I'm finally doing it. I'm writing all the smut scenes that never saw the light of day.
(BTW if there's a chapter that didn't contain smut that you wish contained smut, comment it here and I'll make it gay)

(Another disclaimer- I'm rusty when it comes to smut so this isnt my finest work, it'll get better the more i practise i swear)

(More will be added over time)

Contains deleted scenes from:
Hopefully Not and Royalty 101 [1/4]
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Hopefully Not
(Takes place at the end of part 1)
Jeremy pulls off Micheal's already undone tie as Micheal's hands trail down to his waist. They pull each other's jackets and shirts off, discarding them onto the floor.

The back of Jeremy's knees hit the bed. He falls onto his back with Micheal immediately crawling over him. Their lips reconnect as Micheal fiddles with Jeremy's belt.

He pulls back to catch his breath, looking down at the heated twink beneath him.
"Do you think we're gonna regret this tomorrow?"

"Hopefully not" Jeremy wraps his arms around Micheal's neck, pulling him back down.

Their lips smash together in a mess of passion and alcohol. Micheal whips off Jeremy's belt effortlessly, throwing it over his shoulder to some forgotten corner of the room. With the swiftness of a bisexual rolling up their jeans, Micheal yanks Jeremy's trousers down to his ankles.

He's pulling them off of the twink's feet when Jeremy stops him.
"Wait" Jeremy pants, looking deep into Micheal's dark eyes. "Leave my socks on"

"Huh? Why?"

"I don't want this to be gay, Micheal"

"Oh for fucks-" Micheal tears off Jeremy's socks, balling them up and hurling them against the wall. He looks back to the boy under him. "We're fucking- and it's gonna be gay, alright?"

"Jesus Christ fine" Jeremy mumbles. He interlocks his fingers around Micheal's neck, pulling him back down into a kiss. Micheal uses this opportunity to take off his own belt and trousers- not quite exhibiting the same level of swiftness.

When they're finally down to their boxers, Micheal climbs off Jeremy to get a condom (safe sex is important kids). As Micheal dives into his suitcase to find a condom, two things happen.
First, Jeremy rolls on his side and raises an eyebrow. "Why did you bring condoms? Did you know that we were gonna fuck?"

"I always carry condoms- you ever know when you're gonna get a dicking"

Second, Jeremy gets the hiccups. He hics as Micheal climbs back onto him, sucking hard on his neck (no doubt leaving dark marks). He hics as Micheal kisses down his chest down to his bellybutton. By the third hic, Micheal sits up.

"You okay there?"

"Yea- HIC!" Jeremy clamps his hands over his mouth, giggling drunkly.

Micheal tries to be frustrated (it is pretty annoying that he got cockblocked by Jeremy's diaphragm) but instead he just smiles. He goes to kiss Jeremy again, but frankly the readers are getting impatient and his horniness isn't going away.

He pulls off Jeremy's boxers, revealing his hard on to the entire hotel room. Jeremy bends his knees towards the ceiling as Micheal takes off his own boxers.
"You ready to fucking go?" Micheal unintentionally says in a growl. Jeremy- dazed by arousal and intoxication- can only nod in submission.

Micheal rolls on the condom (safe sex is very important kiddos), leaning over Jeremy as he plants a hand either side of his torso. There's a short moment where everything stops. Their heavy panting slows, the alcohol in their veins drains, the sirens wailing down the street silence, and the world stops spinning. Their eyes lock, and all emotions swim to the surface. Vulnerability, passion, repressed feelings are all exposed.
Then the moment passes.

Micheal takes his dick, aligning it towards Jeremy's hole. With a low moan, he slides into his roommate, tightness clenching around him. Jeremy moans underneath him. He locks his long fingers around Micheal's neck, biting back the pain that spikes up his body. Bad time to forget about prep.

After taking a moment to let Jeremy adjust, Micheal pulls nearly completely out before slamming back in. The pace picks up immediately. Micheal's extreme stamina send's Jeremy's mind spinning. The groan and pant, each of Micheal's thrusts steadily getting sloppy due to him being drunk as fuck.

"Fuck, Micheal~"

Micheal shifts his weight to one hand, using his free one to take Jeremy's dick and stroke him in time with his thrusts.
"fuCK MICHEAL-" Jeremy throws his head back, coming closer to finishing with every passing second. Based on Micheal's current state, he's not far off either.

"Jeremy . . ." God it sounds good when he moans my name. "I think I'm gonna . . ."

"Come with me"

After just a few heat-filled minutes, Micheal climaxes into the condom, Jeremy following quickly after. He pulls out, falling onto the bed with not an ounce of strength left in his body.
"What did we just do?" Micheal pants, barely keeping his eyes open.

But his exhausted lover is already asleep. Micheal would love to properly clean Jeremy up and tuck him in, but before he can sit up even a little, Micheal is crashed out asleep;
Eh- they'll deal with the mess in the morning.

Royalty 101 [1/4]

(It's the deleted shower masturbation scene after Micheal shows off how much of a top he can be)
Jeremy is left with his head tilted up in the air as the door closes behind him. A thick breath escapes his lips. This tends to happen a lot after Micheal leaves. Jeremy feels like he's left hanging off a cliff. Confused, bothered, and typically sexually frustrated.

And if you're wondering if Jeremy has feelings for Micheal, no, he doesn't. He doesn't have any feelings for him whatsoever. Except for the fact that Micheal excites him sexually. A lot. And times like this, when Micheal plays top, tends to leave quite an impact.
An impact that comes back to Jeremy as he showers.

Jeremy tilts his head back, letting the scalding water hit his face. Streams of water caress down his body. Steam rises from his feet, sticking to the shower glass like honey.

The prince runs his fingertips up his sides; he can't help but imagine that Micheal is standing behind him, touching him gently under the heat of the water.

He can practically feel hot breath on the back of his neck as he imagines Micheal presses behind him, whispering all sorts of obscenities in his ear. Jeremy is so caught up in his imagination that he unconsciously grabs his hardening dick.

Jeremy lets the hot water smack his face- no doubt turning his face a deep red. His hand slowly moves up and down. In his mind, Micheal trails his fingers down Jeremy's stomach. Jeremy groans, causing water to fall into his mouth.
Gross.

Jeremy leans forward, pressing a hand against the shower wall for balance. He spits the water onto the ground. His hand moves faster, getting tighter around his dick as imaginary Micheal teases him.

"I know you love it when I leave you like this" he breathes into his ear in a low voice. "All hot and bothered- just how I want you"

Jeremy's breath hitches.

"My prince- sweaty and begging for it"

His hand moves even faster as he imagines Micheal wrapping his tan hand around his dick, pushing him closer to the limit.

"Beg for it"

Jeremy is sent over the edge. His whole body shakes as he orgasms all over the shower floor. He sighs breathlessly, using the hand that didn't touch his dick to run his face.
This is the third time this week Micheal has done this to him.

The bastard.

LAST UPDATED : 27.09.2020
(I promise- there will be more)