cw: recreational drug use | tags: pre-relationship, sex toys, size queen Steve Harrington | AO3

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Steve hasn't been able to form words for a while now—it feels like the gigantic, sparkly dildo he'd fallen in love with earlier that day is in his lungs and he's only halfway down.

“m’gonna make you a star.”

james adjusts the lens of his camera, zooming in on the new boy’s lips, catching the way he darts his tongue out to taste the gloss. the younger boy nervously giggles underneath him, resting back on the bed on his elbows, batting his eyelashes. james’ eyes are wide above him, a wide grin on his face. “gonna make you a real fuckin’ star.” he repeats, his knee lowering down on the bed as he positions the camera right, grabbing the other boy by his jaw. “look here, sweets, ‘n’ tell us your name and age, hm?”

Ever since I got that lovely anon asking for the best smut I've ever read, it got me thinking about some of my favorite smut creators in general.

So here is a very non-exhaustive list of fan-fucking-tastic smut writers and artists I've come across in the HP fandom that weren't mentioned (shamefully) in my last batch. Feel free to add to the list! We must keep the people fed.

xoxo go take a sip of cold water girl

James loved the way his name fell from Regulus' lips, the way his eyes closed and his mouth parted automatically when James tilted up his chin.

He loved when Regulus moaned into a kiss. Or when Regulus pulled a pillow over his face to muffle the sounds, or when he would bite James' shoulder to keep from making any noise. Or when they used a silencing charm and he made a lot of noise.

James loved everything about Regulus, his coy smile that turned soft when James placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his always accessing eyes that turned half-lidded and unfocused whenever James touched him.

He loved the way Regulus seemed to melt into his arms, like it was physically difficult to hold himself up.

Because Merlin did James love to hold Regulus up.

He loved to hold him by his hair... by his legs wrapped around James' waist... by his throat... by his chest when James took him from behind-

James loved Regulus' hands, how long and slender his fingers were, his perfectly shaped nails that were always coated in black polish. He loved the way his hands wrapped around James. How his fingers looked pressing into the bed sheets.

He loved how his knuckles turned white from their grip on the rope that bound his wrists together. And gods would he spend hours staring at the marks his nails would leave on James' back.

James loved his scent, the way he smelled drove James feral. Sometimes it was deep and musky, the smell of sweat and dirt from quidditch practice that always meant Regulus' muscles were sore. (Which James had no problem helping him relax.)

Sometimes his scent was sweet and delicate, the smell of the perfume James had given him as a gift, it usually meant they were going someplace nice, (And James still had no problem tearing off those expensive clothes the moment they locked the door behind them)

Sometimes he smelled clean, like soap and coconut shampoo, this was usually straight after a shower, which meant James was most likely about to get very lucky.

James loved everything about him. The way he walked, hips swaying and chin held high. He loved the way he talked, no-nonsense in public but sexy and low in James' ear. He loved the way he dressed, always so fashionable and particular, leaving the more revealing clothes for James' eyes only.

James loved everything about Regulus.

The first time was sort of sloppy, Steve could tell as it happened that it wasn’t going to be the best time it ever happened but it was still a fun fuck. The guy, not someone Steve knew well, kept pulling Steve’s hair, which was nice but also kept whispering in his ear, which was not nice. 

It was you know… fine. He spent a while talking about it with Robin and trying to figure out if it was actually weird or just something Steve didn’t like. The jury was still out on that one.

The second time was much better, Steve figured out what he liked from the first time and, this one, a guy from one of the bars he and Robin frequented, bent Steve over the bathroom sink and ploughed into him until they were both sweaty and cumming. It was hot as fuck and Steve very much enjoyed that. 

After that, it calmed down, every time after that was with a boyfriend that Steve only really dated for a few weeks and then dumped. Robin would sigh each time he brought a guy home and ask him how long he thought they were staying around. Steve was never really sure how to answer that. It could be one night or it could be a few weeks, either way, it still meant something to Steve. 

He meets Eddie at a bar. Not really looking for anything but Steve dances with him and is just enamoured with the level of loser that Eddie exudes. He liked how Eddie didn’t think about those watching him and just… danced the way he liked or said the silly things he thought of. It was refreshing and Steve found it to be so real that he had to ask Eddie out. 

He didn’t fuck Eddie on the first date. 

Robin asked, jokingly, if he was sick. Steve laughed but he made sure to tell Robin that he really liked Eddie. There was something different about this. It wasn’t like something he wanted to last a few weeks. This was something Steve wanted for a while. Though he really wasn’t sure how to get it anymore. It had been a while. 

Steve didn’t really expect Eddie to be incredible or anything. Just normal. Like, normal sex. Just average. Every single person couldn’t fuck incredibly every single time. That was just basic common sense. 

Steve was very much wrong in that regard. 

Eddie was kind the first time, patient and slow and oh so sweet. Steve liked it but… well… it was just what he was thinking it’d be. Average. 

The second time, Eddie scruffed his hands in Steve's hair and shoved his head into the mattress, his voice gruff as he fucked Steve with calculated thrusts. He hadn’t been expecting it and Steve came the hardest he’s ever cum in his life. 

He asked Eddie about it, what had changed between the first time and the second time. 

Eddie shrugged slightly, naked in bed, his arm wrapped around Steve’s shoulder and Steve curled up against his side. “Dunno, it just seemed right. Should I have asked… was it bad?”