#I’m so pissed off. it’s like a game and I shouldn’t be this mad but I am. I am

[krystaldeath]

Hey so if I’m on the easiest difficulty and am a level over the enemies I think I should be able to not fail over and over and over and over again. Just a thought

[luvismenu]

> motive — pt.10 ,, index ! nsfw

. . brother's bestfriend!jungkook au . .

warnings: uh.. some confrontation, some arguing, some confessions anddd smut :)

wc: 4.8k

you’re surprised at yourself.

for how patient you’ve been with jungkook. though, patience might not be the right word. you’re furious, but let’s just call it patience for now.

“what is your motive?”

you had asked him that last night.

he still hasn’t answered.

it’s pissing you off.

because he’s not pushing you away, but he’s also pushing you away. it’s back and forth, over and over again, and you hate how confusing he is. you’re pretty sure you’ve made it clear that you want him. how many more hints does he need? like, seriously, you were naked on a call with him.

you both were.

and it was so fucking hot.

but that’s beside the point.

you’re mad. mad at his lack of communication, at how he keeps doing this.

you don’t even know what’s stopping him.

you can take a few guesses but it only makes things worse.

is it because you’re his best friend’s sister? is it because of jimin? because if it is, that’s so fucking ridiculous.

you’re not scared of your brother, and you’re pretty sure jungkook isn’t either. at least, he shouldn’t be. but if that’s what’s holding him back, you need to hear it from him.

or is it something else?

is it because he doesn’t like you enough? are you not his type? are you not hot enough?

fuck.

no. that’s not it.

if he wasn’t attracted to you, he wouldn’t be fighting this hard to resist.

you exhale sharply, staring at your phone like it holds all the answers. but it doesn't. because jungkook isn't answering, and you're stuck in your head, overthinking everything.

it shouldn't be this complicated. if he wanted you, he’d have you. if he didn’t, he’d say so. but instead, he’s stuck in between, like he’s waiting for something. or worse, like he’s hoping you’ll let this go.

and well, that's too bad for him, because you’re not the type to sit around and pretend like nothing happened.

you know what you feel towards him.

you know what he feels about you too. you’re not stupid, you can tell.

but something is stopping him, and instead of talking to you like a normal person, he’s playing this push and pull game, and you’re so fucking tired of it.

your phone vibrates, making your heart skip a beat.

is it him this time?

you check the screen. and it’s yumi.

you let out a little sigh and swipe to answer.

“hey boo, how are you holding up?”

“hey mi, i don’t know actually, i’m tired,”

“aw, well it is pretty late,”

“yeah, i’ll probably sleep soon. did you need to say something?” you ask.

“oh yeah, so, jimin’s staying at my place tonight, sooo…”

your ears perk up at that.

“at your place? what’s going on?” you ask amused, almost teasingly.

“uhhh, well…” yumi trails off, and you can immediately tell she’s hiding something.

“yumi?” you ask, already sensing she’s about to spill something.

“okok, fine! ugh, it was jungkook,” she finally admits, almost as if she’s surrendering.

you blink, totally not expecting that. “excuse me? jungkook?”

“yeah, so he and your bro were out, right?” she starts, and you nod, not that she can see you anyway.

“yeah..?” you prompt her to continue.

“and you know how easily your bro gets drunk, right?” she adds, nudging you for understanding.

“okay?” you say, still confused.

“well, jungkook dropped him off at my place, told me to take care of him because he wanted to talk to you... alone.” she pauses, and you can almost hear the excitement in her voice. “and he asked me to lie to jimin, that he was begging to be dropped off at mine, which i find super hilarious, i can totally tease your bro about it tomorrow morning!! but yeah, that’s all.”

“that’s all?” you repeat, your mind racing.

yumi chuckles nervously, clearly sensing your hesitation.

“mi, i don’t know, this might not be a good idea... i’m already mad at him.”

“oh please, aren’t you mad at him all the time?” she says as if that's totally normal.

well, to be fair, it kinda is.

“this feels different, yumi. it’s not the same.”

she sighs, clearly not taking you seriously. “whatever you say, girl. but just let him talk to you? one last chance? get your closure!!” she encourages you.

you bite your lip, staring at the screen. you know she’s right. you have to at least hear him out. because if you don't, you might lose your mind.

“fine, one last chance,” you mutter. “but if he pulls some shit again, i’m done.”

“yeah, yeah,” yumi chuckles. “hopefully he won't,”

you stare at your phone for a moment before taking a deep breath. maybe this is what you need. closure, or whatever this is between you and jungkook.

“he better not.”

it's silly, honestly. you were the one who wanted this; who wanted him to face you, to stop sneaking around, to talk to you properly.

but now that it’s actually happening, you’re fucking anxious. this is kind of scary. terrifying even.

you don’t know what he’s going to say, what he might do. how he’s going to react when you just blurt everything out and tell him you fucking love him.

fuck. that feels like too much. but you do love him, you love that stupid arrogant man.

and it scares you.

what if he doesn’t accept it? what if he just resists again, brushes it off, ignores you?

what if he’s coming here to end things?

...end things.

like there's even something to end. for fuck’s sake you’re not even dating him. there’s everything going on except what actually needs to be going on.

.

.

it doesn’t take long for jungkook to arrive. you hear the door unlock, but you don’t move to open it— he has the keys, after all. you don’t mind. jimin trusts him, and so do you.

but you’re in your room, still nervous.

where’s your confidence when you actually need it?

“___? you home?” his voice carries from the living room. there’s the sound of him kicking off his shoes, the rustling of fabric as he moves. you take a deep breath, then another, before finally stepping out.

you’re not dressed up or anything, just an oversized shirt and shorts. casual, comfortable. but jungkook? for someone who’s been out all night, he looks annoyingly good. a black button up tucked into fitted black jeans, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tattoos on full display.

well fuck.

you move toward him, keeping your expression blank. you’re mad, obviously. even if he looks like the finest man alive right now, you can’t let him off that easily. he can’t just show up and expect you to fold.

his eyes follow you, watching your every move.

“___,” he starts.

“what?” you deadpan, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed.

he takes a deep breath. “i'm here to talk.”

“oh, wow, i couldn’t tell,” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm.

he steps closer, his gaze firm. “i’m serious.”

“i hope so.” you keep your stance, unmoving.

he exhales sharply. “i’m sorry.”

you sigh. his eyes lock onto yours, and for a second, you feel yourself wavering.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t say anything last night,” he continues. “it’s just that... you’re his sister.”

your stomach twists. so you were right.

“are you kidding me?” you snap.

“no, i know this sounds stupid but,” he says, shaking his head. “___, there are things you don’t know. i can’t just... i can’t always give in.”

your frown deepens. “that sounds so ridiculous. you’re still not giving me any real explanations!”

you’re done. done with his confusing words, his back-and-forth, his hesitation.

“if you’re not going to tell me anything, then i suggest you leav—”

“i promised him, okay?” he cuts you off, his voice rough. “i promised jimin i’d never...” he exhales, running a hand through his hair.

“you’d never what?” you push, stepping closer. “never care about me?”

his jaw clenches. “i’d never cross that line. he trusted me to protect you,” he says, “not—”

he stops. hesitating.

oh god. just fucking say it.

“not what?” you demand. “not love me?”

“don’t.” his voice is tight, like a warning.

you let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “what? you don't want me to say it out loud? because it’s true, isn’t it? you love me, but you’re too scared of jimin to do anything about it.”

his expression darkens. “i told you it’s not that simple.”

“it is to me.” you hold his gaze. “you either care about me enough to fight for this, or you don’t.” your voice is clear and firm. “i asked you what your motive is, not this— whatever you’re trying to tell me right now.”

“___—”

“no, jungkook.” you shake your head, cutting him off. “no more confusing excuses. i’m done begging you to choose me. if you can’t, then just leave me alone.”

.

.

.

silence.

you sigh. something inside you aches, heavy and unshakable, a knot tightening in your throat.

you shake your head again, trying to process it. silence. again. is this it? is he really just going to stand there and say nothing? does he not care? what the hell is even going on?

“i was thinking about you,” he says suddenly, making you look up, startled. “about us.”

your breath catches.

“what about us?” you ask, voice softer now.

he steps closer, his hands finding yours. his palms are warm, his thumbs tracing slow circles against your skin.

“i don’t regret anything, okay?” his voice is gentle.

“but?” you murmur, watching him carefully. he won’t meet your eyes, staring down at your hands instead, like he’s ashamed.

“but i don’t want shit to get messy,” he admits, a slight crease forming between his brows.

you exhale. “it already is, jungkook.”

he shuts his eyes for a second, like he’s trying to steady himself. “doesn’t mean we have to make it worse, ___.”

his voice is firm when he says your name, like he’s pleading with you to understand.

“so what?” your brows knit together. “you wanna stop?”

“did i say that?” he finally looks at you, and for the first time, his gaze isn’t guarded or distant. it’s honest. it's ... warm.

your heart stutters. “then what are you saying?”

he sighs, closing the space between you completely, so close now that his forehead rests against yours. his eyes flutter shut as he murmurs,

“that i want you, but i don’t know how to fucking have you.”

your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not painful. it’s something else entirely. something heavier, something warmer. it feels like something waiting to be bridged.

because despite all the push and pull, despite all the ways he’s resisted, despite the way you’ve felt like you were constantly chasing after him, he’s right here. he’s holding your hands, he’s touching you like he doesn’t want to let go.

your lips twitch into a small smile as you close your eyes too. and you whisper,

“figure it out.”

you both open your eyes at the same time, smiling at each other. nothing's fixed, nothing’s resolved, but right now, none of that matters. all that matters is that— he wants you too.

the space between you disappears when he finally presses his lips against yours, it's soft and tender, like he’s savoring the moment. and you don’t hesitate, kissing him back instantly, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck as his arms move from your hands to your waist, pulling you against him. your bodies mold together, chests pressing, warmth spreading between the both of you.

your leg lifts instinctively, hooking around his thigh, and he grabs it without a second thought, lifting you effortlessly. a quiet moan slipping from his lips into the kiss, and you feel the way he shudders, like he’s been holding this in for far too long.

you both have.

he moves toward your bedroom as fast as possible, desperate now. he needs this. he needs you.

your hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, pulling them apart in a hurry, your lips never leaving his. the kiss is deep, hot, both of you moving in sync, mouths and tongues matching the same urgency that’s pulsing between you.

his grip shifts from your thighs to your ass, squeezing firmly as a low groan escapes his lips into the kiss. you hum in response, the sound soft and breathy despite how rushed and messy everything feels.

he pulls back just slightly, smirking. “so needy, huh?” his voice is teasing as he sets you down on the bed.

you smirk right back, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. “could say the same about you.”

he scoffs a quiet laugh, rolling his eyes before leaning down, his shirt sliding off completely. “shut up, brat.” and then he shuts you up the best way he knows how— by kissing you again.

your lips part slightly, smiling against his mouth as your foreheads rest against each other.

then you pull back slightly, just to whisper,

“i love you,”

his eyes widen slightly at the words, but you don’t give him a chance to overthink it. you press a soft kiss to his lips, then another, your voice quieter this time. “i love you, jungkook.”

is it too soon? maybe.

but you don’t care.

you’ve waited long enough for this moment, for him.

you’ve loved him through everything— his stubbornness, his attitude, the way he struggles to say the right things but always finds a way to make it up to you. every little thing about him, even the stupid things, has only made you believe in him more, trust him more. love him more. because no matter what, he always tries, and in the end, he always gets it right.

he just.. gets you.

his breath is shaky as he exhales. “oh, princess…” his voice is warm, filled with something deep and heavy.

you look up at him, searching his eyes, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. it feels warm, steady, like love despite the heat of the moment.

“i love you too,”

you melt.

completely.

so much that everything else fades away. nothing else matters— not the past, not the circumstances, just him.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead again, his lips lingering for a second. “for…” he trails off, pecking the corner of your lips. “...all the stressful shit.” he chuckles softly.

you smile a little, tilting your head. “yeah, you should be.” your teasing is light, affectionate, and he laughs against your lips before kissing you fully again.

the kiss deepens, both of you shifting, sitting up now, wrapped in each other.

he hums softly into the kiss every few seconds, and you do too, until you pull back, trailing your lips down his jaw. your kisses start light, peppering his skin softly before moving to his neck, sucking gently at first, then harder, just enough to leave a mark.

his breath catches, a quiet moan slipping out, his fingers digging into your waist.

your hands move to his belt, fingers curling around it as you whisper, “can i?”

his lips curl into a smirk, dark eyes watching you closely. “you don’t have to ask me.”

you shift together, him now sitting at the edge of the bed, his clothes coming off completely. his cock stands tall, veins prominent, the tip flushed red— just from kissing you? yes.

“want to see you too, pretty,” he murmurs, gaze trailing over you hungrily.

you tilt your head, deciding to tease. “what’s the magic word?”

he groans, rolling his eyes, but the smile on his lips betrays him. “really?”

instead of answering, you get on your knees between his legs, hands resting on his thighs. you lean in, letting your tongue flick over the tip of his cock, just once, just enough to make him shudder, before pulling back with a smug smile. “really.”

“fuck...” he exhales sharply, his head tilting back slightly before his eyes meet yours again, darker now. “please, princess?”

you bite your lip, satisfied with his reaction, before slowly peeling off your shirt, revealing your bare breasts.

he curses under his breath, his hands twitching to touch you, but he doesn't. and he notices that you make no move to take off your shorts.

“that’s all you get for now,” you say simply.

his jaw clenches. “fucking tease.”

but before he can complain further, your hand wraps around his cock, a slow stroke that makes him gasp.

“fuck…” he groans, one hand on your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin, his eyes flicker between your hand and your face, breathing heavier now.

“put it in your mouth, princess,” his voice is low, rough. “show me what you can do.”

you hum softly, running your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins with slow licks. he twitches in your grip, his breath coming out shaky, but his hands stay firm on your shoulder, his thumb pressing into your skin like he’s trying to ground himself.

you flick your tongue over the tip again, teasing, letting his precum coat your lips before you pull back just enough to watch his reaction. his brows furrow, his lips parting slightly, and his jaw clenches.

“princess,” he warns.

you smirk, squeezing him at the base. “what?” you ask, feigning innocence. “you said to show you what i can do.”

he exhales a laugh, but it turns into a groan when you finally part your lips and take him into your mouth, slow and warm, wrapping around the head before inching lower. his hand moves instantly, fingers threading through your hair, gripping— not forcing, just holding, like he needs to feel you somehow.

“fuck, just like that,” he mutters, his voice breathy, his eyes never leaving you.

you hollow your cheeks, sucking him in deeper, your tongue pressing against the underside as you bob your head, setting a slow pace. his thighs tense under your hands, his body reacting to every little movement, every flick of your tongue.

“f-fuck, so good— your mouth—” he cuts himself off with a hiss, head tipping back just slightly before his eyes snap back down to you. “look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around me.”

you hum around him, sending vibrations through his cock, and he groans lowly, his grip tightening in your hair. he doesn’t push, but he’s holding on like he’s trying not to lose himself completely.

your hands roam, one staying wrapped around the base of his cock while the other slides up his thigh, nails dragging lightly against his skin. you can feel how tense he is, how he’s trying to hold himself back, but his hips still twitch slightly, like he wants to thrust into your mouth, chase that feeling.

so you let him.

you relax your jaw and sink lower, taking him deeper, your throat tightening just enough to make him curse under his breath.

“oh, princess,” he rasps, his head falling forward now, watching you with dark, hooded eyes. “taking me so fucking well,”

your hands tighten around him, and you move faster now, your lips stretched around him, sucking, swallowing around him as his cock twitches in your mouth.

his thighs tense, his abs flex, his breathing comes quicker, harsher. his grip in your hair is tighter, and you can hear the restraint in his voice when he groans, “slow down, baby.”

but you don’t.

you glance up at him through your lashes, your pace staying steady, your tongue working against him, and his jaw locks, his nostrils flaring. he looks wrecked, completely lost in the feeling, in you.

“fuck, if you keep—” he groans, stopping himself with a sharp inhale, his hand tugging at your hair just slightly, like he needs to break the moment before he gives in completely.

you slow down, pulling off him with a small pop, blinking up at him with wide, questioning eyes. “hm?”

his chest heaves as he catches his breath, his cock still thick and heavy in your grip, coated in your spit. his fingers caress your jaw, his touch soft despite the heat in his gaze.

“get on the bed,” he mutters, voice low, fingers tracing along your jaw before sliding down your arm. “need to be inside you.”

a slow smile spreads across your lips, teasing, your thumb still brushing along the tip of his cock, feeling the warmth of him, the slight twitch beneath your touch.

“already?” you murmur, tilting your head slightly.

his grip on your chin tightens just a little, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip before slipping past, resting against your tongue. your lips part for him easily, your breath warm against his skin.

“yes,” he murmurs, “need you so fucking bad.”

his eyes stay locked on yours as you wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking lightly, making his jaw clench.

you are so fucking hot. he thinks.

the tension in the air is thick, almost unbearable, and when he finally lets go, his hands are on you instantly, guiding you back onto the bed, following close behind.

he takes his time with you, like he’s savoring every second as he peels your shorts off gently. his touch is slow, his fingertips grazing along your thighs, his hands squeezing, kneading the soft flesh as he settles between your legs.

his tattooed arm trails down, his hand sliding over your thigh, fingers ghosting over the ink there. his eyes flicker.

“so fucking pretty.”

his thumb brushes the inside of your thigh before moving between your legs, fingers pressing against your folds, already wet and warm for him.

“shit,” he breathes out, his fingers slipping through your slickness, teasing you, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make you shiver beneath him. “you’re dripping,”

“for you,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

his lips part, his eyes darkening even more, and then his fingers press in just a little, not quite entering you, just feeling, exploring.

but then, he hesitates.

his brows furrow slightly as he pulls his fingers back and you can almost see the realization flicker across his face. “i— i don't have any condoms with me,” he mutters, glancing around as if he could magically make one appear.

you reach up, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his attention back to you.

“don’t need one,” you murmur, looking into his eyes, your gaze steady.

his brows lift slightly. “what?”

your lips curl into a small, knowing smile. “i’m on the pill.”

his breathing hitches, his eyes searching yours, like he needs to be sure.

“oh, yeah?” he asks, shifting closer, positioning himself between your thighs, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing as your legs wrap around his waist. his face is inches from yours, his lips so close, his breath warm against your skin.

you nod, biting your lip, enjoying the way his eyes darken at the sight. “yeah,” you whisper, voice soft, teasing. “i’ve been on it for a few months now… because—” you lean in, brushing your lips against his, barely touching, just enough to make him shudder, “i really wanted you to fuck me raw.”

and that does it for him.

he groans, a deep, low sound from his chest, and then his lips crash against yours, claiming you in a way that feels desperate, possessive. his hands grip your hips, his body pressing against yours, heat radiating between you as he lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. “you sure?”

you nod, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. “positive.”

he exhales sharply, his hands tightening on you, and then, slowly, he pushes in.

his breath stutters as he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch. your walls flutter around him, warm and wet, and the way he sinks into you has your body arching.

“fuck—” jungkook groans, his hands gripping your hips as he bottoms out, his cock buried deep inside you. he stays still for a second, breathing heavy, eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to keep himself together.

you whimper, hands clutching his biceps, your nails digging into his skin. “s-so fucking big,” you gasp, rolling your hips slightly, needing more.

his eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, his expression wrecked with need. “fuck, baby,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your neck. “so fucking tight. squeezing me so good.”

he pulls back slowly before thrusting back in, his pace steady but deep, making you feel every inch of him.

he smirks against your skin, nipping at your collarbone.

“you like that, princess?”

you let out a shaky breath. “so good, so fucking good.”

his pace quickens, his thrusts getting rougher, deeper. the sound of skin slapping fills the room, mixed with your breathy moans and his deep groans. he grabs your thigh, lifting your leg higher to get even deeper, making you cry out.

“shit— jungkook—”

“yeah? that’s it,” he grunts, his voice low and strained. “taking me so fucking well, princess. pussy feels so good around me.”

your hands clutch his back, dragging your nails down his skin as the pleasure builds, burning through you like fire. every thrust sends a shockwave through your body, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement.

he notices, smirking breathlessly as he watches your face contort in pleasure. “gonna cum, aren’t you?” he rasps, his hand sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. he rubs slow, precise circles, just enough to push you closer to the edge. “yeah?”

you nod frantically, moaning, eyes squeezing shut. “yes— fuck, jungkook—”

he leans down, kissing you hard, his tongue licking into your mouth, swallowing your moans. “me too, princess,” he groans, his pace relentless. “wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

your body tightens, the pleasure crashing over you all at once. you cry out his name, your legs trembling as you cum around him, your walls clenching tightly around his cock.

“fuck, that’s it, princess— oh god—” he groans, his thrusts getting erratic, desperate. “gonna cum— fuck, gonna fill you up.”

you nod, whimpering, pulling him closer. “yes— yes!! fuck yes— want all of it.”

he lets out a deep, broken moan as he spills inside you, his hips jerking, burying himself as deep as he can. his breath is ragged, his body shaking slightly as he comes down.

he stays inside you for a moment, still catching his breath, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

“fuck,” he murmurs against your skin, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder. his breath is warm, heavy, still uneven as he tries to steady himself.

you’re both gasping for air, bodies tangled together, the weight of what just happened settling between you. your chest rises and falls against his, the room filled with nothing but the quiet hum of your breathing.

you close your eyes, a slow smile tugging at your lips. “so that’s how it feels,” you say, not even realizing you spoke out loud.

he huffs a quiet laugh, still catching his breath. “so that’s how it feels,” he repeats, his voice softer, almost like he’s committing the words to memory. he shifts slightly, leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss that feels different from before— slower, deeper, more passionate.

your fingers trail up his back, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. he doesn’t pull away just yet, like he wants to savor this moment, like he doesn’t want reality to slip back in too soon.

and for now, you let yourself sink into it. into him.

you love this.

you love him.

and he loves this.

he loves you.

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but are you both really ready to face everything after this?

note: trying out different ways to write, this chapter was an experiment huhaha ,, i am scared of long chapters so i tried to keep it as short as possible </3 ,,, there's more drama i fear 😨 idk what's going on w these two ngl 😭😭

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[sweetshuga]

The moon is pretty, isn’t it? ✧ CS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

bsf!chris! Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve—all the possibilities kept eating at you, until he showed up knocking on your window unannounced. [angst, smut, fluff, a sprinkle of everything]

wc. 1.1k

note. English is not my first language!

You and Chris had a falling-out.

You had accidentally laid your feelings bare during a harmless game of 'Truth or Dare'. The look on his face alone made you feel that twist in your gut, but what he said after his silence made your stomach feel like it was dropping down 10-stories.

"Are you fucking serious with me right now?" The almost mad sounding tone made your heart beat faster as you tried to backpedal, "no, Chris, that was–" he cut you off, standing up, looking pissed. "I’m going home, can’t fucking believe this shit," he stormed out before you could utter another word.

The front door slammed shut after him and you sat in silence for a while, your brain unable to comprehend what had just happened. When the realization finally dawned over you, you couldn’t help the tears from forming in your eyes nor the painful clump in your throat.

Not only did he reject you and get angry at you, he left as well. Was he that angry? Were your feelings such a bad thing? Questions swirled in your head like a broken record.

You didn’t know what to do, what to think or what to say. All you could do was sit there and cry, completely shocked with the turn of events. Some people may call you oversensitive or dramatic, but they don’t know how much it hurts—how much more painful it was than any physical injuries.

You curled up in bed, thinking about everything that you could’ve done differently, everything that would’ve been if you didn’t tell him about your stupid crush on him and everything that should’ve been – in your selfish fantasies.

𓆩♡𓆪

You had fallen asleep on your bed after crying. Feeling slightly better but your sleep was plagued by memories of his face, the way he reacted to your feelings and the words he spoke.

You were jolted awake by the sound of knocking, looking around in confusion as you sat up on your bed, only to see Chris looking at you through your window.

You nearly had a heart attack, staring back at him with wide eyes and your hand on your chest. After all, your room was on the second floor, how the fuck did he climb up?

You scurried to the window, opening it to let him in, all the previous hurt gone, replaced by pure bewilderment. His expression turned pained when he saw the dried tear streaks and red puffy eyes, "don’t look at me like that." You blinked, finally realising you’ve been staring at him with wide eyes and a gaped mouth, quickly closing your mouth as you schooled your expression.

"What was that?" Chris sighed, "what was what?" He questioned back, "how the fuck did you climb up? Better yet, why the fuck are you climbing in through the window?" He rubbed his temple, looking frustrated, "look, I knocked on your front door but you didn’t open it, just forget about me climbing in and let’s... let’s talk about—"

You cut him off with a stubborn "no" , he blinked, surprised at what he was hearing, "what?" He asked confused, making you repeat yourself, louder this time, "no." He looked at you bewildered, like he couldn’t believe he was hearing what he was hearing.

"Don’t be a brat," Chris inhaled deeply before continuing, "listen, I know I reacted a bit too dramatically and I’m sorry for that, but you have to understand how surprising it was for me," you scoffed at his words, eliciting a heavy sigh from him.

"Please, just..." His voice trailed off into another sigh, "I can’t... I mean, we shouldn’t," his voice was barely above a whisper, the uncertainty and vulnerability in his eyes caused your heart to race. "Why?" A simple question really, but the answer wasn’t so simple.

"Because..." His voice trailed off, knowing he doesn’t have a good excuse as to why they couldn’t, "because we’re friends." That made your expression harden, "right, of course Sherlock, I know." Chris groaned, "you’re not making this easier—" you cut him off, "and you’re being insensitive."

"Don’t be like that, i just..." he trailed off again, biting the side of his bottom lip nervously, he was fighting a losing battle between what he wanted and what was the better choice in his opinion. "Please..." you looked at him, "please what? What do you want me to do Chris? You know what, never mind—"

His eyes widened at your dismissive tone, realising he might lose you if he wasn’t honest, "no, no, I’ll— we’ll—fuck, let’s do it." He stammered, making you pause, "what?" He quickly added, "let’s date." You looked at him for a good minute, "what?" You asked dumbly, "let’s date," he repeated himself.

"Are you serious? You were just saying you won't and can't when i asked you just now," you raised your eyebrows, completely taken aback, to which he let out a quiet chuckle to. "I know, I just realised something, forget about it and come here," he pulled you closer, and you eagerly complied.

He hugged you tightly, "I realised I couldn’t fight it anymore, you’re too important to me, I can’t lose you no matter what," you let yourself melt in his embrace. "You serious?" You whispered into his chest, nuzzling into it, making him laugh softly. "Yeah, dead serious." You sighed, in relief and contentment.

Suddenly, he walked backwards with you still in his embrace and plopped on the bed, taking you down with him. "Hey–" he shut you up with a kiss, a soft chaste one, and you smiled into it, your heart feeling lighter and warmer.

As you deepened the kiss, his hands wandered over your body, inching down to squeeze your ass before smacking it gently. The sudden feeling made you squirm, causing you to grind on him, making him let out a small groan into the kiss.

You could feel the heat and hardness under you, the only barrier being your thin clothes, and the friction was almost too good to stop. Your hips rolled as you chased after that friction, only for Chris to hold your hips in place.

Groaning as you broke the kiss, "why?" you whined breathlessly, "I wanna feel you, can I?" He whispered, playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts. Nodding as you helped him take off your sleep shorts, followed by his sweatpants.

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Your world blurred as he fucked you senseless, you didn’t even remember how or when you got into the doggy style position. Your orgasm crashed over you for the nth time tonight, gasping as you tried to control your loud moans, your wrists were pinned on the small of your back by Chris as he pounded into you. "Fuck—so beautiful, ma."

As you two lay in each other’s embrace, content and relishing in the afterglow, you couldn’t help but make a comment about the full moon glowing brightly in the darkness of the night.

"The moon is pretty, isn’t it?" Chris chuckled softly, pulling you closer, nuzzling his face in your hair, "yeah, as pretty as my girl."

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wc. 1,183

Isa's notes. I know my fics always end with smut or something suggestive... I try to make it any other genre, i really do, but the voices— lmaoo I'm js fucking around, i just like me some smut 🎀

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

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[adelliet]

Joel Miller X f!reader

IN CONTROL

Summary: Joel comes back home really pissed, not even telling you why. You decided to tease him a bit and make him loosen up a bit, which worked, but does he deserved it?

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, strong language, dom! Reader (at the beginning), sub! Joel, handjob, fingering, mutual masturbation, eye contact sex, unprotected sex ( p i v ), lowkey aftercare

A/n: Hey! I apologize if some phrases or parts aren’t grammatically correct or don’t make sense, English isn’t my native language! <3 Anyway, enjoy!

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You sensed it the moment his foot stepped into the house. He was mad. But not the usual kind of mad—where he explodes, complains about what pissed him off, then calms down and laughs again. No, this was different.

You greeted him softly, trying to be kind, but you didn’t get an answer. Just a barely audible grunt. This is gonna be challenging.

Sitting in the kitchen, sipping your coffee, you watched as Joel stomped angrily toward the couch and threw himself onto it. He didn’t even look at you, not even a quick glance. Nothing.

“Do you want a coffee? Or tea, or something?” Your voice was gentle, sweet, coaxing him to talk, to face you.

“No.”

No? His tone was cold, sharp, almost indignant—and he didn’t even say thank you? You understood that when he was angry, he wasn’t in the mood to act all soft and sweet, but basic manners shouldn’t require any effort.

Even though it frustrated you, you refused to let it ruin your mood.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting beside him, your eyebrows furrowed as you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“Nothin’.” His response was flat, his gaze never meeting your concerned face.

You took a deep breath, trying not to snap and instead keep yourself calm. Fine. You can play this game too.

“Alrigh’, I’m gonna take a shower,” you informed him, getting up from the couch and heading straight to the bathroom. You didnt even care if he was looking at you or not. You decided to let him cool down a bit by giving him some space alone.

After your shower, you stepped out, and it didn’t take long to realize that there were no towels left. Right. You had washed them all today. Well, at least this would make Joel think about something other than his anger.

“Joel! Could you bring me a towel, please?” you called out, your voice still sweet. You hoped he heard you, because you really didn’t feel like repeating yourself.

While waiting, you spent the time grooming yourself in the mirror, tying your hair up into a cute ponytail.

Suddenly, the door opened, and there he was, a massive man standing in the doorway, completely filling the frame.

You looked up at him, smiling as you took the towel from his hands, lipsyncing a silent ‘thank you’ in return.

Joel froze for a moment, clearly stunned, his eyes locked onto your naked, wet body. He looked mesmerized, but after a second, he cleared his throat, turned around, and without a single word he left, shutting the door behind him.

You couldn’t help but grin. He wasn’t exactly subtle about the obsession he had for you. You knew he was probably replaying the image of you naked over and over again, acting like he hadn’t seen you naked a hundred times before. Still, it was cute.

After wrapping yourself in a towel, you stepped out of the bathroom, fresh and clean.

“I’m going to lie down, I’m pretty tired,” you said before heading upstairs and disappearing from Joel’s sight.

You grabbed the first shirt you could find, not so coincidentally, Joel’s dark brown one, and slipped it on before crawling into bed. You let out a content sigh. Finally, the cool sheets and the most comfortable bed in the world.

Grabbing the book you’d been reading, you picked up right where you left off. But after just a few pages, the soft creak of the door opening caught your attention.

Joel peeked through the small gap he had made, then exhaled when he saw you.

“I thought you were asleep,” he said, explaining his mysterious way of entering, before jumping into bed after you.

He looked much more relaxed now, calmer. Like he had washed all his anger away somehow, being the dear old Joel again. But you won't break that easily.

Now, it was your turn.

He was lying on his stomach, both hands reaching for your legs. His fingertips brushed against your skin before he started stroking it softly, tracing small patterns.

You ignored him.

That didn’t stop him. He let out a quiet purr and placed a soft kiss on your ankle.

Nothing.

It didn’t get a reaction out of you. Or rather, not on the outside. Inside, you were already burning with need, and if you weren’t so stubborn, you would’ve tossed that stupid book aside long ago and pounced on him like a wild cougar.

But you stuck to your statement, letting him suffer for now. With a stony expression, you kept your eyes glued to the words on the page.

Joel, however, was undeterred. His eyes stayed locked on your face as he pressed another kiss a little higher up your leg. Then another. And another.

He trailed kisses all over your skin, not leaving a single inch untouched. Your body, unfortunately, betrayed you, a quiet giggle slipped from your lips.

You felt Joel’s smirk against your skin as he continued his path upward, his lips never stopping. His other hand massaged your other leg, slow and deliberate.

He was too good at this. His hands were always so skilled, rough yet soft at the same time. A combination that never failed to make your heart race and create a waterfall between your legs.

Even though his touches tickled and distracted you, you held your ground, refusing to soften. That’s why you stopped giggling as quickly as possible and refocused on your book.

“You smell so good,” he hummed between kisses, his hands slowly trailing higher.

He skipped over the part of your body covered by his t-shirt, aiming straight for your neck, but you dodged him.

He paused, considering his next move.

“Honey, I need you,” he murmured, dazed from kissing you, before making another attempt at your neck.

You dodged him again.

“Baby, please,” he whined, dropping his head onto your stomach, looking up at you through his lashes, his eyes full of need.

Without hesitation, you covered his face with your book. A bit rude, but undeniably brilliant. “Babe,” he groaned, hugging you and lazily caressing your leg with one hand.

He was trying hard, and for a second, you almost felt sorry for him, until you remembered how he had acted when he came home.

That thought reignited your resolve, and you steeled yourself once more, unyielding as a wall.

“No,” you snapped sharply. Joel sighed, finally realizing what this was about.

“I’m sorry, honey… I didn’t mean to upset you,” he murmured, his voice like the whimper of a guilty puppy. But your expression remained the same, emotionless.

“Please,” he whined, his hand slipping under your shirt, sneaking between your lower back and the mattress. Before you could even take a breath to protest, he grabbed your ass firmly, so hard that a low murmur escaped your lips, your eyes squeezing shut.

That was your limit.

You shut your book and set it aside.

Joel’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk, thinking he had finally won you over. But he was wrong.

“You want me, Joel?” Without hesitation, he nodded.

“And do you think,” you leaned in, stopping just inches from his lips, “you deserve it?”

He completely ignored your question and went in for a kiss, but you pulled away.

“I don’t think you do,” you teased, slipping out of his grasp. You were about to climb out of bed, but before you could, his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, refusing to let go.

“Please,” he pleaded, looking devastatingly good while doing so, but you weren’t about to give in.

You yanked your arm free and walked around the bed. His eyes followed your every move, forcing him to roll onto his back while still lying down.

“If you really want me,” you mused, dragging a chair from the nearby table and placing it infront of the bed, “you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Joel’s eyes never left you. You sat down with a devilish smile, crossing your leg over the other. You both stared at each other for a moment, and Joel had no idea what you were planning.

“Take your clothes off,” you commanded, leaning back in the chair.

Joel hesitated for a second before he began undoing his shirt and pants, tossing them aside carelessly. Now he was only in his boxers, which perfectly outlined the shape of his hard dick.

Your throat filled with saliva as you sat up more comfortably, pressing your thighs together even tighter, to calm your throbbing pussy down.

You felt the heat spreading from your lower belly, slowly taking over your entire body. Your cheeks started turning red, but you still held your ground. “Take that off,” your voice wavered slightly, not as confident as before, but still carrying a hint of authority mixed with desperation.

Joel let out a deep breath, dropping his head for a moment. He shook it slightly before looking back at you, pure frustration in his eyes. Do you really want this? Do you really want to torture him like this? Yes, you do.

After realizing his pleading eyes weren’t working on you, he gave in and did exactly what you told him. He released his hard cock, that slammed against his stomach the moment he took off his shorts.

You took a deep breath, feeling the dampness between your legs seep onto Joel’s shirt, you couldn’t stop it. He was so big, every vein, every unshaven patch of him, perfect. Made just for you.

His eyes were filled with deep emptiness, as if they reflected the weight of the entire world. His brows were slightly furrowed, his forehead marked with faint lines of worry. His lips were slightly parted, yet no words came out, just a quiet, defeated breath.

His shoulders sagged, his posture slouched, as if even kneeling on the bed took too much effort. There was no spark in his gaze, only silent desperation.

The once strong, dominant, and fearless man, the one all of Jackson feared, whose mere sharp gaze sent shivers down the spine of anyone daring to hold eye contact, had been reduced to a pathetic mess, now kneeling on the bed, practically drooling over you.

He waited patiently, but it looked like it physically hurted him. He needed you, right here, right now, more than anything else.

“Touch yourself” you commanded with your chin held high and a sly look in your eyes. Joel exhaled, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “Honey, I—” You didn’t even give him a chance to resign.

“Touch. Your. Self.”

He watched you for a moment, questions racing through his mind. Was this worth it? Should he just give up and spare himself the humiliation by you like this? But for you, it was worth it.

He slowly reached to his twitching penis, shivering at his touch, his gaze never left from your body. He carefully wrapped himself with his hand, his palms hot and sweaty. He groaned quietly, as he started lazily stroking himself.

It was pure torture for him, to see you and not be able to touch you, not to taste you. Every fiber of his being ached to grab you, to feel every inch of your body under his hands, but he couldn’t. All he could do was kneeling there, helpless, as you watched him, his breathing growing faster with every passing second and so did his pace.

For a moment he had to throw his head back and focus only on the feeling, the way his hand pumped, trying to imagine your tight wet pussy wrapped around his cock, instead of his own hand.

He snapped back to the present, his eyes scanning every inch of you. But you weren’t any better off, it was just as much torture for you as it was for him.

You wanted to feel him inside you, how deep he would go, how fast and hard he would pound into you, where his hands would wander on your body. Just from these images, your bottom started to tingle and your core clenched around nothing.

You couldn't take it anymore. You slowly opened your legs, revealing your dripping pussy. Joel's eyes immediately dropped down, watching as you traced your fingers against your folds, sighing whole holding eye contact.

The tension between you was unspeakable. The atmosphere was so thick it could be slices into milion pieces.

Your hips were moving along with your fingers, your breath getting louder with every second that passed.

Joel was nearing orgasm. His head was spinning and his balls were so fucking full. His tip already leaking with pre-cum, his hand movements slippery and absent-minded. If he could just feel you, just a little taste of your wetness, he would be happier right away.

,,Fuckk…” he groaned under his nose, his jaw dropped as he tightly shutted his eyes.

You pushed one finger between your folds, stretching your walls. Biting your lip, you let out a small squeak and kept your eyes fixed on Joel, while your finger curled inside you. Your other hand joined, making a small circles around your poking, sensitive clitoris.

Joel grumbled, the urge to watch you forcing him to keep his eyes open, but the need for relief was stronger. "Darlin' I-" his body tensed, every muscle was tight before he shuddered and soiled the entire sheets with his semen.

He growled really loudly from his lungs, before he finally relaxed and lay down on his back. Seeing Joel cum right in front of you moved you way faster to your edge.

You shut your eyes, slowly throw your head back and jumped on your fingers. Your teeth sinking into your lip, making a bloody mess on them. You whimper, your eyebrows furrowed and then, it suddenly hit you. The need to pee, the sudden cold that enveloped your whole body expcept the fire in your belly. A few more pumps and you released, cumming right on your fingers. Your juice seeped onto Joel’s shirt, the one you were still wearing.

Both of you were now trying to catch your breath, still in your places—you on the chair, Joel on the bed. But he didn’t give you much time, because his eagerness and desire for you had only grown stronger, after what had just happened.

He crawled toward you, the bed squeaking beneath him, so he couldn’t exactly sneak up on you completely unnoticed. But by the time you lifted your head and realized what was happening, you were already on the bed, pinned beneath him.

He wasted no time, covering your neck with his mouth. His beard tickled and scratched at the same time, creating a deadly combination you always adored. From the way he was aggressively sucking and biting at your skin, you knew there would definitely be bruises left behind.

But you didn’t mind. It was proof that you were his.

Your fingers, still slick with your own arousal, tangled themselves in Joel’s graying, wavy hair, tugging whenever he unexpectedly bit down. Each time, a gasp escaped your lips. It was music to his ears, fueling him to continue with even more intensity.

His hands couldn’t decide where to stay, roaming your body like he was trying to memorize every inch of your soft, clean skin. Finally having the chance to touch you, to squeeze you, he took full advantage. One hand slipped under your shirt, technically his shirt, and without warning, he cupped one of your breasts, rough and desperate.

“Joel-“

You purred, arching your back as you forcefully grabbed Joel’s face and crashed your lips onto his. He moaned into the kiss, his dick hardening again, as he started playing with you nipple.

He twisted it in different ways, took it between his thumb and index finger, gently squeezing it, careful not to hurt you. As a reaction to that, your whole body arched upward against Joel’s hot body, feeling his thick penis pressing against your inner thigh.

“I’ve been craving for this all day,” his warm breath brushed against your earlobe, sending chills down your spine. His hand never stopped teasing your nipple, while his other hand was planted firmly on the bed to keep his balance.

Despite how much he was teasing you, you gathered your strength and decided that tonight, he wouldn’t be the one in control. With a swift move, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back, leaving him breathless and completely caught off guard.

“Woah, someone is-” Before he could finish his sentence while grinning devilishly, you interrupted him with a passionate kiss. He quickly responded, holding your head with his massive hand, his palm covering almost your entire scalp, while his other hand firmly gripped your hip, pulling you closer.

“I don’t think you earned the permission to control me tonight,” you whisper, your eyes full of hunger, your voice seductive and sly, while your lips, swollen from kissing Joel, are still pressed against his.

Your tongues were fighting against each other, lazily, even though no one really wanted to win. Your salivas mixes together, creating the most tastefull liquid, that both of you couldn't get enough.

The room was filled with both of your moans, that dissapeard into each other kisses.

Your ass, slowly, frantically, critically rubbing against Joel’s thick cock. You had to feel something, you yearn to feel him. Your chafing grew more intense, quicker and relentless, forcing Joel to stop kissing you and grunt through his clenched teeth.

“Fuck honey,” he sounds rough and hopeless, his eyes making it obvious, that he needs to be fucked, badly.

You adore his miserable face, his trembling hands gripped on your hips, their frantic pressure forcing you to stop moving and finally sink into him. His eyes sparkled with something you couldn't quite name, but it radiated desire, lust, and something much darker. Something like hunger and the thrill of the hunt.

For a moment, your fingers traced over his rough stubble, gently scratching him, before you decided to act. Your gaze dropped beneath you, as you adjusted yourself to drop yourself, without any unpleasant difficulty.

You wrapped his dick in your palm, not too hard but not to soft, making him gasp a little, before his tip touched your wet folds and steadily slipping between them. Finally, it felt so heavenly good to finally be filled, but he also make you remember how fucking big he is, that every time you doubt about making it fit.

And every time, he makes sure it does.

His eagerness refused to let him wait patiently, forcing him to lift his hips and push deeper into you, speeding up the process. Your eyes widened, a soft whimper escaping your lips, a breathless echo of his name.

“J-joel-“

You had to drop your palms against his hairy chest for some balance, claiming his veiny penis in. You bit your lip, trying to keep the moans inside but still, some of your cries slipped out.

Joel's jaw dropped while keep stretching your tenuous walls, until your pussy met his base, not leaving space for anything else. Despite your doubts, Joel proved to you, once again, that it fit.

It was all too much, and you didn't even start. The way you were so full of him, your wetness dropping on his cock, stopping on his balls, that longed to be emptied already.

You both waited, there was no hurry, no preassure, but you were both so aroused, that you couldn't wait any longer. When you got used to his length, you started, with Joel's help, moving smoothly back and forth. Initially slowly, to warm up, so that your persistent pulsating core would stop, but now, you were just tightly gripping Joel.

You listlessly threw your head back and closed your eyes, focusing all your attention only on Joel's cock, that was unintentionally rubbing against your weak walls.

"Mhm yeah, that's it," Joel growled, his eyes glued to you. He watched your every move, every twitch in your face, every shiver, he memorized it all, so during moments alone, he could remember this, remember you.

You were careful, slow and deliberate, but you enjoyed every moment you felt his tip twitch inside you. Your gaze met his, the weight of the eye contact was incalculable. It was so intimate, so romantic, so pleasurable. But you wanted more. You needed more.

Your ass begun to move faster, Joel's hands slid to your fat halves and gently slapped them, making you squeak. His playful slap gave you energy to speed up your pace. You used all your leg muscles to ride him, feeling his cock caressing your silk insides and poking your cervix from time to time.

“Jesus Christ baby,” he sigh, finally give in and drop his head onto the mattress. Your senses were evaporating away, the unyielding urge to take him deeper tickles your brain. Your body instinctively, out of necessity, began gently changing the direction, moving up and down and damn, this position will take you both to the grave.

Your gasps grew more ragged, the wet slapping sounds echoing around you, locking you into an invisible cage.

The heat between your legs was burning and you felt your muscles losing its strength, your lungs having lack of oxygen. Joel noticed it immediately, grabbing your ass firmly and making you jump on him, uncontrollably, rhythmlessly but damn hard.

He pulled himself fully out of you, before he firmly thrust into you with his full strength. Every time he sat you down, your throat automatically let out a wheezing breath, your breasts shift with gravity, just like your already tousled ponytail.

Joel clenched his jaw, still holding your weight, helping both of you reach your orgasm. The air around you both feels thick with anticipation, each breath syncing with the rhythm of your movements. The soft slapping sound of skin against skin fills the space, adding to the sensuality of the moment. The warmth of his body against yours, mixed with the heat from the room, creates a charged, almost intoxicating atmosphere.

It’s a heady blend of desire, closeness, and something deeper, making everything feel intimate and undeniably sexy. The way your bodies move together, the soft sighs and gasps, only heightens the intensity, making each second feel drawn out yet impossibly perfect.

Joel feels every movement, his body tense beneath the pressure as he holds you steady, his grip firm yet careful. His mind is a blur of sensation and restraint, every exhale heavy as he drinks in the sight of you, your skin, the way you move, the warmth between you both. The air is thick, heated, filled with the quiet sounds of breath and the rhythm you’ve fallen into together.

You feel his hands grounding you, his touch sparking waves of pleasure, yet there’s something else beneath it. Something softer, something unexpected. Every motion pulls you deeper into the moment, where instinct and connection intertwine.

It’s intoxicating, the way your body responds to his, the way every shift and sigh draws you closer. You feel strong yet vulnerable all at once, lost in the wild rhythm you’ve created.

“Mhm you're so fucking tight baby~” Joel groan, squeezing your ass, his nostrils flared with every thrust, his brows furrowed as he bit down hard on his lip, trying not to cry out your name across the bedroom, not wanting to seem weak.

The tension builds between you both, every movement pushing you closer to the edge. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin as his breath turns ragged, each thrust becoming more desperate, more precise. Your body trembles, heat coiling tight in your core, every nerve alight with sensation.

“Joel, oh god,”

You feel it before it happens. That dizzying moment of surrender, where pleasure overtakes everything else. Your gasp catches in your throat, your body tightening around him as a wave of ecstasy crashes through you, leaving you weightless, breathless, completely undone.

Joel follows right after, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as his body shudders against yours, lost in his own release. His hands hold you still, as if grounding himself in the moment, in you.

The world fades into nothing but heat, heavy breaths, the air between you thick with satisfaction and something unspoken, something deeper.

You collapsed dazedly onto Joel, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as you buried your face into his neck. You were both quiet, trying to catch your breath and let the moment settle. The whole room smelled like sex, even Joel, even you.

After a few minutes, Joel regained his strength, lifted his head, and realized he was still inside you. With a sigh, he let his head fall back onto the pillow, staring at the ceiling for a moment.

“You were in control until now.”

His voice was rough, wrecked, hoarse from restraint, yet thick with the remnants of pleasure. Slowly, he pulled himself out of you, a low growl rumbling in his throat as you let out a tired sigh, a deep sense of emptiness settling in.

“Let me take care of you now.”

You could listen to him for hours, lost in the gravelly warmth of his bedroom voice. The last thing you wanted was to leave the bed, but Joel had other plans. He wasn’t about to let you stay like this, not when a mix of him and you was still slipping from between your thighs.

Noticing your exhaustion, he carefully scooped you up, holding you against his chest like you were something delicate, something precious. Your limbs felt heavy, spent, but his warmth made it easy to sink into him as he carried you to the bathroom.

“Shall we take another shower?” Joel asked, and you just let out an annoyed purr, resting your head against his chest. You felt the slight tremor in his body as he chuckled softly.

“You’ll rest after, I promise.” He pressed a gentle, reassuring kiss to your forehead before carrying you both into the bathroom.

[lewistoferrari]

kyle seducing the cold detached woman who's levels above his station 😔

yeah so i wrote way too much

want

pairing: kyle garrick x fem!reader cw: third person pov, hints to childhood trauma, therapy is mentioned, smut

it doesn’t help that he has a big fat crush on her. and she knows this, but couldn’t give two fucks.

kyle has never had to work this hard to get someone into his bed. he’d barely turn on the charm and would still have them dropping their panties. but this woman in particular, she made him realize it wasn’t going to be easy and he’d have to work for it.

kyle starts giving her flowers with cute little notes attached and she just chucks them into the trash because, “i don’t like roses, garrick. stop sending me flowers.”

kyle does not listen to her at all though. every bouquet he buys gets thrown away, much to his dismay. she’ll never tell him this, but one day she ended up giving a vase of flowers to one of her girlfriends because they were far too pretty to be in someone’s trash bin. eventually, kyle stops sending flowers and steps his game up.

he starts leaving chocolate on her desk, her favorite brands at that. it’s the fancy and expensive kind too.

at first, the chocolate just sits on her desk untouched. she would rather eat a jean jacket than to admit she finds it kind of cute that kyle refuses to give up. her icy exterior begins to dissolve a little when he starts popping up with snacks, jumbo crossword puzzles, and books for her to read.

“i’m still not entertaining whatever you think is going to happen between us, garrick. keep your delusions to yourself,” she says flatly, but thanks him and accepts his gifts anyway.

kyle just laughs and says, “we’ll see.”

his response bothers her for the rest of the day and she can’t figure out why.

her heart softens even more when her birthday arrives and she’s stuck in her office doing paperwork. she’s absolutely miserable about it, until kyle knocks on her door, her words getting stuck in her throat when she sees the cake and balloons he has for her.

“why would you do all of this!?” she asks hotly, once she’s regained her composure. she doesn’t even know why she’s so upset with him in the first place. he’s just being nice.

“because you deserve it, and you shouldn’t have to spend your birthday alone.”

she wants to rage at him some more. she wants to throw him out and tell him to never come back because somehow he’s managed to worm his way into her heart. she wants to kick him in his shin for making her fall for him. but because she can’t bring herself to do any of that, she lets him stay to sing happy birthday to her.

and if kyle’s visits become more frequent after that, she can’t find it in herself to complain. his presence makes her happy.

kyle can be a very persistent man when he needs to be, but he chooses to believe she’ll change her mind about him eventually. she’s been opening up to him more, and he considers that progress.

he remembers the first time he met her. she was a pretty thing with a no nonsense attitude. he knew he was down bad for this woman when he’d come to her defense whenever he heard people calling her a bitch around base.

and today was no different. she was well aware of the names people called her, but she really didn’t give a shit. “it doesn’t hurt me,” she says to kyle, who’s currently holding a recruit by the collar of his shirt.

he’d been within earshot of the little bastard addressing his soon to be sweetheart by several unpleasant names that made his blood boil.

kyle is more than pissed off, especially after she orders him to let the young recruit go. “you hear the names they call you, the things they say. and yet you do fuck all about it,” he snaps before sighing. he’s not mad at her though. he’s just a little frustrated because she won’t so anything about it. he refuses to believe that nothing bothers her.

she stares at kyle in shock. he’s never spoken to her like this before, and she doesn’t like it one bit. so she tells him to get out.

but unfortunately for her, kyle doesn’t budge. “nah,” he says, before taking a seat on the chair in front of her desk. “i think i’ll sit here a little longer. you can finish your work, i won’t bother you.”

she just huffs at him, then picks her pen up and resumes her work.

when she’s done, kyle is still there. he has his earbuds in and he’s laughing quietly at something on his phone. she just knows he’s on tiktok. probably watching some video about a cat. when she finds herself staring too hard and enjoying his laughter just a bit too much, she nudges him under the desk with her foot.

kyle pulls his earbuds out and sits up straight. “you finished, love?”

love?

it’s the first time he’s called her that, and it wrecks her a little bit. i don’t deserve him, she thinks to herself.

she just nods silently in response to his question, not trusting herself to speak and only doing so when kyle offers to walk her to her quarters. if he’s surprised when she says yes, he doesn’t show it. he just ushers her out of the office and down the hallway.

when they arrive at her door, she thanks him. kyle just waves her off and says, “anything for you, sweetheart.”

“stop calling me that,” she huffs. “and stop doing whatever this is.”

she watches as kyle’s brows furrow in confusion. “what is it that you think i’m doing?”

“if you wanted to get into my pants, you could have just asked.” she actually laughs when kyle stares at her in surprise. “and don’t act so shocked, garrick. i’ve known what you wanted since day one.”

“do you?” kyle asks as he steps into her space, watching in amusement as she fumbles to come up with an answer. he knew she would have told him to fuck off when they first met. “if you think sex is all i want, then you’re wrong. i want you.”

she’ll lie about it for the rest of her life if anyone ever asks her how she responded to kyle’s statement. instead of tearing him apart with her words, she gets a little teary eyed, much to her embarrassment.

“you shouldn’t want me,” she whimpers. “i haven’t been very nice to you.”

kyle just shrugs and lets her know that he likes a challenge every now and then. he doesn’t let her respond. he bids her goodnight with a kiss on her forehead, then gently shoves her into her room.

kyle walks her to her room again the next evening, and this time, he bullies her into inviting him in. she almost had a fit when he climbed into her bed and demanded she cuddle with him. at first, the word no was at the tip of her tongue, but then the intrusive thoughts won that round.

she’d struggled with how intimate it was to have kyle’s arms around her, not wanting him to touch her because she knew it would shatter the walls she’d carefully built over the years. he took one look at her and told her to stop fighting her feelings. she’d almost snapped at him, until she saw the look in his eyes. she’d hurt him and herself if she told him no. so she surrendered herself to him completely.

“it’s just for tonight, you can go back to hating me tomorrow.”

her heart breaks when kyle says it so casually, as if he’s trying not to make it a big thing, when it absolutely is.

she’s never hated kyle a day in her life. she just doesn’t understand why he wants to be with someone as cold as her? why would he want to be with a woman who was so damn traumatized, she thought everyone who approached her had some ulterior motive. having an unpleasant childhood and learning not to trust anyone would do that to a person.

during a session, she spoke to her therapist about kyle. she even told the other woman about the gifts he gave her. he won’t leave me alone, she had complained.

have you asked him to leave you be?

well, no. but—

think about why that is.

she’d almost quit therapy that day. she didn’t want to think about kyle and the way he made her feel.

after the life she’d lived, she promised to never let anyone get close enough to see how vulnerable she could be. she was convinced they would just take advantage. so she hardened her heart and became more frigid as the years went by. sometimes when she looked in the mirror, she didn’t see an ounce of her past self.

“you’re tense.”

her body gives a little surprised jolt at the sound of kyle’s voice. “i’m sorry,” she mumbles, while trying to relax in his arms.

“what’s on your mind?” kyle asks, before pressing a kiss to her forehead and stroking a hand down her back.

she shrugs and tells him not to worry about it, even though she knows it’s already too late for that.

“don’t do that. there’s something bothering you, sweetheart.”

she sighs softly, before lifting her head off his chest. “you’re right, but i don’t want to talk about it right now. just hold me please.”

and it’s truly a blur after that, not knowing how she ended up on her back with kyle’s fingers intertwined with hers and his cock buried deep in her pussy. he’s already syphoned one orgasm out of her with his tongue, and now he wants to have her creaming around his cock this time.

she’s not sure what she’s gotten herself into. because when kyle gives her the filthiest grind against her pussy, his leaking cock pressing up against her g-spot, her eyes roll so far back into her head, she’s surprised they don’t get stuck. a pleasure filled sob spills from her lips when kyle does it again and again until she’s clawing at his back and wailing so loud, he has to quickly smother her cries with his mouth.

he knows she’ll probably never live it down if someone walks by the room and hears how loud she can be when she’s getting fucked within an inch of her life.

kyle actually has the audacity to pause mid thrust to say, “damn, i didn’t know you could sing like that.”

he laughs when she gives him a whiny shut up and fuck me please. he watches the way her scowl disappears when he pulls out, then bullies his cock back into her drooling pussy.

“fuck, pussy’s so tight and wet around my dick, just gushing,” kyle hisses out with a roll of his hips, eyes almost crossing when she tightens around his cock. “you’re gonna strangle me to death. christ.”

“i’m sorry,” she manages to choke out through the overwhelming sensation of his cock hitting her sweet spot repeatedly. she was in fucking heaven.

“don’t be. you’re doin’ so good for me, sweetheart,” kyle croons in her ear. “you’re takin’ me so well. gonna have you fallin’ apart on this dick every night.”

“please.” his words are entirely too much for her handle.

“please what?” kyle coos, as his cock drags against her spongy walls. “gonna see how good you’ll be when i stretch that ass out with my fingers first, and then on my cock.”

the cry she emits when her senses white out completely and all she can feel is the sheer pleasure of her orgasm, is loud enough to be heard out in the hallway.

kyle doesn’t slow down when he tells her to give him one more. she wants to call him greedy, but she’s too busy moaning and writhing underneath him while he rubs her clit in sync with his thrusts. when she cums again, kyle is filling her pussy up to the brim with his seed and moaning her name.

kyle has to force her out of bed after he suggests they shower and change the sheets. she whines about being tired, but lets him guide her to the bathroom anyway.

she spirals a little when she’s sure she kyle is sleeping. she doesn’t want him to hear her weeping. and the second a pitiful whimper escapes her mouth, she’s out of the bed and locking herself in the bathroom, where she can cry freely.

she tries to avoids kyle after that, but he’s not having it.

he won’t let her run from this. when she tries to deny it, he calls her out on it and lets her know that they’ll be having a lengthy discussion when he gets back. “my teammates and i are leaving base. gotta put an end to some shit none of us want to deal with, and i’m not sure when i’ll be back, sweetheart.”

during the three months that kyle is gone, she’s missing him more than she thought she would. phone calls and video calls aren’t enough anymore. he tries to soothe her by telling her he’ll be seeing her soon, but she cries anyway.

it’s only then that she comes to a startling realization.

she finally tells her therapist what she’s been wanting to tell kyle for weeks.

i think i love him. no, i know i love him.

when she sees kyle again, she launches herself at him immediately, much to everyone’s surprise, because since when was kyle dating anyone.

soap, price, and ghost can’t help but to stare at her and kyle in wonder. she’s clutching at kyle, while crying her eyes out and telling him how much she loves him and how much she misses him. eyebrows raise when she drags him into a kiss that’s damn near pornographic.

kyle beams at her when he pulls away from the kiss, before he pulls her in for a soft peck and a hug that leaves her a little breathless.

and leave it up to him to ruin the moment when he says, “so, about that talk.”

she just groans and lets him drag her across the tarmac.

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a/n: thank you for sending this message and i hope you enjoy.

[flemingsfreckles]

I Hate You (18+)

Jessie Fleming x USWNT!Reader

Preview: Jessie is pissed off after Canada loses again to the US, she ends up finding stress relief in the opposing teams captain.

Warnings: where do I even start… hate-sex, oral sex (r receiving and giving), strap on sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), tit sucking, marking (hickeys and scratching) face sitting, finger sucking, edging, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, some restraining, minor choking, rough sex, cursing

WC: 4.8k words of horniness

A/N: 🫣 I was having a lot of feelings after the she believes match, don’t mind me

“God you’re so fucking annoying, you lost get over it!” You yelled at Jessie. You both had found yourself in the hallway after the She Believes Cup Final. Well, you had followed her down the hallway, wanting to tease her about your victory. When she saw you following her she had told you off, telling you to leave her be.

You had always disliked each other. You and the Canadian midfielder had always ended up playing for rival teams. She played for Canada, you played for the US, she played for UCLA, you played for UNC, she played for Chelsea, you played for Arsenal. The dislike of each other had turned into hatred as you both were named to be new captains of your National teams within days of each other.

You had the same attitude during and after the Gold Cup Semifinal, and naturally you were a dick to her after you had come away victorious, you made a comment or two when you went to shake hands with her.

So when the She Believes Final lead the two of you to be facing off again, you were at each other's throats. You both had fouled each other a couple times in the game, constantly going hard into her and she’d return the favor. You both had been shown yellows and been warned for the language you were using toward each other.

“I’m annoying? You’re annoying, I can’t stand you. With your attitude, walking around like you’re better than everyone.” She throws her hands up.

“No need to be mad Jessie, we’re just better than you. Specifically I’m better.” You snap your own captain's armband in her direction.

“Remind me again what legitimate international trophies you contributed to? A 4 team tournament is meaningless. Last time I checked one of us has a gold and bronze medal, you have what? A bronze that your teammates won for you? And your teammates have World Cup titles, but you weren’t good enough back then to be on those teams were you? You were only good enough to be on the first ever US team to lose round 16!” Jessie was sick of you, sick of how you acted, how you treated her and her other teammates, she had finally snapped.

“Fuck you!” You spit back at her, not appreciating her personal attack. “I was injured in 2019 you asshole.”

“You’re so cocky and yet have nothing to back it up, so fuck you too.”

“I bet you wish you could Fleming. But I’m probably better than you in that regard too!”

Her eyes squint at you before she’s lunging at you, for a second you think she’s about to take out her anger with a punch. Instead her hands find your hips, slamming you hard against the cool brick wall. For a moment the wind is knocked from your lungs and you have to take a deep breath. You really had never seen Jessie get this mad, she had some choice words here and there on the pitch but usually once final time hit she was level headed. She had never insulted you or yelled at you. Yet here she was, her strong arms pinning you hard against the wall.

Something about her change in demeanor was making your stomach buzz. The way she was staring at you was so intense. You shouldn’t be wanting her like this but you were. She leaned into you slightly, her eyes looking at your lips before she closed them. You close yours tilting your chin up to meet hers. That’s when you hear her let out a laugh.

“Oh look at that, you wanted me to kiss you, that’s so cute. Is it cute or embarrassing?” She cocks her head at you. Jessie’s tone is so degrading that you can tell your blushing, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. You couldn’t believe her behavior, you were usually the meaner of the two of you. She was acting like a completely different person.

“Don’t think this changes anything, I still can’t fucking stand you. But maybe I’ll like you a little bit better bent over.” She whispers in your ear before she releases you from her grasp and turns to leave.

“Room 338, if you want to prove how much better you truly are and put your money where that bratty mouth is.” She says, not even turning back to look at you as she opens the door to the Canada dressing room. The US and Canadian teams were staying in the same hotel, you had passed numerous of their players on the way to and from your room. Getting stuck riding the elevator with them a couple times as well.

With that offer you quickly ran to the locker room, the rest of your teammates already well into their celebrations. You just head to your locker, stripping off your uniform, ignoring your teammates trying to hand you beers, waving them off politely.

“What are you doing? Going home so early?” Sam Coffey slapped a hand across your back, giving you a shake. It was clear the team had already started on the drinking while you were busy yelling in the hallway with Jessie.

“Oh I’m just not feeling great, I’m going to head back to the hotel. Spend some time in bed.” Conveniently you had experienced a migraine a few days before, making your story more believable.

“Damn, alright, get some good rest, I’ll let everyone else know.” She pats your back and turns around singing along to whatever song was being blasted through the speaker.

Without saying another word to anyone, you slip out the locker room door and throw up your hood and start walking in the direction of the hotel, it wasn’t far and you didn’t feel like getting in an Uber.

You’re not sure if you should change or shower before going to Jessie’s room, but thinking back to how she had you against the wall was enough to send a tingle down your spine and had you pressing the elevator button for floor 3 instead of floor 4.

Jessie opens the door almost immediately after you knock and your mouth falls agape. She had answered in just her red biker shorts and black sports bra, the rest of her skin already on display.

“No roommate?” You say peering around her into the room.

“I told her I needed privacy for some captain stuff. Which technically isn’t a lie, we’re both captains.”

You just nod. You didn’t care what she said to her roommate as long as you weren’t going to get walked in on. The door closes behind you as you step into Jessie’s room. Quickly you find yourself against the wall for the second time, being pinned by the Canadian. The only difference is this time her whole body is pressed against yours and her lips are not just teasing you. Her mouth is rough against yours. She tastes like sweat and Gatorade. Skipping regular kissing, Jessie is already opening her mouth against yours, her tongue between your lips.

You return the favor, your tongue grazing hers. You quickly realize you have little to no control here, Jessie was easily taking the dominant position and while you weren’t too opposed, you felt the need to prove her otherwise. You shift your legs, moving one to slot between Jessie’s, placing some force against the apex of the legs. You feel her grind down slightly onto your thigh, giving herself a minor relief from the ache between her legs. As she ground down you took the opportunity to push Jessie back, she stumbled for a step before your hands found her waist, both steadying her but also grabbing her to move her to the bed.

“Lay down.” You say when she sits on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You hated being told what to do as well, but you hated Jessie choosing not to listen even more. Having enough of her mouth, you place your hands on her shoulders shoving her down into the mattress.

“If you’re not going to listen, I’ll do it for you.” You say as your hands hold firm on her shoulders, keeping her on the mattress. She tried to sit up for a second, pushing against your hands before she gives up, relaxing into the bed. Your face is inches above hers. She rolls her eyes at you, which just pisses you off more.

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.” You spit back before leaning down to connect your lips again.

Your hand wanders down to m the elastic of her sports bra, pulling it out slightly before letting it snap back on her skin, leaving Jessie whimpering. You repeat the action a few more times, liking the way she would squirm when you held the band away from her, knowing the snap of the elastic against her skin was coming. You liked the pretty noises she made against your lips when you released the band and it smacked her already red and tender skin.

Having enough of your teasing, Jessie’s hands found their way to the bottom of her bra, she pulled it up releasing her breasts. You couldn’t help but pull back from the kiss to look at her chest. Moving your hands to cup both of her tits, your thumbs find her already pebbled nipples, rubbing over them quickly. Jessie arches into your touch. You move your mouth down to capture one nipple between your lips, sucking hard. You then move to leave harsh kisses on both of her tits.

When you have had enough of giving her pleasure, you move your mouth to her neck. You find where her neck meets her collarbone and you start to suck, hard. Her hand flies up to the back of your neck, pulling gently on the hair at the base of your head.

“Fuck, don’t leave a mark.”

Taking you lips off of her skin for a moment you let out a grunt, “What? Too scared your teammates will find out you let me take control of you?”

“Fine leave marks I don’t care, but I get to leave them on you too.” She huffs. You weren’t opposed to the idea, you secretly loved being marked up, the constant reminder of your escapades when you would change or shower. You’d just have to face your teammates knowing you let the Canadian fuck you. They’d also know you lied about feeling sick to go fuck her.

Your lips meet Jessie’s in an aggressive kiss, you pinch her bottom lip between your teeth and pull hard on it while you grab the back of her thighs to move her to the middle of the bed. The older girl lets out a mix between a moan and a squeal as you move her. You place her down and your hands trail up to the top of her biker shorts.

“I’m going to take those off, okay?” Sure you couldn’t stand the girl but you were still going to ask before you stripped her last layer of clothing off. You were an ass but you had your limits.

“Do it.” Jessie lifts her hips to let you slide the tight material down, tossing them across the room.

You grabbed at her inner thighs, giving them a tight squeeze, your nails digging into her skin, leaving small marks. You push her legs open and back, putting her pussy on display to you. You could see she was already wet. The sight of her had you licking your lips.

“For a captain you’re really letting me push you around right now.” You say not looking up from where your eyes were fixated between her legs.

“Shut the fuck up.” She glares at you.

“Make me!” You tease back expecting her to kiss you to shut you up.

Jessie took your challenge literally and in a different direction, she closed her legs, your hands falling from her legs and she pushed you so now you were flat on your back with her holding you to the bed. “I can do that.”

She starts to straddle you, her thighs resting on either side of your stomach. For a second her core brushes against your navel and a small string of arousal connects the two of you. She doesn’t stay on your waist long, she keeps moving upward. That’s when you realize exactly what she's doing. She was moving to sit on your face. She was going to shut you up by sitting on your face.

She pauses when her knees settle on either side of your head. You can smell her, you try to lift your head, your tongue out, reaching to taste her. Her hand comes down on your forehead pushing you gently back to the bed. “No.” She shakes her head at you. Looking up at her had your head spinning, you may hate the girl but fuck she was hot, the way she was looking down at you and her perfect body was hovering above you.

Giving in to what you wanted, but on her terms Jessie lowered herself over your mouth and your senses are immediately filled with the taste, smell, and feeling of her pussy. Your tongue runs all over her, from her entrance to her clit and back, getting familiar with her. Jessie is letting out soft moans, music to your ears. Her hips grind down harder into you when your tongue passes over her clit so you give in to what she wants and wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking on it while using your tongue to flick at it.

It doesn’t take long until Jessie starts moving her hips on her own, riding your face instead of just sitting on it. Moving your hands up to grip her ass, you help guide her movements. Her hand has a tight grip in your hair and you’re allowing her to turn and tilt your head where she needs you. Your tongue and lips still focus on her clit as her movements become more erratic.

“I’m going to cum.” Jessie’s voice comes out raspy. “Fuck.” You open your eyes to see her throwing her head back, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth as she lets out a few moans. Her hips jolt a few times, roughly against your face before they stop and she lifts herself away from your tongue. You let out a small whine, wanting to taste her more. Jessie’s eyes move to meet yours, and a smirk creeps across her lips.

“I guess that mouth is good for more than just smartass comments.” She uses her thumb to collect the wetness from your chin before she pushes her finger against your lips. “Suck.” You happily listen, opening your mouth to suck Jessie’s arousal off her thumb, making sure to keep eye contact with her as your tongue swirled over her finger. A short moan falls from Jessie’s lips as her mouth falls open as she watches you suck her finger. She pulls her finger from your lips resulting in a pop before she climbs off of you and moves over to the corner where what you assumed was her suitcase lay.

You can’t quite see what she’s doing but when she turns back she has a strap on in her hand.

“I didn’t take you to be a purple kind of girl.” You point at the purple dildo attached to the harness.

“What's that supposed to mean?” She’s still standing across the room holding the strap now looking at it in her hand.

“I dunno, figured you’d go with blue or maybe just clear.” You shrug, you didn’t even mean anything by the words, the color had just genuinely surprised you. “You just always bring that in your suitcase?” Jessie did not seem like the type to just be bringing sex toys in her suitcase, she was surprising you in all kinds of ways today.

“Not usually, unless I know I’m going to use it. But I had a weird feeling it might come in handy this week. Do you want me to use it?”

“I mean sure, if you need the assistance of a toy to get me off then that’s fine. Some people aren’t good in bed without some assistance.” Pushing her buttons was fun, you knew she could probably get you off with her tongue or her fingers but you desperately wanted her to prove it. The strap was quickly tossed onto the bed next to you, Jessie abandoning it to grab your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Her hands came to the waist of your sweats, gripping both your pants and underwear between her fingers. “Can I?” You nod, lifting your hips to let her swiftly pull down your pants leaving you bare from the waist down. You take a second to pull your shirt and bra off, saving Jessie from having to do so. She’s quick to place her hands on your chest, giving a firm squeeze to both of your breasts. Her mouth follows and she trails hot, wet kisses up from between your tits to your neck where she returns the favor and sucks hard. She then works her way back down your neck, leaving more marks across your collarbone and the swell of your breasts.

Her actions already had you letting out shakey moans, your hips bucking slightly, begging for contact, for any kind of release. She laughs against your skin as your hips begin moving more frequently.

Jessie moves off of you, for a second completely removing her touch from your body. Kneeling at the end of the bed, she pulls your knees to sit over her shoulders before her hands grab your hips and she plunges her face into where you were already a dripping mess. Vibrations run across your pussy as Jessie moans into you at the taste of your arousal.

She’s quick to focus on your clit, the spot that has you already grabbing at her hair, pulling her close and profanities falling from your lips. You didn’t want to cum already, not only would that be embarrassing having to admit how good she was in bed but you also didn’t want the pleasure to end.

You end up betraying yourself, your brain telling you to wait, move away so you didn’t cum right away, but your body wanted the pleasure, it wanted release. You instead helped Jessie, using the hand in her hair to guide her directly where you needed her. It was only a few minutes later that your legs were shaking on her shoulders. Grinding against her mouth, your head fell back, a groan leaving your body as your legs wrapped around her head tightly. You continued thrusting yourself against her mouth, riding out the extent of your orgasm before your legs loosened and Jessie was able to remove her mouth from you.

Just as you start to catch your breath from your first orgasm, Jessie’s fingers are pushing into you. Your pussy clenches tightly around them, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Her thrusts start slow but firm getting you used to the feeling of her thick fingers deep inside of you.

“Fuck Jessie.”

“That’s right, let everyone know who’s taking care of you.” Her eyes are dark as she looks up at you from between your legs. She looks fucked, her baby hairs sticking out in every direction from where your hands had been, her lips are swollen and the entire lower half of her face is still slick with your arousal. Not to mention the deep red markings your mouth has made are starting to develop darker across on her neck.

Knowing you made her look like that sends another wave of arousal through your body. Her teammates were going to know that she got laid when she goes to training in two days. So would your teammates. But maybe they wouldn’t know you fucked each other, for some reason you liked that, it was your dirty little secret.

Jessie picks up the pace with her fingers, curling them everytime she buries them fully. Still on the high from your first orgasm, you can feel the second one building quickly, feeling yourself start to tighten on her fingers.

“Fuck I’m going to cum Jessie.” With your warning Jessie brings her tongue back to your clit, with one swipe you’re clenching around her fingers, your thighs closing themselves around her head. Your hips thrust, fucking yourself on her fingers to ride out your second orgasm.

Jessie takes her tongue away and her fingers slide out of you. You look down at her where she remaining kneeling at the edge of the bed.

“My tongue and fingers do a damn good job on their own, I just think toys can be fun too.”

“Put it on then.” You grab the strap that was next to you on the bed, tossing it between your legs at Jessie. She stands up, situating the harness around her waist and tightening the straps. You stay where you are, legs dangling over the side of the bed while you wait for Jessie.

She comes over to you, grabbing your thighs, her hands finding the bend of your knee, holding your legs open and back. You watch her face as she spits, a trail of saliva leaving her mouth and landing on the tip of the strap. In awe of her action you lay there, mouth open, eyes wide. You had never been someone that was explicitly into spitting during sex, but seeing her spit on the dildo had you reconsidering.

You’d let her spit in your mouth like that, you think to yourself.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of the silicone rubbing over your pussy. Jessie gives a few teasing thrusts, just grazing your clit with the head, spreading your wetness down the length of her dick.

The tip finds your entrance and Jessie pushes into you, you both let out moans as she easily bottoms out inside of you. She then pulls back, just letting the tip stay inside of you and pushes herself back in fully in a fluid motion. Jessie quickly picks up a rhythm, not too fast but not slow, each thrust is forceful, you feel your tits bouncing and bring your hands up to play with your nipples.

“You’re fucking hot.” Jessie says as her eyes watch your fingers pinch and caress your chest.

“You look so good fucking me.” You responded to her, you hated her but in the moment that hatred was all turned into lust.

Jessie keeps her pace, after a minute you’re already a mess, strings of moans uncontrollably falling from your lips. When Jessie moves to lay down on top of you, you nearly lose it. Your hands come to her back ranking your nails against her skin as she’s able to fuck even deeper into you. You knew you were leaving red streaks down her back that everyone would see when she changed at training.

“I’m going to,” starting to warn her that your third orgasm was building. Before you can finish the sentence she pulls out.

“What the fuck?” You yell. Eyes snapping open to give Jessie a glare. Jessie’s hand is quick to be on your chin, gripping it hard between her thumb and index finger, her other three fingers are on your throat forcing you to look at her. The grip on your face is so hard it’s nearly painful, but you liked it. The feeling of her three fingers on your neck has your heart racing and you’re sure she can feel it in your pulse.

“What? You thought you’d be able to do this without a little teasing? I still hate you, I’m not just going to give you what you want.” She releases your jaw from her grasp and moves your hands to your hips.

“I hate you.” You had said it numerous times tonight, and you meant it or at least you thought you did.

“Flip over.” She demands, wanting to just be able to get the release you were so close to you to listen to her, flipping yourself over so your feet were now on the ground as you bent over the bed, your sensitive nipples making contact with the rough hotel bed sheets.

You feel Jessie’s hands grip your ass, spreading you slightly, and then you hear her spit, followed by the feeling of her saliva running down your pussy.

“Come on Jessie.” Pushing your ass back toward her you hope it’ll encourage her to move a bit quicker.

“What would your teammates say if they knew I had their captain bent over for me, pathetically begging for my cock?”

“Jessie.” Your hands grip at the bedsheet, you need her to finish what she started.

“What?” Her voice sounds annoyed.

“I hate you.” You’re not sure if that’s going to piss her off more or encourage her to fuck you again. But you get the answer quickly.

“I hate you,” she responds as she completely fills you from behind. She starts again, punctuating each word she says with a rough thrust, “you're. a. cocky. little. brat. egotistical. can’t. fucking. stand. you. you. always. have. an. attitude. fucking. pain. in. the. ass.”

She pauses. Her hips stalled with the tip of her strap just barely inside of you.

“Nothing to say back?” You can practically hear the smile on her face. “It’s about time you shut that smartass mouth of yours, is that all you needed this whole time? For me to fuck your shitty ego out of you?” She grabs your hair pulling you off the bed so your back is flush to her front.

“Look at me.” She demands but also doesn’t give you much of a choice as she’s gripping your head in her hands and can easily turn your face. “Is that what you needed? My fingers, and mouth, and cock? You just needed someone to fuck you properly?” You’re trying to focus on her words but all your brain can think about is how the tip of the strap is pressed against your entrance.

“Yes Jessie.” Your neck is starting to hurt from the angle she was holding you in, thankfully answering her question got you shoved back into the mattress bent over and Jessie’s cock thrusting back into you. Her hands firm on your ass. Using her arms to pull you to meet her thrusts.

“Cum for me, make sure everyone knows who fixed that attitude.” She gives a hard squeeze on your ass.

“Oh my god Jessie, fuck.”

“That’s it.”

“Jessie, Jessie, please.” You can’t do anything besides chant her name. She was consuming every aspect of you, she was all you could think of being overwhelmed with pleasure. You knew her teammates would be able to hear, thankful your teammates were likely still out celebrating, even though your rooms were on a different floor, you were pretty sure the whole hotel could hear you screaming her name as you came on her strap. There goes what you thought would be your dirty little secret.

With one last drawn out moan of her name, you go limp on the bed, Jessie still thrusting into you, moving your whole body. Your knees give out and Jessie’s hands move to your waist to hold you from slipping off the bed. She slows her thrusts, giving you long, drawn out movements to work through your third orgasm. She pulls out when your hand comes up behind your back to push her away.

You hear the sound of the strap hitting the ground and feel Jessie climb on the bed next to you. She lays on her stomach, mimicking your position, turning her face to look at yours. She’s got red cheeks, hair still crazy, and a small amount of sweat on her forehead. You catch a glimpse of the red streaks you left down her back, they would definitely still be there tomorrow. She’s also got a huge grin on her face.

“Hmm, the one orgasm you gave me versus the three I just gave you… seems like I’m actually the ones who’s better.” It’s now her cocky attitude showing through.

“I never said we were done Fleming, I have some hatred of you left.” You push yourself up with what strength you have left. Playing 90 minutes and then three orgasms takes a lot of energy. You move to straddle Jessie. You had to at least give her two more, tie it up, but you’d be happy to take the lead. Needless to say it was the start of a very long evening for the two of you.

[dc418writes]

Welcomed Distraction

Summary🪄: Both you and Frankie need comforting after a tough day

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, happy adult fun times (be safe out there!), breeding kink, unprotected p-in-v, language, unclothed female-semi clothed male, mention of pregnancy/trying for baby

A/N🎤: Hello🌸 long time no see (*ahem sorry🥴) lol. So firstly, this is my very first Pedro boy fic and I’m v nervous (then again when am I not 🙃). Also, this is my submission for the #hotdilfsummerchallenge by @hellishjoel and I’m hoping you guys enjoy what I came up with, as well as read the other works (or even submit something yourself!✨)

*DISCLAIMER(S)!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they all were found via Pinterest. Although my works are typically imagined with a black!reader, everyone is welcome to read*

At the sound of your sigh as you locked the door behind you, Frankie knew what kind of day you had. Not to mention the way you took off your shoes.

If you gently toed them off next to the others, taking your sweet time, you were exhausted and would more than likely crash on the couch once you eventually sat down. Left them scattered making your own little trail from the door? You were excited about something. He was man enough to admit that although he knew you were very happy to see him, - flashing your bright smile before pecking his lips and updating him on what your day entailed - that excitement was mostly for his son. “How was your day huh?,” you’d ask the adorable eight month old making him giggle from all the kisses you’d leave on his juicy cheeks. “I missed you!”

When you’d kick off your shoes though, not caring when they’d knock against the wall - like you did tonight - you were pissed. And Frankie just hoped it wasn’t something he’d done or forgotten to do.

“Everything alright?,” he asks over his shoulder while he mutes the football game currently on tv.

“I secretly hope that place burns down overnight so I won’t have to step foot in it ever again.”

“So no,” Frankie states as you finally make it to the couch with a beer in hand. A much needed smile curls along your lips - and in turn loosens a bit of the tension still plaguing you from earlier - noticing the boxes of takeout from your favorite restaurant on the coffee table in front of him. Before you can say anything, his strong hands are gripping your hips guiding you towards his lap. Both sets of your lips automatically being drawn towards each other as you settle in your favorite seat.

Well second favorite.

“Francisco Morales I’d marry you right now if I could.” He only chuckles leaving a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Well, first it started with a couple calls from patients upset they needed to be seen before getting a refill. Like I’m sorry you haven’t shown up for your appointments in two years!” A grin spreads on his pink lips as he gently shakes his head of envy inducing chocolate curls.

“Then for a while now I’ve been getting calls when the phones are supposed to be on downtime. It’s also happened to the lady that sits next to me a couple times, so she decides to say something. My manager just says ‘well if you’ve given your extension out or if it’s transferred to you, then the phone’s gonna ring’.”

“But if the phones are down in the first place, either way that shouldn’t happen,” your boyfriend finishes practically reading your mind.

“Exactly! But nooo it has to be something I’m doing, it can’t be the shitty phone system.” Frankie knows you’re angry - and reasonably so- but he can’t help the way his stomach flutters at your cute little groan. How he wants to kiss that pout away until you can’t remember why you were mad in the first place. “Maybe he’ll listen to you since you have a penis.”

“Just tell me when and I’m there baby,” he murmurs against your neck trailing kisses from your pulse to your jaw. His mustache prickling your skin and making you softly giggle.

Even if you didn’t say, you wouldn’t be surprised if he made a little visit to the clinic within the coming week. Standard manners and gentle smile to everyone else as if he was just innocently coming by to see his girl when you both knew he was liable to strangle the slender, uptight man once he set his eyes on him at the mere mention of making you upset.

“Then, as the cherry on top, the last call I get today is this guy getting mad at me because his results aren’t ready, which I have no control over since I don’t work with that doctor,” you explain taking a quick pull from the sweating bottle in your hand. “I keep trying to tell him there’s nothing I can really do, but then he has the audacity to say ‘You’re not understanding me. I need this for another appointment and now I’m not sure if I’ll make it!’ Sir I understand fine; don’t insult my intelligence. Still won’t get you your results sooner.”

The stranger’s words and harsh tone repeats in your mind only making you upset all over again. And not only could Frankie see it, but he could feel the effect such a short interaction had on you. Your back practically going rigid with tightness and prompting him to rub soothing circles over your shirt trying to relax the muscles there. That vein near the pulse in your neck on full display as if standing in solidarity with you.

A stream of frustrated air leaves your nostrils trying to remind yourself that everything was in the past now. How tomorrow would be a new day with, hopefully, little to no rude patients. “Sorry, I know that’s probably my ego talking-,”

“Still doesn’t give him, or anybody else, the right to talk to you like that.” So two men he now needed to hunt down. No problem. “I’m sorry you had a rough day.”

You simply shrug - your attempt to brush it off feeling like you need to be strong and just forget - as his lips softly press against your temple. “Comes with the territory. How was your day though? Hopefully better than mine.”

“It was alright. Elaine came by with ‘hot shot’ to get Isaiah.” Hot shot being her new fiancé that was some fancy lawyer based out of Los Angeles. They met a few months after she broke up with Frankie and got engaged not long after.

“And how did that go?”

Now was Frankie’s turn to shrug taking the offered beer from your hand to get a pull. “Fine. Said hello, made sure she had everything, then left a few minutes later. Short and sweet.”

Although they’ve had this arrangement since baby Isaiah was just a couple months old, it always hurt Frankie having to let his son go. The apartment was uncomfortably quieter without the little babbles and gurgles, and no longer felt like home. Given he’d see him again next week, but he’d began to worry if his ex would move away now she was engaged. Wanting to start fresh with the ‘man of her dreams’ and start their own family.

And if that happened, who knows when he’d see his son again.

The thought’s kept him up plenty of nights unknown to you, but his solemn mood is easily read looking into his brown eyes. Your palm caresses his cheek bringing his attention back to you on his lap. Thumb softly tracing over the worry line between his brows before leaning in to tap your nose against his. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

Your boyfriend just nods flashing a glimpse of a soft smile. A quiet, “I know,” falling from his lips after pecking your full, bottom one.

“If it’d make you feel better, I’ll give you one.”

Any time you said that in the past, he’d just chuckle and shake his head. Maybe even click his tongue before he’d reply with, “let’s focus on this one for now.” It’s not that you were trying to give him a replacement kid, you just hated to see him sad. And similar to how Frankie was willing to do anything for you, you were easily as smitten for the former military pilot.

His larger hands - slightly rough from years of work - grip your hips gently moving you so your thighs now straddle his hips. A glint in his darkening eyes that surprises you, but also has a familiar sensation building between your legs. “You mean it?”

The husky way he whispers near your mouth has an embarrassing moan slipping past your lips that even catches you off guard. A wet patch growing in your panties already as you nod nearly dumb just from his voice alone.

His lips crash into yours rhythmically moving together as if one was complimenting the other. Your fingers tangle in his silky strands while his tongue glides over yours and hands knead at your lower cheeks. You can’t help but grind and shift trying to find some sort of friction as your core throbs incessantly.

“Frankie please,” you pant. His mouth descends to your heated neck nipping at your skin while his hand moves to toy with your achy nipple through your top.

“Have to tell me what you want baby.” He sounds nearly gone himself - hardness poking you through his jeans - but he chooses to tease instead. Any other time you might play back with a smart reply, maybe a little edging, but tonight your need is too strong and mind too hazy with lust and the man beneath you for games.

“N-Need you in me..now Frankie.”

A deep groan vibrates in his chest when you bump against the now prominent bulge becoming painful from the quick rush of blood. “Can’t say no to that now can I?”

In a flurry of movements, Frankie’s removing your scrubs and underwear between deep, hurried kisses, and soon you’re bare; quickly unlatching his buckle to remove his stiff and reddened member leaking and more than ready for you. The mess between your thighs makes it easy to slide down, taking him inch by inch until you’re both connected and moaning from the tightness.

“Fuck don’t think I’ll last,” Frankie grits shifting to taste one breast while his hand plucks and squeezes the other making you whimper. “Feels so good baby.”

Adjusted enough, your hips begin to move and bounce filling the living room with slaps of skin and moans. You try to contain yourself - worried about being that couple - but when Frankie plants his feet on the plush carpet below bucking up into you so hard you have to grab the armrest while your other hand grabs his broad shoulder, you can’t control what leaves your mouth.

“Wanna give me a baby huh? Want me to fill you up?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Want everybody to know you’re mine?” His grip on you is sure to leave bruises in the morning. “That I’m the only one that makes you feel this good?”

“Yes!” The faster you both move, you can see and feel stars. Feel hundreds, maybe thousands, of them tickle and prick your skin that have you believing you have to be experiencing something other worldly. Your spirit ascending to some sort of nirvana that you’d never want to come down from.

“Shit - might have to just keep you on my cock. You like that idea?,” he grins biting at your earlobe.

You frantically nod. “D-Don’t stop, please baby! Mm there..Frankie..Frankie!”

Gripping the back of your neck bringing you as close as he can, Frankie buries his face in your neck letting your noises and babbling spur him on. You’re both painfully close - panting and sticky with sweat - just needing that extra push only you could give each other.

“Shit, feel you squeezin’ me. Cmon let go I got you.” Shifting to the edge of the couch, he angles just right where your swollen nub gets the nudge and pressure that has your back arching and toes curling. You feel teeth and curses growled against your neck along with the spurts of his release inside you as his pumps become staggered and slower.

All that can be heard now is you both catching your breaths and holding onto each other as if afraid to somehow float away from the post orgasmic high.

“You okay? Still with me?,” Frankie asks tracing his thick fingers up and down your spine. You merely hum in response making the man you love chuckle. His pride loved how sleepy and clingy you got in the midst of your afterglow.

“Alright let’s get you cleaned up.”

His strong arms easily keep you attached to his sturdy chest as he stands ready to take you to the bathroom. Your nose automatically nuzzling and running along the side of his neck loving the smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat. “Wait!”

He halts just before stepping into the hall. “What’s wrong?”

“The food,” you sleepily reply making him grin kissing your shoulder.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“M’kay,” you yawn comfortably closing your eyes as you’re gently rocked from him beginning to move again. “Have a baby.”

He knew it wouldn’t happen that quickly, especially with you still actively on birth control, but the thought of you carrying his child had a warmth spreading along his bones. He could vividly see you with a hand on your extended belly smiling and glowing like the sweetest angel. Isaiah would nearly be two, but walking around keeping a close eye on his sibling.

Did it also make Frankie nervous? Of course, but he couldn’t lie that his excitement of seeing a bright eyed bundle that looked exactly like you outweighed the fear.

“Yea, we’re having a baby.”

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Loosely inspired by the rough day I had at work some time ago🥲 lol. But again I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know if I missed any warnings!

[darkenedroses-world]

Breaking the Tension — Droid x Reader

gn!reader, argument/angst, bilingual insults, makeup sex, rough/angry sex, multiple positions, intense emotional release

It started as a small disagreement—something about schedules, about time spent gaming versus time together. But what should have been a casual conversation spiraled fast. Neither of you backed down, words lashing out sharp and hot until the living room vibrated with anger. “You never listen!” you shouted, hands on your hips, fury knotting in your chest. “I’m tired of feeling like your last priority whenever you jump online with the guys.” Droid scoffed, running a hand through his hair, voice rising to match yours. “Oh, so I can’t enjoy my friends now, huh?” His tone dripped with sarcasm. “You’re acting fucking crazy—” He hesitated, then let something sharper slip under his breath, “Pinche terco/a,” he muttered in Spanish, glaring at you as if daring you to respond. Your eyes widened. He rarely pulled out Spanish insults on you. “Oh, I’m pinche terco/a now?” you threw back, deliberately using the same language. “Mira quién habla—look who’s talking! You always twist this shit back on me!” Each word spat from your lips like sparks, fury igniting every nerve. The argument escalated—shouting, name-calling, voices echoing off the walls. Both of you pacing, gesturing wildly. He called you stubborn again; you called him a selfish asshole. By the end of it, both of you were breathing hard, hands shaking, hearts pounding. You stormed off first, retreating to the bedroom and slamming the door behind you. He stayed in the living room, fuming quietly.

Hours passed. You could hear distant laughter through the door as he hopped onto a session with the guys, his tone forced but still managing jokes. You lay in bed, arms folded, still stewing. Slowly, as the adrenaline drained, weariness and regret settled in. Yeah, he said mean things, but so did you. You both took cheap shots. Now, under the dim glow of a bedside lamp, you stared at the ceiling, wondering if he’d stay mad forever. Eventually, silence fell. You caught the quiet creak of the bathroom door, the low hum of a shower turning on, then off. You guessed he’d be sleeping on the couch tonight, and part of you ached at the thought. Another part of you still simmered with resentment. Let him suffer, you thought, flipping onto your side. But not ten minutes later, you felt the mattress dip behind you. The scent of fresh soap and shampoo enveloped you. Droid slipped under the covers, not touching you at first, his body radiating warmth but leaving a careful space. You considered pushing him away or telling him to leave, but stayed silent, pretending to ignore him. Time dragged. You almost drifted off, but then he shifted. Slowly, he rolled closer. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You stiffened, heart thudding. He tucked his face near your neck, breath soft, holding you like this was some delicate offering. For a moment, you considered shoving him off, still hurt. But the heat of his body and the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back soothed some raw nerve inside you.

Still, you said nothing, and neither did he. After what felt like another ten minutes of silence, he whispered, voice rough, “I’m sorry.” His hand moved up and down your side, a gentle stroke meant to calm. “I was a dick tonight. I shouldn’t have said what I said.” You swallowed, still facing away from him. “What you said was mean,” you replied softly, voice tight. “You really hurt me. It’s not just a stupid fight, Droid. You called me shit in Spanish, you blamed everything on me.” “I know,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to the back of your shoulder. “I know, and I’m sorry. It was the heat of the moment. I was pissed. I didn’t mean any of it.” You sighed, feeling tension coil in your belly. Could you trust that he was truly sorry? “How do I know you mean it?” you asked, voice small but still holding an edge. You were still angry, still unsure if you should let him off the hook. That’s when his hand changed course. Instead of a simple soothing rub, his touch became more insistent. His fingertips pressed more firmly, sliding down from your waist over the curve of your hip. You let out a sharp breath, surprised. His lips brushed your neck, warm and apologetic, and you could feel the way his body pressed closer, his desire uncoiling between you like a promise. “Let me show you,” he whispered, voice low, the kind of tone you only heard when he was desperate. “I know you’re mad. I know I messed up. Just let me make it up to you… please.” “Stop,” you murmured, half-heartedly, a strained protest.

But your body betrayed you, arching slightly into his touch. You wanted him to keep going. The night’s tension twisted into something hotter, darker, relief and anger and longing tangling together until you weren’t sure if you wanted to slap him or fuck him. He didn’t stop. Another kiss on your neck, teeth grazing your skin, making your breath hitch. His hand slipped under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach. The contrast of fury and lust set your nerves alight. You tried to sound resistant, whispering, “This doesn’t fix what you said,” but the catch in your voice told him you were weakening. “I know,” he admitted, voice husky. “But I want to try. Let me please you… let’s get this tension out.” His other hand slid down, gripping your thigh, urging your leg back around his hip. You could feel him growing hard against you, and you cursed under your breath, half angry, half aching for him. You twisted in his arms, rolling onto your back to face him. The lamp cast shadows across his face, showing genuine remorse in his eyes. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. You bit his lower lip, half punishment, half invitation. He moaned softly, grinding against you, and you felt your fury melt into feral desire. “Don’t think this makes it all better,” you mumbled against his lips, fingers tangling in his damp hair. He smirked, a flash of humor and hunger. “I know,” he purred, sliding your shirt up, exposing your skin.

You sucked in a sharp breath as he lowered his head, kissing down your chest, hands deftly tugging off garments until you both were half-naked, breathless, and glaring at each other with something primal and raw. In that desperate haze, you pushed him onto his back, straddling him.

He watched you with hooded eyes, lips parted. “You’re still a jerk,” you hissed, rolling your hips, making him gasp. “A fucking asshole.” He groaned, gripping your waist. “Call me whatever you want,” he shot back, voice trembling, “just don’t stop.” The bed creaked as you rode him harder, frustration and need pouring out in each motion. His nails dug into your hips, leaving faint crescents, and you took delight in his whimpering moans. He deserved a bit of pain, a bit of rough handling. But soon he flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress, his mouth tracing hot lines along your neck. He slipped into you with a low grunt, and you cried out, nails scratching his shoulders. “Fuck,” you gasped, angry tears replaced by raw pleasure. He kissed you through it, each thrust shaking loose the night’s anger, turning rage into something desperate and fulfilling. You switched positions again. Missionary, where he pinned your wrists above your head, murmuring apologies between rough kisses. Doggy, where you pushed back against him, taking what you needed while he moaned your name into your shoulder. Off the edge of the bed, legs draped over his arms, him panting with effort, you biting back insults and moans. Finally, you climbed on top once more, hands braced on his chest, fucking him until his eyes rolled back and he begged to cum. “Please,” he whimpered, voice cracking as you slowed your pace, making him suffer deliciously. “I’m so sorry, just—please let me—”

You smirked down at him, loving how wrecked he looked. You wanted him to feel every ounce of regret for the cruel words he’d thrown at you earlier, but you also craved that final, shuddering release that would seal this truce between your bodies. Leaning down, you kissed him slowly. “Cum for me,” you whispered, voice hoarse, and he practically sobbed in relief. He bucked up, gasping, voice tearing at the edges with relief and pleasure. You followed him, crying out, your body shaking with the intensity of it. When it was over, the room smelled of sweat and sex. Both of you collapsed onto the sheets, breathing heavily, hearts pounding. Silence settled thick and sated. Eventually, he reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together. “I’m still sorry,” he said quietly, pressing a weary kiss to your knuckles. “I was a prick.” You sighed, muscles pleasantly sore, anger faded into a numb memory. “I know,” you admitted, voice soft. “Let’s not fight like that again.” He nodded, forehead against your shoulder. “Deal,” he said, voice barely audible. In the hush that followed, you felt lighter.

[fruitbasketball]

ncaa recap: uconn vs. usc

first of all: what a way to lose a completely winnable game. WHAT a thing to do. truly!!! i applaud it. i’m SHOCKED at it, really - bc no way you wanna lose every fucking top 10 matchup y’all have. there’s just no way!!!

and now i have to do the thing i have been dreading all season, bc i have such immense respect for this man.

geno. what. the fuck. are you. doing.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING BRO????????????

what’s the game plan?? HUH???? no matter what happens, it’s paige’s fault??? the best player in the fucking country stayed an extra year to play for you, and THIS is how you do her???

quit playing her off ball bro PLEASE matter of fact she can’t play off ball. yup! CAN’T do it. every single one of her numbers but efficiency is down from last season, so i can conclude that you need to stop playing that bitch off ball.

put the ball in paige’s fucking hands luigi or i swear to god i will shove it up your ass. you have the most CREATIVE, TALENTED, INTELLIGENT scoring pg in the country and you’re playing her OFF BALL???? WHAT THE SHIT?????

and paige bro. we don’t get to pick and choose when we wanna play basketball. you don’t get to ONLY show up the second half. and MAN was that a fucking monster second half. like my legs are still shaking from it jesus fucking christ. but when we do THAT SHIT!!! right???? when we DON’T PLAY THE FULL 40???

it comes down to a freshman and her free throws. sarah strong, you are a perfect angel. you did NOTHING wrong. the play was all wrong, it shouldn’t have come down to you, i am so so sorry it did. sarah has been so unbelievably consistent, and i just KNOW she’s blaming herself for it.

what’s the reasoning behind these last few possessions. like what the fuck is up bro. why are we going for the 2 when we’re down 3. why are we fouling with no fouls left to give. if you’re gonna do that shit take the 3!!! close the gap completely. why are we willing to widen the possession margin??? i understand the technicality of the strategy here, and it might be the smartest thing possible in ANOTHER situation.

in MY mind tho: take the 3, tie the game. get a stop on the other end, set a decoy, have paige or ash take the 3. or send jana down low for a 2. but it was so obviously a matter of geno not trusting the defense. which is NUTS - because this is one of the strongest defenses in the country. and it wouldn’t have been a perimeter job. probably not!! probably would’ve been a juju middy or kiki down low!! REALISTICALLY!!!

i just, like… those last few CRUCIAL possessions were really muddled and it pissed me tf off. like actually made me so fucking mad.

anyway bro’s yapping again - bc if kk is a game changer, keep her in the fuckin game dawg. idk just a thought.

SIT ice, START jana, and SHUT THE FUCK UP ‼️‼️‼️ hm i wonder who will be a better match for the best power forward in the nation - the 6’5 paint beast, or the big who’s been showing you she lowk CANNOT PLAY BASKETBALL

anyway i just wanna say - to anyone who thinks paige got outplayed this game, fuck all the way off. juju couldn’t even guard paige the whole game, while paige did not let up. if juju had a hard time scoring, it’s because paige was in her mouth the whole time. that’s a two way player. so i don’t wanna hear shit.

in conclusion: MANE FUCK THIS SHIT

[cameronspecial]

hi hi hi i saw ur requests were open, no pressure ofc just wondering if u could do smth like rafe (established bf) giving reader the silent treatment for like weeks and shes so confused because she doesnt know what the hell she did to piss him off so she decides to confront him about it and just angst -> fluff yk??

also i literally love you and your fics so much u dont understandddd <3333

Miscommunicated Silence

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex in The Beginning.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

A/N: You are literally the sweetest. You made my day and I love you too, anonymous. I know Rafe isn't pissed at her, but I can't imagine Rafe being mad at Y/N for any reason because he gives me such she can do no wrong vibes like how he is with Ward.

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Rafe’s head throws back in pleasure as his dick spews his hot seeds into the condom. His arms grip Y/N to him as they both come down from their high. She carefully lifts herself from him and goes to get some clean clothes from his drawers. “Where are you going?” Rafe questions, expecting her to stay the night. She comes over to give him a peck on the lips, “I want to stay, Rafey. But I have an early meeting tomorrow morning and my house is closer to work than yours. Plus, we both know that if I stay here, I’m going to run late because of that tongue of yours. Bye, I love you.” “I love you too. Drive safe, Baby,” he calls out, watching her leave with a soft look. 

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Y/N has been trying to text Rafe all week but he hasn’t been answering her at all. Every time she sees him in public, he somehow doesn’t see or hear her and then disappears when she gets close enough to him. She tries meeting him at Tannyhill, yet he is never there according to his various family members. She would be more worried if she didn’t know that he is ignoring her. His text receipts, only on for her, shows that he is reading them. In all their years of dating, Rafe has never gone more than twenty-four hours without talking to her. So she isn’t sure what she could’ve done for him to give her the silent treatment for a week. It couldn’t be because she had to leave after sex last week because it wasn’t the first time one of them decided to sleep at home after sex because it was easier for them the next morning. 

Her anger towards the way he is icing her out finally over takes her and so she’s had enough. “Y/N, Rafe isn’t home,” Wheezie tries to argue, but Y/N knows it is not true. His truck and his bike are in the driveway and she knows Kelce and Topper are playing golf without him, so he couldn’t have been driven somewhere by them. Y/N gently nudges her way inside, “I know that isn’t true Wheez, I need to talk to him.” Wheezie doesn’t stop her as she runs up the stairs toward his room. She throws his door open with a slam to find him shirtless on his bed, scrolling through his phone. His annoyance flashes through him as he looks up to yell at the person. He freezes at the sight of his angry girlfriend. “I don’t know what I did, but we are never going to fix anything if you keep ignoring me,” she yells, placing her hands on her hips. She waits for a response and her anger grows to fury when he doesn’t answer. She violently shakes her head, “Are you really going to continue this childish game?” 

She stares at him and he can only return the stare with a hint of pleading she isn’t sure what to make out of it. “You know what? If this is how you deal with your problems, then maybe we shouldn’t be together,” she spins on her heels, storming toward the door. With her back to him, she doesn’t see the tears and panic cross his face. He rushes forward, wrapping his hand around her wrist. It is gentle enough that she can break from his hold, but as she turns to yell at him, she can see the pain in his eyes. This causes her to worry. If he is willing to show emotion to her at this moment and still not say something, then something must be wrong. His mouth opens, “P-Please don’t go.” The words that come out are so low and raspy that she wants to get him to a doctor immediately to check on him. “What’s wrong with your voice?” she worries, placing her hands on his cheeks. He holds his finger up and goes to get a notepad and pen from his desk. 

It takes him a second to write on the notepad before he hands the pad to her. I lost my voice this week. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or at least answer my texts. You don’t need to talk to do that,” she questions, giving him the pad back so he can respond. I was embarrassed about why I lost my voice. And texting always leads to phone calls with you. You know just talking to you isn’t enough, I love hearing your voice. “How did you lose your voice?” He gives her a sheepish look and then writes the answer down. I think I lost it when we had sex last week. I must have been too loud. She giggles at his words, looking up to see him looking away. “Aww, Rafey. Don’t be embarrassed. I think that’s hot. I love it when you are loud for me. It lets me know that I am making you feel good,” she explains, wrapping her arms around his neck. He brings his head to her neck and gives it a kiss. She plays with his hair to help stop his tears from spilling. He pulls away from her and writes something down. I’m sorry I ignored you, but please don’t break up with me. Y/N gives him a soft look and then a kiss on the lips. “It’s okay, Rafey. I forgive you.”

[420days]

KISS AND MAKE UP

Carmelo Hayes x Black female OC

Summary: Carmelo and Saniyah get into an argument and it’s tearing them apart.

“Y’all still not talking?”

“Nope, he pissed me off and I don’t want to be around him right now.” She rolled her eyes at her best friend.

“Now girl, I know you been walking around all sad and shit. You know you miss being up under that man.”

“I do but I just feel like he’s in the wrong. Like don’t tell me you not answering your phone isn’t that serious.”

“That’s true but I think the situation just escalated. You were already upset and he was drunk.”

“If you say so girl.” She mumbled and looked down at her phone. She knew both her and Melo were both stubborn so at this point it was a waiting game.

The two hadn’t spoke since yesterday morning when she cussed him out for not answering her the previous night and it was eating her up. She was craving her man’s touch, his kisses, and his scent but her pride wouldn’t allow her to call him.

“Isn’t he leaving to go back on the road Friday?”

“Yeah.” She mumbled.

“So y’all just aren’t going to talk? He’s going to go back on the road and then what? You’re not going to get any going away dick or anything?” Jania asked her best friend.

She knew how much her best friend was in love with Melo and it was only a matter of time before they were all up under each other again. Saniyah was a stubborn person that at times would escalate situations beyond where they needed to be.

“Ugh, I hate when you’re right. Let me go call my man.” She rolled her eyes and stood up from her bed.

“Alright girly, make sure you use protection!”

“Bye Jania!” She laughed before hanging up with her.

Saniyah got dressed in a black matching set and her furry slides that showed her freshly done white toes. She brushed her hair into a neat ponytail and added a bit of lip gloss on her thick lips. Leaving her house she nearly sped to Melos apartment complex and patiently waited for him to let her in.

“What’s up?” He answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants and the typical gold chain he always had on. Saniyah wanted to jump his bones right then and there but knew it wasn’t the time for that.

When she didn’t respond he sat down on the couch and sighed, mumbling something under his breath that she couldn’t make out.

“You shouldn’t be mad. You’re the one that’s in the wrong.” She pursed her lips at him.

“Did I not apologize three different times. You can be mad but I’m not about to kiss your ass Saniyah.”

“I’m not asking you to. I just want you to act like you care and stop being mean to me.” She sniffled making his heart ache. He hated when they got like this.

“Come here.” He reached his hand out and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her between his legs.

“I’m not being mean to you. Stop crying mama.”

“Yes you are. I haven’t heard from you since yesterday and all I wanted to know was you were okay. Now you’re mad at me.” She spoke between her sniffles.

“Im not mad at you and I understand why you were angry. That’s why I apologized but baby you gotta work in the way to talk when you’re upset.” He told her as he looked into her eyes.

He knew she was a big ass baby when it came to him but when she was upset her mouth was something serious. One thing he didn’t tolerate was disrespect not even from her.

“I know and I’m sorry. I was just scared that something happened to you.��� She reached her hand up and rubbed his face.

“I ain’t mean to scare you baby. My phone died and when I got home I just crashed out. It won’t happen again, okay?”

“Okay baby. I love you.” She nodded her head.

“I love you too, give me a kiss.”

[verdantcreek]

thinking about the reboot mw games collectively and it’s so sadly unfortunate because like. when put up against the other two, mwiii fails so visibly.

first of all you’ve got their thesis/emotional core, right. for mw19, it’s all about the personal motivation of being a solider, the cost of war on an individual. what it means to fight and discovering the importance of what you’re fighting for. for mwii, it’s about trust. the importance of knowing that your team has each others backs, the weight that it has between individuals. what happens when that trust is broken and how it’s found again through vulnerability, because that’s how you truly know you’re there for each other.

and then there’s mwiii..? you should let your sergeant kill a prisoner illegally so said prisoner, when he breaks out of maximum security prison, doesn’t kill your sergeant 4 years later? you should illegally kill people who piss you off (shepherd)? sure there’s the whole “never bury your enemies alive”, but where does that come in to play outside of the soap/makarov interaction? it’s definitely not a valid reason for price to kill an american general in his own office. they could’ve used it for graves if they wanted to take it a step further, but no— graves doesn’t betray the team again, for whatever reason. we’re expected to consider him just a much a member of the team as anyone else, and the narrative treats him as such outside of a few bristly reactions to his involvement.

secondly i take a huge issue with how characters were handled in mwiii. literally everyone is here, and there is no reason for several of them to be. alex felt like a cameo— you see him actually on screen for maybe 30 seconds. farah’s missions feel forced for the sake of her involvement. not that farah shouldn’t be in this game, but makarov’s flimsy reasoning for targeting the ulf is so clearly an excuse to involve her. it feels very random and transparent as a decision to reuse her character because she’s familiar. again with graves— why is he here? i still genuinely do not understand why they decided to retcon his death. it was a perfect arc for mwii to kill him, and him being alive adds absolutely nothing to the story. he has nothing to do in mwiii and there is zero reason for his involvement other than “people liked him in mwii and he has a cool accent.”

within the 141, it’s mostly rehashing of the growth/personality that each of them showed in previous games. none of them have an arc, except maybe price if you’re willing to call the *post credit scene* where he commits cold blooded murder a completion of an arc. gaz, soap, and ghost are static versions of themselves that simply are just … there for most of the plot. they’re not out of character or ruined, but none of them individually have anything going on that can’t be tied back to price.

i think a lot of it comes down to the way they tried to shoehorn mwiii into the original trilogy’s storyline. people loved those games, and nostalgia sells. i don’t think it’s a coincidence that makarov was a big marketing factor for this game— and that’s not to say that mw19 or mwii didn’t abuse that either, but in execution you can feel the difference. price, gaz, soap and ghost are all their own characters miles away from their original trilogy counterparts. makarov… isn’t. he’s a poorly written villain riding on the success of the original trilogy— he’s scary because he’s *makarov*, not because he’s a real threat. it’s cheap. the knockoff “no russian” mission felt insulting. it’s a callback with no real impact in the story, just simply “look! remember when we did this in 2009 and everyone loved it?”

and all of it culminates into a shit ending with shock factor that it tries to make you feel emotional. i’m not sad over this character death. i’m mad, because it’s unearned and lazy. i realize it’s a lot to ask a multi-billion dollar corporation to actually put effort into their stories, but… it’s such a let down when the previous games actually had at least an ounce of passion. i’m just still so disappointed with this game ruining what could’ve been a really interesting and unique story.

[bellzsq]

“Your angry bird”

Y/n and Pablo are new to dating in 2021 and the second game she goes to against PSG gavi gets sent off

Warnings: none just aggression

Y/ns pov

It was 6:30, Pablo had just left his house and got off FaceTime with me.

Yesterday he had bought me his own Barca jersey for me to wear at an important game tonight against PSG.

If you ask Pablo some of his favorite teams to go against he would say PSG in a heartbeat.

I put my gavi Barca jersey with some dark blue American eagle skinny jeans with some leather boots that ended where my calf muscle started on my leg.

Mikky and Anna were coming to pick me up at around 6:45 so I put on another layer of my lipgloss before popping it into my Gucci purse my sister let me borrow.

I made sure I had everything I needed. Pads, tampons, money, lipgloss, house keys, a portable charger and my AirPods.

(Sorry about the pads and tampons part but let’s be realistic 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣)

Once I made sure I had everything I went downstairs to check in the body mirror I had in the hall way.

I made sure nothing was wrong with my outfit before heading outside as I heard a BMW honk.

I locked my doors and walked to the car and got in the backseat.

“Hey girl! You ready for your second game as Pablo’s Girlfriend?” Mikky said as she looked at me from the passenger seat.

My face heated up as I got the label as “Pablo’s girlfriend” but that’s who I was.

“Yeah, people say these matches are chaotic sometimes?” I asked with a hint of question in my tone.

“Mostly. It’s because the biggest players are on these teams so they compete with eachother in a friendly yet enemy way. It’s the fun of the game.” Anna says as she drove out of the drive way.

I nodded “now I understand… they must have good competition then,”

Anna scoffed “oh please, don’t get me wrong those French players are very charming and good but they never compare.”

I laughed softly at her statement.

“And your boyfriend always happens to have beef with hakimi, the team made up a joke that gavi always wants to go for the bigger dude…” mikky says making us all laugh.

(I know gavi probably doesn’t have beef with hakimi but it’s for the joke)

“I can just imagine 5’8 pablo going up against 6 foot Hakimi..” I laughed.

I decided to post on my instagram

Y/n y/l/nnnnn

Y/n y/l/nnnnn His good Good luck charm at tonight match 😉💗 @pablogavi

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Once we arrived at camp Nou Anna parked the car and all three of us got out and entered the stadium.

We got our passes and paid before heading to our seats in row 12. Anna was on the end and I was next to Anna with mikky next to me.

20 minutes later the whistle blew and the match started.

I kept thinking of what they told me about Pablo’s fights and deep down it gave me anxiety.

At the middle of the 2nd half Pablo bumped Hakimi and Hakimi got up and pushed him starting up a fight.

Pablo swung at his nose while hakimi got his eye.

Lewandowski. Ferrán Torres and Mbappe broke up the fight as the teams started swarming them and the red blew his whistle as he stuck up a red card for both of them.

They were both sent off and gavi was pissed so he threw his jersey off at Xavi as he hit the seat infront of him in the bench.

“Oh no…” I mumbled as I fiddled with my fingers.

“He is not happy…” mikky whispered to me as she watched the game.

I seen raphinha trying to talk to gavi but I seen him hitting his leg out of frustration and anger.

I was looking at him trying to get eye contact but every time our eyes met for like 1 second he would look away.

I looked over at mikky and said “he’s ignoring me”

“Just give it time frenkie does it all the time he should just need like 20 minutes to like a couple hours to calm down” mikky tells me.

Once the match was over I met Pablo at his car and he was still mad with his head down and we got in the car silently.

“I’m so sorry y/n you shouldn’t have seen any of that… I’m sorry I did that infront of you…” Pablo apologized as he held my hand.

“Pablo it’s okay… is your eye okay? It looks pretty swollen…” I rub my thumb over his swollen eye.

“Yeah, it’s just throbbing right now… I’ll be okay I’m a footballer this is what I signed up for.” He reassured me.

“Can you drive all the way back to your house? You can sleep at mine and I can help take care of you…” I offered and he smirked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can make it back to my home…” he said in a fake disappointed tone making me laugh.

We started driving and one of my favorite physical touches he did as he turned was put his big hand on my thigh.

Once we got to my home he took a shower in the downstairs shower and I took a shower in my room.

“I think one of your neighbors seen me,” Pablo’s voice said, startling me.

“Pablo,” I breathed out as I put my hand over my heart.

“Sorry I thought you were already changed.” He covered his eyes and turned around getting out of the room shutting the door behind him making me smile at his Cheesiness.

I changed into a random Italy grey crew neck with with loose black shorts and let him in as he was still waiting patiently outside the room waiting for me.

He changed into some pajamas he had here. Pablo wasn’t the kind of man to wear a “onesie” to sleep and have childish pajamas he had sweats and a white shirt and that’s as it.

I got into bed after putting on some moisturizer and brushing my wet hair.

He jumped into my bed with me and grabbed the remote.

“Minions like we talked about?” He raised his eyebrows up and down repeatedly making me laugh and nod.

He turned it on and put the volume up a little.

“Why wouldn’t you look at me when you were on the bench?” I broke the silence.

“I was embarrassed… this is your second match as my girl and I got punched in the eye…” he confessed.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I was worried…” I told him as I rubbed my thumb over his hands.

“I know but I wanted your first few games as mine to be memorable and smile when you think about it. I forced Xavi have me in the line up for the next 3 more games just to show off to you..”

My heart melted and my lip quivered as he told me what he felt.

“Pabs… your so cute. You will always impress me and I’ll always be happy with your performance. Even if you just shoot a single penalty and I wouldn’t even care if you would miss. Seeing you do your thing that you love makes me smile.” I explained to him.

I seen him tear up a little as he blinked a few quick 3 times as he looked up at me.

“You really mean that?..” his voice cracked a little.

“Yes, even in 20 years. Together or not I’ll just be like ‘oh remember his first 2 games, Achraf Hakimi and him got into a fight’ that makes me smile. You being you. I don’t care if you don’t play the last 20 minutes of a game…” I rubbed his cheek as we stared into eachothers eyes.

He wiped the tear dripping from his left eye as he sniffled.

“That’s the most meaningful, most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me…” he told me.

“It’s true Pablo. I’ll always support you and a little yellow card doesn’t disappoint me and it shouldn’t disappoint you either because you did your best.” I kissed him on his pink plump lips.

He squeezed my waist a little as we pulled away.

“I think You are by far the nicest person I’ve ever met in my 17 years of living…” he hugged me against my bed.

“I’m glad… your the cutest and nicest I’ve ever met in my 16 years.” I kissed him.

He smiled softly as our noses touched and we had eye contact.

“My little angry bird, pablito…” I winked at him as I rubbed his sides.

“Your angry bird.” He repeated.

“MY, angry bird.” I kissed him one more time.

[batemansluvrr]

— 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲

A/N: Thank you for the 100+ followers! Here’s another fluff one-shot! Since two days ago I was at one of the Lana del Rey concerts (Italy) I absolutely got inspired. Her voice is just so magical. Also, sorry about my english!

Contains: Patrick Bateman x gn/fem/male!reader, fluff.

Synopsis: You two argued. You actually felt so guilty about it, so in the evening you simply decided to visit him at his apartment but at first, Bateman didn’t seem really happy to see you.

Word count: 1.3k+

Patrick was laying back on his bed, working from home and sipping from a glass of wine when the doorbell rang. Your expression was confused and worried, but you still managed to pronunce some words. "Patrick, It’s me! Y/n!" You didn’t even let him respond that you had already opened the door. It was strange, since it was open. When you found him in his bedroom, you couldn’t do nothing but notice that his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, leaving a slight view of his chest. You blushed at the embarrassing situation. "We.. We need to talk." You managed to say, your cheeks still red. "Can’t it wait?" Patrick immediately asked, his eyes still on the computer. He had no intention of actually talking with you, he thought that you only wanted to argue about something. It was always the same thing. He grabbed the glass of wine and took another sip.

"You don’t care, do you?" Your eyes widened as he wasn’t even looking at you. "About you getting mad over every little thing? No." Patrick shrugged nonchalantly, he knew that you would have hated his response and well, he’ll never change. He really did care, but he would never admit that. Suddenly you noticed the dark circles that were becoming even more apparent under his majestic, hazel eyes. "Are you even sleeping? God Patrick, you definitely need rest!" You grabbed his arm, trying to soften him a bit, but that seemed to not work.

"Stop mothering me. This is my job and it takes sacrifices. People think it's all a fun game but it has real consequences." Patrick immediately blurted out, while his long fingers kept typing something. You sighed and came closer to him, afraid to lose your own patience. Once you sat on the bed beside him, your hands moved to his neck, hugging him. "What about me preparing you an hot tea, hm?" You asked smiling softly. "Why the hell would I want you to make me tea? I’m working." He spoke annoyed as he grabbed your arm and removed it from his body. You couldn’t see the frustration that filled him, but the gasp that was released by your lips was a dead giveaway, even though that wasn’t going to stop you. "Please Patrick, I know we argued but we can’t do this anymore." You begged, you even wondered if he heard you, since you practically murmured those words.

Patrick finally looked up from his computer screen and glanced at you in the eyes, taking a moment to collect himself. His face softened a little and his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly he was trying to hold back his frustrations and focus. Bateman didn’t want to admit it but he felt bad, he didn’t want to be so harsh on you. “I know, I understand you’re trying to help. I’m just so fucking pissed off because of this damn job, I can’t have anyone here getting in the way.” You pecked him softly on the lips, making him close his eyes and enjoy every single second about it. "I admire your determination, really, but I want you to be happy and right now, I can tell that you’re not." You admitted, touching his shoulder. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that yesterday." You added, looking at the blanket that was covering your knees. "It’s nothing." Patrick dismissed the apology, he was honestly not that bothered by your yelling anymore, though he did appreciate the attempt. He didn’t see it as worth making an issue out of. "You just get upset easily, don’t worry about it." He added, his tone is a bit softer than before. Patrick wasn’t exactly great at making up with others, but he could try. "I know what I’m doing is crazy but I need this. I need to do this." While his low-hot voice tried to reassure you his glance returned at that computer again. You literally wanted to grab it and throw it away. After almost ten seconds your lips were connected one more time, Patrick was shocked at first but he seemed to be more than okay with that. "You need rest Patrick, that’s what you need." You admitted, caressing his cheek while a smile had formed on your angelic face. He sighed. You were right. He was exhausted but he was determined and he didn’t want to give up. It’ll take time but he wanted to work on this and make things work. "Fine, but you’re going to sleep with me tonight. It’s the least you can do after all." He smirked then embraced you, pulling you close. Your heart was officially full of joy even though you tried to not show it, falling miserably of course.

"Here, let me prepare you a tea."

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Bateman took the cup, sighing before taking a sip. The warm liquid felt great and he took a moment to relax. The tea did ease his tense muscles after all. "Thanks." He gave a simple smile before taking another sip. "You’re welcome." You smiled back. He took one last sip and set the cup to the side before standing and walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you neck and pulling you into a hug, again. He stood in silence for a moment, enjoying the contact with the person he loved. "I know things are hard right now, but I love you. That alone makes it worth it." He whispered, leaning back to look down at you. You were beautiful, his beautiful fiancée.

"You’re doing your best and I admire that." You told him, hypnotised by his mesmerising irises. "Then I guess I’m doing something right, at least in your eyes." Bateman chuckled, brushing the hair from your face and caressing your cheek. "I love you. I’m just trying my best to make us work. It’s hard for me."

"I know it is Patrick, I know. Just don’t worry, okay?" Your pure smile definitely reassured him, as he was staring in your eyes, observing your soul.

"You even wore my favorite, that shade of red is perfect." He leaned down and kissed your lips, lingering for a moment before inspecting your lipstick again. It was a deep red, almost bloody in color. It was a color that could easily be seen as intimidating or even repulsive on someone else yet on your face, on your skin tone it intrigued Patrick’s eyes. He was drawn to it and has been since he first saw you wear it, not being able to look away. You looked so beautiful to Patrick. Your smile was pure and inviting like an innocent school girl yet on your lips there was the seductive, devilish red which just highlighted your natural beauty. The color was bold, drawing attention to your lips and to the shade that couldn’t easily be ignored. Yet despite it was drawing Patrick’s attention, he wasn’t intimidated by it nor disgusted. Instead, he was lured in by the color, wanting to kiss those red lips a million times again and see how they felt.

The color lured him even more closer, almost like a seductress who has the man by her finger tips. A voice filled his head as Patrick looked at you, it was a voice demanding him to kiss you. The color was the devil in yourself, drawing him in but not scaring him. He craved to taste the red color, to see if it was like blood or something else.

After a moment he leaned in another time, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that would have made some swoon. The man's tongue found your lower lip, his hand gently caressed your neck while the other one held you tightly. His face was flushed and he was breathing deeply, enjoying every second of it. "I couldn't resist." He spoke breathlessly after pulling away, looking into your eyes once again.

"You're just too beautiful, Y/n."

[drewsbuzzcut]

please do a part 2 to the angst!!

Warnings: minor angst, mentions anxiety, mentions people making comments, mentions nausea, some frustration from Mat, and I think that’s all

Displeasure rumbles in your stomach, making you feel sick as you pace around Mat’s apartment. You feel empty, though. The lack of kiss or just overall affection from your boyfriend makes you feel incredibly empty.

You fight with yourself, tooth and nail because why is this so hard for you? Why do you feel like you shouldn’t go on about your life just because of the noise strangers will make? In all truthfulness, you don’t care about what people think. You just want this day to be perfect for Mat. It seems like it’s too late for that.

You dial Mat’s number, feeling thankful that he answers your call within the first ring.

“I’m sorry, Mat. I didn’t want you to get any unnecessary heat from me being at the game, but I’m going to go anyway. I love you and I want to support you, especially for this game,” you blurt into the phone, heading downstairs to Liana’s car.

“Y/n, come if you want to or don’t. Like I said, I’m not going to beg you. I want you to be there because you want to be. I have to go, okay?” He says into the phone, acting stoic despite the hurt he feels.

He hangs up before you can muster up the right words to say to him.

Making it to the stadium isn’t a hassle, but walking through all the fans to get to your seat is draining. You listen to their murmurs and keep your head up while ignoring them at the same time. Some fans are nice and offer smiles or hellos, but you can’t avoid the harsh words from the ones who don’t care.

Throughout the game, you stay focused on just the game. You chug back a few beers for confidence and joke around with Liana. She’s amazing at taking your mind off what’s eating away at you.

You cheer when Mat scores, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride for your man. Although you know he’s mad at you, you act as if there’s nothing wrong. Not because you’re ignorant, you’d be naive to think he’s not upset or bothered, but because you know that you’re going to make it up to him.

Once the game is over and all the islander fans trudge down the steps and out of the stadium, you anxiously make your way to the waiting area outside of the locker room. Deciding to get the ball rolling, you walk to him once you see him exit the doors.

He sees you walk over to him, hands fidgeting due to nerves. Your steps are the pace of a snail. His chest heaves from exertion, but it makes your movements falter as he finally gets close enough to you. You go to say something, but he cuts you off by pulling you into him. His lips engulf yours, tongue prodding against your bottom lip for entrance. He inhales your air and you let his mouth take control over yours. Your orange, chrome nails dig into his shoulders, his hands grip your ass over your leather pants. His tongue dominates yours, sucking it into his mouth. You let out a moan as your body melts into his. You forget where you are for a while.

“I’m mad at you,” Mat pulls away and huffs.

“I know,” you whisper breathlessly, a hand pressed to your lips that are still tingly.

“I could barely even focus out there. I am so angry with you, but I was also worried. I didn’t kiss you goodbye. I didn’t tell you that I love you, or that I really wanted you here. Then we had to go fuck this game up. I’m so pissed off right now,” he tries not to shout, but you know he’s on the verge of screaming. The veins on his body start to pop out and he gets red from the neck up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want this day to be bad. I screwed everything up. I’m sorry. I promise I’m going to make things up to you,” you speak and take your time so your voice doesn’t crack.

“I think you should head out with Liana. Maybe you shouldn’t stay with me tonight. I’ll see you sometime tomorrow,” he says, voice strained and eyes trained on you.

You nod your head, blinking your eyes to stop your tears. You didn’t expect him to just out right forgive you, but you didn’t expect him to pull away.

“Okay. I- I’ll see you. Get home safe,” you whisper and take one last look at him.

You’re not even going to try to hug or kiss him. You would break if he pulled away from you.

Mat stands there and watches you walk away. The way your shoulders noticeably move up and down with every heavy breath you take makes him feel nauseous. He’s too angry about every little thing right now, and he didn’t want to end up taking it out on you. At the same time, he wants you in his arms. He wants you to make him feel better because you know how. You always make him feel better.

“Baby, stop. Please. Please. Don’t leave, stay here with me,” he runs up behind you, an arm wrapping around your stomach to pull your back to his chest.

He leans his head against yours, feeling your cool skin and smelling your signature perfume.

You turn around, wrapping an arm around his neck. You gently caress his face, nodding your answer to him. He smiles in relief, pressing his lip to yours. It’s much more gentle this time, but it’s exactly what Mat needs.

[naychuchu]

i’m sorry but the way violet was acting after the whole marlon situation really pisses me off. even a lot of people in the fandom pissed me off, cause why are you mad at louis for having a valid reaction to watching his best friend get killed by someone he thought he could trust??? i get you’re mad about minnie but how hard is it to have a bit of empathy and be nice to your friend who just lost his best friend?? i feel like you should be able to put your feelings aside and not be kinda an ass in front of a grieving person. but they’re both traumatized teens so i can’t hate her for the way she feels and people shouldn’t hate him for the way he feels. and in my opinion, brody was just as responsible as marlon, they bear the same sin. so unless she was forced to keep it a secret, her part in it shouldn’t be ignored. but it’s just so frustrating to rewatch the game and see how louis is treated by the characters and the fandom for being human.

also this is not a violet hate post so don’t come over here being toxic and homophobic.