Sticky Situations
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Category:
M through R › Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,562
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sticky Situations
Sticky Situations
Disclaimer: I do not own Sands. Or Johnny Depp, unfortunately. Just to clarify. I’m not going to ask for reviews. I’m going to beg. ‘Pleeeeeeease?????’
Summary: Sands/You fic. You and Sands in a train toilet. Hot. Pre-OUATIM.
This has to be the worst day of your entire life. You get fired from your job, your car gets clamped, and you get caught in the rain while walking home without a brolly, wearing a totally see-through white shirt, through which everyone can see your bra. So there it is. The worst day of my life. Oh but wait, the day isn’t over yet.
Sands walked onto the train, sitting down next to the door in an empty space, drenched by the rain. He was on his way to meet a man about a man he wanted dead, (A/N Yes that is meant to sound confusing) and was now drenched and freezing cold. Damn weather forecast.
“Hey! Hold the doors!” Sands looked up to see pretty woman running towards the very same train carriage he was standing in. He reached out and held in the ‘hold’ button on the keypad, keeping the doors open for a few seconds longer.
You shout out at the man who’s sanding in the train, hoping he will hold it for you. You’d hate to have to wait for the next one. You jump onto the train smiling gratefully at the man who held the door and take a seat opposite him. You put your bag on your lap and lift your eyes to the mans face, blushing when you see that he is watching you. You take a moment to study his face, the straight nose, full lips and deep brown eyes. His shoulder length dark drown hair is plastered to his head, dripping from the rain. In one word, you would describe him as ‘edible’. Your eyes widen as you realise his eyes are still locked on your face. You watch as his eyes flick to your chest. He smirks. And you frown but resist the urge to bring your hands up and cross them over your chest.
You return the look, scanning a taught stomach under the wet fabric of his shirt. Your eyes linger on his crotch. Your eyes lock again and you see lust in his eyes, probably the same was reflected in yours.
Your eyes flick up to the display and you take note that you have twenty minutes until you have to get off the train. You shift in your seat, wetness leaking between your thighs at the lusty thoughts running through your head.
He’s still watching you.
Your eyes flick to the bathroom, clearly indicating where you are going as you stand up on shaky legs and squeeze past some people to get to the tiny room they insist upon calling a bathroom. You slide in and close the door, taking a few deep breaths. Oh My God! I can’t believe I’m doing this. Wait, what if he doesn’t-
Knock Knock
The door opens and he slides in, shutting it behind him, immediately grabbing you and pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, nibbling, sucking and licking, tasting each other. He undoes his trousers and you hike up your skirt. He pushes you against the wall and you wrap your leg around his waist. He reaches down, pulls your wet panties aside and pushes into you. You moan loudly at the feeling but he breaks the kiss and covers your mouth with his hand, keeping you from making any more noise.
Wouldn’t want to give the game away to anyone in the carriage...
Your eyes lock again as he thrusts into you. You move your hips in time with his thrusts, working closer to release. You don’t think you’ve ever been this hot and ready before.
He just slid right in.
He moves his hand covering your mouth down between your bodies and twists your clit gently, bringing you to an explosive orgasm. To stop from screaming, you bite his neck roughly, silently apologising for the mark that it would leave. He thrusts into you a few more times then grunts in completion.
You grin as he slides from your body, tucking himself back into his pants.
“Thanks...” you say only to be silenced with another mind blowing kiss. He smiles and slides back out the door and into the carriage.
Suddenly, your day isn’t looking quite so bad.
The End
Disclaimer: I do not own Sands. Or Johnny Depp, unfortunately. Just to clarify. I’m not going to ask for reviews. I’m going to beg. ‘Pleeeeeeease?????’
Summary: Sands/You fic. You and Sands in a train toilet. Hot. Pre-OUATIM.
This has to be the worst day of your entire life. You get fired from your job, your car gets clamped, and you get caught in the rain while walking home without a brolly, wearing a totally see-through white shirt, through which everyone can see your bra. So there it is. The worst day of my life. Oh but wait, the day isn’t over yet.
Sands walked onto the train, sitting down next to the door in an empty space, drenched by the rain. He was on his way to meet a man about a man he wanted dead, (A/N Yes that is meant to sound confusing) and was now drenched and freezing cold. Damn weather forecast.
“Hey! Hold the doors!” Sands looked up to see pretty woman running towards the very same train carriage he was standing in. He reached out and held in the ‘hold’ button on the keypad, keeping the doors open for a few seconds longer.
You shout out at the man who’s sanding in the train, hoping he will hold it for you. You’d hate to have to wait for the next one. You jump onto the train smiling gratefully at the man who held the door and take a seat opposite him. You put your bag on your lap and lift your eyes to the mans face, blushing when you see that he is watching you. You take a moment to study his face, the straight nose, full lips and deep brown eyes. His shoulder length dark drown hair is plastered to his head, dripping from the rain. In one word, you would describe him as ‘edible’. Your eyes widen as you realise his eyes are still locked on your face. You watch as his eyes flick to your chest. He smirks. And you frown but resist the urge to bring your hands up and cross them over your chest.
You return the look, scanning a taught stomach under the wet fabric of his shirt. Your eyes linger on his crotch. Your eyes lock again and you see lust in his eyes, probably the same was reflected in yours.
Your eyes flick up to the display and you take note that you have twenty minutes until you have to get off the train. You shift in your seat, wetness leaking between your thighs at the lusty thoughts running through your head.
He’s still watching you.
Your eyes flick to the bathroom, clearly indicating where you are going as you stand up on shaky legs and squeeze past some people to get to the tiny room they insist upon calling a bathroom. You slide in and close the door, taking a few deep breaths. Oh My God! I can’t believe I’m doing this. Wait, what if he doesn’t-
Knock Knock
The door opens and he slides in, shutting it behind him, immediately grabbing you and pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, nibbling, sucking and licking, tasting each other. He undoes his trousers and you hike up your skirt. He pushes you against the wall and you wrap your leg around his waist. He reaches down, pulls your wet panties aside and pushes into you. You moan loudly at the feeling but he breaks the kiss and covers your mouth with his hand, keeping you from making any more noise.
Wouldn’t want to give the game away to anyone in the carriage...
Your eyes lock again as he thrusts into you. You move your hips in time with his thrusts, working closer to release. You don’t think you’ve ever been this hot and ready before.
He just slid right in.
He moves his hand covering your mouth down between your bodies and twists your clit gently, bringing you to an explosive orgasm. To stop from screaming, you bite his neck roughly, silently apologising for the mark that it would leave. He thrusts into you a few more times then grunts in completion.
You grin as he slides from your body, tucking himself back into his pants.
“Thanks...” you say only to be silenced with another mind blowing kiss. He smiles and slides back out the door and into the carriage.
Suddenly, your day isn’t looking quite so bad.
The End