Note: Okay I haven’t edited this at all, so Im sorry if there are mistakes. Also sorry that the ‘backstory’ is shitty, I wrote this in like an hour, plus i wrote the smut part first and then just wanted to post it for you guys 😂 Hope y'all enjoy! xx
(Y/n) (y/l/n) was quiet. She was that quiet, shy girl that always sat in the back of the classroom. You never raised your hand and you’d always worry the teacher would pick you to answer a question. Lyla was the popular one. She was beautiful, confident and everyone loved her. Blond hair, perfect body, and well- she was a pornstar. Of corse all the boys loved her. Yet she was your best friend and somehow, despite all your differences you got on like a house on fire. You were nervous when she invited you to a party at SAMCRO. Of course you wanted to go, God those bikers were sexy as hell, but you were.. you. You were the quiet one that no one ever talked to, and next to Lyla and her pornstar friends, you knew you didn’t stand a chance. It’s not that you were ugly. But you just weren’t.. them. They wore barely any clothes and you wore jeans and a singlet. They coated themselves in cheap perfume and spent hours on their make up and you had no idea what the fuck contouring meant. But you had to suck it up. You wanted to go and you wanted to hang out with your friend and as long as there was eye candy invlolved, you couldn’t really complain. The party was in full swing when you walked in and you gulped as you eyed the crow eaters dancing around in practically nothing. “Come oooooon!” Lyla said and dragged you into the crowd. You sighed and followed your friend. Seeing all these half naked girls had never made you feel more insecure, in your ripped jeans and black singlet. At least you had bothered to put on mascara, you thought to yourself. “(Y/n), this is Opie!” Lyla said and shoved you towards a large biker. He smiled down at you and you smiled back up at him. She continued to introduce you to the surrounding guys; Juice, Jax, Tig and Bobby. “Hey I didn’t know Lyla had friends that weren’t pornstars.” Juice said. Lyla rolled her eyes. “How do you know she’s not a pornstar?” Bobby answered. “I’m full of surprises.” You winked and you all laughed. Tig watched you closely and you blushed slightly under his gaze. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Lyla said and dragged you to the bar. An hour or two had passed and you headed for the bathroom. The night was going well so far, and different from what you had expected. You had spent the evening sitting with Tig, Bobby Opie and Lyla and you had gotten on well, laughing and talking together. The clubhouse was packed and you moved through the crowd, brushing shoulders with strangers. Eventually you made it to the bathroom and you closed the door behind you. After doing what you came to do you stared at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands. Suddenly the door opened behind you and Tig walked in. He stopped when he saw you and a playful look came over him. He was sexy, all in leather and God those eyes just did something to you. His hands were masculine and covered in rings and you wanted to know how it felt when they touched you. He leant against the wall and watched you as you dried your hands. “You know if you wanted to get me alone you coulda just asked.” He said. You laughed and turned towards him. “If I’m not mistaken, you are the one who followed me in here.” “Touché.” You smirked and wiped your hands in your jeans. “Something tells me you wanted me to follow you in here.” Tig said and stepped closer to you. “Is that so?” You asked with a raised eye brow. Tig reached out and locked the door before stepping towards you once more. “Mmhmm.” He nodded. He bit his lip and looked you up and down as he closed the gap between you. You breathed in his scent and your heart began to beat faster. Before you could more he leant forward and kissed your lips lightly. “But then again, maybe you’d rather be left alone.” You didn’t even hesitate. You dropped to your knees and tugged down his jeans, not even bothering with the zipper. Tig had tight black briefs on that were thin enough to make out the shape of his hardening length. You looked up into those blue eyes, now filled with shock and winked before kissing him through the fabric. “Oh Jesus.” You heard Tig whisper as he threw his head black and you smirked and ran your tongue along his length, still through the fabric. The heat from your breath and the saliva from your tongue made the fabric damp and you looked up to meet his eye as your fingered traced inside the waistband. He stared down at you, his bottom lip between his teeth and those blue eyes sparkling with arousal. You tugged the briefs down his thighs and let them fall to his ankles, your eyes widening slightly as you took in the full length of him. Tigs hand reached out and he placed it gently on your cheek. You smirked up at him and moved your head closer. You slowly licked a trail from base to the head and twirled your tongue around the tip. Tig gasped and you wrapped your lips around him before taking more of him in your mouth. Your head moved back and forwards along his length and with each move you took more of him in your mouth. Tig looked down at you, your cheeks hallowed and your eyes watering as he hit the back of your throat. But you didn’t gag, you just continued to pull him further into your mouth and Tig moaned in pleasure. His hands wrapped into your hair, his rings tangling into the strands and he pulled it into a ponytail, guiding you up and down his cock. You pulled back, letting him leave your mouth with a pop and you licked your lips and gently grabbed his cock with your hand. You licked along the underside of him and kissed the tip softly. “Good girl,” Tig moaned and you smirked and licked along his length once more. He loomed over you, dominant and he had a wild look in his eyes. He placed his hand under your chin and lifted it til you were looking at him. He continued to lift, gesturing for you to stand and you obeyed. You came to your feet and Tig was quick to press his lips against yours. His hands grasped at your hair, taking it in handfuls and he kissed you hungrily. You moaned into his mouth which only seemed to make him want you more. He pulled back from you and licked his lips slowly, his eyes running over your body hungrily. You felt the slightest pressure on your hips as he placed his fingers there, brushing the cool metal of his rings against the skin between your jeans and your top. “Are you a good girl?” Tig asked you. You bit your lip, feeling his fingers move lightly back and forth over your skin. “I try to be.” You whispered and ran your hands up his chest, and grasped the leather on his shoulders. He arched his neck and leant towards you and you felt the heat of his breath on your neck. “I think your a bad girl,” Tig said. You shivered as you felt his lips trace ever so slightly across the skin of your neck. He pulled his head back slightly and smirked at you before pressing his lips against yours. You moaned, letting your mouth open and he slid his tongue inside. The kiss was different to the one before, like you were at his mercy now, like you were his and he slid his hands around you, grabbing your ass and squeezing tightly. He’s not shy in the way he moves his lips with yours and you taste the cigarettes and whiskey on his tongue. His pants are still around his ankles and and you can feel his length pressing against you as he pulls you closer to him. Suddenly he pulls back from you and you bite your lip as he pulls his body away too. His eyes are filled with lust and he stepped back to look at you. You lifted your shirt above your shoulders and let it fall to the ground before reaching behind you and unclipping your bra. Tig stroked himself as you let your bra fall to the floor and his eyes burnt into your bare chest. He steps closer to you once more, looming over you all black leather and he reaches out and grabs the back of your neck. His movement was rough but gentle enough to not hurt you and you almost whimpered at his touch. Your fingers tangled in his black curls and you felt his hands explode your breasts. He squeezed your breasts and took a nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently before massaging them once more. He’s kissing you with such force that you stumble backwards slightly til you feel yourself hit the sink. Tig ripped his lips away from yours and kissed down your neck, sucking hungrily at the skin and you moaned as he nipped gently, leaving a trail of bruises along your collar bone. He lowered his mouth and sucked at your breast, making you gasp. His hips pressed into you, his erection pressing against your abdomen and you lifted yourself up slightly so you were sitting on the edge of the counter. You moan at the touch of his tongue licking over your hardened nipples and you wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. You grasp at his hair, tugging gently at the black curls and he digs his fingers into your hips. Your pussy was wet for him, dampening your panties and you ground your hips, letting the fabric of your jeans run against him. Tig growled and pulled back from your breasts. His fingers grabbed at your jeans and he tugged them down your body. He eyed the red panties covering your pussy and he licked his lips. He moved to stand between your legs once more and you wrapped them around him and grabbed at his leather, pulling his lips to yours. Tig ran his hand between your bodies and you feel his thumb run against your clit through the fabric. A load moan left your lips and suddenly the hand that was on your pussy is pressed to your mouth. “Keep it down,” He ordered. You nodded and he lifted his hand and stroked your cheek gently. “Are you gonna be a good girl?” He asked you and he pressed his erection against your inner thigh. You bit your lip, fighting the moan wanting to escape you and nodded. His hand traced your cheek and his tongue stroked your lips gently. You wrapped your mouth around his thumb and sucked gently. Tig growled and moved his free hand down to his pussy, leaving his thumb in your mouth. He traced along your slit and you whimpered slightly. He met your gaze and you stared into them as he rubbed your clit through your panties slowly. “That feel good?” He asked you. His finger slid beneath the fabric and between your folds, feeling your wetness and you moaned against his thumb in your mouth and nodded. He pulled his hand away from your face and pushed your legs open wider, his eyes looking hungrily at your pussy. Gently he lifted your panties and pushed them to the side, exposing your wetness to him. Tig licked his lips and ran his finger through your folds once more. You whimpered slightly as his fingers ran over your clit and back to your core and he teased you with his fingertips. He stares at your pussy in awe before sinking to his knees before you. His lips kissed your folds softly and you moaned as you felt his tongue slide between them. His tongue circled your clit and you bit your lip, fighting the moans that threatened to escape you. He licked at you hungrily and slid a finger inside you. You could feel him moan against your clit, causing vibrations on his tongue and you couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure as he pumped his finger inside of you. You grabbed at his hair, holding him to you and you moved your hips slowly back and forth, grinding yourself against his lips. Another finger slid inside you and he pumped ten expertly, rubbing against your g spot with each move. His tongue ran laps around your clit and heat began to build within you. “Tiggy!” You moaned as you felt yourself reaching the edge. Tig growled and moved his tongue faster, pumped his fingers faster and you squirmed, tugging gently at his hair. You moaned again and suddenly you were trembling, waves of ecstasy floating over you as you come. Tig lapped at your juices, his fingers still pumping inside you and your legs shook. He let you ride out your high, his tongue lapping up all of you and slowly he pulled back from you and licked his lips. You were panting and he stood and kissed you gently, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You met his eye and you gulped at the hunger and lust that filled his gaze. He was no where near finished with you. He pulled you off the sink and turned you around, making you look at yourself in the mirror. You bit your lip and looked at your reddened cheeks, your ruffled hair and your almost naked body. Tig pressed himself against your back and massaged your breasts as he kissed your neck roughly. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, letting him take control of you. His cock pressed against your ass and you knew he must be desperate to come now. His hands left your breasts and trailed down your hips and he reached between the two of you and squeezed your ass cheeks, separating them slightly. He pulled down your panties and let them fall to your ankles. You laid your hands on the edge of the sink and leant forward slightly, letting him see more of your ass. Tig growled and slapped your cheek hard making you gasp. He rubbed the reddening skin before slapping it once more but this time you moaned. You felt his hand cup your pussy and you bit your lip. “This pussy is mine now.” He growled and you nodded. “It’s all yours Tiggy.” He grabbed his hard cock and pressed it against your entrance, circling it slowly. “So wet for me, baby girl.” You moaned and arched your back, pushing your ass towards him. Tig smirked and pushed himself into you slowly. A low moan left your lips as his length slid inside you slowly, stretching you. He pulls back slowly and enters you once more and you arched your back once more. Tig grasped your hips and pushed himself further into you. You whine as he leaves you and you hear him chuckle slightly behind you. Suddenly he pushed into you once more, harder than before and he leaves you breathless. Your knuckles are white as you clutch at the sink and he pounds into you relentlessly. Moans leave your lips as he slaps against you and you can feel your juices running down your thighs. “Your so tight for me baby,” Tig growls. You whined and arched your back and his hand leaves your hips and he gently wraps it around your throat. He meets your eye in the mirror and you nod, allowing him to squeeze your throat tighter as he fucks you hard. His thrusts pound into you and he moves his free hand between your legs. His fingers rubs circles at your clit and his cock slams into you even harder. You moan at the double sensation and Tig squeezed your neck tighter. “You gonna come for me babygirl?” Tig breathed in your ear. His grip on your throats loosened and you moaned as he rubbed at your clit faster. “Fuck! Tig!” You moaned. He slammed into you harder. “You gonna come all over my cock?” He growled. He continues to slam inside of you and he rubs at you. “I wanna feel you come on my cock baby girl.” Tig growled in your ear. His hand moved back to your neck and squeezed gently. You grip the hand between your legs, but he keeps rubbing and rubbing and a loud moan leaves your lips. Your body trembles and your walls clench around him and you feel yourself become wetter. Your still coming as he finishes fucking you and he slams into you once more before he releases himself, filling you with his heat and he bites into your shoulder with a groan. He comes down slowly, your breaths mingling as he rests his head against your back. Your legs are still trembling and you clutch at the sink to keep your balance. He pulls out of you and you dress yourselves in silence. Once you’ve pulled your shirt back on you lean against the wall and stare at the ceiling, somehow still breathless. Tig stands in front of you and he placed a hand either side of you in the wall. You lower your gaze from the ceiling to meet his eye and you blush slightly. His blue eyes shine as they look at you with adoration and he runs his hand over his face. “You really are full of surprises.”
i went outside today hoping i’d feel something. my body’s weak, it gave up on me. this time i don’t think i’m gonna get out from what i’m underneath. it’s hard to believe another day of rain has come and gone.
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ur smut is amazing could you do a malec or pynch fic where they make a sextape?
not gonna lie, as a film student i’m kind of proud of Ronan
It was possible that Ronan had come up with the most
brilliant idea in human history.
Ronan suggested it, nonchalantly and when they were with the
rest of their friend group so Adam couldn’t outwardly freak out, almost a week
ago, a month after Adam had cemented the date he’d be moving into his dorm and
a little less than a month after Ronan had come up with the idea. Adam, let’s make a sex tape before you
In that moment, Adam did not react except for a quirked
eyebrow (and perhaps a fair amount of blushing). He was interested, at least.
That was enough encouragement for Ronan; throughout the following week he
gently wheedled and whined, preaching to Adam his deep interest in the subject
and stoically enduring Adam’s refusals: You
know I’ll visit often. What if Noah or Gansey sees it? You don’t even know how
to use a tv, Ronan.
But he hadn’t yet said
It was Thursday night. Gansey and Blue had gone with Henry
to a drive-in movie the local library was hosting, the invitation to which
Ronan had turned down with an amount of scorn so lethal Gansey had banned him
from being within ten feet of Henry until the foreign add-on recovered. Opal
was sleeping over with Noah at Monmouth and Adam was working late, so Ronan
spent the evening leisurely and lovingly doing his chores around the barns
while Chainsaw flapped around him and he later fell asleep on the worn couch in
the dusty moon-lit living room.
He woke to a text from Adam. You up? Ronan’s glaring phone screen told him it was just after
Ronan propped his elbows and chin on a pillow and typed out
a reply with some difficulty, as his brain was still sleep stupid and his eyes
unfocused. Always. you coming to the
Adam’s reply was instantaneous. do you have that camera with you?
Ronan’s heart surged. Yes, he had the camera.
Adam must have assumed, because Ronan’s phone chimed again
before he could type a reply. I’m on the
I trained, and trained, and trained. I never got to be a normal teenager, out there in the real world. Then
they threw me one quest, and when I came back, it was like, ‘Okay, ride’s over. Have a nice life.’
author’s note: so im typing this on my phone but I will go back later to edit this and make it less shitty. long live issac lahey even though he isn’t “gone”. sorry if this is on ur dash and it’s very long to scroll through.
Prompt: the reader saves issac from a the impending doom of bullies. fast forward one bite later, suddenly he doesn’t seem to need help anymore.
Nonchalantly, you back up against your locker and watch as Jackson shoves a boy into the boy’s locker room, with a few other jocks chuckling and following behind.
You barely catch a small glimpse of the boy with a black eye, bruise on his right arm, dry blood on his lip, and a scar on his cheek.
"Do you know him, Scott?“ You nod your head at the broken boy being pushed into the locker room.
"Yeah, Issac Lahey… oh shit.” Scott mutters before jumping up quickly and running into the boys locker room.
“You gave me the truth today, so I’ll share mine: even if it meant us being friends again, I don’t think I would want to go back to how it was before—who I was before. And this…” He jerked his chin toward the scattered crystals and the bowl of water. “I think this is a good change, too. Don’t fear it.”