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nadvs · 1 year ago

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watch and learn (part one)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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At first, you cut your neighbor some slack. Over freshman welcome week, you figured it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect him to be quiet.

But it’s Thursday of week two, well past quiet hours, and the bass of his music is nearly making your bed shake.

You assumed the guy you’ve heard but haven’t seen yet would settle down once classes were underway. So much for that.

You have a lecture early tomorrow. It’s past midnight and his music and loud conversations are still drumming through your wall.

You’d call the resident advisor, but you’d rather talk to him yourself so not to risk any bad blood that could form from you snitching on him. You sigh, get out of bed, and decide to finally face him.

Rafe takes another hit of his joint, leaning back in his desk chair while three of his frat buddies talk about the past week of rushing.

He just got accepted into his top choice frat and he’s elated. And if he proves himself, he’ll be able to move into the Sigma Chi house next semester.

He probably will never get used to living in such a small room compared to the mansion he grew up in, but at least the frat house will be an upgrade.

“Dude, I think someone’s knocking,” Blake says, slapping Rafe’s knee.

“Oh, shit,” Rafe laughs, high out of his mind. He pauses the music and ambles out of the circle he’s been sitting in.

When he opens the door to see a girl in pajamas looking up at him, her arms crossed and her lips pinched, he’s taken aback for a second. Damn, you’re pretty.

“Hi,” you say, failing to force a smile at the man towering over you. The smell of weed hits you instantly. “I live next door. I wanted to ask if you could please keep it down?”

He grimaces as his unseen friends jeer behind him. You notice the Greek lettering on his t-shirt. A frat boy. Of course.

“You’re in trouble, Rafe!” one of them taunts.

He props a big arm against his doorframe, his blue eyes trailing down your body.

“Were we being loud?” he teases, purposely playing dumb. He’s obviously wasted. And is giving off strong fuckboy vibes.

“I have an early class tomorrow,” you try to explain. “Can you at least keep the music off?”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“Listen… Rafe, right?” you say. He nods, his grin still so fucking smug. You tell him your name. “I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s fun, but-”

“That’s kind of what you’re doing,” Rafe interrupts. The way your face screws up when you’re pissed off is too cute for him to stop fucking with you.

“Don’t you have a frat house you can do this at?” you finally snap, gesturing to his t-shirt.

“You telling me I can’t be in my own room?” Rafe says, annoyance starting to prick at his skin.

“Not if you’re gonna keep people up,” you say.

“Turn around.”

“What?” you snap.

“I wanna know if I can see the stick up your ass from here,” he says.

His friends explode in laughter and he looks back with a wide smile.

“I fucking hate frat boys,” you mutter more to yourself than to him. Rafe brings a hand up to his chest in mock offence. “And you’re not allowed to smoke in your room,” you add.

“You gonna tell on me?” He cocks his head, his hair falling over his forehead.

“Yeah, actually, I might.”

A man appears behind Rafe with a charming smile.

“Okay, okay,” he drawls to you, gesturing to dap Rafe up. “We should get going anyway.”

“Nah, man, you don’t have to,” Rafe says, immediately disappointed that his fun is ending.

“It’s late,” he says. The man nods at you with a smile.

“Blake,” he introduces himself to you. “Sorry about the noise.”

“Thank you,” you say through gritted teeth, wishing Rafe had half the manners his friend does. He shuffles past you, followed by two other guys who say their goodbyes to Rafe.

“Happy?” Rafe mutters, all the playfulness from his tone now gone.

“Thrilled,” you say, turning to get back to your room.

The next afternoon, you’re on the phone with your friend, Liv, as you make your way back to your dorm room after a full day of classes.

She’s trying to convince you to come to a party at a frat house tonight. You’re exhausted after a long day, but she’s right that you need some fun.

“I can’t be out long,” you say on the phone, pushing your key into the lock. “I’m tired. And honestly, already kind of stressed out over school.”

“Maybe you’ll meet a guy who’ll take your mind off things,” Liv suggests. You snort.

“The last guy I hooked up was such a disappointment,” you tell her. You try to twist your key. It won’t budge. “I almost faked my orgasm, then was like, it’s not even worth it.”

Liv laughs.

“They should know when they suck,” she says.

You wiggle your key, your fingers starting to hurt.

“Exactly,” you say. “Plus, he wanted to try this position and… I don’t know, I felt too nervous to do it. It was just a failure all around.”

Finally, your key twists and make it into your room, clueless to the fact that Rafe heard everything.

That night, you’re at the Sigma Chi house, two drinks in, when you spot your neighbor playing beer pong across the room. Shit. You’re sure this is his frat.

You already told Liv about your encounter with Rafe, so you nudge her and point him out.

“That’s my fuckboy neighbor,” you say.

“You didn’t mention how hot he is.”

“Wait until he opens his mouth,” you tell her, earning a laugh.

Honestly, Rafe does look good. He fills out his t-shirt so well, his backwards hat pushing his hair out of his handsome face.

Rafe glances around the crowded room and catches you staring at him. Even though you irritated him the first time you spoke last night, heat fills his body once he realizes your eyes are on him.

You quickly look away.

Despite how much of a tight-ass he thinks you are, he’s glad to see you tonight. What he overheard you say on the phone a few hours ago has been weighing on his mind. And his ego.

He finishes up his game of beer pong and the alcohol rushing through his system convinces him to find you and ask you what he’s been mulling over.

“Are you lost?” a voice says behind you.

You turn to look up at Rafe, who’s ducking down so you can hear him over the music. You glance back at Liv, who raises her eyebrows and turns away to give you privacy.

“Or do you actually know how to have fun?” he asks. You sigh as you glance back at him.

“I do, without the expense of people’s sleep,” you reply, a sarcastic smile on your face. “Crazy concept, right?”

“I figured it out,” he says. “Why you’re such a tight-ass.”

“I am not a tight-ass,” you reply.

“It’s ‘cause you can’t get off. I heard you,” he says. He sees embarrassment wash over your face. You know exactly what he’s referring to. “And I’m the loud one?”

You look away, regretting that you didn’t stop to think your voice would float into his dorm room. Fuck.

“Does that actually happen?” Rafe asks. “Girls fake orgasms?”

Your eyes dart up to meet his and you scoff a chuckle.

“Yes,” you say. “What, you didn’t know that?”

Rafe shakes his head. Admittedly, he’s been wondering if any girls faked cumming with him since he overheard you. It’s kind of a blow to his ego.

“Ouch,” you laugh, regaining your confidence. “Let me guess. You thought you had a perfect track record.”

“How can you tell that a girl’s faking it?”

You take a sip of your beer and he can’t help but notice the enticing way your lips look glossed with moisture.

“Every girl’s different,” you say. “But for the most part, you can… feel it. You know… down there.”

You’re glad you’re drunk for this conversation. You doubt you could have it sober.

“How?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“I’m not helping you with this,” you say. “Especially after you were such a dick to me.”

Rafe smirks, looking down. You notice he has really cute dimples. Shit. The fuckboy is charming you.

“Let’s start over,” he suggests. “I have an idea.”

“You can have those?” you ask.

“I heard you say you were nervous trying a new position,” Rafe says, ignoring your chide. You look down in unease again.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says. You look at him again, speechless over how forward he is. “We can help each other. You show me how to make a girl cum and how to know I actually did it. And I’ll let you practice whatever you want with me until you feel confident.”

You freeze for a second. Is he seriously suggesting you two fuck… to get better at fucking?

“Oh, you’ll let me?” you say, his proposal admittedly making your stomach numb with anticipation. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” Rafe says with a shrug. You realize he’s being totally and unabashedly serious. “What? Do you need time to think about it?”

You take another sip of your drink, the cold beer spilling down your throat.

He is insane. But he’s also attractive. Charming. Confident. Would it be so crazy to start hooking up with him?

You’d have the guarantee of an orgasm, without wondering if the guy you’re with cares enough about getting you there, and you’d get practice so you don’t feel as insecure next time you’re with a guy you actually like.

“I’m in, only if you promise to actually respect quiet hours from now on,” you finally say.

“Great sex isn’t a good enough deal?”

“Who’s to say it’ll be great?”

“So, I have to tiptoe around my own room,” he says, his temper flaring.

“If you consider not blasting music at night tiptoeing, then yeah,” you retort.

If Rafe wasn’t sure of it before, he is now: you’re hot when you’re pissed off.

“Fine,” he relents. He’ll probably be moving out next semester anyway. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and opens a new conversation. “Text yourself so I have your number.“

You hand him your cup in exchange for his phone. You send an eggplant emoji to your number. He takes a sip of your drink and you scowl.

“Are you that selfish in bed, too?” you say.

“You can let me know,” he quips. You roll your eyes at him and take your drink, giving him his phone back. Rafe chuckles when he sees the emoji you sent yourself.

“I will,” you promise. “I’ll call you out on everything you do wrong. If you can take it.”

“Okay,” he says. “Tonight?”

Wow. He’s eager. It’s kind of thrilling that he wants you this badly.

“Maybe,” you say. “If I’m not too tired when I get home, I’ll text you.”

Rafe’s chest tightens with excitement. His hot, mouthy neighbor is actually doing this with him.

“Sure.” Rafe juts out his bottom lip, nodding, as if this conversation is completely normal. He’s so casual about it. This feels unreal.

You give him a small smile. Probably the first genuine one you’ve offered him. Okay. You can admit to yourself that you’re looking forward to hooking up with him.

You stay at the frat house for another hour, hanging out with Liv and a few other friends you made, before you make it to your dorm just before midnight.

After changing into pajamas, and the nicest set of bra and panties that you own, you text Rafe: i’m home if you want to come over.

About ten minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You open it to see Rafe standing with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray sweatpants.

You’re sure he knows how good he looks when you notice the outline of his length. He did this on purpose.

“Eager,” you say. “Were you already home?”

“I was quiet, huh?” he boasts, stepping into your room. He takes a second to soak in your space, eyes travelling over the way you’ve decorated.

“What the fuck? Your room’s bigger than mine,” he says.

“They’re all the same size.” You settle on your bed, glad he’s so comfortable about this, not making it awkward at all. Truthfully, the beer has worn off, and you’re kind of freaked out.

But this is what you’re doing this for. So you can stop being so nervous about sex.

“I’ll show you my room and you’ll see for yourself,” Rafe says. You watch him pace across your space to study the photos on your wall.

His eyes travel over the snapshots of you with your family and friends, your smile bright and pretty in every image.

With Rafe’s back turned to you, you take in the way his broad shoulders stretch out his white t-shirt. By the slight curve in his back, you can tell he’s not just lean, but muscular, too.

“How long are you expecting this… arrangement to go on for?” you ask.

“Until we’re both satisfied,” he says confidently, turning to meet your eyes.

“So, you’re aware you won’t be coming out of this with a girlfriend, right?” you assert.

While Rafe is attractive and charming, he’s also rude and narcissistic. You don’t want him to think you’re interested in him in that way. This isn’t a romance.

“Oh, yeah,” he huffs. “I’m not gonna be in college tied down to one chick.”

You scoff. Yup. Definitely no romance here.

“Maybe don’t call a girl a chick,” you say. “At least not to her face.”

“Right,” Rafe says with an easy laugh. He slowly steps towards you, his eyelids heavy as he looks down at you. “You have nice tits.”

You feel your skin burn, looking down at your chest in your tank-top. Rafe hardens the longer he looks at you.

“How sweet,” you say flatly.

Rafe smirks and sits down next to you, getting right to business as he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft. He tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and smells like aftershave.

He’s a good kisser. But you expected as much. By his confidence and the fact that he prepositioned you the way he did, you can tell he’s experienced with girls.

You feel his hand slide up your body and squeeze your breast. You sit back, disjointing your lips.

“Slow down,” you tell him. “Do you always go right into groping a girl like this?”

“Yeah?” His brows furrow.

“Okay, some might like it,” you say. “But most want foreplay. You have to give me some time to get turned on.”

“Aren’t you already?” he asks. “We’re kissing.”

“We’ve been at it for like, a second, Rafe. Just because you’re…” You look down at the tent in his sweatpants. “Ready, it doesn’t mean I am.”

“So, what should I do?” he asks.

“Just… don’t rush,” you say.

Rafe nods and leans into kiss you again, his hand cupping your waist this time. He doesn’t usually like kissing that much, typically wanting to jump right into sex, but the way your tongue runs over his is actually sort of nice.

A few moments later, his fingers dip to pull your top off. When Rafe sees you in your bra, he swallows hard. Why does he feel like this is his first time seeing a half-naked woman?

Probably because he’s being graded, he realizes.

“Wow,” he breathes. You look down, scratching your neck. “Damn, you do get nervous.”

“What?” you say.

“When a guy says wow, take the compliment,” he states.

You shyly shake your head and pull him in for another kiss to brush past the moment. He catches on, pushing you back.

“I’m teaching you shit, too, remember?” he mutters. “Don’t be shy. You’re hot.”

“Alright,” you groan, tugging at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He smirks and obeys, hoping he at least partly got through to you.

When your eyes roam Rafe’s bare torso, your heart pounds harder.

You continue making out, and he eventually slowly unhooks your bra. He peels it off and slowly cups your breast, fondling and gently squeezing.

“Is this too hard?” he asks.

“No, it’s - it’s good,” you sigh. You remind yourself this is supposed to be instructional. “You should… um…”

“What?” he asks against your lips. “Stop being shy.”

“Play with my nipples,” you say, cheeks burning. “Some girls like that.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” He looks down at your chest and softly pinches you, then rubs his thumb back and forth. “Good.”

Rafe is entirely hard now, your praise making him ache to be inside you. But he’s here to learn. He needs to go slower.

He dips to put his mouth on your chest, his lips locking around your nipple. You let out a shaky moan and he knows he’s doing something right.

Big hands gently press against your hips to push you onto your back. You settle on your firm bed, hands roaming over his smooth back.

He shifts to give your other breast the same amount of attention, coating your nipple in his warm spit. You bite your lip, feeling your stomach tighten in arousal.

“Can I go down on you?” he rasps.

You meet his eyes. Rafe realizes just how pleased you look already. It’s really gratifying.

“Yeah,” you whisper. He eagerly pulls down your bottoms and panties in one move, losing his breath when his eyes take you in.

“Goddamn.” His voice is strained. You’re already glistening and he wants to put his mouth on you immediately.

“Go slow there, too,” you say. “Kiss my thighs first.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding urgently. It’s satisfying seeing him listen to you like this, considering he doesn’t seem to care for rules.

Your thighs are so damn soft against his mouth. He peppers kisses up your skin. It’s taking all his willpower not to start eating you out right now.

Your breaths are shallow as he leaves languid, tender kisses on you. You feel his fingers stretch your lips apart and hear him sharply inhale.

“Now?” he asks impatiently.

“Yeah. Lick everywhere,” you say, “but pay the most attention to my clit. You know where it is, right?”

“I’m not that fucking helpless,” he mutters. You can’t help but laugh.

He lowers his mouth onto you and you tremble immediately. He laps at you for a few seconds, a groan escaping his lips.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste really fucking good.”

“Do you always talk like that?” you ask.

“Yeah, is it okay?” Rafe says, suddenly tense.

“It’s amazing,” you admit. “Keep doing it.”

“Yeah?” he says with a smile. He points his tongue over your clit, wriggling it over your flesh.

“That’s good,” you tell him. “Make your tongue flat, too. Switch between the two.”

You feel him nod against you, avidly taking every tip.

“And suck a little,” you tell him. Rafe didn’t think he’d like being bossed around, but the way you’re telling him what feels good and making him better at eating pussy is rewarding.

He starts to suck at your clit and the way you moan tells him everything he needs to know. He sucks harder and your breath gets shaky.

Rafe is desperate to see how the inside of you feels, even if it’s just with his fingers. He shifts to slowly dip a finger in your cunt and glances up to look at you.

“Can I finger you?” he says.

“Yes,” you nod. “It’s good to ask. Start with one.”

He slowly sinks into you, stopping at his knuckle. You’re so tight.

“Shit, baby,” Rafe whispers. “I know you’re gonna squeeze my cock so good.”

Your head is spinning. You’ve never had a man talk to you like this before. This is what you’ve been missing out on, hooking up with guys who didn’t care about your pleasure? It feels unfair.

He adds a finger, curling into you and feeling you clench around him as he continues to work your clit. You look down to enjoy the sight of his head between your legs, the tips of soft dirty blonde hair tickling your skin.

It’s intoxicating, being taken care of the way you want to be.

Rafe’s jaw starts to get sore, but your noises give him the drive to keep going. Eventually, your thighs press against your ears.

“I’m gonna cum,” you mumble. “Don’t stop.” Rafe’s stomach twists with excitement, fully alert and eager to take mental notes.

Your breath stops, your muscles tense, and your walls flutter around him as you meet your peak. Sparks of pleasure fire throughout your body and you tug at the roots of his hair.

He keeps sucking and licking and pumping his fingers until you shuffle beneath him, overstimulated.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Good, that’s good.”

Rafe sits up, his lips wet with your arousal. You look happy, yet somehow kind of guilty. He makes a mental note to figure out how to make you unashamed for having a sex drive.

The way you’re panting is making him so fucking turned on that it hurts.

“I need to fuck you,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly, hoping he’d say that. “Do you have something?”

He nods, pulling a condom wrapper out of his pocket. He takes his pants and boxers off at the same time and he springs out.

You never thought you’d think a cock could be perfect, but there’s no other way to describe it.

He leans over you, looking down as he lines himself up and slowly sinks into you. You watch him shut his eyes with pleasure, but when he opens them again, you look down at his body.

“So shy,” Rafe teases, his voice thick. “Make eye contact.”

You listen to him, meeting his eyes. It adds an entirely new level of pleasure and vulnerability, looking at each other while he starts to rock in and out of you.

He starts to thrust faster, revelling in the way your tits are bouncing with his force. His strokes are deep and powerful and you whimper over how nice it feels.

His balls feel tight already. He never cums this fast. There’s something about you that’s making his body react like this. But knowing you already orgasmed, he doesn’t let himself overthink it.

“Feels good?” Rafe asks with amusement in his tone. You moan in response. At least he doesn’t need to improve on this part.

He goes harder, losing his rhythm as he reaches his climax, trembling over you. The way he breathes through it is so unbelievably hot to you.

Once Rafe slows down, he collapses on top of you, his chest pressed against yours.

“How was that?” he mumbles.

“I don’t think your ego needs to get any bigger,” you say breathlessly. “But that was good.”

“Just good?”

You laugh. Okay, it was fucking mind-blowing. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“Yup,” you say, patting his shoulder. “Let me up.”

“What - what could I have done better?” he asks, sitting up off of you, pulling out. “I listened to everything you said. I swear, I never cum that fast.”

You smirk. He’s desperate for the praise.

“Fine,” you say. “It was amazing, okay? Don’t let it get to your head, frat boy.”

It definitely gets to his head. You can tell by the way he’s smiling.

“What position did that guy want you to try? Wanna do it?” he asks. You shake your head in disbelief. He could probably go all night.

“Next time,” you say, exhausted, your muscles weak.

Rafe’s disappointed, but he doesn’t show it.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Next time.”

part two

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chariaki · 8 months ago

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I like you!

Yuji x fem!reader

It took you a while to actually notice Yuji Itadori. Although, yes, you are close friends, you never really read into his gestures too deeply, since he is friendly to everyone.

Over the past few years, you failed to notice the way he dyes his hair only pink for the reason that you said you liked it on him, the way the same colour rises to his cheeks when you ruffle his hair and call him a "cutie pie", the way he focuses on you instead of the lesson you were teaching him, and especially the way his body flinches, ears red, and pants bulged up whenever you hug him tightly.

Nobara talked to you about Yuji when you had a sleepover at her place. The girl talk helped you confirm your rising suspicion about him. Yuji Itadori has a crush on you!

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Okay! Lets get this straight:

Yuji Itadori, 18 years old, male. Just your ordinary teenager. Been friends with him for more than 10 years, friendly, sweet, funny and his most prominent characteristics are: his pink hair, his muscular build and.... his crush. on. you.

This realization made you think about him for weeks. It made you think about you and him. And what surprises you is that you didn't feel an ounce of discomfort thinking about Yuji as a possible boyfriend. You even thought of him in all sorts of ways.

A few weeks has gone by and you found it entertaining to just stare at him. Your body turned to him, eyes shamelessly focused on him. You always thought of Yuji as cute. But now...He actually looks so handsome.

You admire the way his eyes are sharply focused on reading a manga, the way his brows furrow in frustration from the plot, the way his cheek shows the bulge of his tongue. He makes a click sound. And suddenly, you're eyes fall to his arms, he wasn't even trying yet his muscles are just so evident. It's proof of his diligent hard work.

You stood up and walked to his desk, bending your body forward to to meet his face.

"Yujiiii"

You whispered. Your face so close to his that you can smell his perfume and, with his ears red, you're sure he can smell yours too. Not to mention the way his eyes momentarily looked down to your chest and back up to your face so fast, you could've missed it if you blinked!

But you didn't. You saw it and it made you want to tease him more.

"Let's go home?"

"Uhh... Yeah. Sure!"

He hurriedly packs up his things and stands up behind you with his hand carrying his backpack. When he sees that you were done with your stuff, he effortlessly slings your bag on his back. A habit he developed since he always walked home with you. Yuji didn't want your pretty body to be tired from carrying such a heavy bag.

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The walk home was as usual, you, talking excitedly about your day and him looking at you, smiling. Occasionally, Yuji would also beam about his video games, monster movies and the times Megumi slapped and scolded him for doing something stupid. It was a routine day for you and so you wanted to make a difference.

"Yuuu, wanna go grab ice cream? My treat!" You beam up at him, eyes mischevious and playful.

"Okei okeii!!!"

The two of you approached your favorite ice cream truck. You and Yuji had been buying their ice creams ever since you were kids. The owner had practically watched you grow up.

"Well if it isn't my favorite lovebirds!"

"'Sup, Uncle!!" Yuji greeted. You always wondered why he called you guys that and you denied it every time. You also failed to notice that Yuji didn't mind the nickname and is even happy to hear it. And now you know why.

"Hiii, Uncleee! We'll have our usual" You greeted, turning around to find Yuji lingering behind you. His tall figure smilling down at you as his hand takes out money from his oocket and pays for the ice cream.

"Heyyyy!!! I told you I was going to pay!" You pouted at him.

He poked your cheek and bended his knees to level his face with yours. "Hehe. I got it. Besides, we can celebrate the day you didn't deny it. " He smiled and patted your head.

"Deny what?" You ask while looking at Yuji grabbing your ice creams and the receipt, walking towards the nearby table and placing your bags down. He looks at you from his seat and pats the seat next to him.

"The"Lovebirds" ....Just kidding!" He exclaims while happily biting into his ice cream.

He had ice cream on his nose.

"Hmmmm"

You say smirking. You scooted closer to him, inching your face near his face. Yuji's eyes widen, body leaning back to lengthen the space between your faces. You don't give in and leaned closer even more.

He's so adorable. A blush rises to his cheeks and ears in the same color as his hair. You loved it when he did that.

What amuses you is when he closed his eyes.

You took this opportunity to kiss his nose, licking away the ice cream.

"Mmm!! Strawberry. Heh."

Yuji slowly opened his eyes, dumbfounded.

"H-huh?! HUHHH??"

Poor boy collapsed backward, back landing on the wooden bench. Ice cream falling on the grass.

The owner laughed loudly, witnessing everything that unfolded.

"Yuji? You alright there?" You chuckled.

"Uhhhhhh.... give me a minute yn.. " He mumbled, arms covering his face while he layed still,cheast heaving up and down.

After what you assumed to be five minutes, Yuji slowly rose up, cheeks and ears still pink, a hand touching the place where you kissed him.

"Uhh....I-"

"Yuji." You smiled at him, amused at his flustered state.

"W-wait, Yn. Please let me go first."

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

"I like you."

Your eyes widened.

He confessed! You thought to yourself. You stayed silent, now you're the one who's flustered.

WHO wouldn't be when Yuji Itadori is looking at you with such emotion in his eyes. He's so focused on you, patiently awaiting for your response.

"You don't have to reply now of course! I just.... I just wanted you to know. I really do like you, yn. Have liked you since the first time you took me here to buy ice cream, still liked you even when you ranted about your old crush, and I'm pretty damn sure I'll continue liking or fucking loving you even if you turn me down."

He hold such intense eye contact. Determination in his eyes, in contrast to the red in his ears and the constant pink in his cheeks that gives away his embarrassment.

You rested your head on his chest, hiding your flustered face and looking away from his inteses gaze. You're sure you turned into a tomato too.

"Mm mike kyu chew"

You mumbled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat race through his uniform.

"Hm? I didn't get that, Yn." Yuji questioned, rubbing your arms on your side with his big hands then gently pulling you up to face him.

His eyes widened, lips broke into a big smile.

"Y-your all red!!" His eyes crinkled and his loud, beautiful laugh escaped his lips.

"Hmph! I LIKE YOU TOO, OKAY!"

You exclaimed. Embarrassment visible in your voice.

"You do?" Yuji beamed and leaned his face close in anticipation.

"I do." You couldn't help but smile as you squished his cheeks, your ice cream long discarded. He leaned in your touch.

"I like you more."

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This fic is inspired by @smsm22!! 💛

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its-luna-noel · 2 months ago

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puppy chronicles

03. the playful puppy | nanami x reader

The JJK men are gifted a hybrid puppy. ...wait, that kind of puppy? alpha!human!jjk men x omega!hybrid!reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, hybrid!au, omegaverse, hybrid!reader, omega!reader, pet play, collars/leashes, smut, heat/rut, knots, oral (f! receiving)

word count: 4.3k next: the innocent puppy | choso x reader

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notes: hi there! here's nanami's puppy chronicle, i hope you enjoy! had a lot of fun writing this one, he's got such a good dynamic.

When Kento was told he was getting a Christmas bonus this year, he was not expecting to receive an untrained hybrid puppy instead of an extra check.

You tug at the leash his boss’s secretary has you on, nearly knocking her over as you whine and whimper, tail wagging excitedly behind you while you try to catch his scent. Your sheer black slip rides up your hips, revealing matching black panties that accentuate the plush curve of your ass. The flesh around your hips and thighs jiggles gently with every animated lash of your tail.

Kento has to clear his throat and adjust the tie at his neck, suddenly feeling far too warm in his suit.

“Uh, sir–” he tries to say, because he wasn’t expecting to go home with a puppy today.

His boss cuts him off with a grin and a hearty laugh. “Just take her, Nanami! She’s from one of the best breeders in town; I’m sure she’ll make a perfect pet, once she’s trained.” He winks.

So Kento takes the leash from the secretary, pretending his hand isn’t shaking.

He takes you home, keeping you on a short leash to keep you by his side as he unlocks his front door and allows you in. He unclips the leash from your thick leather collar, and you’re darting away, ignoring the calls of your name while you giggle and explore.

He pinches the bridge of his nose while he watches you prance around his living room, exploring all of his decorations, his collection of books, his shelf of records. Your furry tail whips side to side, and your ass wiggles while it wags because you just can’t contain your excitement; you have a home! You’ve always wanted one of those, especially with a handsome, kind owner. He’s got pretty blond hair and warm hazel eyes, and he smells good, too, like a true alpha. You smell him on the air and bound over to him, rubbing up on him affectionately.

“Mr. Nanami!” you cry happily, tail still beating back and forth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He sighs softly, and his drawn expression relaxes a little as he looks down at you, watching you rub your face against his shoulder. “Call me Kento,” he tells you, reaching up to pet your fluffy, floppy ears.

You hum happily and tap your foot animatedly, making him chuckle. Then, when he pulls away, you bound away, jumping up and down excitedly. “Do you have any toys? Or games? What about a ball; I’m really good at fetch! Or tug-of-war, I’m good at that too!”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have any toys, puppy. I wasn’t exactly expecting to bring you home today.”

Your tail drops, and a small pout forms on your lips. Then you brighten up. “That’s okay! We can go get some! Can we go shopping, Mr. Kento? For toys?”

“Just Kento,” he emphasizes gently. “Will you be a good girl if I take you out?”

You grin up at him, bounding towards the front door. “I’ll be good! Oh, please please please!”

So he lets out another soft sigh before gently patting your side, gesturing for you to move away from him. “Let’s get you changed first.”

“Oh, but why? I don’t wanna wait!”

He gives you a stern look. “Because I don’t want other alphas staring at you while we’re out. The walk here was hard enough.”

You smile up at him, tail wagging. It makes you feel good that he wants to keep you for himself, that he’s already possessive over you. It makes you feel like you’re wanted, desired. “Okay!” you chirp, turning and happily skipping towards the master bedroom.

He shakes his head after you, following you. “On the left,” he calls ahead as you sniff at different doors, trying to find the bedroom.

You walk inside, and you’re suddenly overcome by the overpowering scent of him. It’s everywhere, heady in its intensity, drowning you in musk as you, without permission, crawl up onto the bed and curl up right in the center.

Kento walks in and raises an eyebrow when he sees you. “That’s mine,” he says.

You smile, tail thumping softly against the sheets. “Smells like you,” is all you say in reply.

He lets out another sigh before coming over and sitting on the end of the bed. He reaches over a hand and lightly pets your ears, and your foot taps repeatedly against the mattress.. “Let me find you some real clothes to wear, alright?”

You nod happily, bumping your nose against his palm affectionately. He smiles a little and stands.

He searches through his dressers for something you can wear, something more appropriate than the sheer, unsupported slip you were presented to him in. He finds you one of his sweaters and a pair of joggers that might fit you.

You stay curled up on his bed, watching him move around the bedroom with ease.

He’s attractive, you notice again. Almost devastatingly so. With cheekbones so sharp you’re sure you’d cut your fingers on them and those gentle eyes, it makes you want to whine and whimper until he comes over and ravishes you in his bed. But the idea of going on a walk with him is even more tempting, so you sit perfectly still in bed while he brings you clothes, setting them on the bed beside you.

“Get dressed,” he tells you.

You grin up at him and crawl towards him, sniffing at his neck. “You’re supposed to dress me! I’m your puppy now.”

His cheeks burn pink, and you coo at the adorable sight, lapping at his neck and cheeks. He puts his hands on your shoulders to gently push you away. “Stop that. You’re perfectly capable of dressing yourself.”

You whine, high-pitched and pathetic. “But Kento,” you say, and the sound of his name on your sweet lips is enough to make him blush a deeper shade of red, “I want you to do it.”

So he, cheeks still brightly flushed, reaches down towards your thighs, grabbing the bottom of your sheer slip, and starts pulling it up your legs.

Your tail wags animatedly at the feeling of his knuckles brushing your skin.

He pulls the slip up, up, up, until your body is fully revealed to him besides the lacy panties you still wear. Your tits hang perfectly on your chest, and he fights to swallow, averting his gaze before he starts imagining what it would be like to lower his mouth to them and suck, to run his tongue over your heated skin.

He clears his throat and grabs the sweater he brought for you, practically shoving it onto your body.

You whine again at his brusque behavior, ears pinned back, though if it’s in annoyance or hurt he’s not sure. So because he can’t tell, he softens his movements a little, gently helping you to stand at the side of the bed so you can step into the legs of his joggers.

Once they’re up around your hips, he practically sighs in relief. You’re much less of a temptation now that you’re not dressed in see-through lingerie. He reaches up, fingers gently trailing the leather collar at your throat. “Want this off, too?” he asks.

Immediately, you whimper, pulling back to look at him with pleading eyes. Your tail drops between your legs, and you shake your head repeatedly, backing up against the mattress. “No, don’t take it away!”

“Shh,” he whispers, caught off guard by your vehement response. “It’s okay, I won’t take it if you don’t want me to. I was just asking.”

Slowly, you relax. Then, once he offers a soft twitch of his lips towards what you think is a smile, you sniffle and prance forward. “Walk?” you ask.

He can’t help himself; he chuckles. “Yes, let’s go before the shops close.” He leads you towards the front door, and before you walk out the door into the brisk evening air, he clips your leash at your throat.

You hum, leaning your cheek into his hand before he pulls away. Then he opens the door and leads you outside.

He huffs when you bolt out the door, tail wagging wildly once more as you tug on the leash, going up to everything and everyone you see to investigate.

More than a few people stare at the misbehaving puppy.

Kento hisses your name under his breath, giving the leash a sharp tug – not enough to hurt you, but enough to make his displeasure known. Your ears pin back slightly, and you come to a stop, turning and looking back at him with a chastised expression.

He walks over, tightening his hold on the leash. “You said you’d be good.”

You hang your head, and he can’t tell if you’re being dramatic or if you’re actually taking in his soft reprimand. “Sorry.”

He sighs and pats your head, trying to raise your spirits once more. He already doesn’t like seeing you sad. “Come on,” he encourages, giving your ears a gentle rub. “Just try to stay by me, okay? I don’t like when you pull on the leash.”

You nod, seeming to take his instructions seriously. And when you start walking again, you stay at heel, simply gazing around at the sky, the neighborhood, the walking neighbors.

Living in an affluent area, there are a few other hybrids around, some on leashes and some off. They turn to look at you curiously, their ears forward and tails swishing as they realize a new puppy has joined the neighborhood.

Some who pass close enough stop to scent you, and when you scent them back, Kento has to try to not feel jealous. It’s only natural for you to be curious.

But he’s already starting to feel possessive of the little omega he was gifted only this afternoon.

He walks you to the nearby shops, where he buys you things you need like clothes and toiletries. Then, your last stop for the night, he leads you into one of the hybrid accessory shops to buy you toys as a reward for behaving. With bags in hand, he leads you back home, giving you slack on the leash as you continue to walk beside him without complaint.

When you get home and he unclips the leash from your collar, he gently squeezes your chin between thumb and forefinger. His eyes are even softer than they were before, and you gaze up at him, thinking he might just take you and kiss you senseless.

Instead he asks, “Would you rather sleep in my room or the guest room?”

Your heart aches to be away from him. “Can I sleep in your room?”

He nods and helps you take the bags up to his room, helping you unpack all your new things. Once he’s done, he turns with a smile and tosses a tennis ball – new and bright green and fragrant – down the hall.

You bound after it, laughter pealing off the walls. He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head after you. He wasn’t excited to have an energetic pup like you when he first walked you home, but now he’s sure you both will enjoy the company.

Besides, this just gives him the chance to learn exactly what tires you out.

When your heat comes, you’re nearly insufferable.

Rubbing your ass up on him, stretching and arching in bed just to tempt him into taking you – even just the sweet scent of your heat nearly drives him crazy. He’s trying to be respectful, trying to treat you kindly, but you’re making him want to just pin you down and mount you, to mate you like an animal.

He fights it for as long as he can, but he can only do so much when you’re just begging to be taken.

He comes home that day from work to find you nesting in bed, curled up in blankets and whimpering like it hurts, because it does. Every moment that the alpha – your alpha – won’t claim you is another spent in agonizing heat, and no amount of touching or fingering or cumming can fix it without his knot.

You try to tell him as such. You whimper, “Kento.”

“I know it hurts, sweet girl,” he says, voice hushed as he’s hit with the thick, cloying scent of you. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you; I don’t–”

“It’s not taking advantage of me,” you whine, ears flat against your skull as you rise up on your hands and knees and arch, wagging your ass back and forth. You can hear his sharp intake of breath as you show off your wet, darkened underwear, nearly translucent with slick and arousal. “Please!”

He grits his teeth, trying to fight it. But he can’t rip his eyes away from the sight of your barely clothed cunt, your puffy lips poking out from either side of the fabric. You’re so wet he’s pretty sure he could lean in and drink it from you, and yet he holds himself back, he hesitates, all because he doesn’t want to hurt you…

But with one last circular movement of your hips, he can’t help himself. He has to feast on you. Has to devour you.

He grabs your hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh there, and he yanks you backwards towards the edge of the bed. You yelp in surprise, but you just bury your face into the duvet and grind your hips back, the thin fabric of your underwear catching on the buckle of his belt.

He lets out a muffled groan, fingers squeezing your hips. “Sweet girl.” He’s already panting.

He falls to his knees at the end of the bed, spreading your thighs so he can get a better look at your dripping pussy. You angle your hips into an even deeper arch, and he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them to the side, taking a good, long look at the meal he’s about to have.

Then he leans in and licks a long stripe up your pussy from the back, tasting you for the first time.

He groans loudly, and your hips jolt, the vibrations from his voice sending pleasure tingling through your body. “Taste so sweet, darling girl,” he mumbles into your cunt, and then he licks another long line from your clit up to your pussy, tongue swirling there before diving in, making you cry out loudly at the sensation.

All he’s doing is building the heat higher, higher, higher.

“Kento,” you whimper, legs trembling already at the stimulation. He just wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you forward until your ass is dangling over the end of the bed, giving him a prime angle to eat out your drooling cunt. “Kento!”

He doesn’t stop. He just wraps his arms tighter and commands, “Say it again.”

But you don’t, because you’ve always been a playful little girl, and you like having the power over him. And so he pulls back, panting, hot breath fanning against the back of your thighs as he tries again. “Say my name, sweet girl.”

You shake your head, wiggling your ass in his face, tantalizingly close. “Not till you fuck me.”

He growls, a low, rumbling noise deep in his chest. “You’re being a little brat, huh? I know the best way to get you to stop that, though, don’t I?”

You shake your head, not understanding. You’re not a brat, you just like to play with him. Like when he finally smiles, when he finally lets his guard down enough for you to see the real, soft him, the one who laughs while playing with you and pets your hair like a good alpha.

But he knows the truth; you are a brat, and he knows he loves it.

He tightens his grip on your hips and continues, “Yeah, I know the best way.

“I just have to tire you out.”

You yelp again when he dives back into your pussy, nose nearly breaching your entrance as he licks at your clit with feverish intensity. You try to tug away, just wanting his dick! But he doesn’t let you go; he just wraps his arms tighter around you, beefy biceps pushing against your plush thighs. He laps at your clit repeatedly, finding the exact right angle that makes you moan the loudest and stays there, bringing you crashing towards your orgasm in an embarrassing amount of time. Your cheeks are burning as he makes you cum almost immediately, your thighs tightening and pussy throbbing against the tip of his nose as you ride out your orgasm on his face.

He doesn’t even stop for a moment to let you breathe before he’s forcing you towards a second one.

“Wait!” you cry, reaching back to push at his head, trying to detach him from your cunt. “Wait, I’m sorry!”

“Mm, don’t be sorry, sweet girl. I should be sorry for not tiring you out properly, especially when you’re just in heat and don’t know any better. Can’t know any better, right? You’re just a little puppy who needs to be taken care of.” And he redoubles his efforts against your clit.

You cry out again, hips bucking under his tongue. “Please, Kento!”

“Mm,” he hums against your clit, following your every movement so that he can make you cum properly – that is, over and over and over again. “What, sweetheart?”

You whimper, “Too much.”

“Aw, honey, it’s okay.” He reaches up with one hand and takes yours, which is currently gripping the duvet with white-knuckled intensity. “Just hold onto me.”

So you move your fingers to wrap around his, and it helps keep you grounded as he entirely ruins you.

He makes you cum a second time before he even moves. He takes a moment to catch his breath, working his jaw to relax the sore muscles before bringing the hand that’s not holding yours down to rub your ass. He palms the flesh there for a moment, letting you take a breather. He doesn’t start back up until your breath has started to slow.

Then he moves his hand, and two long, thick fingers push slowly into your pussy, stretching it open for him.

You whine and moan, hips bucking against his palm, but he doesn’t change his pace as he just slowly sinks into the heat of you, your dripping arousal more than enough lubrication for him to comfortably fit his fingers inside.

Then he pulls back and starts to slowly fingerfuck you.

You moan, hips continuing to try and pull away from his touch, instinctually running away from the overstimulation. But he doesn’t let you run; he keeps you pinned there as he resumes his perfect motions, licking your clit once more as he slowly pushes his fingers inside you.

You have no idea how one person’s mouth can be this good. He’s tearing you apart and putting you back together, and all you can do is enjoy it, even as you continue to pout, because you just want him to fuck you.

“Sweet girl,” he whispers against your cunt, “I need to get you ready first.”

And that makes the heat burn even hotter, to know that he is planning on fucking you. You suppose you can wait.

And he makes you wait, until you’re a drooling, panting, crying mess against the bed.

Your legs can’t even hold you up anymore; it’s all Kento as you lean into his strong hands, letting him position you where he wants you. The lower half of his face is covered in slick, and all he does as he finally pulls away from your cunt is wipe it away with the back of his hand and lick it clean.

Oh, it’s a divine sight.

Kento rearranges your limbs on the bed, climbing up behind you until you’re propped up on your knees again, legs wobbly from how many mind-shattering orgasms he’s already given you. He pushes you down into the mattress, one hand on your hip and the other in your hair, as he rises up onto his knees behind you, pressing his clothed erection against your quivering, needy pussy. It’s practically slobbering on him, smearing slick over the front of his pants, but he doesn’t care, he can’t care, not when he’s rubbing himself on you, grinding his dick against your swollen lips.

Then he brings his hands down and slowly unbuckles his belt, unhurried. You can’t believe the amount of patience this man has.

He drops the leather to the side, and then he’s unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper until the only confines trapping the thick print of his cock are his dark boxer briefs. He pushes his pants down towards his knees and kicks them off, and then he repeats the process from the beginning, grinding his dick against you before finally pushing down his underwear, too.

Leaving him bare behind you.

You can feel how hot he’s running, can feel how big he is right up against your pussy. He slathers slick along the head, gathering your arousal as lubricant before he presses up against your cunt. “Are you ready?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

You just moan in response, right into the mattress. It’s all you can muster.

He smirks a little; he can’t fight it. Seeing you fucked drunk with just his mouth is a sight he’s proud of, and he takes it in as he slowly pushes inside of you, letting you feel every inch and every ridge of his veiny length.

You moan, face pressed into the duvet as you’re nearly drooling at the sensation of his thick, perfect dick stretching you open. You’re practically choking on it; you think you can feel him all the way in your chest.

Finally, he bottoms out, and he pauses, letting you both take another breather. His shoulders are rising and falling a little faster than before, and it makes you happy to know that you affect him just as much as he ruins you.

Then he starts to pull his hips back, fucking you slowly, tenderly. But that’s not how you want it.

You grind your hips back against his, and he makes a choking sound, grabbing your waist to stop your movements. “Knock it off,” he strains through gritted teeth.

You don’t. “Or what?” you tease, turning your head to look back at him.

God, you look ruined. This is the first time he can see your face clearly since he started, and you’re flushed, sweaty, eyes hazy and cock-drunk with only a couple thrusts. Your tongue lolls out at the corner to catch a drop of drool.

He grips you harder. “Sweet girl,” he says, voice tight with restraint, “I can only do so much. I can only control myself to a certain point. You can’t keep taunting me, or I’ll lose it.”

“So lose it,” you say, like it’s that simple.

He snarls and snaps his hips forward, and your back bows into a delicious arch, a loud cry falling from your lips. His blond hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead with sweat as he pulls back. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

All you know is the aching stretch of his cock, and the promise of more when you take his knot.

So you knock your hips back again. Toying with him. “Please.”

And, well, who is he to deny your wishes when you ask so pretty?

He grabs your hips and pushes you further into the mattress, pining you into a mean arch as he pummels into your swollen pussy, feeling how gummy and tight your walls are as they convulse around him every time he hits your cervix. You’re hardly even moaning anymore; you’re just whining and crying out, loud ah ah ah!s echoing in his bedroom as he fucks you like you wanted.

Like the brat you are.

He grunts, the slaps of his hips meeting yours just as lewd as the sounds coming from your lips. And it just turns him on more, how fucking filthy it all is, the wet squelching of his cock ramming into your pussy, the sweat and slick and drool that’s ruining his sheets.

He can’t help but think that maybe he is nothing more than an animal.

With that thought, he leans down, brushing his lips against your neck. His canines scrape the skin right where your scent glands emit such delicious pheromones. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss there to soothe the red welts his teeth leave, “be mine.”

You just moan, eyes rolling back as he continues to fuck you. He takes that as a yes.

He bites, teeth sinking into the buttery flesh there and breaking skin. He holds on while he fucks into you, and he feels the base of his cock swelling, just a couple more moments and he’ll make you his, oh fuck–!

With one more heavy shove, he forces you to take his knot, leaving you mewling in aching, agonizing pleasure. And then he cums, filling you with rope after pearly rope of his semen, plugging you full of his puppies.

His chest heaves with every breath, and you feel his muscular torso against your back as he slowly sinks down on top of you, his body caging yours in. And he presses soft kisses to the side of your neck, right over his mating mark, trying to soothe you as you come down from the overwhelming experience.

He tries to shift, but that just makes his knot tug at you enough to make you yelp and cry out. So he stays on top of you like that, kissing it all better.

“My sweet girl,” he murmurs against your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear, where he whispers, “my little puppy.”

And oh, at those words, you think you’re in love.

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whitefeathers · 10 months ago

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perv!butcher who gets handsy with you but of course he can, hes the leader!

mdni. DARK CONTENT WARNING, READ MY PINNED POST BEFORE CONTINUING. cw: manipulation, dubiously consensual/non con touching but reader is into it, abuse of power. Choking, somnophilia. Daddy kink. Massive daddy issues and butcher is a father figure to u in this, heavy on the taboo and age diff. <3 im down to make a part 2 to this if ppl are interested too ! w/c: 1.2k

Butcher isn't a nice man. He's ruthless, does what he wants, whenever he wants - he's definitely got some sort of conscience in there, but it's drowned out by the primary emotion that drives him. Lust. It's usually for blood, but this time, it's for you.

A pretty young thing, definitely not dumb but definitely inexperienced. Sometimes you don't know when to shut your mouth, too excitable and bubbly, too full of energy. You mean well, you do. But when Butcher already has a headache, your begging to take temp V is driving him mad.

"I'll be okay, it won't hurt me, I could just have cool powers like you, and it'll be all over the next day! It could really help, we don't know what I'd be able to do and it could be something helpful!"

You're sat next to Butcher on the deflated couch in the pawn shop basement, only the pair of you there. You're sat with your legs crossed facing him, gesturing with your words, while Butcher is sat with his legs spread wide, pinching the bridge of his nose, facing directly ahead at the TV. He sighs, turning his head to look at you.

"Fucccck no. You ain't havin' any, end of story. Give 'ers a bit of peace and quiet, will ya? Me 'ead is banging, yer yapping isn't helping."

"I'm not yapping, I'm trying to help..." You murmur, dejected. You turn to face away from Butcher, frustrated and feeling like he doesn't trust you. He watches as the dull light from the TV illuminates your face, trying so hard to look calm and collected. Butcher sees right through you. He knows you need his approval like air.

Butcher sighs again. He's a horrible, fucked up man. He's about thirty years your senior. Fuck it, he'll blame the V for how he's acting if anyone pulls him up on it. If anyone dares. He's the leader, he can do what he likes.

"Look, c'mere. Ya wanna help? Sit,"

"Sit...?" You meet his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. Butcher is unwavering, and he looks scary. His eye contact is intense, and you choose to look down at his chain and his sweater instead.

"Yeah. Sit. Didn't stutter, did I? C'mere," your gaze follows his hand (so large that it's practically a paw) as he pats his strong upper thigh. Your head and your heart race, and you stay still.

"Isn't that... um... inappropriate?" You've always seen him as a mentor, a leader, a father figure. Of course you've had some thoughts, but you've shoved them down deep enough to silence them. He's practically your dad - and old enough to be, too. This is wrong.

Like a dam breaking, all those thoughts suddenly surface. Flickers of Butcher's strong, veiny hands, his rough lips, his even rougher voice calling you a good girl. Fuck, this is bad.

"Surely is. Stop ya whinin' though and give me what I want, yeah?"

You shakily stand up, nodding. You always want to make him proud, and deep down you know you want this - whatever this is. It could be anything from a cuddle to a punch in the gut. Butcher is a live wire.

You settle yourself in his lap, hovering by putting most of your weight on your white-socked feet still planted on the ground. Up this close, Butcher is all you can smell. Heady, masculine, intense. Like testosterone, sweat, and leather. You know it should gross you out but it doesn't.

Butcher's large arm manhandling you so your back is to his chest makes you gasp. He's overpowering and rough, too strong for his own good, too arrogant and self-serving. His hand wraps around to suddenly grip your throat, feeling your pulse but not choking you. Just holding. Your heart jumps into your throat. He might actually just kill you right here.

"You're nervous. Scared I'm gonna hurt ya, sweetheart? Scared I'm gonna make ya cry?" Your eyes flutter closed, and you nod, terrified. He's whispering into your ear, a dark growl. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, smelling like cigarette smoke and mint. His other arm is around your waist, keeping you close to him. Making it so you can't get away.

"Not gonna hurt ya. You want this too," Butcher takes a deep inhale, nostils flaring and eyes fluttering shut. The V has given him an increased sense of smell, and with your legs slightly spread, he can smell exactly what you've been desperate to hide.

"Yeah, you want this too. Can smell ya dripping. This little cunt want daddy, yeah?" Butcher laughs cruelly when his words make your breath stutter and a new gush of wetness to soak your panties, intensifying the smell of pussy that is driving him mad. He takes another deep inhale, and you try to shut your legs, only for Butcher to force them back open with a heavy palm, slapping the soft jiggle of your thigh through your cargos. Mean.

"No, no. No, no, baby, nuh uh. Nope. Don't fuck me about. You're on my team, and you're mine. You want a daddy? I'll be your daddy," you shake your head no, and Butcher coos.

"No? Don't want a daddy?"

"Don' want any daddy, want you," you whisper. "'S always been you."

He groans and adjusts you in his lap so you're even closer to him, and his lips are on your neck by his fingers, just resting. You can feel him now, hard against your ass. Fuck, either he's carrying a gun in his pants, or he's huge.

"Thaaat's right. Always been me. Picked ya up off the street, ya own dad ain't know how to treat ya. I do though. Know what brats like you need," his hand on your throat tightens, cutting off the circulation to your head and making you go dizzy. His lips move up, his tongue softly licking that spot where your neck meets your jaw.

"Need an older man to look after you. Need a good stuffin' to stop you gettin' all gobby. You've been giving me such a headache, princess. Gonna fuck that mouth outta ya. Just gotta have you passed out for it, yeah?"

You struggle to breathe, panicking. Passed out? Why? Your eyes start to flutter closed and Butcher's voice starts to echo in your head, feeling both a million miles away and right inside the pulse of your clit at the same time.

"Stupid lil cunt for daddy. Ya won't be able to take me when you're awake, so I just gotta force it while you're out... sleep now, sweetheart. Shhh." he coos as your vision goes spotty, and you go limp in his lap. Once he's sure you're out cold, he lays you down on the couch, and gets to work using you just how he's always wanted.

He's a deeply fucked up man, but it's not his fault you make such a perfect daddy's girl.

#billy butcher x reader smut #cherry does... butcher #billy butcher smut

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kaciidubs · 1 year ago

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Cuteness Aggression

❣ Summary: Jeongin really brings out the cuteness aggression in people. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 915 ❣ Warnings: Poly!OT8 implied - Jeongin, Felix, and Hyunjin focused, fluff, slice of life, lighthearted teasing, slightly suggestive toward the end if you squint ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Jeongin is referred to as Innie, IN-ah, Baby Bread, and Baby, Felix is referred to as pretty boy, Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, Reader is referred to as Noona and Sunflower, something short to break myself out of this writing slump ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“IN-ah!”

“No!”

“Baby bread!”

“Ah- Stop!”

“Our Innie!”

“Stop it! Noona!”

You sighed at the sound of various footsteps advancing toward the kitchen and effectively bursting your bubble of attempting to figure out what to make for lunch.

It wasn’t long until the once empty kitchen was filled with three men, one of whom b-lining it straight for you.

“Noona, tell them to stop!” Jeongin whined, turning you away from the cabinets and attaching himself to your back like a koala, hand wrapping around your middle for further protection.

“Innie, I would love to, but I don’t even know what’s going on.” Patting his forearm lightly, you peered at the two culprits in front of you, “What’s happening here?”

“They won’t leave me alone!”

“We’re not even doing anything,” Felix beamed, though the mischief twinkling in his eyes said otherwise, “we’re just saying how cute he is!”

Hyunjin hummed along, a teasing smirk on his lips, “Our cute little baby!”

“You’re being annoying!” Huffing, Jeongin tightened his arms around you, “Felix keeps pinching my face and Hyunjin Hyung won’t stop invading my personal space - he even sniffed me!”

“It’s not my fault you smell good, you should take it as a compliment, IN-ah.”

The youngest gasped incredulously, “Oh, really? And you trying to crush me with your body weight is a compliment too?”

“Exactly! See, you’re finally catching on!”

“You’re so-”

“Okay, okay, can we not yell at each other while I’m being used as a human shield?” Quieting your lovers, you stared at the shameless duo before you, “Can you two please give Innie his space? I’m sure he knows how much you love him without being coddled all the time.”

“But look at him!” Felix gestured to the man behind you, lips pouted and pleading, “Sunshine, he’s too cute to be left alone - you know that feeling you get when you see something so adorable you can’t help but react?”

Everything suddenly clicked, and you pressed your lips together to suppress the laugh bubbling up within you.

“So… You’re telling me this is all because of cuteness aggression?”

“Yes! You see it, too, right?!” Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled as he threw his hands up, “So it’s obviously not my fault for wanting to squeeze him until he pops!”

“I mean…” Trailing off, you caught a glimpse of Jeongin’s doughy cheek and you felt a familiar swell of adoration and couldn’t help but smirk, “You’re not wrong, Hyune.”

“Noona?!” He all but wailed, his hold on you loosening, “You’re seriously taking their side? What about me?!”

You turned in his arms with a laugh, taking his face in your hands as you cooed, “No! Of course I’m on your side, baby, but…” Giving his face a squeeze, you felt a rush of joy at his squished, adorable features, “God- You’re just too cute for your own good, Innie! Look at you - I just wanna take a bite out of you like the little mochi you are!”

Leveling you with a nonplussed stare, he accepted his fate as Felix and Hyunjin quickly joined in with coos and pets of their own, a cherry blush turning his ears and cheeks at the influx of attention.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you hummed, relinquishing the squeeze of his face for a gentle hold of his jaw, “we do it because we love you, you know that, right? If you really do hate it, we have no problem with stopping, right?”

“Of course not!” Felix tacked on easily, brushing a few strands of honey brown hair behind Jeongin’s ear.

Hyunjin nuzzled his face against the side of his head, earning a groan of disdain in the process, “You know we would stop, Innie, just let us know.”

The maknae couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips, huffing out a deep sigh, “It’s not that bad I guess… But I still don’t like the fact that you took their side, Noona.”

“Aw,” pouting up at him, you leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “I’ll make it up to you-” Clocking the glimmer in his eyes, you held your finger up, “-after I figure out what to eat, okay? You guys did come in here and ruin my train of thought.”

There was a gasp of excitement before the freckled blond looked at you, “Are you ordering out? There’s a new restaurant I’ve been dying to try since last week, and their menu looks amazing - I’ll buy!”

You grinned, nodding happily, “Alright, let’s see that menu, pretty boy.”

As he brought up the restaurant on his phone - with an equally eager Hyunjin now hanging around his shoulders - you turned your attention back to the man still in your hold, his body visibly relaxed with the decrease of hands on him.

His gaze was soft, observant as it switched from his boyfriends to you, a light caress of confusion tainting his features once he caught your awe-filled eyes. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing… You just have a real talent for being too adorable for your own good - even when you’re doing literally nothing.” Poking his nose, you shrugged lightly, “I can see why none of us can keep our hands off of you.”

Jeongin blinked at you for a moment before nodding in understanding, “Okay, I get it,” tightening his arms around your waist, a smug smirk pulled at his lips, “but when I get the same feeling from you, remember where I got it from when I’m all over you.”

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schluttforschlatt · 5 months ago

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O Christmas Tree

No warnings, just a lil fluff based on a post @marsandwich made

I’m usually the worlds biggest grinch but with the Christmas album coming out in like a week I figured why not get a lil festive :)

WC: 1.5k

Schlatt x Reader (no explicit gender)

The smell of cranberry and cinnamon wafted through the apartment, accompanied by the gentle hum of the central air system running. You hadn’t meant to take an afternoon nap, but the long morning you had with your boyfriend (Christmas tree shopping, to be exact) tuckered you out. Yawning, you trotted down the stairs and into the living room, where a scene straight out of a Hallmark film was playing out. Two cats, one orange and one black, sat on the coffee table, overseeing a unique holiday ritual (stringing lights on said tree) being performed by their adopter (your lovely, handsome boyfriend). Their tails danced around each other until the little orange menace took notice of your sudden presence and chirped up at you. Your boyfriend turned around almost instantly, moving to close the distance between the two of you.

“Hey, Doll. Feelin’ better?” He asked, ruffling your hair as your arms circled around his middle. You nodded your head into his chest.

“Didn’t mean t’ fall asleep,” you mumbled at him, though your voice was muffled by the soft fabric of his t-shirt. He mimicked your actions, bringing his own arms to wrap around your waist. “Guess I waited too long to eat and felt off.” He hummed in agreement, the sensation vibrating in his chest.

“Well, you made it down here just in time. Made some mulled cider like my mom used to make for us growing up. It’s just about done,” you took a deep breath in, reveling in the sweet scent of citrus and spice. “Figured we could have some while we decorate the tree.” He pulled back a bit to smile down at you, a gesture that you returned up at the taller man.

“Sounds great, Jay. I love you.” He releases his arms and opts to grab one of your hands instead, leading you into the kitchen. It wasn’t often that he played around in the kitchen, too many burnt pizzas tainting the art of cooking for him. But it was the holiday season, and he loved to go all out. Though this would only be your second Christmas together, he insisted that mulled cider was a tradition for him. Oh, how you looked forward to many many more with him. He pulled your knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to them before letting your arm drop.

“I love you, too. You wanna grab some mugs for us?” You nodded in response, taking a step over to the cupboard that housed glassware. You felt a firm smack land on your left ass cheek, spinning around to point an accusing finger at your boyfriend. Before you could open your mouth to jokingly threaten Jay, his arms went up in defense and his face became a tinted light pink.

“Sorry, Toots,” a playful grin tugging at his lips. “There was a bug or somethin’.” You shook your head, giggling as you returned to the cupboard. Opening the wooden doors up, you grabbed down a Minecraft mug for yourself, and decided your boyfriend would get a silly Twilight one. The two of you had accidentally begun a fun little mug collection after a trip to an antique store in your hometown. It started with a novelty mug that said “Left Handed Mug” in a blocky font, and on the “backside” a small hole so that if the user was to drink from the cup with their right hand, it would just spill. Its purpose was served one morning when you went to take a sip of Schlatt’s unattended hot tea, pouring the drink down your chest. You couldn’t even be mad about that incident, there was a large bold warning right on the ceramic.

Closing the cupboard up, you shifted back towards your boyfriend, setting both mugs down adjacent to him. He glanced over and let out a soft chuckle at your selection.

“I forgot we had ‘Bella, Where the Hell have you been, Loca?’ still.” You scoffed.

“What do you mean, ‘still’? It was a gift from Ted! I could never part with it!” You waved your hands in an exasperated manner. Jay smiled at you once again and filled the mugs with the sweet concoction, using a ladle to scoop fruit and cinnamon into each glass.

The two of you stood in the kitchen discussing dinner plans for the coming evening. If it was two o’clock currently, then you’d probably be done with the tree around five-ish, be able to order a pizza at six, which gave you plenty of time to clean up before settling in on the couch for the night to watch Die Hard (it absolutely is a Christmas movie, thank you very much). After agreeing what toppings to get on said pizza, you both made haste for the living room. Setting the mugs down on the coffee table and shooing the cats out of the room, you began to delicately unpack an absurd amount of baubles. You and Schlatt were very organized people, but you thought it was a tad unnecessary for him to store Every. Single. Ornament. In its original box. It didn’t matter if the box was 20 years old and falling apart, there was simply just no other way Schlatt could store them. He could be a strange critter sometimes.

“Want me to put a record on, Love?” You called to your boyfriend. His answer: A wide, crinkly eyed, toothy smile spread across his face. “Any requests?”

“Surprise me.” He responded.

You waltzed over to the entertainment center and searched for your favorite Christmas albums amongst your conjoined record collection. Jay’s, of course, being “A Jolly Christmas from Frank Sinatra”, and yours, “Elvis’ Christmas Album”. Long before your relationship, you’d had a conversation about Christmas music and the love/hate relationship you both shared for it. Only acceptable between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve. Only classics, the ones that brought nostalgia and memories of baking cookies with your grandmothers.

Satisfied, you removed the first record from its sleeve, placing the vinyl onto the turntable, and maneuvered the needle to the edge of it. After a pressing the “on” button, the wax came to life, blessing the room with Elvis’ “Santa Clause is Back in Town”. You returned to your spot next to Schlatt, and eagerly began stringing colorful ornaments all around the tree.

You didn’t know exactly how long the two of you had spent decorating the tree, but you did know that your Elvis record had played once through in entirety, and Jay’s Sinatra record was halfway through the second round of side a.

After giving the tree a final once over, Schlatt leaned down to pull you into his chest, resting his chin atop your head. You reached up, hands rubbing soothing circles on his biceps.

“She looks perfect, Doll,” he nearly whispers, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “But, we’re missing the pièce de rèsistance.” You stare forward, scanning the branches high and low. Jay takes notice of this, removing an arm from your body to point up. The star.

“I didn’t see it in the storage boxes, that completely slipped my mind,” you admitted, tapping Schlatts arm to let you go. You crouch down, sifting through tissue paper and crumbling cardboard scattered around the floor by the tree, but do not see any signs of a tree topper. “It should’ve been in one of these boxes, no?”

“I didn’t see the star either, but I do see an angel right in front of me.” You look up to your boyfriend, rolling your eyes at his corny joke, but unable to stop the bashful smile creeping up your cheeks. He reciprocates the gesture.

“In all seriousness though, I haven’t seen it.” You run a hand through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp. “Are you sure it’s not in with the extra string lights?”

“I’ll go check the garage. You wanna start cleaning up?” Jay asks. You nod yes, and he swiftly walks out the front door, not bothering to engage any of the locks.

Clean up wasn’t too bad. It’s fairly easy to shove things back into the storage bins before dragging them towards the kitchen. It had been maybe all but ten minutes before your boyfriend re-emerges through the front door, a small box in hand. He removes the star from it, tossing the package on the coffee table before handing it to you. You stare at him dumbfounded, your eyebrows raising.

“Jay, I’m too short for this. I can’t reach the top.” He beams at you. What kind of plan does he-

“C’mon, short stack. Your own personal tall guy is ready to assist.” He jokes, kneeling down and patting his shoulders. You let out a soft laugh.

“Alright, big guy, just don’t drop me.” You entertain him, mounting his shoulders and holding on for dear life. He stands up slowly, as to not freak you out, and saunters closer to the tree. His grip on your thighs is comforting as you stretch your arms out, gingerly placing the missing piece of the puzzle in its rightful place. He takes a step back before kneeling down to let you dismount. Before you can plant both feet back on the floor, Schlatt’s arms engulf you once more, this time hoisting you up into a bridal carry, forcing a small squeak from you.

Pressing his forehead to your own and nuzzling your noses together, he takes a deep breath in, followed by a long exhale. You plant a kiss on his cheek, and in return receive a tender kiss on the lips.

“Merry Christmas, Angel.”

“Merry Christmas, Jay.”

Idk I’m not super happy with this, but I’m craving Christmas content so 🤷🏻‍♀️ chapter 2 of the bartender fic is coming out sometime within the week tho!!!

#jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt x reader #schlatt fanfic #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fic #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt headcanons #schlatt fic #schlatt fluff

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targaryenfelikayt · 11 days ago

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headcanons: joint trip. |The Sinclair Brothers|

wc: 1,029 summary: this installment of road trip headcanons showcases three very different sides of the Sinclair brothers - Bo, Vincent, and Lester - as they go on a road trip with you. tags/warnings: very fluffy fluff, lots of romance (not typical for movies), a trip for two, a bit of realism. note: if you read this in Russian, then yes, I am translating my works into English.

Bo Sinclair.

— Before heading anywhere, he always makes sure everything under the hood is in perfect order, and the tires have been changed. The car’s condition is important to him, can’t risk getting stranded on some highway like a few of the victims did. So while still at home, Bo checks every detail. No exaggeration. Literally every single one, without exception.

— Once he’s satisfied the metal beast is roadworthy, he tosses the packed bags into the trunk. Then, after buckling your seatbelt himself, he circles the car and slips into the driver’s seat.

— Half-jokingly, he’ll suggest you hold the wheel while he searches for his cigarettes. But once he realizes there’s only one left, he slips into that strange state somewhere between frustration and despair.

— At the gas station, he starts pestering the local clerk: Is the fuel watered down? Why does the oil smell funny? What do you mean you’re out of his brand of smokes? You’ll practically have to drag him out by the arm before someone ends up bleeding (and honestly, it’s unclear who would start it first).

— Then comes his little ritual again, Bo leans in to fasten your seatbelt with deliberate care, only returning to his seat once he’s done.

"Baby, I just don’t wanna replace the damn windshield if some asshole causes a wreck," he mutters, adjusting his cap as he shifts the mirror and tries to look effortlessly cool.

He’ll never say it’s your safety he’s worried about — the only real threat here is him.

— Be ready for Sinclair to drive with one hand, the other wandering between shifting gears and letting his fingers graze your thigh. Gentle, steady touches always within reach.

— And don’t be surprised when that hand occasionally moves higher, teasing with soft strokes. He likes seeing the way you unconsciously hold your breath when he does that — it gives his ego a little boost. Bo just can’t bring himself to deny that little indulgence.

— Hours into the drive, he’s still riding the high of cicadas singing and the sharp tang of the night air. It makes him feel alive and maybe, just maybe, like he could do something right for once. He’s done plenty of things others would call wrong, sure, but right now? Everything’s just fine.

— After all, if there’s still a pack of cigarettes in your pocket — today can’t be that bad, right?

Vincent Sinclair.

— Vincent settles into the back seat, perfectly content to spend the ride in quiet comfort.

— But first, he takes care of packing the suitcases, everything arranged with such precision and spatial logic that you can’t help but wonder if he secretly played Tetris while the wax was cooling on his future creations.

— He enjoys the scenery outside the window, holding your hand the whole time. If something especially catches his eye, he’ll try to sketch it in his notebook.

— Of course, the motion will eventually get to him. His inner ear’s not the best. And while he’s trying to steady his breath, you’re tearing through the bags he’d packed so carefully, looking for the right pills and not finding them.

— He ends up spending the rest of the trip in the front seat, staring straight ahead with a bottle of water clutched in hand. He knows it’ll be at least another hour before the next town.

— Passing a field of sunflowers, Vincent insists on stopping again, subtly, politely, but with a kind of quiet determination. The massive yellow blooms draw him in like magnets. He disappears among them, wandering from one flower to the next.

"Vince, we need to go unless you wanna sleep in the car. If you really like it," you gesture to a sunflower that looks exactly like all the others, "take it with you." He mumbles something that sounds both like agreement and protest, then leans in to press waxen lips to your forehead before turning back toward the field.

— Two minutes later, he comes jogging back, clutching a sunflower roots and all. You're informed, in no uncertain terms, that it’s now your duty to plant it by the front door when you get home.

— Now he’s not afraid of anything. Unless, of course, the plant dies. Then you’ll have to throw it away and that’s a nightmare he��d rather not face.

Lester Sinclair.

— He’s ready to go anywhere, anytime. Just say the word, and he’s already starting the engine, even if it’s the middle of the damn night.

— Unlike his brothers, Lester actually prefers riding in the truck bed or the open-back area, stretching out like he owns the place.

— First thing he does is throw all the snacks back there with him, devouring half the stash in the first leg of the trip. After that, he turns into Donkey from Shrek, hitting you with a constant, “Are we there yet?”, even though he knows every roadside diner in the state by heart.

— When the speedometer needle starts climbing in direct correlation to your rising temper, he finally shuts up and pretends like he doesn’t even exist.

— But of course, he pipes up again the moment nature calls and all you’ve got around are endless stretches of farmland. He takes the opportunity to "multi-task," stealing as many ears of corn as he can carry in his hands, shirt, and shorts. What a resourceful man. Always thinking of the homestead.

— Long trips aren’t easy for him. The wait alone is enough to dissolve whatever tiny bit of focus he has. But he really tries not to annoy you out of sheer boredom.

— Eventually, he flicks on the radio in hopes of livening things up and naturally ends up singing along. And then he surprises you again, dropping random backstories about the old songs he likes best. "How do you even know that?". He just shrugs.

— By 9 PM, when you finally pull into a diner parking lot, hunger hits him all at once. He’s the first one out of the car.

"You city folks ain’t never had cherry fritters this juicy," he says, and soon the tray in front of you is overflowing with local delicacies, half of which look nothing like anything you’ve ever seen at home or in a restaurant. At least there’s French fries. You won’t go hungry. And Lester? Already eating like he’s feeding twins.

#house of wax #x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x you #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x you #lester sinclair x you

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castiwls · 26 days ago

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don't wanna break up again

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'this situationship has to end'

Requested; anon

Notes; requests are open

Masterlist | Ariana Grande masterlist

You barely registered when the glass left your hand, the sound of glass breaking cut through your anger. Your body suddenly jolting back into the present as the glass shattered over the old carpet of the motel room.

You hated Dean Winchester. You hated him more than you’d ever hated anyone in your life, and yet…yet you always found yourself falling into his arms the minute the moment arose. He had been your boyfriend until about five minutes ago when you’d gotten into another argument. It was always the same old fight - he happily lapped up any attention from women on cases like a starving dog while you stood, hands clenched and a forced smile on your lips beside him like nothing was wrong.

By the time he’d parked and made his way back to the motel, you’d already gathered most of the glass, your gaze purposefully staying on the floor when you heard the door shut. “You're not even gonna look at me?” Dean sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you. His teeth sank into his lower lip when you ignored him. Of course. “Sweetheart, you can’t just-” He sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of the bed. “We gotta talk about this!”

“I tried to talk to you, Dean.”

“No you came at me full guns blazing like i’d shot your damn puppy!”

“You flirted-”

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled, running a hand down his face as you finally turned to face him, your eyes set in a glare which would terrify anyone but him - if he was being honest it had the opposite effect.

“Stop! Stop doing that thing!” You snapped, placing the dust pan down, and the glass clinking slightly at the force. “You were flirting, Dean!”

“I was getting information!” He retaliated, his voice rising slightly as he stood, his eyes finally finding the shards left on the floor. A deep sigh left his lips “Let me-” He pulled the dustpan from your hands, kneeling down by the rest of the glass.

You watched, shoulders tense and mouth set into a line. Getting information your ass you knew what he was doing. You’d seen the damn smirk when she’d passed him his number.

“You told me you weren’t ready for a relationship - but you were willing to stop sleeping around if I did!” Dean paused at your words, his brows knitting for a moment. “We agreed not to sleep with other people.” He turned his head to look at you, gesturing with the brush to himself. “I never slept with her, sweetheart.”

You scoffed. “Fuck this. Fuck whatever the hell this is.” You'd spent the last god knows how long waiting around for him to be ready for more than just sex, and this is how you're repaid?

Dean dropped the pan, standing as you grabbed your jacket. “C’mon-” His hand curled around your shoulder, pulling you back towards him. “-No strings, remember? At least not for now.”

“How long is not for now?”

“Just…just until heaven’s off my ass.” His thumb brushed over your cheek as he leaned down slightly. Your eyes fluttered slightly, the smell of his aftershave taking over your senses as you felt your body relax into his like you always did.

It always just felt so right.

“A few more months and I’m all yours. Not that women, not anyone else, just yours…” He barely finished his sentence before his lips pressed to yours, your bodies molding together like two puzzle pieces.

A fucked up, toxic, but amazing puzzle.

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hermuseros · 27 days ago

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You wanna try it out? Caleb X You

Chapter One

Tumblr: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 AO3: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Synopsis: Caleb is determined to be your first everything, and lucky for him you're not that hard to convince.

AN: Caleb being manipulative, only a little. First times, eventual smut. I'll link the next chapters on each post as I upload them.

The sheets are rough on your legs, military issue, and the small room is spare in a way that makes it very Caleb. There’s not much on his study desk, a half finished model and a framed picture of you both. The only object you’re not familiar with is a small lacquered box.

Perhaps that’s why it had caught your eye, so you’d flipped it open. It contains only three foil squares with the obscene text LARGE printed on each.

“You wanna try it out?”

You snap the box shut, his sudden return has startled you. He’s holding groceries and smelling of rain.

When two people are as intimate as you and Caleb, they can develop a language all of their own. A series of in jokes, references and gestures that are understood only by a native speaker.

His eyes are molten, and you both know you’ll say yes.

༺ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ༻

The first time he spoke those words you were 18 and already running late for your first real date. The whole evening getting ready had been a disaster. Your hair dryer had decided today was the perfect day to finally die, your best dress had somehow been put in the washing machine and now your shaky hands were making a complete mess of your eyeliner.

Not to mention your stupid big brother was being a total ass.

Caleb’s not your big brother, not really, a fact that he has been uncharacteristically vocal about the past week. You know he isn’t pleased about your date tonight with “that jackass” as he put it. Like you even cared! He was just jealous you started dating before him, or annoyed that you finally managed to score a date behind his back.

“Getting late, pipsqueak.”

You glare up at him, slouching against your doorframe. There’s a glint in his eye you know precedes relentless teasing and you do not have any patience left for him tonight.

“Get out of my room, Caleb! GRAN!”

“Oh, Gran left a while ago.” He says, all smirk.

“What?! She was going to drive me to meet Brian!”

His grin broadens, “Oh don’t worry, I said I’d take you, I’ve got my license now so you can rely on me more y’know? Besides, I’d love to say hi to Brian.”

This is by far the worst news of the evening, the icing on the worlds worst cake. Of course Caleb was going to find a way to mess this up for you. You grip your lipgloss tight to suppress the urge to pelt it at him. He’s such a bossy, controlling asshole sometimes! Of course his rivalry with Brian was more important than your love life.

“Fine, but we have to go now!”

“Can’t wait to get to kissin, huh?”

He’s observing you, trying to gauge your reaction. He’s so immature sometimes.

“That’s none of your business Caleb.” you bite back.

He’s poked a nerve. You’ve never kissed before and you had decided that tonight was going to be the night. The thought fills you with anxiety, you can’t believe you hit 18 and you haven’t even been kissed yet. You’re convinced that your overprotective brothers long shadow is the reason you’ve been so unapproachable. With college looming it feels urgent that you take care of it as quickly as possible. Brian will have to do.

Calebs expression softens a little, but there’s a mask over his features that makes you nervous.

“Alright, sorry pips. Let’s get going I guess.”

He drives you to the theatre in silence while you’re frantically texting apologies to Brian, saying your brother has had to drive you and offering to pay for a later ticket. You keep refreshing the chat box, it’s been ten minutes with no response.

“You really like this guy, huh?” asks Caleb flatly. You glance up in surprise, but his eyes are fixed on the road. He’s never really had a kind word to say about any guy in your orbit.

“Oh… um. Well my friend put in a lot of effort to set this up. He seems nice…”

Caleb makes a non-committal noise, finger tapping on the steering wheel.

“I haven’t really… y’know… dated much before.”

“So, you just wanna try it out.”

Your phone finally pings and you eagerly open the chat box.

B: So sorry! I have work tmorrw :[ Rain check? :]

“Aaah no!” you say, dropping your phone and covering your face with your hands.

“What?” says Caleb, the car veering slightly.

“He cancelled! My first date and I ruined it! Oh my god!”

You can feel the hot tears building behind your eyes, and you’re infuriated to hear Calebs laugher.

“What’s the big deal!” he says, beaming “You didn’t even like the guy!”

When he see’s youre actually crying that shuts him right up.

“Oh, I’m sorry pips! Don’t cry, hey.”

Your face is still in your hands, but you hear the sound of the indicator as he gently pulls the car over and then the click of his seat belt. There’s a soft, familiar hand on your shoulder.

You curl in on yourself, you hate it when Caleb sees you cry. He always goes into ‘fix-it’ mode.

“A guy like Brian doesn’t deserve your first kiss anyway.” he says, rubbing circles between your shoulder blades.

“At least someone finally wanted to kiss me.” You mutter.

Caleb nods, his expression tight.

“Y’know I’ve seen him tryin’ to play the trombone. Drool everywhere. He’d be a lousy kisser.”

You laugh despite yourself, “ Gross, Caleb!”

“True story, it was sloppy when he was done with that thing.”

“Oh my god! You’ve always had it out for Brian!”

He hunches down in his seat, mirroring your body language.

“Who cares about kissin’ anyway. Chasin’ boys won’t get you into hunters college. That’s your dream, right?”

“It’s… it’s important to me.” You say, chest tight. Calebs never had an easy time seeing you grow up.

He sits up, silence, his leg bouncing. You wait for him to scold you, to tell you you’re still a kid, any number of predictable Caleb responses. He wipes his hands on his pants.

“Well…. we could always…you wanna try it out?”

It’s like all the air has been sucked out of the car. You’re parked on a small suburban street and the rain is beating down hard on the windshield so you must have misheard. You glace up and his eyes are bright.

“Try it out…”

“Yeah.’

“Try what out?”

“Kissing.”

You realise in a moment of horror that he’s totally serious. A loud click make you start and you realise he’s leaned in to unbuckle your seatbelt. Caleb bites his lip, so quick and minute you wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t so close. Your stomach flutters.

Sure, you could admit Caleb was an attractive guy, incredibly so. You’d checked him out (objective appreciation!) on several occasions, always happy to cling to the reality that you weren’t actually related by blood. But in your heart he was still Caleb. Caleb! Your overprotective, annoying, sweet big brother. Who you felt safe with, safer than anywhere else in the world.

“Like… practice?”

“Yeah, sure.” he responds, quickly, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The car suddenly feels too hot.

“I’ve never…” you try to find the words, “I don’t know how…”

“I can show you.” He says.

Your chest tightens at that phrase, it’s something he’s said to you a million times. How many times had you said, ‘Caleb, how do I draw this? How do I open that’. ‘Here, I can show you,’ he’d always reply and then his patient strong hands would guide you through what you needed to know. Sometimes you’d even pretend not to know how to do something, just for the pleasure of watching him enjoy teaching you something new.

You feel lightheaded with what he’s offering. The rain outside the car picks back up again, a rising crescendo of noise.

“Alright.”

That’s all it takes for him to lean all the way of his seat, one hand on the door behind you and another fisting itself into your hair. He captures your lips with his, a little forceful at first, but he quickly readjusts his position, his hand moves to cup your cheek.

He lets out a shivery sigh like he was just punched in the chest, and after a whole week of his bad mood and stonewalling you thrill at the sound. You try kissing back and it feels nice, strange. Caleb lets out a choked sound.

You open your eyes a sliver to gauge his reaction. His eyes are screwed shut, his cheeks and ears flushed at there’s gentle beads of sweat forming at his temples. His hand trembles almost imperceptibly against your cheek.

Your tongues meet shyly, in unison and warmth spreads through your entire body. You’re kissing! Finally! You’re kissing Caleb? That seems... unwise.

You deepen the kiss, knowing that your better senses will return soon and the strangeness, the taboo of what you’re doing is rapidly creeping up on you. When his hand finds the edge of your skirt the spike of adrenaline snaps you back to reality.

“Haha! Wow! Okay!”

You push him back slightly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand in a way that you hope makes you look like your heart isn’t racing, like Caleb did nothing more exciting than show you a cool trick.

He looks utterly dazed, panting slightly, his cheeks and lips pink from… from kissing… kissing you.

He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as if to free himself from the moment. His fingers come up to touch his own lips gently, then he clears his throat.

“So… y…yeah.” He stammers.

“Yeah… thanks!” you say, a little loudly.

“Uh, anytime.”

You drive home in silence, and when you get back home you thank him for the ride, he tells you no problem, and you both go to your rooms again. It’s completely surreal.

After he leaves for aviation school a week later you have that date with Brian, and the whole time you all you can think is wow, Caleb was right, this guy really does suck at kissing.

#love and deepspace #caleb #lads caleb #lads fanfic #caleb lads #caleb x you #caleb x mc

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suyanova · 8 days ago

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sub! g!p Liz or Rei x Reader, the plot is up to u... we NEED more fics of them 🗣️🗣️

KISS ME ──── kim jiwon.

𝜗𝜚 ┈ (🐇) after a rainstorm leaves you stranded deep in the woods, you and liz find yourselves huddled together in an abandoned cabin— wet, cold, and a little too close for comfort. what starts as shared warmth turns into something far more risky, forever.

✦ ݁ pairing: dom!gp!liz x sub!reader

✦ ݁ warnings: g!p liz, dom!liz, sub!reader, creampie, praise kink, nipple play, deep penetration.

✦ ݁ word count: 4.2k

the forest stretched out endlessly around you, a sea of dark green and damp earth. it smelled like rain even before the storm clouds rolled in—wet bark, crushed pine needles, the lingering bite of cold air threading through the trees.

the gravel crunched under your boots as you stepped out of rei’s car, stretching your arms over your head until your spine popped. the drive had been long and winding, the kind that lulled you into half-sleep between patches of patchy cell service and rei’s questionable playlist choices.

you took a deep breath.

the air out here was different—thinner, cleaner, quiet in a way that city air never was. it sank into your skin like a promise.

liz stood a few feet away, one hand gripping the strap of her backpack, the other shoved into the pocket of her hoodie. her hair was tied messily at the nape of her neck, blonde strands escaping to brush against her cheeks whenever the breeze picked up. she looked smaller out here somehow, swallowed by the endless trees and the heavy sky.

“this is it, huh?” rei said, swinging her bag over her shoulder. the excitement in her voice didn’t quite reach her face—she was already eyeing the cabins with a skeptical squint.

there were only two. both cabins sat tilted slightly on their foundations, as if even the land had gotten tired of standing up straight out here. the firepit between them was half-buried in fallen leaves, and a thin trail wound deeper into the woods beyond. cozy. isolated. probably haunted.

“i thought there’d be three,” you said, stepping closer to rei.

liz shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the hem of her hoodie sleeves tugged over her knuckles.

“i’ll take one,” she said quickly, her voice barely louder than the rustle of the trees, but she didn’t even hesitate. you and rei quickly exchanged a glance—then immediately broke into matching grins.

“ohhh, come on,” rei said, bumping her hip against liz’s. “already ditching us?”

“already feeling antisocial?” you added, flashing liz a teasing smile. “you’re allergic to fun.”

liz huffed, the faintest flush blooming across her cheeks. she ducked her head like she could hide it, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like, “you guys are loud.”

you watched her retreat toward the further cabin, her backpack bouncing against her side.

it was always like this—liz choosing distance even when her hands lingered a little too long when she passed you something, even when her eyes stayed a little too soft when you made her laugh.

you tucked that thought away for later, following rei to your shared cabin.

inside, it smelled like old wood and dust. the floorboards creaked under your weight as you dropped your bag by the bed nearest the window. rei wasted no time claiming the other one, tossing her hoodie over the frame and flopping back with a sigh.

you spent a while unpacking together, the conversation easy and lazy. rei chattered about her latest obsessions while you folded your clothes with half a mind on the fading light outside.

your hands paused halfway through zipping up your jacket.

“hey,” you said suddenly. “wanna go hiking before it gets dark?” in reply, rei cracked one eye open. before spitting out a sarcastic answer

“do you see the state of me?” she said, gesturing vaguely to herself sprawled out across the bed. “my hiking days ended the moment i got out of that car.” you laughed, tossing a sock at her head in respone.

“lame,” you teased, stuffing the last of your things into the dresser. “fine. i’ll ask liz. maybe she won’t be a coward.”

“good luck with that.” rei snorted, rolling onto her side and pulling a blanket over her head.

you slipped into your jacket, zipping it up halfway to block the growing chill. outside, the sky had gone that heavy gray that always meant trouble was coming—the air tighter, charged.

you made your way down the short dirt path to liz’s cabin, the crunch of fallen leaves sharp under your boots as you kept your head low, counting which leaf crunched the loudest.

her door was cracked open slightly, light spilling out in a thin slice. you knocked anyway.

liz appeared in the doorway, barefoot, her hair a little messy, hoodie sleeves still tugged over her hands.

you smiled, before striking her with your question, watching as her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “wanna go for a hike with me?”

for a second, she just blinked at you.

then, slowly, a tiny smile tugged at her mouth—the kind that barely curved the corners of her lips but still made something warm spark low in your chest.

“now?” she asked, voice soft, like she didn’t want to scare the moment away.

“yeah. before it rains.” you bounced a little on your heels, half teasing, half pleading, a hint of whining in your tone to keep her convinced.

liz hesitated—then nodded, disappearing back into her cabin for a second before returning in sneakers and a light jacket.

“okay. let’s go.”

you grinned, falling into step beside her as you started down the trail.

but what neither of you noticed, was the first droplets starting to darken the dirt at your feet.

—

the forest stretched wider around you the deeper you went—tall trees crowding overhead, their branches weaving a tangled canopy that turned the sky into a muted gray blur. the ground was soft underfoot, blanketed in layers of wet leaves that stuck to your shoes with every step.

the air smelled rich, like moss and bark and the faint metallic edge of coming rain.

you hiked in easy rhythm, your breath clouding faintly in the cold. liz kept pace beside you, her head ducked slightly against the breeze, sleeves pulled down to cover her hands. every so often, your arms would brush, sending tiny sparks up your skin that you pretended not to notice.

“i think we’re officially lost,” you joked, tilting your head back to squint up at the overcast sky.

liz snorted softly. “you’re the one who wanted to hike,” she said, shooting you a sideways glance, her lips twitching into a smirk she was trying to hide.

you bumped your shoulder into hers lightly, the contact sending a thrill down your spine.

“yeah, because i thought it’d be fun,” you said, dragging out the word dramatically.

liz let out a soft laugh, the sound low and warm in the chilly air. it was rare to hear her laugh so freely—and rarer still to be the cause of it. you tucked that small victory into your heart, letting it glow quietly there.

you kept walking, following a narrow deer trail through the trees. the world around you was soft, muted—the kind of silence that wasn’t empty but full, like the forest itself was holding its breath.

eventually, you found a small clearing.

broken logs crisscrossed the ground, slick with moss, and tiny wildflowers pushed up stubbornly between them. you slowed to a stop, breathing in the damp, earthy air, and turned to find liz already watching you.

“what?” you asked, smiling at her. she shrugged, looking away quickly, the tips of her ears turning pink.

“nothing,” she mumbled. “you just… you look happy.” but the admission was so soft you almost missed it.

you stared at her for a moment longer than necessary, feeling something shift—something slow and dangerous and inevitable.

then you laughed it off, teasing, “awh, you like hiking with me.”

liz rolled her eyes, but her mouth twitched like she wanted to smile again. “don’t push your luck.” she scoffed, but obviously biting down on her cheeks to prevent a smile from escaping.

you stepped closer, just to mess with her, and she immediately stepped back—only to bump into a fallen log behind her, nearly tripping. you caught her wrist without thinking, steadying her with a hand around her sleeve-covered forearm.

your fingers curled instinctively around the soft fabric of her hoodie, feeling the faint tremor running through her muscles.

for a second, neither of you moved. the world narrowed to the space between your bodies—the shallow breaths, the tightening grip, the unsaid things clawing at the air.

you pulled back first, laughing it off even though your heart was hammering against your ribs.

liz cleared her throat, adjusting her hoodie like it could shield her from you.

“careful,” you teased lightly, turning back toward the trail. “don’t want you dying before the trip even starts.”

liz muttered something under her breath that you couldn’t quite catch, but when you glanced back at her, she was smiling.

it was small, but it was real. and it was all for you.

the hike stretched on, winding lazily through the trees. your conversation dipped in and out—soft jokes, shared stories, dumb arguments about which way was north. it felt easy, natural, like the world outside the forest didn’t exist.

until the first cold drop of rain hit the back of your neck.

you flinched, brushing it away, only for another to land on your forehead. and another. within seconds, the rain thickened, turning the forest floor into a slick mess of mud and wet leaves.

liz stiffened beside you, pulling her hood tighter around her face.

“shit,” you breathed, scanning the woods for anything resembling shelter.

the wind picked up, howling between the trees and rattling the branches overhead. water streamed down your jacket, soaking into your clothes until you were shivering.

“there—” liz pointed, her voice loud over the sudden roar of the storm.

you barely caught sight of it through the sheets of rain—an old cabin, tucked half-hidden behind a dense thicket of trees.

without thinking, you grabbed liz’s hand, lacing your fingers through hers and pulling her into a run. your boots slid against the muddy ground, the world around you blurring into gray and green as you stumbled toward safety.

the cabin door creaked on its hinges as you shoved it open, the inside dark and musty. it was barely bigger than a shed—one room, four walls, no furniture except for a collapsed cot in the corner—but it was dry.

you slammed the door shut behind you, both of you panting from the run. water dripped from your hair, your clothes clinging wet and cold to your skin.

liz stood a few feet away, blinking rain out of her lashes, her cheeks flushed from the cold and the exertion.

you leaned back against the door, heart still racing, and let out a shaky laugh. “well… that was fun.”

liz huffed, a soft smile ghosting across her lips, and shrugged off her soaked jacket. her hoodie underneath was plastered to her body, outlining the curve of her shoulders and the faint line of muscle in her arms.

you looked away before you could get caught staring, tapping your finger on your hip as a distraction.

an old blanket sat crumpled on a dusty shelf near the door. you grabbed it, shaking it out once to dislodge the worst of the dust, and draped it over your shoulders.

liz hesitated, then stepped forward, sliding under the blanket with you, sighing at the warmth enveloping around her, replacing the once cold feeling dancing on her skin.

her body was cold against yours, but the shared heat started to build quickly, seeping into your skin wherever you touched—hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, thigh against thigh.

for a while, you just sat there, listening to the rain batter the roof.

your head rested lightly against liz’s shoulder, your fingers fiddling with the frayed edge of the blanket. liz’s breathing was steady but tight, like she was holding something back.

every shift, every brush of your arm against hers, made her tense—only for her to relax a second later, like she was fighting a losing battle with herself. you stayed close, pretending not to notice how her hand flexed slightly every time your thigh pressed against hers.

pretending not to notice the way her breathing hitched when you shifted to tuck your freezing toes under her leg.

pretending you didn’t feel the weight of her gaze burning against the side of your face. you stayed like that—pressed close, breathing each other in—both of you pretending the tension wasn’t thick enough to drown in.

but it was. and it was only getting worse by the minute. the closer you stayed to her, the more you felt her breath increase, the more her movements felt miscalculated and unsure, and the harder she dug her hand into your back.

—

the rain pounded relentlessly against the tin roof of the abandoned shed, a steady drumbeat that seemed to echo inside your chest. the storm had rolled in faster than either of you expected, trapping you and liz in the middle of nowhere, miles away from the nearest soul.

the only thing keeping the chill from settling into your bones was the scratchy old blanket liz had found stuffed in a corner, now thrown over your shoulders as you huddled together on the dusty wooden floor.

her arm was around you, her body warm and solid against your side, but even then, you shivered. instinctively, you shifted closer, pressing yourself against her. your thigh slid over hers, your hip nudging into the sharp jut of her jeans—and that’s when you felt it.

a jolt went through you, sharp and electric. she was hard. painfully so, if the way she stiffened against you was anything to go by.

you froze, heart hammering, but liz didn’t move away. she just exhaled slowly, like she was fighting to keep herself still, fighting not to react. but it was too late—heat flooded your body, burning away the cold faster than any blanket could.

you tilted your head up, your nose brushing her jawline, and she finally looked at you—eyes dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted like she was already halfway to kissing you.

your hand moved first, curling into the fabric of her jacket, pulling her down—and then her mouth was on yours.

the kiss was messy, desperate, teeth clashing before she softened it, cupping your jaw, thumbs brushing your cheeks like you were something fragile.

her lips moved against yours slow and deep, coaxing you open, teasing you into giving her more, and you whimpered when she tilted your head back to kiss you even deeper.

liz shifted her body, sliding you both further down onto the wooden floor, pulling the blanket tighter over your heads to cocoon you in this tiny world of warmth and skin and breathless sounds. her thigh pressed between yours, nudging insistently against the heat of your core through your clothes.

you gasped when her hardness brushed up again, your hips jerking involuntarily. she chuckled softly against your mouth, a low, wrecked sound that made your stomach twist with need.

“you can be as loud as you want,” she murmured into your skin, her voice cracking slightly with restraint. “there’s no one out here but me, baby.”

your whole body trembled, desperate, burning. you grabbed at her jacket, pushing it off her shoulders, hands moving clumsily over her body as you stripped her down. liz helped you, her hands moving over your skin with reverence, until both of you were half-naked under the rough blanket, skin pressed to skin.

you could feel every inch of her—her flushed skin, the way her cock throbbed against your thigh, leaking already, desperate for you.

liz kissed you again, messier this time, her teeth catching your bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue. one hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until you whined, pushing into her touch. she kissed her way down your jawline, your throat, sucking gently at the sensitive spot just under your ear.

you writhed beneath her, overwhelmed, gasping into the air between you.

then—finally—she pushed her jeans and boxers down, freeing herself completely. you shivered when you felt the hot, heavy weight of her cock against your stomach, smearing precum over your skin.

she lined herself up, the head sliding through your soaked folds, gathering your slick, teasing you until you were practically shaking.

“liz,” you whispered, broken and needy.

liz didn’t make you beg twice.

she pressed in, slow and steady, stretching you open with the thick, delicious drag of her cock. you gasped at the burn, clutching at her shoulders, your nails digging in.

she kept murmuring soft things against your skin until she was fully seated inside you, hips flush against yours.

she stayed still for a second, letting you adjust, her forehead resting against yours as both of you panted for air.

then, with a low groan, she started moving. her thrusts were slow and deep, grinding her hips against yours on every downward roll, making sure you felt every inch of her dragging inside you. your mouth fell open in a silent cry, your hands fisting the blanket, your back arching helplessly.

liz kissed you again—sloppier now, her breath shuddering against your mouth—while her hips rocked into you over and over. each thrust was deliberate, almost punishingly slow, like she was trying to memorize the way you felt wrapped around her.

you whimpered when she angled her hips just right, brushing that devastating spot inside you with every movement.

“right there?” she breathed against your lips. “feels good?”

you could only nod, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt.

liz kissed your cheeks, your forehead, anywhere she could reach. her hands slid under your thighs, pushing your knees up, opening you wider for her.

the new angle made you cry out—a broken, desperate sound that echoed inside the little shed—and liz groaned at the sound, thrusting a little harder now, chasing it, addicted to the way you moaned for her.

“that’s it,” she whispered, her voice wrecked. “let me hear you, baby. you’re doing so good for me.”

the words pushed you even closer to the edge, your walls clenching around her cock, making her stutter in her rhythm.

she fucked you slow and deep, grinding her hips on every thrust, dragging her cock against every sensitive spot inside you until you were falling apart. your body shook uncontrollably, pleasure building higher and higher with every stroke, every soft kiss, every whispered praise.

“liz—” you gasped, your voice breaking.

“i know,” she breathed, one hand sliding up to cradle your cheek. “i’ve got you. let go for me.”and in response you did.

your orgasm slammed into you like a wave, tearing a ragged scream from your throat as your body clamped down around her cock. you sobbed her name, clutching at her like you might fall apart if you let go.

liz cursed under her breath, feeling you tighten around her, and barely managed a few more desperate thrusts before she buried herself as deep as she could and came.

you felt it—hot and thick, spilling inside you in pulsing waves—and the feeling only made your body jerk through another wave of aftershocks.

she held you through it, whispering soft, broken things against your skin as you both rode it out together, tangled up in each other, trembling and sweating and gasping for air under the pounding rain.

slowly, when your body stopped shaking, liz softened her thrusts until she was just rocking into you lazily, as if she couldn’t stand to pull out yet.

“you okay?” she whispered, brushing sweaty hair out of your face, kissing your forehead so gently it made you want to cry.

“mhm,” you breathed, voice hoarse and ruined, “so good.”

liz smiled against your skin, finally pulling out with a soft, wet sound that made you whimper. you felt her cum spill out of you, warm and messy between your thighs, and shivered at the feeling.

she bundled you closer, wrapping you tightly in the blanket, pressing kisses to your cheeks, your shoulders, your throat.

“you’re perfect,” she murmured, so full of awe it made your heart clench.

outside, the rain kept falling, but inside, you were warm, sore, and completely, utterly loved. liz sighed, rubbing your back and tracing soft patterns, smiling softly to herself before speaking.

“i didn’t think you’d be that loud.” she teased, letting out a chuckle as you smacked her arm playfully

“whatever. atleast i got you to finally kiss me.”

—

the rain had softened sometime during the night, fading from violent sheets to a steady, gentle drizzle that barely tapped against the roof.

the world outside the cabin felt still—hushed, like it was holding its breath. mist hung heavy over the trees, curling around the trunks and drifting low across the ground like something out of a dream.

inside, it was warm. liz’s body was wrapped around yours, one arm thrown loosely over your waist, her breath slow and even against the back of your neck. the blanket tangled around your bare legs, the air still thick with the faint, lingering scent of rain, sweat, and skin.

for a long moment, you just lay there, letting the weight of everything settle over you—her hand splayed against your stomach, the soft beat of her heart against your spine, the way her fingers twitched slightly every time you shifted closer.

you didn’t want to move.

didn’t want to break the fragile bubble the two of you had built here, tucked away from everything and everyone.

but reality tugged at you slowly—softly at first, then sharper, the way the chill seeped into your bones now that the storm had passed.

you shifted carefully, rolling onto your back to find liz already watching you, her eyes half-lidded, hair messy, hoodie rumpled in a way that made your chest tighten.

neither of you spoke, you didn’t have to. the look she gave you—soft, almost reverent—said more than words could manage.

you reached up, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead. her eyes fluttered shut at the touch, a low hum of contentment slipping from her throat.

“we should go back,” you whispered eventually, your voice hoarse from disuse.

liz only nodded, her hand finding yours under the blanket, her fingers weaving through yours with a care that made your heart ache.

even now, after everything, she touched you like you were something precious.

you dressed slowly, quietly, stealing glances at her as you both moved around each other in a rhythm that felt too natural, too intimate to be new.

when you stepped outside, the mist clung to your clothes, cold and damp against your skin. the trail back to camp was barely visible, the trees shrouded in low, rolling fog, but liz squeezed your hand once—firm and reassuring—and started walking.

the hike back was silent. not awkward—never awkward with her now.

just comfortable, steady. your steps fell into sync without even trying, and every so often, your fingers would brush, sending little jolts of warmth up your arm despite the chill still lingering in the air.

the campsite came into view faster than you expected—the two cabins still standing, the firepit long since soaked and abandoned.

and pacing outside the nearest cabin, hair a mess, jacket hanging half off her shoulders, was rei.

she spotted you instantly, freezing mid-step before rushing toward you, her boots slipping slightly on the wet ground.

“where were you guys?” she blurted out the second she was close enough, her voice pitching higher with worry.

“i woke up and you weren’t here—i thought—” she broke off, flailing her hands wildly before shoving them into her hair in frustration.

you opened your mouth, scrambling for something to say—some excuse, some explanation that didn’t sound completely insane—but before you could, you felt liz’s hand brush lightly against the small of your back.

you turned your head slightly, and your eyes met hers.

and just like that—without a single word—you both knew. the night, the rain, the cabin, the heat—the way your bodies had come together like they were always meant to.

it wasn’t just something that happened. it was something that would stay between you, stitched into your skin now, impossible to tear away.

liz gave you the faintest smile—small, knowing—and your heart twisted in your chest.

“we’re fine,” she said finally, her voice steady, smooth, like she hadn’t just wrecked you hours ago in the middle of a storm.

rei didn’t look convinced, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at the way you and liz stood just a little too close, your bodies angled toward each other without even realizing it.

but she didn’t push, huffing loudly instead and muttering something about “next time, leave a damn note” before stomping back toward the cabin.

you stood there for a second longer, the mist swirling around your ankles, the damp air clinging to your skin, your pulse still racing.

then liz leaned in, her shoulder brushing yours, her voice low and warm against your ear.

“hey,” she murmured, and when you turned your head to look at her properly, she was already smiling—soft and crooked and so full of something you didn’t dare name yet.

her hand found yours again, fingers threading through with easy, instinctive certainty. you squeezed back, your chest tightening painfully with everything you couldn’t say out loud.

liz tilted her head slightly, her hair falling into her eyes, and said, in a voice so soft it was almost lost to the mist.

“kiss me”

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tastesousweet · 1 year ago

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (vi) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : y/n can only deflect her crush on matt for so long

warnings : smut, banter/cuteness, angst at the end

mickey speaks : sooooooo. yeah. enjoy! (also i imagine lucas as luka sabbat)

THIS IS PART SIX GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLS

“I’M kind of hungry though,” you groan as you stand in front of your open and very bare (besides two scrawny carrots and a few of andrea’s energy drinks) fridge, pouted mouth and limp wrist holding your phone to your ear.

“i’m sure you are, you always seem to be fucking hungry,” matt’s attitude laces into his comment’s comedic undertone.

“don’t be mean,” you close the fridge and begin to look through the many cabinets in your kitchen that are somehow just as bare. “how the fuck are we completely out of food?!”

“ask your fuckin- move out of the way! go! now, move!” matt’s voice cuts into a rage as his attention directs to the cars around him, who he’d debate the validity of their drivers licenses.

his loudness has you pulling your phone away from your ear to let him finish, then bring it back towards you, “hey, let’s use our inside voices when on the phone with someone…” you smile at your own joke as you dig through a never ending junk drawer for a pen.

“hmm let’s go to the grocery store more often so we’re not having our sneaky link take us to eat,” his comeback is as quick as his lane switching.

“well you sure know how to make a girl feel special,” your sarcasm spews as you begin to write out a list for a much needed grocery trip with andrea tomorrow.

“what are you hungry for?” he speaks over the chimes of his turn signal.

“i don’t know,” you mumble clearly not too focused on figuring out what you’d like to eat.

“what’re you doing right now?” he asks.

“nothing,” you say while biting your inner cheek trying to remember the specific brand of orange juice that andrea recently discovered she prefers.

“okay, i’m pulling up in like five, figure out where you wanna go.”

“please?” you question where his manners are among the frequent demands he throws at you.

“mhm, that too.” he half-asses an agreement, “bye.”

you drop your pen and respond with a quick ‘bye’ before hanging up the phone and tucking it into your purse along with your keys.

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matt's car smells of warm citrus and eucalyptus, in contrast to the coolness of the air he currently has blowing. you glance over to him once you're settled into the leather passenger seat, giving you a view of his soft side profile and torso covered with one of his many black hoodies (as if california temperatures weren’t currently at their highest) that fit his figure well, as he focuses on adjusting his hair in the pull down mirror.

the only light source in the car comes in the soft, off-white lighting synced to the mirror, that shines just enough for you to see his full smirk and head shake when you joke, “got someone to look good for?”

he mutters a light, “barely,” before placing the mirror back against the ceiling and changing gears smoothly. “your babysitter didn’t question you?”

you shake your head and begin to buckle your seatbelt, “no, she’s out with some coworkers for a drink. what about yours?”

“didn’t even notice i left.” he shrugs then gestures to the navigation screen that’s now dimly lit, “where do you wanna eat?” your silence speaks volumes to him, “how'd i just know you'd pull this shit? i told you to have it figured out by the time you got in the car!” he groans and looks over to you.

you try to hide a smile due to his irritance, “okay, and what if i just don’t know, matt?!” your hands turn and face the ceiling to show the genuine unsureness of your appetite.

“then, you must not be that hungry,” he shrugs.

you redirect your eyes from him to the road in front of you, “i miss when you were quietly mean, now you’re all obnoxious and loud about it.”

a smirk finds its way to matt's face as he continuously looks from you to the road until you finally look back over to him. “sorry, that was also mean. i don’t hate when you talk, even though you’re rude as fuck.”

matt laughs off the apology he wasn't even seeking from you, “jesus, i wasn't gonna cry over it.”

your stomach is weeping and begging for you to pick a place to eat at this point causing you to lean your head against the window (though you find the vibrations from the motor and awkward dips from the road make the position more uncomfortable than anything) and eye the blurs of brightly lit, primary colored signs. it becomes a little dizzying but eventually slows as matt eases on the brakes.

during the brief pause you take time recognize your surroundings more and just as matt starts to go through the intersection, a breath gets caught in your throat when you spot a small local store you remember going to with remi for lunch a few months back, “wait!”

matt slams on his brakes with a sudden look of fear in his eyes, rocking the both of you far forward then slamming you back into the seats. his face turns to frustration when you laugh a little and ask, “can we stop at that bodega right there?” while pointing out the window.

he raises a hand in view of his back windshield to apologize to the person behind him as he speeds off again and scolds you, "do you have any fucking etiquette?"

"oh wow, that’s a big word for you, matt!" you celebrate. he then takes a sharp turn into the rural parking lot, making you grip the side door as you jump along with the car.

you watch as he easily parks the car and turns off the ignition with a huff, "i doubt some convenience store snacks are gonna hold you over, but whatever."

"never doubt a small local market, this place has a bomb ass hole-in-the-wall sandwich shop and you wouldn’t even know." you defend while opening the car door.

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you lead matt inside while he unashamedly stares at how your hips move as you walk- your skin naturally exposed due to your low waisted lounge pants and small tank top (which makes him want to do nothing more than squeeze, lick, and kiss the area).

you greet the bored cashier the way you tend to greet anyone: as if you know them, and make your way to the back side of the store, the smell of toasted bread gaining potence in the air as you approach.

matt continues to follow as he glances around the very average looking store, with aisles of typical name-brand foods and drinks.

you stop near a bulletin board with a makeshift menu and read over each option. when matt gets closer to you, you feel the need to explain yourself as if it wasn't clear enough, "'m tryin' to figure out what i want."

he only replies with an "mhm," as he focuses on options for himself.

you both take turns separately ordering and paying for food (of course you had to tease him for making it seem as though you being hungry was such a hassle) and find a small table to sit at.

you fiddle with the table caddy, "watch. this will be the best sandwich of your life."

matt sits opposite of you, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, "better be. you had me driving crazy to get to this place."

"i said i was sorry about that!" you dramatically remind him of the apology you gave him when you two initally walked up to the store.

“order for y/n?” the same man (with a heavy east coast accent) you ordered from peeks his head out.

you send matt a smile before getting up and walking over to the window, “thank you so much, it smells amazing.” you compliment.

“‘course and, uh, we’ve got that second order ready as well if you want to take it over,” he offers.

“yeah, i’ll go ahead and take it.” you take the wrapped and acronym-labeled sandwiches in each hand, thanking him once more before beginning to walk over to the table.

“oh how sweet are you? bringin’ my sandwich to me and shit,” matt chuckles as he runs his tongue over his teeth casually.

“a ‘thank you’ would’ve been more than enough,” you take your seat again. the shuffles of wax paper wrapping and distant chimes of the bell near the entrance is the only noise surrounding both of you for your first few bites.

you pause eating to ask, “how’s your sandwich?” you direct your sandwich towards him as both of your hands are occupied in holding said sandwich.

he covers his mouth with a fist as he finishes chewing, nodding his head to give away his answer. he’s not really one to eat for flavor alone so his answer is mediocre, “yeah, it’s good. yours?” he questions while going in for another bite.

“so amazing,” you draw out and jokingly moan into your next bite.

matt’s face scrunches and he can’t wait until the food is out of his mouth to deliver his comment, “gross, just eat your food without all the effects.”

you put up your index finger so that you can swallow before replying, “you really have the nerve to say that through the shit ton of food in your mouth?”

he shrugs and gives a sarcastic smile with his cheeks bunched out and full of his sandwich.

you take a sip of your diet coke before asking, “‘kay, so what’d you do today?” you’re just generally curious and admittedly not the best at being quiet or reserved when around other people.

matt sighs, “you know…talking really takes away the point of this.”

“oh my god, answer the question. don’t be unfun, matt.”

“’m just tryin' to eat,” he laughs through his nose.

“okay, then i’ll go first but you still have to tell me about your day after,” you decide.

“fine,” matt uses a napkin to wipe his mouth a little.

“well, i woke up so fucking early today, i had to get to work by like 5:30 to start helping with an order of six cakes. luckily we prepped a lot the day before and carmen is like the best coworker to have to do that long shift with.”

“six cakes? for one order?”

“yeah, it was for a family reunion and they called about some dietary restrictions for certain cakes plus the different flavors- just shit to make our job harder. but love my job regardless, and the woman who picked them up looked so happy,” you take another sip of your drink, “but after that i went home and basically napped until you called.”

“this is the first thing you’re eating today?” he doesn’t care too much that you haven’t eaten today, rather uses it as an excuse to get you to continue eating so the you both can leave (or maybe this is just what he tells himself).

“i mean i ate some boiled eggs whenever i had down time at work, but yeah i guess.”

“and look at you, wasting your time yappin’ instead of eating. there’s truly no helping you,” he shakes his head slowly back and forth in faux disappointment.

you ignore him, “okay, your turn.” his eyebrows pinch and he takes a sip of his drink, telling you he won’t be answering if you don’t start to eat, “look! i’m eating,” you take a bite to prove yourself.

“right…uhh what did i do today?” he looks up in memory. “i tatted some guy’s face earlier, i guess that was a bit intense.”

“um, yeah that’s intense, what’d he get?!”

“the outline of peru above his cheekbone." matt circles the area on his own face, "it was actually really sentimental; he told this whole story about his mom immigrating here from peru.“

“that's so sweet. did he say why he wanted it on his face?”

matt shrugs, “he wanted to try somewhere he hasn’t before.”

you nod, “and was this your first face tat?”

“no, i’ve done a few before, just haven’t in a while.” matt leans back and scratches the back of his neck to stretch. “ever since i posted that pic of your tat i’ve been booked by all theses girls who want cartoon designs, now nick’s pissed i’m stealing his clientele since ‘it’s his specialty.’”

“well my hello kitty is precious so i can't blame them." you pause, "are you fucking these girls too?” you look at matt before you begin to giggle to yourself and take your final bite.

matt’s eyes widen and he lets a small laugh escape, “no, that kinda luck can only come so often. and how slutty would i be to hookup with all of my clients?” though he wouldn’t call you strictly a client anymore- but he doesn’t correct it since he’s unsure if the two of you are necessarily friends either.

“one: don’t hype yourself too much, two: there’s nothing wrong with being a slut, matt. you should embrace your nature.” you smile before gesturing to his last bit of sandwich and mocking, “catch up now, you’ve been doing all that talking and no eating! i'm starting to lose hope.”

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"matt, where the fuck are we?" you raise yourself up a little to look around. you’re parked in a large city center parking lot with few cars and dimming street lights.

“shhh, sit down.” he absentmindedly calms you, speaking in a low voice while typing on his phone. you lean back into your seat, bored enough that you opt to watching your hands rise and fall with your stomach as you breathe.

he continues tapping at the screen for the entirety of the next song, making you grow impatient and confused. is he expecting you to make the first move right now? did he bring you here to have sex? who the fuck is he texting?

you move yourself closer to him so that your elbows rest against the center console and hold your head up. "matt," you whisper.

he doesn't answer but you notice his eyebrows are furrowed and angled.

"matt," you repeat and guide your hand up his arm, firmly squeezing his shoulder.

"mm?" he looks over to you for a second, then out the windshield before his eyes fixate on his phone once more.

"what'd you bring me here for...?" your voice is laced with intentional seduction as your hand moves back down his arm to play with the slim silver bracelet hanging on the wrist of his occupied hand.

"y/n, hold on," somehow his voice is just as distracted as his eyes.

you pout, "can you, like, look at me?" you see him picking at the skin of his lip, only looking at you when your hair falls in front of his phone as you lean to press your lips to the hand you've been messing with.

he moves his hand to capture your bottom lip softly between his thumb and the side of his index finger, finally giving in with a small “yeah?”

before you get a word out a few taps hit matt’s window making both of you flinch and pull back. you’re so caught off guard and feel exposed in a way after having your face so close to matt’s lower half. you’re nervous as to why someone would randomly come to matt’s window, until matt willingly lowers it.

you move your head to the side to get a better view of the lanky man with deep caramel skin and arched dimples that pop when he speaks, “yooo, matt! what’s up?” they dap each other up through the open window.

“fucking finally,” matt sighs with a laugh.

he kisses his teeth, “look i got your shit right here. have some faith in me, brother.” he leans to grab a small bag from one of his cargo pant pockets as matt reaches for his sleek black wallet.

you try to keep yourself leveled and not ask a million questions about this whole predicament, but you’re feeling quite left out.

matt carelessly grabs the plastic bag from the guy while he continues to sift through his wallet with only one hand, before handing you the bag without even looking your way. once it’s in your hand you use the light of your phone to get a better look, noticing the unground weed in the bag. you scrunch your face and place it in your lap.

you don’t pick up on much of matt’s conversation until you’re brought up, “who’s your friend?” the guy leans further onto the car.

“no one you’d need to know,” matt shrugs, pulling out a few unscathed bills and handing them with a smile.

you squint your eyes at the insult to your existence he's implied calling you ‘no one,’ before reaching over matt with an extended hand, “hi, i’m y/n.”

he glances at matt, who’s shooting daggers into the side of your head with his eyes, then looks to you, “i’m lucas, nice to meet you.” his eyes and smile both very dopey.

“how’d you meet such a hush guy like matt?” you inquire and feel a smile forming as matt surprisingly allows you to continue this conversation.

“his brother nick does like all of my tattoos,” he pulls up his sleeve to show a collection of pieces in various styles. “next thing i know, i got three trusty customers!” he giggles and looks to matt who puts on an obvious fake smile. you turn your face to see him and feel yourself smile wider at his expense.

“yep…” matt replies.

you quickly turn back to lucas and look closer at his sleeve, “oh wow, nick is fucking talented.” matt fights from moving you back into your seat and driving off as fast as possible. “matt actually gave me one,” you lift yourself back into your seat, using matt’s thigh for support, and begin to move your shirt out of the way.

“hmm, right,” matt takes your shirt in his own hand to cover the spot once more, “we actually have somewhere to be like now.” he looks over to lucas and gives an impressively collected smile, “‘m sorry to cut it short, man. you know we gotta hang out soon.”

“for sure, i’ll have to text you," lucas nods, "and maybe i’ll see you around too, y/n. just stay pretty.” he points to you as he back away from the car. “get her home safe now, matthew.” he throws in the extra joke.

“uh huh, thanks for the smoke,” matt chuckles dryly and gives a bitter half-ass peace sign before rolling his window up. he looks over to you, with your legs sprawled in an awkward yet comfortable way and full smile on your flushed face, “fuck are you smilin’ about?”

“you brought me here for a fucking drug deal?!” you try to control the laugh in your throat.

“look you got your sandwich, i got my weed,”

“i don’t think those are com-” you mumble even though matt’s words never pause for you.

“we both were dragged somewhere, so it’s fair.” matt shrugs with pouted lips as he lifts the center console in search of the dope he’d just bought, “where’d you put it?” you then hold the bag up for him to see, but as he reaches for it you move back slightly. “you’re not funny, dude, give it.”

“come get it,” you look at the bag then over to matt’s unentertained face.

“y/n, that shit won’t work on me. we’re in my car and you don’t know the first thing about rolling.” he props his hand up expecting you to give up at this point. “stop playing.”

“why can’t you just play a little matt? you’re so worked up and mad most of the time,” your cheeks puff a little when you let out an annoyed breath.

“i wouldn’t say mad but,” matt’s eyes widen with the word in exaggeration but he knows you don’t actually want to debate over his mood so he recovers smoothly, moving his body to fully face you, “ alright, we can play, sweetheart.”

he leans closer, “how about about we play you give me my shit and then i’ll fuck you,” in reality the bag of weed is easily within snatching range, but the tension of coercing it out of you entertains matt more.

“that’s not a fun trade when you were gonna do that anyway,” the way your full lips move has matt itching to lay them against his own.

“no i wasn’t,” he whispers, and now that you’ve both now gravitated towards each other, practically at each other’s faces, you get a special view of his eyes and the way his cheeks pinch inward when he lies.

“really?”

he plays along, nodding while looking down in faux disappointment, though you can see him start to hide a giggle of some sort.

“damn. maybe i’ll have to take your phone next and get lucas to come back for me.” you sigh, and go to reach for his phone.

matt grabs your hand looks back to your devious face. “hell no, keep my friends off your roster.”

you purse your lips, “oh really? but you can do whatever you want with my-?” you’re cut off with a small kiss that grows as you reciprocate.

you’re too caught up in the proximity and heat to focus on matt’s hand that finds and takes the bag without fight. he pulls away (far too quickly) just to tease, “too easy.” he holds the bag up and stashes it in his side door. “and now you’ll have to wait until we get back to mine.”

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matt's beyond frustrated when he shows up to find his driveway lined with cars and general rowdiness that can be seen through the windows. you had some jokes at his expense to make as he drove off and away from his house to find the street you're currently parked on.

he's pretty silent until he eventually gets over himself due to his extreme horniness he's suppressed for longer than he expected when calling you. "well, 'm sorry my house is a bit occupied at the moment."

you face him, "no, it's fine." you unbuckle your seatbelt and move to hover over his face, placing a small kiss on his lips then pulling away, "right?"

matt raises his head to look at you, making you glance away from his eyes and down to his lips as you lick your own. and just as your tongue slips back into your mouth, matt is recapturing your lips in a needy kiss.

as the kiss deepens he takes a hold of the area where your head and neck split, holding any of your hair there with it. your tongue plays against his lips before he finally allows you to feel into his mouth a little.

you both kiss and play with each others' lips as he moves his hands to feel down your waist and tug on your waistband to urge you closer to him. you don’t listen though, instead greedily enjoying the slow movement of your lips.

matt pulls away at your disobedience and reclines his seat in one swift motion. you sigh to yourself at the loss of contact, still angled oddly over the center as you bite your bottom lip to mimic matt’s kiss.

he pats his lap and reaches for your arm, softly demanding, “c’mere.” with his physical encouragement you move your body to crawl onto him and settle easily in his lap. matt’s eyes never leave the place where your bodies meet as his hands squeeze at your hips and then your ass.

you lean down to kiss at his neck, causing your boobs to go into matt’s line of sight. he brings his hands up to give them a small squeeze before reaching into your tiny tank top to expose them fully.

you moan into his neck and lift yourself up to watch as matt swirls his tongue around your left nipple while caressing the right. “mmm,” you hum and encourage while your hands play with the hair at the nape of matt’s neck.

he lets go of one with a small pop, muttering “you’re so hot,” against the other. as your hips grind softly you can feel his dick, heavy and hard under you. he pauses his play, “you feel it, sweetheart, go ahead and do somethin’ about it.”

you moan softly and begin to grind against him. he continues to suck and fiddle with your nipples until they're sensitive and causing you to whine.

you then slowly adjust your tits back into place and crawl lower, watching your head of the wheel and watching your legs of the pedals. matt assumingly leans back and plays with the drawstring of his shorts while licking his lips, watching your every move. and finding it very fucking hot that you want to suck his dick so bad you’d sit on the rough, brushed carpet of his car.

you run your fingers up his thighs and beg with your eyes for matt to show himself to you. eventually, he purses his lips and begins to adjust his pants lower, relieving his member of anticipation.

you bite at your bottom lip subconsciously as you adjust yourself closer to him. matt keeps hold of the base, tapping himself against your closed mouth a few times, before you reveal your tongue to him. you run your mouth over him once before gathering your sticky saliva to spit softly on his tip. matt whines at the sensation and grows louder the second you take him fully into your mouth.

the way his eyebrows ruffle together and his mouth forms the most perfect ‘o’ shape is so breathtaking and drives you to continue working him in hopes that he only grows needier.

one of his hands finds the back of the headrest to grip while the other begins to move your hair for you into a harsh, makeshift ponytail. “mmm, fuck. keep goin’, baby.”

you allow all of him into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat before you pull off of him and begin to use your hand on his slick cock. “you like that?” you ask and you look so innocent and so genuinely intrigued at his answer that he can only answer in a groan. you kiss his tip in your own exchange of words with him without actually saying anything, then swirl your tongue around it as you bring him back into your wet mouth.

“yeah- just like that, mmm.” his voice is rough and strained a little as he guides your head continuously. your pace changes over the next few strokes, growing rapid and sloppier with time. matt's low moans and words of encouragement leave you feeling both desperate for his release and your own pleasure and fulfillment he'd give you afterwards.

without warning you, he takes hold of your head and forces himself fully in your mouth, unapologetically spilling his cum down your throat. once he's slumped and breathing heavily you pull off of him, a string of grotesque spit attaching you and his spent dick, and wipe your face with the back of your hand softly.

you force him to make room for you and sit up as you crawl back into his lap, the skin of your knees indented with the carpet's texture. "you're so fucking good," matt compliments in a daze while holding the bridge of his nose.

you kiss the corner of his open mouth and smirk, "too easy."

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"why does it keep biting me?!" chris yelps.

you and andrea never expected to own any kind of pet in recent years, due to both of your awkward schedules and mutual irresponsibility for your actions (finding it appropriate that you both learn to care for yourselves before an animal, no matter how tempting). but that was before you both found a tiny black kitten near a local bus stop that almost had you in tears.

you scooped him up easily and held him in your lap the entire drive home with andrea looking over and cooing at each red light she'd hit.

the entire day was spent googling, then bathing him, then googling if it was okay to use dish soap on a baby kitten, all while you both were clawed at and splashed the entire time.

but you and andrea have settled into cat motherhood well. recently you both went half on buying a cat tree (that is honestly way too big for your tiny living area) and decided to get your friends to help build it.

"he probably doesn't like you," nick suggests while twisting a screwdriver, legs sprawled on the floor.

"i'm sure he doesn't like anything with a name like figaro." chris deepens his voice when stating the cat's name and rolls his eyes.

"shut up, chris!" andrea calls from the kitchen.

"y/n, do you guys have any batteries?" erin asks as she opens the packaging of the cat toy she brought as a gift for figaro.

you smile at the ball of black fur at her side, clumsily punching the cardboard and plastic wrapping before nodding your head and placing your glass on the table, "yeah, which kind?"

"uh, triple a, three of them please."

you head to a closet down the hall to gather the batteries, fumbling with the top shelf a little. you don't hear when the bathroom door next to you opens and matt walks out, only recognizing when you hear his voice, "need some help?"

"no, thank you," you glance at him behind you and smile, giving a final stretch to reach the packaging. "see?" you show him the package in your hand proving he had no reason to even ask.

he smirks and stops you from closing the closet door just yet, "you look nice." you thank him and aren't surprised at what falls from his mouth next, "kinda need to paint with you soon."

"i'm sure you do," you almost laugh, due to both matt's undying horniness and the continued reference to painting.

he looks into your eyes carefully as he feels for your side and swipes his thumb over your tattoo. his mouth comes closer, right below your ear, "i'm not playin', i miss it." he leaves a kiss at the spot before he backs away and places his hands together in a prayer position, rocking them back and forth, mouthing "please."

the both of you almost laugh just before he turns to walk back to the group and remi calls for you to bring her a drink on your way back.

only when you're back in the living room your smile, matt once put on your face, drops as your eyes immediately catch erin and matt talking, her leg leaning far onto his as he reads the instructions and makes dry jokes about the toy she'd bought figaro.

you dont interrupt, placing the batteries near erin and taking a seat next to remi. you don't let your emotions manifest in your actions, even if you're starting to feel it a little extra when matt manages to remind you that you really are nothing but a nice fuck to him.

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<- part four | part six -> | series masterlist

chapter summary: Steve and you are working late.

the song: Cinema by Harry Styles

2,236 words | please see masterlist for gen warnings / brief descriptions of injury/blood | my blog is 18+

AN: I cannot believe there’s only four chapters left to share of this! Thanks for being here and your continued support of this story 💛Also, no hate to the peaches smelling community, I love that smell just as much as Steve Harrington, just for the purposes of this fic we hate it, of course.

Hawkins, Indiana - the past

“Yeah? Well, you’d know all about stupid, Harrington.”

And then you pushed off, the call of your name drowned out by the wind rushing past your ears.

It was quick, you blinked and you were already halfway down, stomach swooping as you dropped lower and lower too fast, the gravel no longer a looming, far off thing, but almost right in front of you. Some part of you registered the shout of your name, still sounding close, which would be impossible, unless-

His bike was next to yours, his cheeks pink as you risked a glance over and shouted, “What the hell are you-”

Steve swore, said your name, and then you both hit gravel. Rocks and dirt kicked up and hit your bare legs like little knives slicing through your skin that made you yelp. Your handle bars shook, your grip loosening against your will and that was all it took for the destroyer to take you out.

Something stung, something snapped, something really, really hurt, and you were blinking up at the bright blue, cloudless Summer sky, breathing hard as hot tears started to pour out over your cheeks.

“St-Steve,” you hiccupped, trying to hold in the real tears that threatened to make you start sobbing and the gravel next to you crunched as he scrambled over and you gasped for a deeper breath, “I…I think I…my ankle hurts.”

His voice was strained, heated, and tight, “I told you, look, now you’re hurt and…” he stopped though, seeing the tears on your cheeks and how your eyes went wide when they looked up at him. Bright red, and matting his hair down against his skin, a big gash on Steve’s forehead was bleeding.

“What?” He blinked at you.

Your mouth fell open, gesturing to it, “Steve, you don’t feel that? Are you okay?”

He pressed his fingers to his forehead and winced and your body filled with rage, more tears spilling out of you as you yelled.

“Why’d you come after me!”

Steve blinked at your volume, his lips pulling down in a hard frown as his own voice raised.

“You were gonna get hurt so I-”

“What, you had to get hurt too then?”

Steve shook his head, looking away from you and gingerly reaching out to prop your leg up on his thigh, bloody knuckles and shredded skin on his palms as he curled his fingers around your calf. He looked up the hill to make sure someone was getting help. He laughed, looking back at you with a cold gaze.

“Are you seriously making this a competition, right now? While your ankle is sprained or worse and my head is bleeding? Seriously?”

“Well, why the hell else would you come after me? You just couldn’t let me be the winner, right Harrington? Couldn’t let the stupid girl show you up in front of all your friends, huh?”

Steve blinked at you, gaze roaming over your face before he shook his head.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

Hawkins, Indiana - Friday

Eddie sits across from you in silence, brown eyes blinking rapidly.

“How are we doing over here?” The waitress asks, refilling your coffee mugs, eying the silent boy.

“Oh we’re fine. He’s just processing something, can I get a slice of the lemon pie?”

“Su-“

“You - can you have what?” Eddie asks, shocked. He waves his hands in the air, his head shakes from side to side, dark brown waves whipping over his face as he loudly declares with a broad gesture of his hands, “Nope. No. You did not share a milkshake with Steve Harrington!”

“Wanna say it a little louder, I think there’s a few people over in Chicago who only got ever other word!” You hiss at him, leaning forward.

Eddie laughs, scoffs, into his coffee mug but sets it down before he can even take a sip. He narrows his eyes at you and leans on his folded arms on the table. “Sweetheart, I was sort of joking last night. I thought this would be funny, maybe you’d come around to seeing he’s not as much of an asshole as you’ve convinced yourself he is, but overall, I was gonna sit back and enjoy the show of you two going at it like you always do. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with the guy and make googly eyes and play footsie at the diner!”

“First of all,” you growl, but then smile as the waitress drops off the pie. You wait till she’s out of ear shot to continue, “The only reason I was at this diner, with Steve, was because of you-“

“Details,” he waves you off, sipping his coffee with an eye roll.

“-And I’m not in love with him. I…” you trail off, fork stabbing the pie as you force out, “I hate him.”

“Okay,” Eddie nods, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes, sarcasm dripping from the word.

“I do!” You shout, then glance around and lower your voice. “I do. I hate him. I hate how he flirts with anything that giggles and smells like peaches. I hate how he drums on the counter when he has a song stuck in his head and whistles while he restocks the shelves. I hate how he always manages to have some sort of food on his chin or cheek or lips. I hate that he’s a cocky,” you cut a huge chunk of the pie with the side of your fork as you emphasize, “Stubborn,” you stab the bite, “Winning obsessed, thinks he’s never wrong, jerk.”

Your eyes close around the bite of the pie, tart lemon and sweet crust on your tongue hard to swallow because he’s right.

It’s good.

And as the sour and sweet dessert rolls over your tastebuds, you know you don’t hate him. You don’t hate how he flirts, you hate that it’s with anyone but you. You don’t hate that he drums or whistles, you hate that you don’t always know the song, and it has you wondering what he listens to - or worse, you do know the song, and of course you like it. You hate that when he gets food on his face, you just want to lick it off. You hate that because he’s just as stubborn and winning obsessed as you, you always have someone to challenge you - to make you try harder, do better.

Your eyes open to find Eddie staring at you with raised eyebrows and folded hands.

“How’s that taste of reality pie going over?”

You groan, hands over your eyes as you speak softly, “I don’t want to like him, Eddie. I don’t. I can’t.”

“You do,” Eddie corrects just as softly. He pulls at one of your hands, tugging it off of your face so he can look you in the eyes as he asks, “Why can’t you like him? A real reason this time.”

Your fork picks at the pie crust, lip worried between your teeth as you think of all the reasons you don’t like Steve.

There aren’t many - not real reasons at least.

Eddie sighs, “Look,” he waves his hands in front of him, “I’m not saying you’ve created this personal vendetta against a guy who was twelve and didn’t want to lose face in front of his friends, but,” he leans forward and shrugs, “Steve Harrington is not a twelve year old idiot anymore. And what’s he actually done that’s been so bad?”

He lets his words sink in and he taps the table after a minute, joking, “Just don’t sleep with the guy till Sunday, for me, please?”

But that’s it, isn’t it?

As Eddie heads over to the counter to pay, the reminder of the bet makes the lemon in your stomach sour, any sweetness overpowered.

Maybe it was all just a game to Steve still. Maybe your walls had been genuinely crumbling, but maybe that was just because Steve Harrington had expert precision on delivering his blows to it.

You haven’t looked him in the eye the entire shift.

It was bad enough, that when you got dropped off by Eddie, you hopped out of his van wearing a cherry red sundress and only gave a short smile to him when he said hi. A ‘fine’ when he asked how your head was.

You’d nodded as you slipped the green vest over your dress, intently listening while Robin filled you in on everything the pair accomplished all morning.

He worked harder than he has ever for Keith, so you and him wouldn’t have much to do other than deal with the late night shipment arriving.

But you found things to do.

The front window displays were cleaned, windows thoroughly scrubbed, then reset. The dollar rental bin reorganized, new movies added to fill the gaps. You dusted shelves, you filed paperwork that had already been filed. And every time he tried to ask you a question, to talk, you gave bare minimum answers, keeping your eyes off of him.

Maybe, last night, you were only wearing his sweatshirt because it was the first thing you saw, a coincidence. Maybe, you were awake when he kissed your cheek, and you really didn’t like it. Maybe…

Maybe he’s read this entire week completely wrong.

Maybe you’re really never going to give him a chance.

He swallows, restocking candy, fingers lingering on the M&M’s, desperate for comfort food, to over analyze and annoy Robin about this all night and make her tell him it’s fine. Plenty of fish in the sea. Just keep being yourself.

Steve grabs the phone and looks over at you walking down the horror aisle, checking things on a clipboard he’s already checked.

“Hey,” he calls out.

You ignore him.

He huffs as he leans onto the counter, cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear, watching you as he loudly says, “Yeah, hi, this is Steve Harrington. I’m calling in regards to my manager, maybe you know her?”

You look up at him for the first time the entire shift, frowning. He keeps going.

“Yeah, she seems to not have come into work today? This girl who won’t look me in the eyes and barely speaks to me has replaced her and I’d do anything to get the real her back, even if she’s yelling at me about her precious Red Vines.”

You roll your eyes and walk past the counter, into the back room.

Steve frowns at the open door, slamming the phone down as he does. He stomps into the semi-office-semi-break room to find you starting to run the coffee pot through a cleaning cycle.

“That’s it!” He stands with his hands on his hips as your shoulders jump. “What did I do this time?”

“What?” You spin to face him, crossing your arms over your dress, which only serves to torture him with the way it emphasizes the low cut of it.

“What do you mean what? You know what I’m talking about! You won’t look me in the eye, you won’t talk to me! Baby, what could I have possibly done in the time you were sleeping or before you got here to upset you?”

“I-“

Steve steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair, before talking loudly with his hand hitting his palm to emphasize each point, “I worked my ass off all morning to impress you, like an idiot! I-I thought, last night…” He waves his hands around, shaking the thought away as he continues to get closer, to only speak louder, “I deserve the cold shoulder most days, I get it, you hate me, for whatever reason, but after last night, I’d like to think that-“

“What you deserve, is nothing,” you scoff, taking your own step closer, skin too warm in the badly ventilated back room, skin already sticky with sweat.

“Excuse me?” He asks, incredulous.

It’s too hot back here. Your chest heaves, he watches a bead of sweat travel down your throat.

“You don’t deserve anything just because you did your job, congratulations by the way, on being a normal, functioning human being,” you add sarcastically before continuing, “And you especially don’t deserve anything because you were a little worried about me last night, Harrington!”

“A little? A little?! Honey, I’ve never been more scared in my life!” He shouts, hands gesturing to your forehead while you have the nerve to scowl harder at his words.

“Oh, I’m sure, Steve, that a cut to my forehead is the most scared you’ve ever been. It has nothing to do with the big three hundred dollar question hanging in the air does it?!”

Your bodies are close together, both of you glaring at each other as your voices only get louder. There’s a buzz in the room, a hum, like your bodies are charged, ready to strike.

“The bet?! That’s what you’re upset about? When are you going to get it in your stubborn-“

“I’m not stubborn! You’re stubborn!”

Steve scoffs, eyes looking at your lips as the tips of his shoes touch yours, “Seriously? You’re unbelievable, I…I…”

“I hate you!” You shove at his chest, blinking rapidly at how close his nose is to yours.

He yells, not that angry, “I despise you!”

“I detes-“

His lips collide with yours, swallowing the words you don’t really mean.

Steve Harrington is kissing you.

And you’re kissing him back.

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✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [brian ho x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 9.3k w. agressive language, very suggestive! e2l, fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

brian ho was considered a fairly lovable person.

he was nice enough, got good grades and was an overall decent person, according to everyone that had ever met him.

except you.

in your eyes, brian ho was nothing but a petty, rude, two-faced asshole that seemed unable to stop chasing you around to ruin everything you loved.

you had a new favorite coffee shop? that’s coincidentally his new favorite place to study!

you wore a white shirt to a party? surprise! his drink accidentally spilled on it.

you began having a crush on a guy from campus? don’t get your hopes up! they’re now the bestest of friends.

and it wasn’t like you had done anything to him, okay? you had met brian all the way back in middle school (before the bitch had followed you to college), when his family moved to your city and you were suddenly finding him absolutely everywhere you went, even at your house because your mom couldn’t help but socialize with the new neighbors.

you really did try to be friends with him at first, but instead of the shy, friendly guy everyone else saw in him, you were met with the rudest, most entitled boy that had ever stepped foot inside your house. and still, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, because maybe he had just had a rough time with the move.

if that was the case, that rough time had been going on for the last nine years.

“do we really have to go? brian is over there,” you groaned as your friend dragged you towards the group of boys by the beer pong table.

“dude, just ignore him,” chae answered, much too busy watching her boyfriend to even be annoyed by your childish dislike for the boy. “hey, baby,” she smiled as soon as euijoo’s hands wrapped around her torso, her hand immediately leaving yours.

you made a small gagging gesture and looked away, wanting to give them whatever privacy you could while being surrounded by so many people.

“don’t be bitter now, yn, it's not their fault no one wants you.”

the voice that pierced the air made your eyes roll instinctively, already feeling the hatred prickling your skin at the anticipation of the forthcoming interaction.

“no one is asking you to pay attention to me, you know,” you replied, looking up at him with an annoyed expression.

he stood there, sporting an all black outfit and the stupid smirk you had hated for almost half of your life.

“your cheap perfume doesn't let me think about anything else,” he smiled sarcastically.

“funny, because i actually got it from your mom last christmas.” you smiled back, enjoying the way his face fell for a fraction of a second. “i’ll let her know what you think though.”

your body filled with satisfaction as you watched him roll his eyes and look away. one thing about the two of you, having families that loved each other was either the best shield or the worst curse.

“i think your perfume smells pretty good,” kamden’s voice called for your attention as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, making your scowl be replaced by a flustered smile.

“good, it’s probably still on your sheets,” you retaliated, smiling at the small amused chuckle that escaped his lips. just as he opened his mouth to answer, he was rudely interrupted by none other than a very annoyed looking brian turning off the screen of his phone like he had done three times in the past minutes.

“kammy, wanna go get some drinks?”

the two friends connected their eyes for a couple seconds as if they were having a conversation through them, leading up to a sigh leaving kamden’s plum lips. “what are you drinking? i’ll bring you a refill.”

you smiled softly at the offer, feeling more satisfaction for how much it seemed to bother brian than anything else. “whatever you’re drinking is fine, kammy.”

if looks could kill, you’re sure that brian ho would’ve had you six feet under a long time ago.

it didn’t take them long to come back, the oldest handing you your drink with a smile. you watched brian open his mouth to make what was most likely another snarky remark when the door opened, the sight of whoever walked in making his words die in his mouth.

you couldn’t help but turn around curiously, a dry, astonished scoff falling off your lips the moment your eyes set on brian’s girlfriend holding hands with another guy.

you averted your gaze to him immediately, almost feeling bad by the way his face had fallen. the keyword being almost.

“oh, shit,” euijoo muttered from a couple feet away, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

“brian,” kamden spoke up, voice tentative but firm as his hand reached out to his friends, unsure of what his next actions would be.

“it’s fine,” the boy answered, moving away from the touch and turning around to face his back to whoever was looking for his reaction. “we broke up last night.”

but you knew damn well that was a lie, because you had seen him buying a huge pink teddy bear just that morning. you almost called him out, just for the sake of being a bitch like he was to you; but the sight of his lost eyes and the way his grip tightened around his cup advised you not to.

୨♡୧

days had passed since the party and by then, everyone and their mother’s had heard about the music major whose girlfriend cheated, even if the narrative of them having broken up the day prior was being pushed around by everyone that knew them.

you handn’t seen brian since then, which meant you were having a decent couple of days while he was focused on his own little scandal.

that was until a pile of notebooks was dumped on the table you were oh so diligently studying on, making your eyes raise until they met his.

“what the fuck? go get another table,” you urged, eyebrows furrowing as brian took a seat on the chair in front of you.

“aren’t you especially pissy today,” he rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

“you have that effect on me,” you scoffed, kicking his spread legs under the table where he had monopolized the entire space.

“ouch, bitch,” he groaned, kicking you back but sitting a little straighter nonetheless.

“what do you want?” you asked with a small glare, taking back your rightful leg space while making sure not to touch him.

“i have a proposal for you,” he answered, an annoying little smile taking place on his annoyingly plump lips.

“no.” you smiled sarcastically and placed your headphones back in your ears, having the full intent to ignore him until he went away.

“stop being annoying,” he said exasperatedly, taking the headphones off and taking them hostage on his side of the table. “listen to what i have to say.”

“i’ve been doing that against my will for nine years,” you glared, leaning back on your own chair.

“so it won’t kill you to do it again,” he gave you a fake sweet smile, not waiting for your answer before speaking again. “be my fake girlfriend.”

his words made you choke on your own spit, eyes widening as you watched his serious expression. “excuse me?”

he rolled his eyes as if your reaction was the ridiculous part of that interaction. “be my fake girlfriend so everyone will stop fucking talking about me like i’m some idiot.”

“you are an idiot, though,” you answered without missing a beat.

“can you be serious for like a second?” he asked, now being his turn to glare at you.

“okay, sure,” you sighed, looking at him with a confused expression. “why the fuck would i do that?”

“for the pleasure of everyone thinking someone actually wants you, for once.”

you rolled your eyes like you always did when he was around, “fuck you, you’re so annoying.”

“it’s an offer you shouldn’t refuse,” he shrugged, sitting up from his slouching position and leaning forward on the table. “but i’ll give you another option, i can pay you.”

“oh, so now you think i'm a hooker?” you scoffed, having a hard time believing the words that were coming out of your mouth.

“oh my god, no,” he sighed exasperated, taking his hand to rub his eyes “ but you’re a broke college student that has no way to fly out to see her family on the break.”

well, he was right.

his family had always been better well off than yours, so it wasn’t uncommon for brian to get more chances to see them than you did.

and your youngest brother was turning sixteen in the middle of the holidays.

“why me?” you asked with a glare, not wanting to admit he had a point.

“you’re the only person i actually hate enough to be able to do this without complicating stuff,” he shrugged.

you thought over his words for a couple seconds, trying to find a way in which they didn’t make sense.

brian watched you with a smug smile on his face, basically being able to see the cogs turning inside your head.

“that… makes sense.” you mumbled, taking your hands up to rub your eyes annoyed.

“i can see you considering it, just give in,” he pushed, still wearing that cocky smile. “you’ll get your reward.” “don’t talk to me like i’m a dog, asshole,” you glared, kicking him under the table again. you took the time he took to complain about your aggression to think about your options.

you really had no chance of seeing your family until the next break if you didn’t take him up on his offer.

with a loud sigh, you spoke up again. “i’m not paying for anything we do.”

brian perked up at that, smile widening.

“i’ll pay, but i’ll keep you on a tight leash.”

“again with the dog thing, is this a kink or something?” you asked annoyedly, causing him to roll his eyes.

“you just can’t help but be fucking annoying, can you?” he asked, exasperation laced to his voice.

“you’re the one asking me to be your girlfriend, you know,” you scoffed.

“fake girlfriend.” he clarified, making you let out a groan of annoyance.

“i don’t care, you’re trying to use me to get back at your ex,” you remarked, looking at him seriously. “who has always been a bitch, by the way.”

“don’t talk about her that way,” he defended, suddenly more serious than he had been that entire talk.

“my bad, i just thought you had gotten the hint when she cheated on you in front of a whole frat house full of people,” you lifted your hands up in surrender.

“she didn’t, we had broken up,” he muttered, his eyes travelling down to the table.

“was that before or after you gave her the pink teddy?” you dared, lifting your brow at him.

“fuck you,” he spat, looking up at him you with anger in his eyes.

“you wish,” you smiled sarcastically and stood up from where you sat, taking the last sip of your drink and gathering your things. “i’ll consider this as our first date, thanks for the coffee, honey.”

he gave you an unamused look, standing up as well. “you’re already taking too much advantage of this.”

“well, those big teddy bears are expensive, i’m sure one cup of coffee won’t dent your wallet,” you feigned a pout like you knew annoyed him.

“shut up and let's go,” he groaned, grabbing his own things. his eyes travelled to your free hand for a couple seconds, weighing his options before he let out a sigh and grabbed it, awkwardly hanging onto it. “i’m driving you home.”

“i would rather die, actually,” you spoke quickly, trying to pull your hand away until he gave it a firm squeeze.

“we’re treating this as our first official date though, aren’t we, princess?” your own words being turned against you made your blood boil, a million thoughts passing through your head before you sighed.

“i hate you,” you answered, moving your hand to intertwine your fingers. “more than i’ve ever hated anyone else.”

“then i hope you’re an incredible actress,” he gave you a sarcastic smile before moving you along with him, paying for your coffee and leading you to his car.

you got onto the passenger seat with an uncomfortable grimace on your face, immediately pulling your knees to your chest as he got inside of the car as well.

“don’t put your shoes on my seats,” brian said firmly, waiting until you reluctantly moved your feet before driving towards your apartment.

“it’s kinda stalkerish that you know my address,” you grumbled, breaking the silence that had been drowning you for a couple minutes.

“i’ve picked kamden up from here,” he scoffed, knuckles almost white as he gripped the wheel.

“ah, makes sense,” you nodded, a smile settling onto your lips at the mention of his friend.

“this arrangement means you can’t fuck him anymore, you know,” he warned, making your smile disappear in seconds.

“shit, i didn’t even think about that,” you groaned, genuinely distraught. “can we just tell him and i’ll keep it on the down low?”

“he knows,” he stated, short and straight to the point, “i asked him what he thought this morning and he knows you’re off limits.”

“off limits,” you repeated with a scoff. “what? do you own me now?”

brian acted as if he was deep in thought for a couple seconds, earning a slap on the arm before he spoke again. “i don’t, this is a mutual deal.”

“if i find out you fake cheat on me, i swear i will end you.” you stated, looking at him seriously so he would see you were not fucking around.

“i won't do that,” he rolled his eyes, “but you won’t either or you won't get paid.”

“you got rid of my fuck buddy, who do you think i’m going to fake cheat with?” you mirrored his gesture, already questioning why you had ever agreed to this ridiculous idea.

“you never know,” he shrugged as he parked in front of your driveway. “i’m picking you up in the morning for classes, so be ready at eight.”

you sighed, knowing nothing would make him back down from his decision. it was also kind of good considering you took the bus every morning.

“bye,” you said shortly, climbing out, slamming the door behind you and not looking back as you entered the building.

୨♡୧

the next morning, brian kept you waiting for fifteen minutes more than it was initially agreed. it was eight fifteen in the morning and you were already wishing you had never agreed to having to interact with him more than you already did.

you were about to call an uber when brian’s car rolled into the driveway, making your blood boil with how unfazed he looked sitting on the driver seat.

“you’re late,” you complained the moment you sat down in the car.

“and you’re ugly, nothing we can do about our flaws,” he shrugged, not even looking at you before he started driving.

“asshole,” you muttered under your breath, putting your feet above the seat again.

“put your feet down, jesus christ,” he grumbled, taking your ankles with his free hand and pushing them off of the seat.

“you’re so annoying,” you complained, simply not being able to contain how much annoyance filled your body every time he spoke or moved.

“shut up,” he snapped, his eyes still trained on the road. just before you could answer, he spoke again. “we need to agree on a backstory for this, by the way. we can’t be caught lacking.”

“sure,” you hummed, eyes moving towards the window to watch your city pass through it. “what is it?”

“i don’t know, i tried to come up with something and i just couldn’t think of any situation that could make me feel anything positive towards you.” he shrugged, once again making you roll your eyes. your mom used to say they would get stuck like that one day, but you really couldn’t help it whenever he was around.

“or maybe you’re just stupid, did that ever occur to you?” you scoffed. “it’s not that hard, we can just say we hooked up a couple times and you just couldn’t resist me.”

“you came up with that quick,” he hummed, an amused smile taking place on his lips. “how much have you been thinking about fucking me?”

you let out a dry laugh at his words, simply not believing his shamelessness. “you’re literally impossible,”

“you didn’t answer the question,” he pointed out, making you slap his arm again.

“it never even crossed my mind,” you glared, sitting back on your seat. “some of us are just actually capable of critical thinking.”

“i’m sure that’s the reason,” he nodded, his smile still not gone from his lips as he pulled into the college parking lot.

“shut up,” you got out of the car the moment you could, begrudgingly waiting for him as you leaned on the side of the car where his door was.

“don’t wanna,” he answered as he got out, throwing his bag over his shoulder. his eyes caught a sight of his ex getting out of her own car, making him let out a sigh. “oh shit, she’s right there.”

your eyes followed his, catching the way her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she noticed you were there together. “then start acting, kid,” you urged.

brian really wanted to listen, to put on his part and make her feel even half as bad as she had made him, but he was frozen. his eyes couldn’t be teared away from her until you let out an exasperated groan and took your hand to the collar of his hoodie, pulling him close enough that his attention was caught by you again.

“no one is going to believe you if you freeze when she’s around,” you said, hand still fisting the fabric.

“shut the fuck up,” he mumbled before he suddenly leaned down to press his lips against yours. you let out a small surprised gasp before kissing him back, your grip not loosening as he pushed harder, trapping you between the car and his body and kissing you like he needed it to survive.

your entire body blared with alarms and bright colored lights. you were kissing brian. out of everyone, brian.

and the worst part is that he wasn’t half bad at it.

he broke the kiss off a couple seconds after, taking a breath before moving further away from your face. “is she gone?”

your eyes darted where his ex formerly stood, now an empty spot. “yes, get away from me.” you said as you pushed him away, taking a larger distance now. “that was gross.”

“fucking disgusting,” he nodded without looking at you, setting path towards the building you both had your shared classes in.

did you already mention he also copied your major?

weird looks were exchanged by certain people in the room as they watched you and brian walk into the room together. it wasn’t that you were particularly popular individuals, but the hatred you had very loudly voiced ever since your first year had built up quite the reputation between you.

you begrudgingly sat next to him, pulling out your materials as you ignored the way your best friend and her boyfriend desperately tried to get your attention from the other side of the room.

the class passed by without any special events, and it was finally time to bid each other goodbye and go to the next class. you could see him hesitate on what to do because of the weight of your friends’ eyes.

“uhm, bye,” you waved shortly, lips pursing awkwardly.

“bye, bye,” he muttered, looking to the side where euijoo and his girlfriend pretended to be occupied saying bye to each other just to stare at you.

brian leaned in to leave an awkward peck on your lips, both of your bodies as stiff as they ever could be.

it had been so different in the morning, and your cheeks were burning with embarrassment as you cringed at the entire situation. he waved once again and turned around, which you took as your signal to leave and walk away alone.

however, your peace didn’t last long after because of your friend’s voice piercing through the silence in a scream of your name.

“wanna tell me what the fuck that was?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“brian drove me here, that's it,” you shrugged, feeling the guilt of lying to her already churning on your stomach.

“oh, so you just kissed him as a thank you,” she scoffed as if it was obvious before looking serious again. “last time i checked you would rather shoot yourself than spend time with him, so what’s going on?” she pressed, grabbing your arm to make you look at her.

the moment your eyes connected, you fumbled immediately. if kamden knew, there shouldn’t be an issue with you saying something too, right?

“we’re fake dating each other,” you blurted out, watching as her eyebrows furrowed even more.

“what?”

“he asked me to, because he doesn’t want people talking about his ex,” you sighed, honestly a little surprised that you had folded that fast. “and he told me he would fly me out to my family this break, so i accepted.”

you could see the way the cogs turned inside of her head, as if she was trying to assimilate the information you had just given her. “that’s ridiculous.”

“yep, you don’t have to tell me,” you let out a loud sigh, rubbing your eyes.

“what are you going to do if this goes south?” she asked, now a little more nervous than confused.

“kill myself,” you shrugged, earning a slap on your shoulder and a small laugh. “i’m kidding, i have no idea.” you chuckled, “i think i just have to hope for the best and deal with a couple weeks of spending time with brian.” you gagged, causing her to laugh again.

“he’s friends with ej and kamden so he’s not that bad,” she tried as you got to your class. “he’s also hot.”

“compared to a sewer rat,” you scoffed, finding a seat for both of you and settling your things there.

“sure, whatever you say,” she rolled her eyes just as the teacher came in.

୨♡୧

“let me get this straight. you two have hated each other for nine years and now you’re suddenly healed and dating because you fucked it out?” intak asked as he pointed between brian and you.

“things happen, man. we’ve been over this too many times this week,” brian shrugged, popping a fry into his mouth. you tried so hard to conceal your reaction and not show any type of annoyance at his attempt to be nonchalant.

“it’s really not that hard to understand, tak… have you ever had sex with someone you hated?” you asked, reaching over to take some fries from brian’s plate and watching he glared at you when no one was looking. being his fake girlfriend had perks, and one of them was annoying him a little extra without the consequences.

“no, but now i’m going to have to try,” intak scoffed, cleaning his hands once he finished eating. “if the pussy was so good that it got rid of nine years of hatred then it’s probably worth it.”

you choked on your food at his joke, reaching for the glass of water kamden wordlessly handed you while brian leaned in to smack the back of your friend’s head.

“don’t talk about her like that, asshole,” he defended, obviously lightheartedly as he continued eating.

you smiled and stuck your tongue out to intak as he whined, finding the situation way too amusing.

“i’m just saying,” he threw his hands up in surrender, “but like, you hang out like a normal couple and all?”

the real answer is that you didn’t. your interactions were strictly restricted to when you were in public and whenever he drove you, but you obviously couldn’t say that.

“of course,” you answered, now being the one trying to act nonchalant.

“and you both make it out alive?” he asked again, making you let out a little chuckle. it really was a valid question.

“very much so,” you nodded again, stiffening just slightly when brian’s arm surrounded your shoulders casually.

“she’s actually coming over today, right, princess?” he asked, squeezing your shoulders as he looked at you.

well, you guessed now you were.

“yeah, unfortunately,” you smiled and kissed his cheek to hide the truth in your words, ignoring how much you wanted to gag at the action.

beautifully in time, intak did it for you.

“am i really going to your house?” you asked as you and brian walked to his car, your face shrugging into a grimace at the thought.

“yeah, i think we need to post something,” he sighed, visibly annoyed. “we can’t let people realize we only see each other here.”

you let out a twin sigh, knowing he was right even though you hated the thought of having to indulge in him for longer. “i hate it here.”

“you won’t hate it as much when you’re at your brother’s birthday party,” he reminded, both surprising you with his lack of annoyance and reminding you exactly why you were doing this.

“will you be there?” you asked, laying your forehead on your knees as you had placed your feet on the seat.

“most likely, i wanted to see him anyway,” he shrugged, reminding you that you were the only member of your family he didn’t like.

“then i will still hate it,” you smiled ciniically, making him roll his eyes while he reached to push your legs off again.

his apartment was way more neat than you thought it would be. everything seemed to be clean and organized, opposing what you would’ve assumed from the boy.

“you can leave your stuff there, i’m going to take a shower,” he pointed at the couch in the living room, tossing his keys on the table. “feel free to do whatever you want as long as you don’t touch anything or remind me you’re here.”

you rolled your eyes at his words, nonetheless moving to the couch. “asshole.” if he heard you, he ignored it as he closed the bathroom door. you were doing some homework on your computer when he got out, shirtless and with his hair dripping, “would it kill you to wear some clothes?”

“yes, actually. considering this is my apartment,” he answered without looking at you, hanging his towel on a chair before throwing his body onto the opposing end of the couch.

as much as you wanted to argue, you knew he was eight.

“so, we should take pictures so you can be on your way,” he urged, making you roll your eyes again before shutting your computer.

“what are we supposed to do?” you asked with a scowl, raising an eyebrow as he patted the couch closer to him. “what?”

“firstly, you need to be closer, for once,” he sighed, waiting until you obeyed to continue speaking again. “now, take a cute picture and post it so i can repost it.”

you let out a dry laugh and grabbed your phone, wanting to get the situation over with. “it’ll be hard for the picture to be cute if you’re in it.”

“shut up,” he rolled his eyes and hooked his arm around your waist, making you grow closer to him and lay your head on his chest. “take the picture.” you let out a sigh and pointed the camera towards you, putting on your best smile and taking the picture when he leaned down to nuzzle his nose to your hair. the action made your heart skip a beat.

out of annoyance, of course.

once you were content with how they turned out, you moved away from him again.

“i'll post them now, which song do you like?” you muttered, trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling on your chest as you scrolled through the songs.

“whichever you want,” he shrugged, squirming around the couch until he got comfortable again.

“very helpful, thanks,” you mumbled, selecting a song and tagging him before setting your phone down. “and now what?”

“i’ll drive you home when the movie is over,” he said, grabbing the remote control and turning the tv on without even looking your way.

“and why am i staying for the movie?” you asked, annoyance laced in your voice.

“because half our friends have our locations and its suspicious as fuck if you post a picture and then leave,” he said as if it was obvious.

“yeah, because they’re checking our locations.” you rolled your eyes and settled against the arm of the couch. “you’re just lazy.”

“whatever.”

the first time you hung out alone with brian while being in a fake relationship, there was an approximate of 150 words were spoken, and 99.9% of them had some sort of insulting connotation.

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ever since that first time, it had become a known fact in your friend group that thursdays and mondays had been the designated days in which you and brian would retreat together to one of your apartments or to have a date outside. it was honestly awful, because being at such close proximity with him alone was a guarantee to you going absolutely insane. which was now clearly proven by the way that just two months after, you didn’t even mind it that much.

“dude, can you just fucking stop with the pen tapping?” you asked exasperatedly as you put your own pen down on the table, eyes travelling up to the where brian incessantly tapped his against the table. you really tried to ignore the way your eyes did a quick once over, staring at his messy hair for a second too long. “sorry, princess, i didn’t know you don’t have the ability to tune things out,” he rolled his eyes, not looking up to you while he kept tapping.

“i wish i did so i wouldn’t have to listen to you talk all the fucking time.” you retaliated, snatching his pen away from him, earning a confused look that looked too adorable to be worn by such an asshole.

“you’re such a child,” he mumbled, looking for another pen and resuming his work on his assignment. minutes passed until the silence was broken again. “intak asked me why he has never seen us kiss.”

his words caught your attention immediately, making you look up at him with a confused look, “and?”

“i said we’re just not too affectionate in public,” he shrugged, his eyes still focused on the paper ahead of him.

“you forgot the part about me being repulsed by the thought,” you annoyed, making him sigh and look up with an annoyed smile on his face. “and that i have ptsd from the last time.”

“sure, let’s say that,” he scoffed, cringing a little at the reminder of the awkwardness of your second kiss. “although it was awful, i have to admit.”

still, the memory also came with the feeling of how soft your lips were and how much your lip balm tasted like strawberry.

“we looked like we were made of wood, it was downright embarrassing,” you grimaced, furrowing your nose and eliciting a soft chuckle from his lips. he had been noticing that you did that a lot. “even worse because it was you.”

“we have to work through that if we want this to last until the break,” he commented, his eyes going back to his paper as he ignored the last sentence. “no one believes a couple that doesn’t kiss.”

“sure, and what are we going to do? practice?” you sarcastically asked, mocking his way of thinking and dismissing it as a joke. your words caused a spark to light up brian’s brain, and he suddenly felt much more devious than he had before. the silence that followed made you look up at him incredulously, finding him already looking at you. “you’re not being serious.”

to be completely honest, brian didn’t think he had been that serious in his entire life.

“well, i was promised top notch acting,” he began, a smirk starting to take place on his lips, “and that won’t be possible unless you stop freezing every time i touch you.”

“you’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, finding his shamelessnes astonishing. “like, actually fucking insane.”

“you know, if you could just stop cursing me out for a second, i could show you a much more fun and productive use for that big mouth of yours.” he said, nonchalantly.

your eyes widened as butterflies uncharacteristically erupted in your stomach.

“oh, you’re such a pig,” you groaned, grabbing one of the crumpled paper balls by your side and throwing it at him.

“like you haven’t kissed me before,” he laughed as he ducked, going back into his sitting position to look at you with a small smirk.

“i did and it was awful, that's the whole point,” you glared, pushing the thought of your first kiss far away inside your brain.

“the first time wasn’t.” and oh, there it was again.

“and yet only one person saw that. we clearly can’t perform under pressure.” you pushed, really trying to not let yourself even consider taking up his offer.

“i’m just saying, those things are learnt with practice,” he shrugged, sounding way too amused by your words.

“careful there, i might think you want to kiss me,” you bugged, clearly looking to annoy him. however, his unwavering smirk confused you.

“i mean, it has been a while…” he mumbled, looking at his surroundings in hopes of not sounding too eager.

“you’re actually serious about this?” you deadpanned, genuinely confused about this whole ordeal.

“i’m just saying, it will make our relationship more believable.” he put both hands up, playing the innocent role even when his smirk couldn’t be any more noticeable. he could see you cracking.

“how would we even go about that?” you asked, your voice now a little lower.

aha.

“it’s just kissing, yn, not like we need a set up,” he annoyed, trying his hardest to contain his smile and failing miserably.

“well, aren’t you a romantic,” you rolled your eyes, recoiling into your seat as he watched the tips of your ears light up.

“i can be if that’s what will make you do your job better,” he commented, thoroughly enjoying how embarrassed you looked.

he watched you look at your hands for a couple seconds, playing with one of your rings before you abruptly stood up and grabbed his wrist, making him stand up and dragging him to the couch wordlessly.

“i will only try this once,”

brian innerly cheered as he gave you a small nod, now guiding you to sit on the couch before doing the same next to you.

“hmh, sure,” he nodded, taking some of your hair away from your face as his eyes zeroed on your lips.

“and i’m imagining someone else so i don’t throw up,” you said again, a nervous tinge in your voice.

“sure, princess, whatever works,” he mumbled, far too immersed in seeing the nervousness he was making you feel to even acknowledge how annoying it was that you still had snarky comments to say. “tell me if you want me to stop.”

those were the last words muttered before his lips clashed with yours, starting off slow as he felt your body immediately tense up. he stayed still for a little, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of his lips. just as he was going to retract, your lips moved on top of his tentatively, enough to make him go back for more. the kiss started soft, slow as if you were trying to familiarize yourself with how it felt to kiss him.

that was what the practice was for, anyways.

brian was trying really hard to give you the time you needed, but when your teeth sank lightly into his bottom lip, he really couldn’t take it anymore. his hand travelled to your jaw, angling your head just like he wanted so he could press harder and deepen the kiss. surprisingly, it didn’t take much for you to kiss him back with the same intensity, your hand travelling to his chest as nipped at your bottom lip to ask for access for his tongue.

your entire body was panicking as you felt the wet muscle play with your own. the tongue that was now in your mouth belonged to the person you hated the most, and you had really never imagined that it could feel that good to kiss him.

his hand moved down your neck to your shoulder, pushing you back slowly until your back hit the mattress and his body hovered above you. his fingers made goosebumps arise on your skin as they travelled down to your waist, taking a hold of it and pressing your torso against his own. you really did try to suppress the whine that escaped you.

but the world hated you, and brian did so even more.

“still imagining someone else, princess?” he asked against your lips, hand tightening around your waist slightly.

his words made you roll your eyes. “do you know kamden by any chance?”

and just then, brian remembered that he hated you more than he had ever hated a person. even if kamden was beginning to be a close second.

“shut the fuck up,” he grumbled, not doing anything to hide his annoyance.

“make me.” you smirked, and that just got him to press a deep kiss against your lips once again, adamant to make you remember who you were practicing for.

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after that day, things started to go downhill. lines began to be blurred in the name of making your scheme more believable, hickies made your friends give you questioning looks, reasons started to feel a little unneeded for the actions between you, and worse of all, everything you did was now what both of you described as your new normal. even the word fake had been dissipating from your vocabulary as the months went on.

you still hated each other, though.

“that’s what you're wearing to a party? really?” brian asked as you climbed into his car, looking at you with fake disgust.

“kill yourself,” you gave him a sarcastic smile, hugging your knees to your chest as the soles of your shoes laid against the new seat cover adorning brian’s passenger seat.

“oh, but then who would drive you places?” he teased as he began driving, making you let out a scoff.

“the holy spirit,” you mumbled and turned to the window where the sight of the city illuminated the dark night.

“there is nothing holy about you,” he pointed out, and there was absolutely no reason for that to sound as erotic as it had. “you’re literally the devil incarnate.” there he was.

“i know you are, but what am i?” you defended, making him roll his eyes at your childish behaviour.

the rest of the drive was silent, only differing the moment you opened the door and looked around. “that’s a lot of people.”

“no one important,” he shrugged, casually throwing his arm around your shoulders as he walked into the booming party, “let’s go get drinks first, yeah?”

“i’m going to find chae, i have the jacket she wanted,” you let him know, “get me something though, please.”

“nah, get it yourself,” he said as he flicked your forehead and walked away. you didn’t know at which point you started knowing he would get you one anyways.

you found your friend along with a couple others and situated yourself on the couch with them, rapidly immersed by the conversation. the topic you were discussing swallowed your attention enough to distract you from the fact that brian never did end up giving you your drink.

at the end of the day it was still him, so you excused yourself to go get your own.

what you didn’t expect was to find him by the bar, nursing what you assumed was initially your cup while he was engrossed in a conversation with none other than his ex.

she was shamelessly flirting with him, and from the looks of it, he was not showing opposition. your blood began boiling inside of you as you entered the kitchen nonetheless, moving to make yourself something to drink without interrupting them. to say you were feeling disappointed was an understatement, because you really were falling into the trap of believing he had forgotten about the reasons as well.

“oh, yn, hi there,” the squeaky voice of the girl called out. “i didn’t know you were here.”

you turned around to face them, watching her fake smile for a few seconds before looking at brian. he wore a borderline bored expression on his face, showing no sign of noticing anything wrong with the way he was just interacting with her.

“well, we did get here together,” you answered, your smile not reaching your eyes as you watched her suppress the need to roll hers.

“oh, brian didn’t say anything about that,” she spoke, her fake smile still shining.

your eyes travelled to the man, giving him a questioning look before he shrugged. “didn’t come up.”

didn’t come up your ass.

“yeah, we were just reminiscing, you know, about our past together.” she gave you a dramatic pout before moving towards him and settling so close to him that she could easily be wrapping her arms against his torso.

he didn’t move a muscle.

oh, okay.

that’s what he was playing at.

thankfully, his game didn’t have limited players.

“oh, well, have fun!” you smiled, raising your cup at them. “i’ll go reminisce too.”

you missed the way brian’s eyebrows furrowed as you left the room, your eyes zeroing on your target as you walked up to the group.

“oh, yn, hi,” kamden smiled from his seat, “what’s up?”

“nothing much, kammy,” you smiled, also greeting the rest of the guys before referring back to him. “can i talk to you for a minute?”

he stood up without question, letting you guide him to a more secluded area before asking what it was all about.

“brian is being a bitch and i want to be a bitch back,” you explained shamelessly, grateful that he actually knew what was going on.

“what is he doing?” he asked, a tint of amusement in his voice.

“being all buddy buddy with his ex,” you replied with annoyance, almost rolling your eyes.

“and that bothers you because…?” by the way he smiled, you could just tell where he was going.

“because everyone thinks we’re dating and i refused to be humiliated, much less by her,” you excused, eyes going to the kitchen to see if you would catch anything.

“and this has nothing to do with you being jealous?” he suggested, making you look at him as if you had been personally offended.

“don’t be ridiculous, i still hate him,” you scolded, making him retract. your eyes caught sight of brian going out of the kitchen, his ex behind him like a leach as he scanned the room.

you moved your gaze towards kamden again. “sorry for using you this way, but i need you to look more or less like you want to devour me right now.”

a small chuckle fell off of kamden’s lips. “don’t worry, i have some experience with that one.”

you didn’t even have to fake how flustered he was already making you feel.

it was wrong, though. because even when you had the guy you had drooled for for so long talking to you, you knew things were different. because both of you could see a brian shaped sign on each other’s foreheads.

“hi there, what’s this?” speaking of the king of rome.

brian walked up to the conversation with an unamused expression, arms crossed on his chest. he was livid, clearly. he had counted with many things about the party, had overthought everything about the way you both had been acting with each other lately. but his best friend flirting with you was not part of any of those worries even though it apparently should have been.

“nothing, just reminiscing of our past together,” you smiled cynically.

“oh really?” the tallest guy raised his eyebrows, eyes travelling to his friend. “is that so?”

kamden threw his hands up in surrender before walking away.

traitor.

“the fuck do you have to reminisce about?” he asked once the older boy was out of earshot, now seeming more upset than before.

“many things,” you assured, giving him a tight lipped smile.

“can i know what those things are?” as you looked at him you knew it was an order, not a question.

but since when did you answer to him?

“no, bye,” you waved and turned around, ready to leave him there when he took hold of your wrist, pulling you back to him.

even when the movement was harsh, his hold was still gentle enough not to hurt.

“where do you think you’re going?” he questioned, still holding on.

“to find my friends, don’t you have to go find your ex somewhere?” you snapped, yanking your wrist away from his hand.

“that’s what this whole thing is about? you’re jealous.” he let out a dry laugh, looking as if he couldn’t believe it.

“oh god, you wish,” you scoffed, moving away from him. “i’m not the jealous one between us.”

“and you think i am?” he asked, so visibly annoyed that it was beginning to make you mad as well.

“i’m sure you aren’t, but i’m gonna go find kammy and ask him.”

and that seemed to do it for him. his hand took yours as he began to wordlessly guide you through the crowd, gunning for the door.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, letting him walk with you while you tried to figure out what would happen next.

“we’re leaving.” he spoke, finally getting to the door and pushing it open.

“i’m not leaving, we just got here,” you protested once you were out of the house, stopping in your tracks.

brian turned back to face you, giving you one last look before grabbing your jaw and smashing your lips together. you couldn’t react for a few seconds as your mind screamed at you to stop him and go back inside, to not let him in.

but your body thought differently, clearly. your hands balled up his shirt as you let him pull you closer to him, finally kissing back.

brian groaned into the kiss when he noticed your response, only separating to duck down and throw you over his shoulder in an action that took you completely by surprise.

“what the-? brian, put me down!” you exclaimed as you tapped his back and moved your legs, only halting a couple meters away when he finally put you back onto the ground.

he didn’t give you time to question him before your lips were smashed together again, his arms moving to trap you against the cold metal of what you now recognized as his car. your hands moved up to circle his neck and bring him closer to you, far too immersed in what it was to kiss him to even think of the fact that you weren’t supposed to be enjoying it.

brian took his time to explore your mouth, his right hand sneaking to your waist so that he could feel the exposed skin on his palm as he pressed closer to you. however, you both needed air to continue breathing, unfortunately. and yet, brian wasn’t one to waste time. he moved to open the door of his car and climb in, moving his seat as far back as it went and situating himself. you looked at him a little confused until he spoke again.

“your ride is here, princess,”

and god, how you hated the smug smile he sported. good thing you could replace it with your own lips.

you climbed onto his lap without any more questioning, closing the door behind you and immediately joining your lips together again. his hands found their ways to your hips as he pressed you closer, mouth moving desperately against yours. your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it slightly when he made a particularly good move. his lips left your mouth to let you breath as they began ghosting over the skin of your neck.

“god, i hate you,” you mumbled as your eyes fluttered closed again, tilting your head to give him more access there.

“good to know, pretty,” he laughed softly, lapping at your skin with his tongue and making your entire body shiver.

“i’m being serious, brian,” you scolded, at least as well as you could when your brain was fuzzy from the way his hands travelled down to cup your ass.

“i am too,” he chuckled, gently nipping at the skin where it would definitely bruise. “i know you hate me, especially when you’re jealous.”

“i’m not jealous!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly without any intent of actually admitting it.

“sure, and what was that whole show inside?” he asked with an amused smile, looking up from the crook of your shoulder.

“fuck you,” you glared, not having any means to clarify anything else that could put your pride in danger.

“will you let me?” he asked softly, giving you a mocking smile.

god, since when had he become the prettiest sight on the planet?

“there’s no practice this time,” you warmed, really trying to hide the way the tip of your ears went red.

“stopped needing that long ago, it’s time for show and tell,” he smiled before kissing you again, his hands pushing down on you enough to create friction that ripped a small whine out of your lips, falling directly into his.

if making out with you had changed him, having angry sex in his car had formed an entire new trajectory for his life.

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“morning, princess,” you heard a voice mumble as you stirred awake. you rubbed your eyes before opening them, finding the face of none other than brian ho.

“morning,” you greeted, stretching your body on the bed like a cat before settling back onto the mattress you recognized as brian’s bed. “what on earth am i doing here?”

the boy chuckled as his hand travelled to the side of your face, caressing slowly as he looked straight into your eyes. “you were pretty spent last night so we agreed to sleep here.”

you nodded as images of the night before flooded your memories, making your body shiver and your thighs press together. “spent from what? it wasn’t that great.” you teased, just enough for him to take his hand to your thigh and give it a long squeeze.

“sure, you were crying and babbling for nothing.” his words made your cheeks flare up at the mention of your previous state.

“shut the fuck up,” you complained, grabbing a pillow and smashing his face on it.

he let out a small laugh and took the pillow away, growing closer to your face. “make me.”

and so you did just as he told you, joining your lips together as if you needed them like the air to breath. minutes passed between kisses and light touches until you were once again laying between the mattress and brian’s weirdly large body while his lips worked magic on your neck.

even with how fuzzy your brain was, there was something that you couldn’t make peace with. something too real and too present to ignore even when your fear screamed at you to just shut up, enjoy, and deal with the consequences of your own actions later.

“brian?” you called out between sighs, making him hum in response as he continued marking your neck. “i still hate you.” you could feel him laugh against your skin, leaving another kiss before muttering a small, “i know, i hate you too.”

those were words that had been exchanged entirely too many times between you, yet they still felt different.

“we have to talk about this,” you pushed, setting your hands on his chest and pushing him back enough so that you could see his face.

“we have a lot of things to talk about,” he said, moving down to steal a quick, soft peck on your lips, different from any other kisses you had shared until then. “but just one of them is worth mentioning right now.”

“what is it?” you asked, not being able to contain the need to press him closer and steal more kisses from him as you enjoyed the pretty view of him on top of your body.

“this,” he mumbled, kissing you deeply once more and pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth. “is mine.”

your body shivered at the sound.

“this,” he repeated the process, this time kissing your forehead more gently. “is also mine,” he assured, now nuzzling your noses together and closing his eyes. “no more fake claims, no more flirting with other people. this is us, and it’s really fucking real.”

his words flooded your senses as you finally realized what was happening. you were right all along, with the thought of him moving right by your side, forgetting all about the stupid rumors and his dumbass ex while he grew accustomed to having you next to him, hatred and all.

“good to know,” you smiled brightly up at him, pulling him closer to stamp your lips together in another kiss.

time continued to pass while you explored each other again, simply basking in the knowledge of how real everything was.

“wait, am i still flying out during break?” you asked, sitting up from your position laying on his chest.

“god, you’re so greedy,” he teased, also sitting up enough for his eyes to be at the same level as yours. “but yes, you are. i mean, you even convinced me, so if that’s not a good job i don’t know what is.”

relief washed through your body at the answer, making you lean down to peck his forehead with a smile.

“i do have one condition, though,” he spoke again, his eyes fluttering open as his big hand traced patterns on the skin of your thigh.

“what is it?” you asked softly, your eyes travelling around his face as if you wanted to commit his features to memory.

“i get to re-introduce you to my family as my girlfriend,” he smiled, although you could see the tinge of nervousness that flashed through his eyes.

“oh, and i’m the greedy one?” you chuckled with a small laugh, pushing his chest back so you could go back to your previous position. “i guess i’ll have to make that effort and tolerate you for a couple more years.”

brian let out a laugh and sat back up abruptly, letting your body fall on the bed before his hands attacked your sides with tickles that didn’t stop until you called him the best boyfriend in the world.

one based in hate and lies sounds like the worst relationship someone could ever have. but that wasn’t your case at all. lies and hate have to learn and evolve into truths and love as a test of resilience. when they’re proven to have effectively made that transition, they bloom like the prettiest of flowers.

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