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Title: Hide and Go Seek
Fandom:The Used
Characters:Quinn Allman/Jepha Howard
Prompt: 28. Children
Word Count: 1305
Rating: NC 17
Summary: it’s just shameless smut.
Author's Notes:Don’t own. Didn’t happen. Just a little happy fluff.
Jeph’s POV
I sigh softly and rake a hand through my hair, staring down and the bright brown eyes of my neighbor’s kids looking up at me. Ethan tugs on my hand, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes and a small smile on his face, while his twin sister Emily pleads for me to play with them. She tugs on the bottom of her dress, a nervous habit that I’ve noticed she has. I’ve also noticed that she seems to speak for both Ethan and her, and I don’t think I’ve heard Ethan say a word since he got here.
You see, I owed my neighbors a favor (it has something to do with them destroying a very compromising photo from the new year’s eve party. But we won’t go into that here). So their mom and dad dropped Emily and Ethan off this morning for a few hours. I had never babysat before. But I figured, hell, they’re 7 years old, how much would I really have to do?
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
They’ve been here two hours. And I’ve already played a game of dress up (I make a damn fine princess if I do say so myself), 6 games of cards (which I lost. Don’t ask me how), and a game of tag. Well, that last one I didn’t willingly play. They just kind of ran up to me and Emily yelled ‘Jepha’s it!’ and ran away, and I was afraid they were going to break something so I chased them around to catch them.
And of course, to add insult to injury, my loving, wonderful boyfriend Quinn has sat on the couch the entire time, laughing his ass off at me running around the house.
And taking digital photos.
The man takes way too much pleasure in my pain. (And you can take that whatever way you want.)
Bastard.
He told me before they came over, that he wanted no part of anything, which didn’t surprise me. As much as I love him, Quinn is a lazy ass who hates kids and hates anything to do with them. Which I guess means it’s a good thing that he’s gay and I can’t get pregnant (despite what those stupid mpreg fanfictions say).
According to him, if I was able to get myself into that compromising position that the photo was taken of in the first place, then I was plenty capable of taking care of two hyper-active seven year olds by myself.
I have never wanted to slap him more.
But I’m getting off topic. Quinn’s resistance in the beginning I think was the reason why I was so surprised when he walked into the living room where Emily and I were discussing what game to play next and suggested something.
He grinned. And I knew he was up to something. You don’t date someone for 3 years and not know these things. He looked excited and looked at Emily. “Why don’t we play hide and go seek?”
Her eyes lit up and she nodded, holding her hand up and shouting. “I’m it!”
Quinn told her to go count to 100 in the kitchen, and while Ethan walked upstairs to hide, Quinn took my hand and dragged me into the downstairs coat closet. He flipped the overhead light on and smirked at me. It was a small closet, and with the boxes and clothes in there with us, we were almost pressed together. He clicked the lock on the door and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“You know, I’m pretty sure door locking is against the rules.” I whispered.
He laughed softly and moved a little closer to me, so close I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke. “Hmm. I don’t think I really care about the game at this point.”
He leans in to kiss me and I pull away. “Quinn, no. We can’t. I refuse to fuck when I’m supposed to be playing a game with little kids. Doesn’t that seem kind of wrong to you?”
He smirks and snakes a hand down my chest until he rests over my pants covered cock and he starts to rub me through my pants. I suck a breath in and he kisses along my neck. “Doesn’t seem to be bothering you too much.” He bites down gently and runs his tongue along the spot, earning a whimper from me. He takes his hand from me and undoes my pants, slipping his hand inside and grasping my cock, starting to stroke me. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I’m only resisting a little bit. He whimpers. “Please Jeph. I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a closest.”
I don’t say anything, I just lean in and kiss him hungrily. I guess I really have no willpower when it comes to him. But I mean, hello, have you seen him? I’d like to see you resist that. Unless you’re a blind lesbian of course. Then by all means, resist away.
Quinn strokes his tongue against mine and I’m running my fingers under his shirt along his sides. We’re pressing against each other, and his hand is on the back of my neck, tangled in my hair. He’s grinding his hips into mine and I’m gasping for breath when we break away from the kiss. I whisper breathlessly to him. “Just fuck me already.”
This isn’t romance, this isn’t making love. This isn’t loving or gentle or sweet.
This is down and dirty fucking.
Hard and unbridled, just like sex should be.
Fast and deep. Blood and sweat.
Shirts on and all.
He pulls my pants down just enough for me to be able to spread my legs and he pulls his down to his knees. I turn around and face the wall bracing myself with my hands in front of me. I hear Quinn spit into his hand and I can imagine him stroking his cock, his eyes half open as he lubes himself up as best as he can.
I shift a little to remind him of what he’s supposed to be doing, and a couple seconds later I feel his cock at my entrance. He pushes into me in one thrust, knowing we’ve done this enough times for him to not have to be careful. He immediately starts up a hard deep rhythm.
In and out.
In and out.
I can hear my heart beating in my ears.
I can feel his short breaths on the back of my neck. And I can feel his nails digging into my hips. I’m aware of the drywall beneath my hands. And I can hear my own small moans and his whimpers every now and then.
It’s beautiful. It’s rough. It’s what I need.
And for a few brief moments, all that matters is the feelings. The white hot heat behind my eyes as he hits my spot over and over again. The feeling of my head spinning as I come hard into Quinn’s hand, and the feeling of him exploding inside me.
And then we float back down. And it’s back to reality.
We’re torn out of the world we ourselves created. Where only we make sense. And only we matter. A small kiss over the shoulder is all we have left. And then the moment is gone, the breathing returns to normal. Our hearts return to a normal pace.
And we realize the closet door is open.
And Emily and Ethan are standing there with a camera.
She’s smirking. That can’t be good.
We hastily pull our pants back up, blushing and muttering explanations.
She just laughs. “Looks like I have enough blackmail to have you babysitting for a long time.”
I look over at Quinn. And suddenly, I don’t mind much.
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inspired by a convo with blacknovember13. I actually like this one. Tell me what you thought.
Fandom:The Used
Characters:Quinn Allman/Jepha Howard
Prompt: 28. Children
Word Count: 1305
Rating: NC 17
Summary: it’s just shameless smut.
Author's Notes:Don’t own. Didn’t happen. Just a little happy fluff.
Jeph’s POV
I sigh softly and rake a hand through my hair, staring down and the bright brown eyes of my neighbor’s kids looking up at me. Ethan tugs on my hand, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes and a small smile on his face, while his twin sister Emily pleads for me to play with them. She tugs on the bottom of her dress, a nervous habit that I’ve noticed she has. I’ve also noticed that she seems to speak for both Ethan and her, and I don’t think I’ve heard Ethan say a word since he got here.
You see, I owed my neighbors a favor (it has something to do with them destroying a very compromising photo from the new year’s eve party. But we won’t go into that here). So their mom and dad dropped Emily and Ethan off this morning for a few hours. I had never babysat before. But I figured, hell, they’re 7 years old, how much would I really have to do?
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
They’ve been here two hours. And I’ve already played a game of dress up (I make a damn fine princess if I do say so myself), 6 games of cards (which I lost. Don’t ask me how), and a game of tag. Well, that last one I didn’t willingly play. They just kind of ran up to me and Emily yelled ‘Jepha’s it!’ and ran away, and I was afraid they were going to break something so I chased them around to catch them.
And of course, to add insult to injury, my loving, wonderful boyfriend Quinn has sat on the couch the entire time, laughing his ass off at me running around the house.
And taking digital photos.
The man takes way too much pleasure in my pain. (And you can take that whatever way you want.)
Bastard.
He told me before they came over, that he wanted no part of anything, which didn’t surprise me. As much as I love him, Quinn is a lazy ass who hates kids and hates anything to do with them. Which I guess means it’s a good thing that he’s gay and I can’t get pregnant (despite what those stupid mpreg fanfictions say).
According to him, if I was able to get myself into that compromising position that the photo was taken of in the first place, then I was plenty capable of taking care of two hyper-active seven year olds by myself.
I have never wanted to slap him more.
But I’m getting off topic. Quinn’s resistance in the beginning I think was the reason why I was so surprised when he walked into the living room where Emily and I were discussing what game to play next and suggested something.
He grinned. And I knew he was up to something. You don’t date someone for 3 years and not know these things. He looked excited and looked at Emily. “Why don’t we play hide and go seek?”
Her eyes lit up and she nodded, holding her hand up and shouting. “I’m it!”
Quinn told her to go count to 100 in the kitchen, and while Ethan walked upstairs to hide, Quinn took my hand and dragged me into the downstairs coat closet. He flipped the overhead light on and smirked at me. It was a small closet, and with the boxes and clothes in there with us, we were almost pressed together. He clicked the lock on the door and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“You know, I’m pretty sure door locking is against the rules.” I whispered.
He laughed softly and moved a little closer to me, so close I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke. “Hmm. I don’t think I really care about the game at this point.”
He leans in to kiss me and I pull away. “Quinn, no. We can’t. I refuse to fuck when I’m supposed to be playing a game with little kids. Doesn’t that seem kind of wrong to you?”
He smirks and snakes a hand down my chest until he rests over my pants covered cock and he starts to rub me through my pants. I suck a breath in and he kisses along my neck. “Doesn’t seem to be bothering you too much.” He bites down gently and runs his tongue along the spot, earning a whimper from me. He takes his hand from me and undoes my pants, slipping his hand inside and grasping my cock, starting to stroke me. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I’m only resisting a little bit. He whimpers. “Please Jeph. I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a closest.”
I don’t say anything, I just lean in and kiss him hungrily. I guess I really have no willpower when it comes to him. But I mean, hello, have you seen him? I’d like to see you resist that. Unless you’re a blind lesbian of course. Then by all means, resist away.
Quinn strokes his tongue against mine and I’m running my fingers under his shirt along his sides. We’re pressing against each other, and his hand is on the back of my neck, tangled in my hair. He’s grinding his hips into mine and I’m gasping for breath when we break away from the kiss. I whisper breathlessly to him. “Just fuck me already.”
This isn’t romance, this isn’t making love. This isn’t loving or gentle or sweet.
This is down and dirty fucking.
Hard and unbridled, just like sex should be.
Fast and deep. Blood and sweat.
Shirts on and all.
He pulls my pants down just enough for me to be able to spread my legs and he pulls his down to his knees. I turn around and face the wall bracing myself with my hands in front of me. I hear Quinn spit into his hand and I can imagine him stroking his cock, his eyes half open as he lubes himself up as best as he can.
I shift a little to remind him of what he’s supposed to be doing, and a couple seconds later I feel his cock at my entrance. He pushes into me in one thrust, knowing we’ve done this enough times for him to not have to be careful. He immediately starts up a hard deep rhythm.
In and out.
In and out.
I can hear my heart beating in my ears.
I can feel his short breaths on the back of my neck. And I can feel his nails digging into my hips. I’m aware of the drywall beneath my hands. And I can hear my own small moans and his whimpers every now and then.
It’s beautiful. It’s rough. It’s what I need.
And for a few brief moments, all that matters is the feelings. The white hot heat behind my eyes as he hits my spot over and over again. The feeling of my head spinning as I come hard into Quinn’s hand, and the feeling of him exploding inside me.
And then we float back down. And it’s back to reality.
We’re torn out of the world we ourselves created. Where only we make sense. And only we matter. A small kiss over the shoulder is all we have left. And then the moment is gone, the breathing returns to normal. Our hearts return to a normal pace.
And we realize the closet door is open.
And Emily and Ethan are standing there with a camera.
She’s smirking. That can’t be good.
We hastily pull our pants back up, blushing and muttering explanations.
She just laughs. “Looks like I have enough blackmail to have you babysitting for a long time.”
I look over at Quinn. And suddenly, I don’t mind much.
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inspired by a convo with blacknovember13. I actually like this one. Tell me what you thought.