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urloveada · 6 months ago

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YOU'RE MINE

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: evan buckley x f!reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.4k+

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, little bit of edging, slight dirty talk and praising, pet names, fingering, ‘you belong to be’ vibe towards end, swearing.

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you and Evan have been friends with benefits for a while now, but you longed for something more. In fear of that never happening, you decide to go on dates, trying to find your match. One date ends badly, and you.. confide in Evan. Does he also long to be more than just fuck buddies? or is he content with this situation?

You and Evan aren’t together,

You both agreed it’s nothing more than sex, just something casual.

So why the hell do you feel so guilty getting ready for a date? You should have butterflies in your stomach. I mean, fuck, you’re going out with one of the hottest dudes you’ve ever seen.

But instead, you feel nothing but guilt — maybe even shame? How could you have had sex with Evan not even three hours ago, and now you're getting ready for a date? What does this make you? A slut, maybe?

You’re almost ready; dressed, hair done, just finishing your makeup in the bathroom mirror. But that feeling of guilt is still not going away — you should be excited, blissful, fucking giddy. But you’re not, and you don’t quite understand why. Well, you do understand why; it’s because you think you and Evan will be something. but you won’t; it’s just sex, we’re just friends. You remind yourself before walking out of the bathroom.

—

You see Evan in the kitchen; he’s on the phone again, probably talking to Chris or something.

You try to sneak past and slip your shoes on, wanting to stay undetected.

“You look nice, love,” you hear Evan say from the kitchen. You look up and see him leaning against the doorway of the living room, phone in his hands.

“Thank you,” you reply happily, grinning softly, despite the circumstances.

“Where are you going?”

“Oh, um, a date.” You speak quietly, all feelings of joy suddenly gone.

You can't find it in you to look at him when you say this. You know the relationship is casual, but a part of you longs for it to be something different, something more than just sex.

“Have fun, then. Stay safe, darling,” he replies gently after a moment. “I’ll be here when you get back,” he adds, before disappearing into the kitchen.

You hadn’t expected him to be mad, or even the slightest bit bitter. You were an adult—a single adult at that. You’re allowed to go on a date you tell yourself.

—

You wish you could say the date went well, but in reality, it was terrible.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Evan Buckley.

his hands, and the way they caressed your body, grabbing it and pulling it close to his.

his lips, leaving sloppy wet trails of kisses along your neck, all the way down to your..

and his beautiful body — fuck. You wish you were with him now.

And your date was something else, he wouldn’t stop talking about his plans for the future, which wouldn’t be all bad if you weren’t thinking about what you wanted Evan to do to you tonight.

But God, did your date go on and on, only asking about you when it was relevant to his plans. not to mention his boring hobbies, which he just had to tell you about.

So was it really a surprise when your first thought when you arrived home was to be in Evan's bed? No, not really.

—

“Evan,” you whimper as he softly kisses your neck.

He slowly unbuttons your shirt, teasing you as he removes the buttons one by one, kissing your neck sloppily in between. Finally, he slides your shirt to the ground once the buttons are completely undone.

“So needy, hm?” He tuts, sliding his tongue down your chest, gently kissing your tits.

“All mine,” he mumbles into your chest. You can feel the grin on his lips as they make their way against yours once more.

lips still pressed together, he backs you into the wall, smashing your body against it. You break the kiss only for a moment to catch your breath.

“Pants,” he groans, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants. “Off,” he demands, sliding them down painfully slowly, all the way to your feet.

You step out of the pants and kick them to the side while his tongue makes its way into your mouth.

You moan at the new sensation in your mouth. You move one hand to cup his cheek, while the other lands in his hair.

“Bed.” He pants after breaking the kiss, and without saying anything else, you and Evan make your way through the living room into your bedroom. He pushes you onto the bed and unbuttons his shirt.

You watch him carefully, never taking your eyes away from his body. You watch as he slips his shirt off and climbs on the bed, kneeling right in front of you.

“Bra off,” he commands, watching you unclip your bra without hesitation and throw it to the floor. “Good fucking girl, hm?” He praises you, grabbing your face and kissing you sloppily, the kiss travels down to your chest once more.

Evan brings a hand up to cup your tit while he licks around your sensitive nipples.

“Evan, please,” you whine pathetically, needing more of him.

Evan grins and slips your panties off, tossing them aside, leaving you completely exposed.

He begins to pump his fingers into your cunt, and unlike before, it’s aggressive and passionate. “You like that, darling?" He mocks you, hearing you gasp the faster he goes.

You cannot form a reply due to the fact that his fingers are slamming repeatedly into your g spot.

“I asked you a question; don’t be rude,” he scolds lightly, removing his fingers from your dripping cunt.

“Yes, Evan, fuck,” you moan in response, feeling empty at the loss of his fingers.

Evan groans in approval and spreads your legs, slipping down on the bed just enough so his mouth is perfectly aligned with your glistening pussy.

He slides his tongue in, circling your clit slowly. “Mine, all mine,” he rasps before continuing to tease your sensitive pussy.

“Evan, please,” you beg helplessly. “I need to come, please.”

“You’ll come, baby, trust me,” he promises, lifting his head up from your dripping wet cunt. “But not before you tell me whose pussy this is.” He whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers back into your pussy.

He’s never said that before, but you don’t care; all you can feel is yourself getting closer, just from his fingers and tongue alone. You begin to push yourself on his fingers, trying to get off faster, needing more.

You’re so lost in arousal that you completely forgot to respond to Evan's command, but he doesn’t forget.

“Spread your legs and answer my question, or you won’t be finishing at all tonight.” He orders, pulling your legs apart and licking around, but not yet in your soaking cunt.

You spread your legs further than before, exposing your wet pussy to him. You lift your head and see a possessive glint in his eyes, an edge to his expression. This makes you impossibly wetter, and you plead for Evan to let you come.

“Evan,” you whine, your hands reaching up to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Please, I need to come,” you beg, not knowing how much longer you can wait.

“Shh, I know, love.” He promises again, “But you need to tell me who you belong to; I think someone’s forgotten.”

Shivers run down your spine at his words, feeling even more turned on. “You, Evan,” you pant, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief when you feel him slide his fingers into you once again, bringing you closer to the edge.

“me? What about me, love?”

“I belong - god.” You cut yourself off with a moan, feeling evan hit your g spot once again.

“You belong?” he asks, grinning cockily.

“I belong to you!” You pant, noticing Evan's unoccupied hand make its way to your chest again.

“And what about these?” He challenges you, circling his finger around the sensitive bud of your nipple, making you gasp in pleasure.

“Yours,” you groan, your heartbeat quickening as it’s all too much.

“That’s right, all mine,” he whispers against your breast before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, torturing the bud with his tongue, before moving onto the other nipple and repeating his actions. leaving both nipples swollen and even more sensitive than before.

He lifts his head up once more. “You’re all mine; you got that?” He asks, pushing you even closer to the edge by thrusting his fingers in, then completely removing them. Repeating this until you give him an answer.

“Y-yes!” You choke on the words, tears streaming down your face, needing to finish more than anything.

He approves your response, and finally, finally let’s you finish. The sense of relief is overwhelming. You come with Evan's name on your lips. You know it’s not a lie; you’re Evans, and honestly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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