Day 9 - vaginal & jealousy

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: Danger Days

Ships: Funpoison

Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, mildly dubious consent, light petplay

"I saw you looking at that skank during the show."

"Huh?" Fun Ghoul asked, altogether confused, because he had never known Party Poison to think of Mad Gear as a skank. He was pretty sure they would dump him for Mad Gear if they got the chance, actually, but that could also just be his insecurity talking. 

"The one with the rollerskates and that dumb ugly crop-top and the jockstrap over tacky fucking polka-dot leggings, even though that shit hasn't been in style since, like, fucking 1970," Party clarified and/or bitched, kicking their feet up on the dashboard and crossing their arms.

"You mean Show Pony?" Ghoul asked with a bit of a laugh, because it was ridiculous. They'd both known Show Pony for ages, and Party was still suspicious of just about everything they stood for, and for no reason other than getting along well with Fun Ghoul. It was cute when it wasn't annoying.

"Uh huh," Party nodded, looking out the window. "You were staring at their ass."

"Babe, I was staring at the pyrotechnics," Fun Ghoul assured, reaching an arm across the midway divider that held a couple beers and pulling Party closer to lean against his side. "You're just jealous."

"Mm," Party grumbled, hand wrapping around Ghoul's forearm, grip bone-crushingly tight.

Pretty much the instant they parked outside the motel, Party's lips were on Ghoul's and their hands on his hips. Ghoul struggled against them to unlock the door to the Trans-Am and open it, falling back with Party's weight and winding up half-in and half-out of the car, lower half pinned to the driver's seat.

"Party-" Ghoul managed to get out between forced kisses, lightly pushing Party back by their chest. "Party, baby, can it wait until we're in our room?"

Party flushed red, and rolled their eyes, but pushed themself back over the divider and let themself out of the car, running around the front to drag Ghoul out and toward their bedroom.

Ghoul stumbled back and fell back on the messy bedsheets, sitting up and watching as Party locked the door behind them and shut the curtains. It was weird- the whole crew knew they were fucking by now, even though Kobra vocally didn't want them to and Jet wished they weren't, so there wasn't a point in hiding it anymore. Maybe it had just become a habit. 

Party Poison sat on the bed next to Ghoul. Really, in his head, Ghoul wasn't sure if he wanted them right now. It wasn't like he didn't like them or like having sex with them, just… he felt like he had to force himself sometimes, and this was one of them. 

Still, he didn't say anything, because Party was jealous and he didn't trust they wouldn't flip out on him if he said no. 

Party kissed him, and he felt like he was on autopilot as he wrapped his arms around them and crawled into their lap, kissing back hungrily. Party's hands wandered under his shirt and vest, over the vast expanse of his skin and the bandages on his torso where they wrapped around his back.

"I wish you wouldn't use bandages for that," Party pouted against his lips, even as they pushed his shirt all the way off and over his head. 

"Find me a surgeon who won't get sand in my junk and run off with my kidneys and I'll consider," Fun Ghoul tutted, running a hand through Party's hair and kissing them again with a warm, loving smile. "Besides, it's more romantic this way, right? You're the only one who gets to see 'em. Just… not today, if that's cool."

Appealing to Party's possessive streak seemed to appease them, and they left a couple kisses on his shoulder appreciatively, before moving higher to suck a dark, unmissable mark into his neck, right below the scorpion. Fun Ghoul sighed softly at the pleasurable feeling, rocking against Party's thigh. His swollen clit responded happily to the stimulation, and he let out a sort of half-whine at the sensation.

"You're just like a dog," Party commented, breath hot against Ghoul's skin. Ghoul nodded breathlessly. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm your dog," Ghoul sighed, undoing the button of his jeans and pulling himself away from Party to shuffle them off. Party took the hint and reached into their bedside table for the lube. They undid their pants and freed their hard cock, coating it with lube as Ghoul pulled himself back into their lap, lips meeting theirs.

"You're a pretty puppy," Party said softly, reaching down to take Ghoul's hard clit between their fingers, gently stroking as they kissed him again. Ghoul hummed against Party's lips, and slowly lowered himself onto their cock, moaning softly as he felt himself stretch around them. Ghoul loved the feeling of being filled, of taking his girlfriend's cock like he was made to. 

Their hand- the one that wasn't stroking his clit, focusing on his pleasure, which none of his previous sexual partners had even done before and it felt so fucking good- splayed out over his hip, guiding Ghoul as he pushed himself up and down on their cock, drawing pleased noises as they thrust up into him. 

"Fuck, Ghoulie, that's a good puppy," Party said, squeezing at Ghoul's ass, sending a jolt of electricity through him as he slammed himself down on them. "Just like that. You feel so good around my cock, pup."

Ghoul keened, high in his throat, and let his head come to rest in the crook of Party's neck as he rode them, chasing his quickly-oncoming orgasm. "Fuck. Fuck, Party, keep- keep calling me that."

"Yeah? You like when I call you puppy?" Party teased, stroking his clit just a little faster as they fucked him. "My good puppy. All mine."

Fun Ghoul made a sound more akin to a whimper than anything as he came, legs shaking and walls squeezing around Party as they fucked up into him, every thrust feeling like a new high, until he rode out the last of it and slumped limply against their chest, pleasantly fuzzy all over as they continued to use his body, chasing their own orgasm. 

“That’s my good boy, taking my cock so well,” Party groaned and then came inside him, holding Ghoul close- Ghoul noticed in the back of his head that their hand had moved to wrap around his midsection at some point- as they filled him with their cum. Ghoul briefly worried that Party might impregnate him, before remembering that he was fucking infertile anyway. 

Ghoul hummed contentedly as Party’s cock slipped out of him, pushing them back against the bed and nuzzling against their chest, responding with little more than a hum when Party cooed, “Such a cute little puppy.”