Actually, words wouldn’t be able to describe the way my body felt after watching Dean lean back and practically stretch out on that stupid mechanical bull for the whole damn world to see.
My heart fluttered uncontrollably inside my chest. My body went hot all over. I clenched my thighs together as my mind conjured up sinful thoughts of him and me on that fucking thing he was mounted on.
I bit my lip, my fingers itching to go and touch him. He looked so peaceful up there. So carefree. So happy. Would I be a bitch if I imposed on such a private moment?
God knew how much I loved the man, and to watch him be himself, something that I hadn’t seen in such a long time, it made me so fucking happy.
“Fuck it,” I breathed to myself as I bit my lip and slowly walked over to Larry and Dean. It was now or never, either wise I’d chicken out and I’d shove all of my feelings into a tiny drawer in the back of my mind.
His eyes were closed when I reached him so he had no idea that I was even there. Thank god, I thought to myself as I inched forward, my heart beating rapidly fast against my rib cage.
I stood right in front of his head and with one final nod, I grabbed the side of his face with both hands, ignoring the immediate snap of his opening eyes before I bent down and captured his lips with mine.
He lay there, unmoving as our mouths touched for more than a moment. When I pulled away, my face hot and beyond embarrassed that his eyes were still opened while I kissed him, he frowned.
Uhm…“ I began but Dean had straightened up on the bull and hopped off, his face still holding that serious frown. He walked over to me, reaching up his hands to hold my face, and before I knew it, his lips were connected to mine and he was kissing me with twice the effort I had put into the first one.
He pushed me back with his body until my back hit the wall at the side of the bar. His lips were passionate. Urgent. A low growl erupted from his throat as his hands slid down my back and grabbed a handful of my ass, pressing me against him.
“You have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” he mumbled against my skin as he trailed his lips down my throat. “Too fucking long.”
Breathless gasps left my lips as I threaded my fingers through short dark blonde strands. This was actually happening. I was literally kissing Dean against a wall. Fuck…yesss…
He pushed his leg in between mine, rubbing his knee against me and I let out a moan. “Maybe we should get out of here,” I breathed, hiding my face in his neck.
Dean didn’t need to be told twice. After kissing me breathless one last time, he took my hand and nearly hauled me across the bar toward the exit.
We hardly made it inside the car. It was a damn good thing Dean didn’t park under the lamp post. But to be quite honest, I honestly didn’t care where he had parked. All that mattered was that Dean was right here.
In between my legs.
Fucking making me moan and scream out his name like a fucking prayer.
I friggin stared at this gif for a long time. It’s one of my personal favorites and Arie, you killed me with it! @bringmesomepie56,* hope you like this babe!!!
Imagine going to a SAMCRO party with your friend but she ditches you so Tig starts telling you bad pickup lines. You start one-upping him with worse ones and you end up having a good time.
You downed another mouthful of your beer and glanced around the room. You didn’t want to come to this stupid party, yet you let your friend drag you along anyway.
“Come to the party with me!” she had exclaimed. “It’ll be fun! Hot bikers and free booze; what’s not to love?”
So you went, despite being so completely over this whole week and all of the social interaction that went with it. ‘Why the hell not?’ you’d though. You’d have beer and your friend, it wouldn’t be that bad.
It was that bad.
The moment you had arrived she found some guy (a biker with a Scottish accent and scars on his face) and they’d spent a while making out before disappearing into one of the dorm rooms. It didn’t take a genius to know what was going on and it’s not like you were going to stop her; she hadn’t gotten laid in a while (to be fair, neither had you but it’s not exactly like you were putting yourself out there right now and you were worth more than a cheap hook-up) so you’d let her have her fun before you knocked down the door to let her know you were leaving.
You were staring so intently into your beer bottle that you didn’t notice a body take up the wall space beside where you were leaning. You shifted on your feet, one leg getting sore, and nearly jumped out of your skin when the body cleared their throat.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, love,” he said. You were taken aback by his blue eyes and you wanted to run your fingers through his hair. “I dropped something around here, have you seen it?”
“Uhh,” it took you a second to find your voice; all sense left your mind when you laid eyes on the handsome man beside you. You cleared your throat and shook your head to yourself, internally telling yourself to get it together. “Sorry, what is it that you dropped?”
A smirk made its way onto his -kissable- lips. “My jaw because you are gorgeous!”
You rolled your eyes despite the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Was this guy seriously flirting with you, albeit badly? You glanced down his body, your eyes raking over the jeans that pulled tight over his thighs and the button-up that hugged his chest perfectly. You decided, as you not-so subtly checked him out, that you wouldn’t mind a cheap hook-up if it was with this guy. Still, he wasn’t getting it that easily.
“Has that one ever worked?” you asked, genuinely curious.
His smirk broadened into a smile that sent your heart into a frenzy. “My body is telling me yes; I hope yours is saying the same thing.”
You cracked a smile that mirrored his. “You gotta try harder, buddy.”
“Well what if I asked you for a map?” He asked. You shot him a sceptical look and asked why he needs a map. “Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Was his reply.
You hid your face in your hands to cover your blush. “I should’ve seen that coming.”
“Hey, have you ever realised that ‘screw’ rhymes with ‘me and you’?” he asked.
A laugh erupted from your lips, loud and gleeful. You weren’t sure if it was the beer, the bad pickup lines or just this guy’s company that made you feel so happy, but whatever it was you liked it.
“Please,” you said once you had calmed down, wiping at your watery eyes. “You don’t think those lines are going to work on me, do you?”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head, the smile never leaving his face. “But it finally got you to smile.”
You felt your blush deepen at his words. “Are you going to tell me your name or are you just going to keep hitting on me?”
“My name’s Tig,” he said. “You should remember it because you’ll be screaming it later tonight.” He finished with a wink.
You finished off your beer, needing the liquid courage, and shamelessly flirted back.
“You have a nice smile,” you told him.
“Yeah?” He asked, eyeing you closely.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m sure it’s the second-best thing you could do with that mouth.”
He barked a laugh. “Is that a challenge? Because I can think of at least three things I can do with my mouth that are better than smile. Oh, and can you tell your tits to stop looking at my eyes?”
“Maybe we should make out so I can see if you taste as good as you look?” You countered. His blue eyes were looking at you with an intensity that was making heat pool inside you.
“You know they say you are what you eat; I could be you by morning!” He shot back.
You squeezed your thighs together; just the thought of his face between your legs, his tongue teasing you, was making you hot.
“You make me hotter than the bottom of my laptop.” You said, staring him straight in the eye.
“Do you have a licence? Because you’re driving me crazy.”
There was a small pause and then the both of you doubled over in fits of laughter. The party was in full swing around you, but you could care less as you and Tig laughed, enjoying each other’s company. When you got here tonight you didn’t expect to have such a good time, especially not with someone as good looking as Tig.
You heard his laughs die down and then his lips were on yours before you could ask him why. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in closer. You felt a hand snake behind you and come to rest on the skin of your lower back beneath your t-shirt. His hand was hot against you and a rush of pure want flooded throughout your body.
You parted your lips enough to let Tig’s tongue enter your mouth, exploring every inch of it slowly and sensually. A whine escaped the back of your throat and the hand on your back squeezed. You took Tig’s lip between your teeth, biting down just enough to make Tig moan.
“Tiggy,” you whispered, breathless. “Take me to bed.”
The blue-eyed man nodded quickly before slinging you over his shoulder and marching down the hall toward the dorms. You barely had time to rethink what you were doing before you felt yourself being thrown onto a bed and then there was a warm body hovering over you.
Lips found their way to your neck and you bucked your hips up into Tig’s half-hard member as he sucked on your pulse point. Using one hand to hold himself up, Tig ran the other up your leg from shin to thigh and grasping your bare leg to hook it around his torso. You locked your ankles behind his back, pressing his crotch firmly against yours, and ran your hands through his curls. He mewled against the skin of your neck, pressing a soft bite there before pulling back to admire his handy work. The smirk on his face told you that it was a big mark, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care right now.
His calloused hands pushed your t-shirt up to your neck, exposing your lace-covered breasts to him. He licked his lips hungrily and pushed your bra down so that your perky breasts popped free. A loud moan escaped you the moment he attached those luscious lips to your hard nipple, a free hand coming up to pinch and tease the other. The heat in your nether regions was becoming unbearable and Tig’s denim covered erection pushing against your thin skirt wasn’t helping.
You pushed against Tig’s hard chest. He took the hint and backed up off of you. You sat up only to tear off his kutte and top, then push him back down and straddle his hips. You tugged your own shirt off and tossed it aside, following with your bra, and leaned down to kiss him once more. Your naked chests were flush up against each other and you could feel him growing even harder beneath you. As you kissed, you let your hand wander between your bodies to the zipper of his jeans. You popped the button and undid the zip so you could push the denim down his hips (you flushed when you felt that he wasn’t wearing underwear) until his leaking cock sprung free. You broke the kiss to sit up more and watch as you wrapped a hand around the base and slowly stroked.
Tig smirked up at you. He could feel your need soaking through your panties and it was only turning him on more. He reached up, not wanting to stop your actions, and took your tits into his hands, squeezing and pinching until you were almost begging for more. One of Tig’s hands left your chest and you let out a whine at the loss. He removed your pre-cum slicked hand from his member so he could have better access to your dripping pussy. Without bothering to remove your skirt, he pushed your panties aside and slid a finger inside you. You rocked against his hand, his hand rubbing your swollen clit. He added another finger and started to scissor you, opening you wide for him. His fingers curled inside you and found your g-spot with a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out.
“Oh God,” you moaned lowly and begged; “fuck me, Tig.”
Tig eyes widened and then closed. He cursed under his breath before replying. “I don’t have a condom.”
You only hesitated for a moment before letting the drunker part of you take control. “I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine.”
That was all the convincing he needed to push his jeans further down his thighs and line his tip up with your soaking entrance. You steadied yourself with a hand on his chest and sank down onto him, groaning at the feeling of being so full. He let out a sting of cuss words at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him. Without missing a beat, you started sliding up and down his long member, Tig watching as he disappeared into you and started to thrust to meet your hips.
Tig was mesmerised; from the way your breasts bounced to the hair that clung to the sweat on your forehead to the way your skirt was hiked up your hips, he couldn’t take his eyes away. He wanted more of you and secretly hoped that you would swing by the MC more often from now on.
Your moans turned to needy whines and cries when Tig angled his thrusts just right. Hands came up to grip your hips and hold you to him as he pounded mercilessly into your tight heat. You knew you would have bruises from his fingertips tomorrow, but you were glad that you’d have some proof this wasn’t all just a really great dream.
Your head fell back as you let out even more obscene noises, unintentionally pushing your chest closer to Tig’s face. Taking the opportunity, the biker bridged the gap and started to suck and nip at your tits. You could feel him moving inside you and his beard scratching your skin, you could smell the beer and cologne on his skin, you could hear the party raging on outside and even a few people getting it on in the other rooms. You glanced at the bedroom door, remembering it was unlocked and a wave of excitement shook you at the thought of someone walking in on you.
You slowly slid a hand down your stomach, over your skirt and into your panties to rub yourself. You felt Tig’s mouth water at the sight.
“Mmm, yes baby,” he groaned, looking down at the way your hand was working your clit. “Touch yourself for me, give me a show.”
You did as he asked, rocking your hips into your hand as you pinched and rubbed and gave Tig’s hard on a few tugs.
“Fuck, Tiggy I’m close!” you panted.
“Cum for me, doll. Let me see it.” He said, his rough voice shooting straight through you and sending you over the edge as you came on your hand and Tig’s cock. Tig let you ride out your orgasm for a few more thrusts before it was too much for him and he pulled out quickly, giving himself a few hard, quick tugs before he came all over your bare chest. You collapsed back onto the bed breathlessly and Tig flashed you a devilish grin before leaning in to lick your boobs clean of his own juices.
You grabbed his face in your hands and yanked him in for another kiss.
“Y’know,” you said as the two of you lay there, still catching your breaths, “this party wasn’t so bad.”
He gave you a small yet genuine smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You confirmed with a nod.
“Well the night’s still young baby.” He said, sliding a hand around your waist and pulling you in closer.
You bit your lip to hide your smile. You were hoping he’d say that.
“How about we get on that motorbike of yours and have round two in the shower at your place?” you suggested and hoped you weren’t vastly misreading the signals.
“I like the way you think, doll.” The hard, rough kiss Tig gave you in response told you that you were reading the signals perfectly.
Here are a few highlights from the concert. They arent in any particular order. Im gonna write a fully detailed one later.
-baekhyun is a little shit. A bunch of girls and I were screaming baekhyuns name whenever he’d come towards our side of the stage and at one point he looked at us tilted his head and gave us his stupid/cute adorable smirk.
-we also were trying to get baek to give us a heart and finally he did it and we lost it completely.
-suho is so freaking cute. I cant even deal
-sehun’s ass is real
-when they were doing full moon/machine/drop that xuimin was right in front of us the whole time. Me and my friend were going in so hard at that point and xiumin noticed and we grooved together for a hot second.
-my friend and I were switching off with a suho fansign (bc leader needs more loving) and every time he saw it he would always smile. He was constantly in front of us.
- suho is a dork. He did this silly dance before he started actually dancing the growl choreography.
-sekai did the baby dont cry dance without the water. They are both beautiful and amazing.