(A/n)
Requested by Nobody7796
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My eyes narrow as I bit down on my lip, slowly turning the pliers until a clicking sound comes from the chain and I sigh, pleased with the result I achieve. I bring the chain closer to take a look at it. Seems good.
"Hey," Party says as walking into the diner area, adjusting his holster. "We're leaving for a Drac hunt," he explains while looking from Ghoul – who sits on the counter with a few magazines in hands – to me. Jet and Kobra walk past him, both also adjusting their guns and masks, with only the latter bothering to wave us goodbye before disappearing past the front doors. "Don't have sex while we're gone," Party tells us with a quiet laugh, though there's a clear serious edge that leaves him a bit awkward. "Anyways, take care!" He nods as leaving, Ghoul and I muttering goodbye.
As soon as we hear Trans AM's door being thrown shut and the car driving away, we stop observing the front door to look at each other. Both of us share the same thought. What are we going to do? We are going to fuck, obviously, because why not?
Ghoul is quick to put his magazines away, rushing towards me while glancing outside and I can't help but to do the same just check if we are really alone. His arms are wrapped around my neck before I can notice, lips pressed to mine in an urgency that I take some time to process, but am soon kissing him back with the same eagerness with my hands on his hips and taking slow steps to the next booth.
Feeling the edge of the table hit the back of his thighs has Ghoul letting go of my neck for a moment to help himself up on the surface, smiling proudly when we pull away from the kiss, quietly gazing at each other, but it doesn't take long until a hand on the back of my head is pulling me towards him again.
I place my hands on Ghoul's knees, pulling them apart, before trailing them up to his thighs, letting my thumbs sink lightly into the clothed skin as I pull him closer just enough to push our hips together.
"Fuck, Ghoul," I breath as pulling away lightly, bringing a hand to palm on him through his jeans and watching his face slowly become red with it. A small, amused smile tugs on my lips while I observe him and start adding more pressure to my movements – a quiet hum escapes his throat, but he nibbles down on his bottom lip, muffling any other noise.
"I-I—" Ghoul stutters, breath hitching lightly as he places a hand on my chest and shifts his hips, pushing himself against my hand. He shakes his head to myself and recomposes himself to be able to start tugging on my shirt, eyebrows furrowing lightly, jaw going tense.
Eventually, I'm forced to stop my motions so I can get rid of my shirt, proceeding to do the same to his, what seems to please him. His arms are thrown around my neck once again after the shirt is on the ground and I've got my lips pressed to his neck this time, not wasting time in nibbling and sucking on the most sensitive spot by the base of his neck. A gasp escapes Ghoul's throat at this, followed by yet another one when I grind my hips against his, and can't hold back a moan at the feeling.
"Please, c'mon," Ghoul mutters under his breath, fumbling with my belt and being quick to undo my pants, starting to pull them down.
I don't complain. I pull away only to get rid of my pants along with the underwear, feeling Ghoul's gaze following every little movement despite also working on his own, so I'm quick to resume my position. He presses his lips against mine, humming in appreciation when I take over and help him with pulling his clothes down until he's able to kick them away – it results in a brief moment of distraction I use to wrap a hand around his dick, grip tight, thumb slowly working along the underside.
Ghoul tenses up at the touch, a quiet shaky sound coming from him with it, but he wraps his arms around my shoulders and the tension slowly wears out according to how I start moving my hand, slow and purposely threatening to go faster, though never doing it. The moans are muffled against my shoulder, almost making me shiver at the feeling.
It's not difficult noticing when Ghoul's patience starts running thin, becoming more unquiet and holding tighter onto me. A last grunt of protest makes me decide it is enough, though he clearly isn't pleased with how I pull away either.
I suck in a breath, about to say something when he's pointing towards his jeans on the ground. Raising an eyebrow, I just pick them up, watching him nod while I reach inside the pocket.
Eventually, I find something. Lube. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Why would you—"
"Gotta be ready for anything," he says with an air of pride present on his smile regardless of the shrug he gives, like if it was nothing, but it might really be nothing when it comes from Ghoul, so I let the jeans fall back to the ground as keeping the small foil square in hand, approaching him again. To be honest, it's all irrelevant under how the sight of him sitting there leaning back on his hands makes me feel.
"'Shit could've burst in your pocket," I tease, letting my hand run up and down his thigh, giving the skin a light squeeze before I pull away.
"Already happened once," Ghoul sighs, pressing his lips together in frustration as looking away. "Not funny, actually." He glares when I breathe a chuckle, but I don't give him much attention, more focused on opening the wrapper then squeezing the liquid on my hand. I make a vague motion towards Ghoul, but he shakes his head in response, pulling me for another kiss instead.
His fingers play with the hair on the back of my neck, free hand running up my torso, both in a nice motion that have me humming against his lips not just due to having a hand wrapped around my dick to spread the lube.
We break the kiss, briefly, when I'm pulling Ghoul closer with my free hand, adjusting his position on the table in a way it's more convenient for us and feeling my tip against his entrance has Ghoul tugging on my hair lightly in a silent plead. I don't push in just yet, for the pure pleasure of waiting for him to start complaining yet before I finally do it, snatching a cry from his lips almost immediately, breaking the kiss once again despite continuing close.
Ghoul's hand pull on my hair in an almost desperate manner, adding up to how good he feels, walls clenching around me and making it impossible to hold back a moan. Even if it feels good, I stop halfway, now taking a hold of Ghoul's thighs for support, fingers sinking lightly into the skin as I measure each touch just enough to keep teasing him.
"(K/n)," Ghoul breathes against my lips, eyes half-lidded gazing into mine just to be squeezed shut yet again at how I suddenly snap my lips forward, satisfied with the breathy, loud moan coming from him in result.
His nails, even if short, slowly dig into my chest at how I start moving my hips, slow, but building a decent pace. "Yeah, fuck," Ghoul mumbles in an obvious appreciation, running his nose along my jaw softly before his face is pressed to my shoulder, the hot breath of his moans fanning against my neck; his hand eventually falls from holding my hair, hanging against my back as he wraps his arm around my neck.
I end up reconsidering my plans, too lost in the pleasure to care about anything rather than the warm feeling of Ghoul around me. Is it really worth it delaying my release just to tease him for longer? A groan of indecision escapes my lips along with a moan as I move to hold onto his hip and end up slowing my pace.
"No, no, no," Ghoul says repeatedly, words becoming muffled by my neck as he presses himself closer to me. It is useless; I tighten my grip around his hip to keep him in place. "Please— Fuck you, (k/n), I should've known—" He interrupts himself, unable to hold back a gasp due to how I snap my hips forward again, out of sudden and harsh, resulting in his nails digging into my skin once again. "F-Fucking stop!" His voice cracks a bit; it's easy noticing the pleasure starting to built up for him despite the slow thrusts due to how tense he is becoming.
"Stop what?" I ask as pulling away, completely, only still having our hands loosely resting on each other. The disbelief and annoyance are seen on Ghoul's face even under all the fucked-out air, hair messily falling on his face as he raises an eyebrow at me, lips pressed together lightly. I sigh, suppressing a smile. "Okay, then let me—"
"No, I know you, (k/n)!" He pushes my hands away from him and keeps pushing even with me trying to fight back, lightly.
"Ghoul, c'mon—"
"I said no, idiot, now shut up," Ghoul mostly grumbles to himself as standing up and before I can notice, he's pushing me down to my knees; it has me blushing, but I do it anyways, looking up at him expectantly. "What? Do you need me to tell you what to do?" He raises an eyebrow, placing a hand on his hip and raising an eyebrow at me – my brain takes a moment to process the sudden change, what's more difficult with the way I'm flustered, nonetheless, I try to not keep him waiting, not knowing what to do with that sharp gaze observing every little move of mine.
As I take a hold of his cock, Ghoul hums pleased, tangling his fingers with my hair while his free hand rests on the booth's table, which he leans back against. The hesitance finally wears out and I'm leaning forward, experimentally licking his tip at first, running my tongue around it – I look up, hearing a faint moan coming from Ghoul, just to let my eyes fall again at seeing him looking right back at me.
His fingers tug lightly onto my hair, so I don't waste time into starting to inch down and really take him in, feeling this weird pressure on me after Ghoul snapped, but it simultaneously gets me somehow more excited.
It feels new, like if I was more exposed before him than usual or the first time touching him, though not bad, – nonetheless, there's not really anything to complain about, after all.
Having my nose finally reaching the trail of hair that starts under Ghoul's bellybutton has me humming around him, calmly controlling my gag reflex as feeling my eyes water, but I don't move away, thankful he gives me my time.
I start to pull back, trying to not take long enough for anything so Ghoul will complain and finally getting rid of the carefulness that followed every touch of mine, only trying to find a way of getting him what he wants as I work my tongue against the underside, taking a hold of his hips for support.
"Yeah, baby, fuck," Ghoul's voice fills my ears in a deep tone that suppresses a few moans and weirdly motivates me in a way I'm hollowing my cheeks around him, humming at the light pain of my hair being tugged yet again.
He moves his hips lightly, probably testing it as he starts actually moving it after I don't show any objection towards it, moaning around him – it has a louder moan escaping his lips. I take the next pull – a light one, almost nothing – on my hair as a sign to look up at him and convince myself to actually do it this time, observing how fucking beautiful he looks, strands of hair gluing to his forehead, bottom lip between his teeth. It makes me aware of how I might be looking, even more with feeling the mix of spit and precum seeping from the corners of my mouth, but I can't bring myself to let the embarrassment take over enough for me to tear my gaze away from his.
Ghoul is pulling away suddenly, chest heaving up and down, and just a glance on his face is enough to tell me he got closer to the edge than he would have liked to.
At least a couple minutes are spent by us trying to calm down. I use the time to clean my mouth, mentally cursing because, fuck, how tables have turned. He nudges my hand away lightly with his foot as soon as noticing I'm reaching for my dick, making me sigh in frustration.
"Come on," Ghoul pulls me up to my feet again. A hand on my back is quickly pushing me to bend over the table; I remain silent because he might be finally doing something. He hums softly, hands firm around my hips before he's pressing soft kisses to my back, the feeling actually helping me with calming down a little, loving how soft all of it is.
I sigh, crossing my arms under my head to make myself more comfortable, though most of my focus is on the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles into my skin and of him pressed against me, what sparkles a bit of agony in me at being unable to push back against him.
"Gonna make you feel so good," Ghoul mutters against my back, running his nose against the skin softly, "but only after I make you fucking beg because you were being such a fucking tease." He squeezes my hip in a manner that startles me lightly, squirming a bit and stopping short later at the feeling of him against my entrance.
"Ghoul," I plead softly, not believing he is going to do it.
He shushes me in the same moment and there's a hand on my lower back before he starts pushing in, slowly – I moan at the feeling, only for it to fade away not even a second later. I'm about to complain when he's doing it again, but doesn't pull back this time, allowing me to almost melt under his touch.
"Tell me what you want," his voice cuts through the silence – the way he's moving his hips doesn't allow me to answer at first, so he's soon stopping, deep into me. "Hm? Answer, (k/n)."
"Just fuck me decently, you idiot," I say with annoyance suppressed under my voice, tight in my throat due to him shifting his hips lightly. The agony almost makes me regret what I did earlier. A sudden yelp escapes my lips at feeling Ghoul suddenly pressed to me and fingers digging into my jaw to hold my head up lightly.
"How about some fucking manners?" he says against the side of my face. "Because you were the one who started with this fucking bullshit, so you better do what I want you to, now," he complains, voice low in a way I wish it didn't, summed up with everything else, send a shiver running down my spine. "So?"
"Ghoul, I—" His fingers dig further into my jaw; my breath is caught in my throat and I can't bring myself to finish the sentence, so I just give up on it and reach a hand down to try to touch myself.
"You don't learn, fuck off," Ghoul says in the same moment, reaching for my hand and holding it against my back from my wrist, what sends me spitting out a string of curses while trying to push myself back. "I fucking told you what I'm trying to do, c'mon, fucker!" His hand moves from my jaw to my hip, grip just as strong, fingers still sinking into my skin. "Don't you want me to fuck you, (k/n)?" He sounds mostly teasing, holding maybe a chuckle, but it all turns out so fucking irrelevant right now.
"Fucking fuck me, Ghoul, damn—" I breath, too tired of this already. "Just do it, please! I— I need you to," I babble whatever comes to my mind about it, not even caring anymore, resting my cheek against the cool surface of the table with a sigh.
"See?" Ghoul has an audible smirk on. "Now we're getting somewhere." He doesn't give me time to reply before he's finally moving his hips, fast on building a nice and steady pace, continuing to hold my hand behind me, but it turns only into a small detail under the so much wanted pleasure finally there.
Ghoul's hips eventually gain a new angle, making my moans inevitably grow louder and my thighs quiver lightly with it; still, I'm only really able to feel my release start to approach when he finally frees my hand to reach down to my dick, pumping it along with the rhythm of his thrusts, which grow heavier with it. He's leaning forward once again, cheek pressed against my back, in a way I presume he isn't too far from coming either.
"Ghoul— Fuck," I practically whine, watching my knuckles turn white at how tight I grip onto the edge of the table. My eyes eventually flutter shut, feeling a stronger wave of pleasure.
"Me too, me too," Ghoul mumbles messily, groaning as he pauses to steady himself before his thrusts start again, simply not missing my prostate a single time and it finally hits me.
I can feel my thighs trembling with the feeling, but all I'm able to focus on is how good it feels before a punched-out moan is escaping Ghoul's lips and his thrusts are becoming messier, the warm sensation of him coming filling me, hand loose around my cock and pulling away just in the right moment so the oversensitivity won't kick in.
Ghoul lets out a few quiet sounds against my back, fingers starting to trace patterns lightly up my hip after a moment, both of us slowly coming down from our highs. "That was good," he says quietly, breath tickling my back.
"It was," I sigh, pleased with everything even after what he made me go through. He hums in a response and we continue there for some time, mainly enjoying each other as still calming down.
There's the sound of a car stopping. Cool.
Doors thrown open and then shut again and—
I widen my eyes, gasping. "Ghoul." He hums lazily in response. "The guys."
"Fuck—"
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