#Oh I completely glanced over the pretty part thank you ;w;

[foxgirlmoth]

If only I had a pretty trans woman mutual to teach me how to play terraria 👉👈😳

I've beaten the game so many times, come take my paw and I'll go in depth about how you can stretch out your time in Terraria to fit whatever your play style is.

[screampied]

your writing is so amazing I’m begging you to write anything for nanami

❤︎ ໋𓈒 ex husband nanami who fucks like he can’t live without you

warnings. fem! reader, ex husband nanami, mating press, breeding kink, praise kink, slight whiney nanami. mdni.

an. thank u bb!! xo i want him so bad

ex husband nanami that’s completely infatuated with you. he’s never stopped fully loving you—you probably never stopped him either. his touch against you was gentle, he’d watch as you’d try to cover your face with your hand. beneath him, nanami lets off a grunt with a idle hand pressing against your tummy.

“nono, don’t do that,” he whispers, the feeling of his wedding ring he’d never take off skims against your skin. “i wanna see my wife before she makes another mess on me.”

wife.

a term he’d always call you, despite the two of you not exactly being together. yet you’d always find yourself back in nanami’s arms, in his bed.. vice versa.

“k-kento,” you’d gasp, each thrust he creates has the bed creaking and creaking. you gawk as nanami once he grabs your hand to kiss it. twice, the softness of his lips that ran against your skin made your heart swoon. “fuck, you’re so—big.”

“perfect size for you, sweetheart,” he sighs, and he picks the position specifically just to see your face…purely to study your facial expressions, planting a plethora of kisses all over your face. “god, you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.”

he was so thick, stretching you out with such ease like an elastic band—your walls forevermore clamped against him and you bit the inside of your cheek with your eyes rolling back. “so just let me show you, sweetheart.”

as nanami maintained a thorough pace, he was visibly sweating a bit.. not much to your surprise.

beads of it ran down the side of his partly arched eyebrows, his jawline was perfectly sharp each time he clenched his jaw and it was unintentionally sexy.

“w-woman, whenever you look at me like that…” he groans.

the way your walls gripped him oh so tight, it left him speechless. nanami had your legs just dangling in the air as he’s hitting against your cunt with such sloppy erotic thrusts.

your ears ring vividly as your lip trembles in pleasure. “makes me wanna give you another baby.”

“do it then, kento.” you moaned, and for a second the two of you make direct eye contact. his heart pounds and nanami gives you a soft glance.

a sheepish grin going across his pink lips. he lets off a moan right against your ear, “…baby, i just might. ‘m so pent up ‘n full for you. should give you triplets this time. i always adored how you looked with a pretty rounded tummy.”

his brutal hits against you, the way he pivots his hips each time, you’re left with your mouth dumbly dangling open, nails carving into his skin. “oh my g-god, kento. keep hitting me right there, pleasepleaseee.”

he’s plugging into you with such soft force, your legs nearly give out. nanami’s low husky grunts against your ear makes you throb for more.

“i will,” he mutters, grabbing your hand to give it another kiss. “you’re so pretty like this. am i making you feel good? speak to me, my love.”

all that escaped from your lips was a soft, “mhm.”

“that’s all you can give me?” he teases, leaning in to plant a soft kiss near your mouth. nanami’s fingers graciously ghosts against the middle part of your neck. he swipes a thumb against it, smothering you with kisses until he left you gasping for air. his dick reached the deepest parts of you, the curve he had fully expanding into you and you’re just a whiney mess. “my wife’s never been this soft spoken.”

“i— i’m gonna cummm,” you babbled, a sensitive cluster of nerves brewing up from the inside. “kento. ‘s gonna—”

as he’s buried into you, he lets off a soft whine at the way your cunt tugged against him. the filthy wet sounds between your legs created reverberated across the room.

“look at me, look at me.” your eyes dart towards him and his smile was so warm and gentle. you feel the way every few seconds his cock was disappear inside your folds, in and out and your eyes just rolled and rolled. “you drive me insane,” he grumbles, his thrusts began to become more unkept and dirty. his fingers intertwine with yours before he whispers in a broken voice. “marry me again.”

“kento,” you moaned, and he stares deeply into your eyes, bringing a few more kisses towards the center of your mouth. you found yourself speechless, forever being coddled with his warmth from how he’s just so gentle with you. his weight gingerly hovered against you before he lets off a sigh, stroking your cheek. “re-marry?”

he lets off a grunt once he feels your droopy legs just brush all against his back. you’re constantly moving all because of him and it makes him smile. “i’d give anything just to see you in a pretty white dress a-again.”

for a split second, his words gets cut off and he laments lowly at how your pussy gripped him tightly with much needed force. “sweetheart, ‘m gonna fill you…you want that?”

“please,” you whined, practically hugging his back. this position was so lewd — nanami always expressed his love for mating press, it was so affectionate not to mention intimate. he’d always have a good enough excuse just to see your cute expressions right when you were about to orgasm.

“anything for my girl,” he murmurs into your neck, and his voice gets a bit pitchy — whiney even. forlorn and almost desperate, he was trembling on his words from how sensitive you had him, a nanami you don’t think you’ve ever experienced this version with. “so full for you,” he whispers, licking a strick up your neck before claiming your hands against with his.

you feel his ring graze against your palm as he’s quickening his pace just a tad bit. “just for you though, j-just for you.”

once nanami cums, it’s so thick. lengthy ropes spew into your cunt and your legs were left twitching, just clinging onto his waist. nanami’s softly panting against your ear, murmuring how gorgeous you were, how pretty you looked, and most importantly….how charming you’d look with your tummy plump for him again.

“come here,” you’d moan, picking up nanami’s head so he could face you directly. you’d hastily bring him into a warm kiss and he returns in, swabbing a thumb across your cheek before he groans into your mouth.

nanami’s heart raced—you were forever perfect in his eyes, each second the kiss lasted, he craved more of you. still buried inside of you, you feel his palm softly press down against your tummy and you moan. the moment he pulls away, nanami takes off his ring before placing it inside of your hand, kissing your hand afterwards.

“think about it, for me?”

[junicult]

!! showering w the bachelors for the first time

contains ; mostly fluff. fem!farmer. some suggestive parts. making out. newly established relationships. nsfw in sebastian’s, implied in shane’s & alex’s. afab!farmer. brief mention of fingering. not proofread, will later.

note ; i intended for this to be entirely sfw i swear

harvey.

- the honeymoon phase.

- where he doesn’t even live with you, yet he’s at your house nearly every night, or sometimes vise versa.

- when he uses your stove (with permission) to make you both dinner to share after you’ve finished work.

- where you’re still so in love all you wanna do is gaze into each others eyes and kiss until you can’t breathe.

- that’s exactly what kind of phase you’re in.

- and it’s been a long time since he’s been in that phase.

- you sorta have a whole routine atp.

- whenever he comes over, you make it a plan to wrap up work quickly & spend the evening with him,

- which is why you felt so guilty when you lost track of time, backpack full of rocks and geodes you couldn’t wait for clint to break open the next morning.

- when you glanced down at your watch, you nearly jumped ten feet in the air like a cartoon lmfao

- and you’ll definitely regret running up the ladder one level before you reached another button on the elevator—but right now, you weren’t even focused on that.

- by the time you made it back to your house, a mere two hours after you told harvey you’d be back, it was pitch-black outside.

- thankfully, he didn’t leave. instead, he stood scrubbing the dishes clean, before whipping around at the sudden swing of your front door.

- “harvey! i’m so sorry, i lost track of ti—“

- “oh thank yoba you’re okay,” he sighs, (u already know he wanted to call someone to check up on u but he didn’t want to seem controlling😭😭)

- and he didn’t waste a second to meet you at the door, scanning you just to see if you were injured.

- “i’m fine, i’m fine, just got way too distracted. did you make dinner? did you have to eat alone?? oh, i’m so so sorry i didn’t mean to—“

- ur word vomit is making him fall in love with you even more. two peas in a pod🫶🫶

- then it’s just back and forth of you constantly questioning and reassuring each other for a few moments.

- “but you made such a nice meal for me, and i kept you waiting, i just—i’m so sorry—“

- “sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m not mad,” he almost chuckles, holding you close.

- as soon as he established you’re not hurt or injured, he’s no longer stressed.

- he understands what it’s like getting carried away at work, so who is he to ever be mad at you for that?

- after you ate and assured him you were fine, that’s when you mentioned it.

- “i’m pretty dirty from the mines, i was gonna shower. make up for lost time with me?”

- his mind doesn’t inherently go to sexual things.

- honestly, he was just excited you wanted to.

- he also doesn’t give a fuck that he took a shower earlier. he just wants to spend time with you lol.

- although ik he’s all organized and has like a little routine where you both keep taking turns under the spray LMFAO

- like you get in first, rinse yourself off, then switch with him while you soap yourself up, switch & rinse, switch and apply shampoo, switch, etc, you get it.

- it’s so fucking funny LMAO.

- but the entire time you’re making casual conversation, some little comments about how much you missed each other, things like that.

- he loves how you look in the shower. not even bc ur naked, it’s just a vulnerable way to see the person you love, and there’s nothing sexual in the way he’s looking at you.

- even when you tug on his neck to pull him down for a kiss, he’s just swooning over your affections.

- unless the implication, or intention of sex came before the shower…he’s probably not approaching anything with that.

- it’s a completely different story if you’ve had a ton of tension all day,

- constantly making passing remarks that make his palms sweat, but unable to go any further because of your busy day,

- and you leave him all hot and bothered until you come home in the evening, and ask him to join you in the shower.

- that’s when he forgets all about the little routine.

sam.

- ah, the start to ur most important routine.

- honestly, i feel like you were the one who started it all.

- the whole, “every time you shower, we shower together” thing.

- at least, that’s what it becomes once you move in together. but before that, anytime he was over & you needed to shower, he’d totally join in.

- it’s not even sexual. there’s only like a 30% chance you’ll end up having sex, or even just do foreplay whenever you shower together.

- he’s just so clingy, and he craves the closeness after he realized how much he enjoyed you being there the first time.

- you both were quietly laying together, watching the tv wordlessly, just enjoying each others company after you two decided he should spend the night.

- which then prompted in him asking, “do you think i could use the shower? i smell bad.” he frowns after taking a whiff of his arm.

- you giggle. “i think you smell good, but go ahead. i don’t have your soap, though.”

- like he could care lmfao.

- “thanks!” he just grins, hopping on his feet and giving you a little kiss on the forehead before he skips off.

- you give it like 5 minutes before you decide u miss him too much (attachment issues😞)

- “sam…y’think you got room for two in there?” you knock before creeping the door open.

- he peeks his shampoo’d head from behind the shower curtain. “you wanna come in?”

- “is that okay?”

- u might’ve just asked him to marry you.

- his whole face lights up, grinning wide and opening the curtain wider as he steps to the side. “the more the merrier!”

- he doesn’t even care ur naked. there’s nothing sexual running through his mind, he’s just excited you’re standing with him rn. now he doesn’t have to rush to go see you.

- he even steps to the side to give you the chance to soak your hair under the spray.

- it’s easily just a little awkward at first.

- you’ve had sex before, that’s not why it’s awkward,

- only because it’s the first time you two are seeing each other completely naked without any intention of sexual advancement. not that it would be such a burden if you did, but neither of you want to.

- while you drench your hair, he can’t help but smile lovingly at the sight of water droplets all over your skin.

- he could easily be thinking about how much fun it’d be to have sex right here, but he’s too focused on how this might actually be his favorite thing you’ve ever done together.

- like minutes of silence pass, nothing but the water running and he’ll just lean in and press a kiss on your temple or shoulder.

- it’s not bc he’s trying to hint at something,

- he just wanted to do it, and he doesn’t really overthink the things he wants to do.

- but the affection makes you smile, and by how pure it was, it doesn’t send any false messages.

- it really doesn’t last that long. probably about 15 minutes of you both washing off and short displays of affection.

- yet it clung to you both so well, that it just became the routine you never skipped out on.

shane.

- it definitely just happened naturally.

- ur relationship at first was strictly sexual.

- to the rest of the town, no one even knew you guys even spoke. which, to be fair, there wasn’t much talking between u two anyways💀💀

- but i wanna say that was only for a couple weeks.

- it was still super slow and progressive. your conversations went from short & passing, to getting to know each other a little more. but the sex was still there.

- it went from instead of him leaving right after you finished, you’d stay up and talk for a couple hours.

- to waking up together, to spending the day together, etc etc.

- now ur relationship was approaching friends w benefits category. except it was unspoken, but neither of you wanted to be friends at this point.

- despite all of this, you’ve still never showered together.

- until you spent the whole day working outside. you feel gross, sticky, and sweaty. he just so happened to stick around after you started working.

- ur checking in on your animals he just follows you lol.

- before u both knew it, the sun was coming down and he spent the whole day helping you.

- the thing was, neither of you wanted to mention it. you were both nervous even bringing it up would spark the implication of wanting him to leave.

- which was not the case.

- not to mention, he’s a huge help. when u passed him ur axe to chop down trees, you almost couldn’t look away 🤷‍♀️

- so after you’ve finished, sun starting to set and sweat dripping from your temples—he’s still standing with you.

- “i feel gross, i’m gonna shower.” you frown, plucking your clothes away from your sticky skin.

- ofc he’s thinking it.

- but he doesn’t have time to make a sly comment before you shoot one over your shoulder, “there’s room for two, y’know.”

- say no more, he’s following close behind you throwing off his shirt.

- “thought you said there was room for two, there’s hardly room for one.” he snorts, squeezing himself beside you in the cramped space.

- “oh c’mon, you’ve never had a problem with making it fit.”

- he’s gonna lose his mind.

- u don’t really waste any time LMFAO

- drenching your hair under the spray before you look over at him,

- and you both just lean in cus it’s unspoken, but obvious you guys aren’t in there just to shower.

- he’s quick to slotting his hands at the small of your back, while you wrap yours around his neck and press yourself against him.

- …not much showering gets done, i’ll just say that.

sebastian.

- i feel like sebastian spends more nights at your house then he does at his own at this point.

- he’s not the type to get super attached very easily, even getting to the step of sleeping together took a while.

- but after it happened, he found your little cottage so comfortable. he liked waking up to you in the morning, and falling asleep in your arms at night.

- the only reason he goes home is to work.

- and the minute he finishes up, he heads back over.

- honestly, if he could pack up his computer and leave it at your house, then he’d never leave—which is probably why you made it clear he can’t do that.

- your relationship is already committed.

- i don’t really think he’d wanna sleep with you if hadn’t discussed a romantic relationship.

- anyways, i feel like bc of this, he’s already showered at your place lol.

- you were too busy to ask, and he knew you wouldn’t mind, so he just jumped in and took a quick shower.

- hours after you already started your chores for the day, he woke up & just sniffed his shirt and winced a little.

- he also did some laundry (for your sake).

- so then it kinda just became a, “hey, do you mind if i take a quick shower?” while you were preoccupied.

- sometimes you’d be the one to ask. like if you were lying together, on your bed in your house, you’d turn to him and say the same thing.

- it never rly occurred to either of u that you could knock out two birds with one stone🤷‍♀️

- one evening you were exhausted. you smelled horrible, you could already tell. you had spent nearly the entire day down in the mines, just covered in dirt and rubble, stinking like sweat yet he still kissed you when you came in.

- “i need to shower,” you groan, still accepting his kiss.

- ugh but he’s already spent the majority of the day without you, why are you going to deprive him of more?

- “i think you smell fine,” he tries his best to persuade, but you won’t budge.

- pressing against his chest, you giggle, “you know that’s not true. i’ll only be a few minutes, promise.”

- he’s honestly so clingy, literally tugging on your arm as you try to walk away and following behind you like a lost puppy.

- and suddenly, “i could use a shower too…” despite him using it earlier.

- you look at him for a second, narrowing your eyes, before you tease, “yeah, you could.”

- he’s much like sam, just less openly enthusiastic.

- when you tell him to get the water running, he’s only nodding, but it’s not hard to miss the way he’s turning to start the water so quick.

- and how he’s undressing like he has somewhere to be, despite presenting so nonchalant about it.

- for him, it’s just a better reason to be so close to you. he likes when you’re around.

- it really depends on how much he was missing you, but for the most part i don’t think it ever leads to anything sexual.

- sure, he stands back to let you rinse yourself off and his eyes wander, but that’s about as much that’ll happen if neither of you are in the mood.

- and even then, if you end up wanting to have sex, it hardly ever happens in the shower. most is just foreplay.

- which he is never opposed to.

- i’ve said it once, i’ll say it a million more times,

- he lovesss fingering you.

- and lowkey, if you’re intending on having sex and starting with foreplay in the shower…phew.

- gently pressing you against the shower wall, the water running all down his back but he doesn’t even care,

- and his lips are making out with yours, which are sloppy in response while his fingers press against that spot inside of you that has your neck craning and moans spilling…

- that’s what he wants when he’s been missing you and joins you in the shower.

alex.

- i actually think he’s similar to sam too.

- he’s a huge fan of showering together.

- for starters, he’s the kind of man who makes himself at home very quickly💀💀

- even when you guys weren’t even dating yet, still just in that getting to know each other and hanging out regularly phase.

- when you’d plan for him to come over once you finished up work and spend time w each other casually.

- the cocky side of him just took your hospitality as flirting.

- which, i mean, isn’t unbelievably far off. you do like him.

- but it was probably like his second time over at your house, and he just casually asked if he could take a shower.

- you might’ve raised an eyebrow, but you still said sure.

- so then it became a pretty normal thing. he never took longer then 10 minutes, so you could appreciate that.

- after you both started dating, and had seen each other naked, it became much more casual.

- the transition between not showering together, to showering together was so subtle.

- it just started with you showering, and he needed to pee so he’d just come in and, well, pee.

- then he’d be showering but you still needed to brush your teeth and do your skincare, so you hung out in the bathroom.

- and pretty soon it was so normal that when you asked if he wanted to join you one evening—you didn’t even think much of it.

- it wasn’t until you were midway through washing your body when you realized he was doing the same thing beside you.

- it was just like a, ‘oh, okay, this is normal now’ kind of realization.

- “can you pass me the shampoo?” like he was asking for the salt at the dinner table.

- it just felt natural, especially after he moved in.

- it became a thing you both do together.

- literally a part of your nightly routine. when you were ready to shower, you’d let him know and he’d start the water while you got undressed.

- so since it was your nightly routine, i feel like the longer you’re together, showering together and having sex doesn’t really pair up.

- you shower 9/10 times together. there’s no way you’d be able to keep up (he can tho lol)

- but that doesn’t mean it’s rare.

- he loves looking at you when you’re naked. no shame.

- there could be zero sexual energy between you two at the moment, and he’s still looking you up and down, admiring.

- he can’t help it! he doesn’t even have to be turned on for his body to react to yours.

- “are you hard right now?” you laugh almost like you’re making fun of him.

- and his response will always be, “well duh,” because you just have that affect on him.

elliott.

- another man that loves to shower with you.

- well…yes he likes to shower together, but he’s definitely a bigger fan of bathing together.

- i’ll get to that in a minute.

- your relationship progressed very steadily. it wasn’t until after a few dates when you actually slept together.

- once you had sex though, i feel like it opened you up into being much more comfortable around each other.

- spending time constantly, always inviting him over, allowing him to see you in more vulnerable ways like in your pj’s or all dirty.

- he approached the idea first, i feel like.

- you’ve been having a stressful week, working nearly every hour you were awake, and you had complained about it prior.

- so he just wanted to help you relax, setting up a nice bath with candles and bath salts and anything to help you relax.

- he’s so sweet about it too, not even intending on joining you until you clasped your hands together and asked him to.

- “join me, please. i’ve hardly seen you all week.”

- and he’s all ears.

- sitting in the opposite end, either sitting in peaceful silence or listening to you recap your day.

- i lowkey think he’d bathe you LMFAO

- like hear me out, he’s offering to wash your hair and he’s all delicate with it, giving you a whole head massage and dipping a cup of water to rinse it out.

- kissing your neck and shoulders, pampering you while you don’t even care to protest.

- and even if you did, he wouldn’t allow it. not when you’re all he wants to focus on right now.

- and despite him loving to bathe with you, i feel like his shower routine is so intensive and meticulous that it’s not often you shower together.

- he never minds your company, i promise you that.

- i just firmly believe he’s a morning showerer and you don’t really have the time for that in the morning.

- if you were to ask for him to join you, i don’t think he’d turn you down. he’d just stand away from the spray and tie his hair back so it doesn’t get wet LOL

- but he’s all for spending as much time as he can get with you.

[sturncrazy]

STUCK🔥

part 1

matt sturniolo x fem reader (no use of y/n)

(anyone else is green )

warnings: SMUT 18+ (part two will be major smut this is the warm up🫣)

summary: you and your friend matt are arguing while coming back from a event and are faced with heightened tensions when the elevator of the hotel gets stuck…

authors note: i was INSPIRED by the sam & colby colab i had IDEAS. so this is gonna be a 2 part!! and guys just roll w me — let’s pretend matt wouldn’t be in fetal position crying if an elevator fr got stuck.

word count: 2,060

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you fussed with the back of your dress desperately trying to reach for its zipper. bodycon dresses like this should’ve been used for torture. finally giving up on completing the task alone, you banged on the door to the adjoining room.

your best friend matt had asked you to be his plus one to a party for one of the various influencer acquaintances of him and his brothers. chris and nick had other plans for the night, and there was no way matt would ever go to any social event alone. so he’d asked you to join. plus he knew you’d love getting all dressed up and even getting to spend the night at a nice hotel covered by the party host.

“WHAT?” shouted matt from the other side of the door

“MAAAATTT i can’t get my dress zipped! help!” you whined back continuing to pound your fist against the frame.

“Okay—just a second”

you jiggled the door handle, impatiently. it swung open to a flustered half ready matt. his soft brown locks were tousled in front of his eyes. he was wearing a white button up, but had only managed to button a couple of the lower ones in his rushed state, exposing his lean and muscular chest. your eyes haphazardly glanced down.

“going for a new slutty look?” you mocked

“oh shut up. you have the patience of a two year old” he shot back as he buttoned the rest of his shirt. you snorted.

“well” he said raising his eyebrows at you

“turn around”

you spun your back to him as his fingers snapped up your zipper.

“thank youuu” you said turning around with a smile. matt’s gaze trailed down from your face and over your figure that was hugged tightly by the black sparkly fabric that stopped only inches below your waist.

“what?” you laughed, confused by his quietness.

“oh-uh-nothing-“ he stuttered, turning away to grab his tie

“am i dressed wrong?”

“no-no you-you look really great” he said with a half smile.

“cmon let’s head out i’ll call us a car”

the party was loud and ridiculously flashy. Matt mingled with people he knew while you stuck a few feet behind. most of the people at events like this had no interest in talking to a no one like you. over an hour had passed and you were just about to ask matt when was a socially acceptable time to head out when you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to see a tall man smiling down at you.

“so why did no one tell me about the competition to bring the prettiest date?” he asked

“the—what?” you stuttered

“i’m joking! but whoever brought you tonight would’ve won”

“oh—thank you?” you felt your cheeks flush slightly

“so who did?” he questioned with a smirk

“i’m sorry?”

“bring you here tonight? who’s your date”

“oh! oh matt did! but not date im just his friend” you nervously giggled

“so what im hearing is your not spoken for?” you had to admit this man was charming and the first interesting thing since being at this party, so you figured what was the harm in entertaining him. as you continued to make flirtatious small talk you felt eyes on you. you whipped around to see matt from a nearby corner staring at you, clearly paying no attention to the two girls talking at him. you gave him a smile, but his blank expression didn’t waiver. it struck you as weird, but you figured he was probably just zoning out.

about 45 minutes of flirting had quickly changed from fun to monotonous. you were preparing to excuse yourself to “go to the bathroom” when a tight grip latched onto your upper arm.

“I wanna leave” matt said flatly in your ear

“wha—oh okay” matt headed for the door, leaving you behind. you said a rushed goodbye and chased after him.

“matt—wait!” he stopped and turned to look at you.

“what the hell?” you said catching up

“didn’t know if you were coming. cars almost here”

matt’s jaw was visibly clenched in the dim lighting of the car. he stared straight ahead not speaking. it was only about a 6 minute drive to the hotel but it felt like a eternity. the hotel lobby was empty as it was past 2 in the morning.

“what’s wrong?” you finally asked as the elevator door shut behind the two of you.

“nothings wrong”

“bullshit. you’re acting weird”

“nope. guess i’m just tired” he said still refusing to look at you

“no i know you and you—“ you were cut off by the sound of your phone going off

“that your new friend from the party?” matt snarked

“my what? what are you talking about?”

“that guy who was all over you”

“guy—is that what’s making you act all weird?—“ suddenly the floor beneath you jolted. the elevator had stopped moving.

“you gotta be fucking kidding me” matt muttered

“did the elevator just break?”

“fucking perfect” he said with an exasperated laugh. you frantically began pressing the help button.

“Hello front desk—“

“Hi—yeah—um the elevator is stuck—“

“Hi ma’am—yes we’re aware—my apologies maintenance has been informed”

“How soon will they be here?”

“within a half hour—“

“A HALF HOUR?”

“I’m so sorry miss, we send the majority of staff home around midnight. were handling this best we can—“

“Okay. I understand. just please as soon as possible”

you backed up to lean against the wall where matt had already settled. silence again.

“well you’re stuck with me now” you attempted to joke

“yup” matt said coldly

“matt seriously? do you have a history with that guy or something”

“it’s not the guy thats my problem”

“oh so what? i’m the problem”

“i didn’t say that—“

“well you implied it—can you look at me?” you snapped. matt turned his face to you.

“i don’t like watching some guy all over you okay—”

“I had no idea that you cared about that sorta thing i mean girls are all over you—“

“of course I fucking care—“

“but why—“ your sentence was halted by matt’s right hand harshly grabbing your waist and his left hand holding onto your cheek, pulling your body flush to his and your faces only a sliver apart.

“because tell me you haven’t felt anything between us. and i’ll stop right now if you do and forget this ever happened. tell me you don’t feel anything for me right now.” he said in a gravely whisper, the warm air of his breath caressing your lips. your eyes flitted back and forth across his that starred hungrily at your lips, pupils blown. without thinking you smashed your lips against his, closing the little space left between you. matt froze for a second before passionately joining you in the kiss. his hand wrapped around to your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him as the other latched itself into your hair. your tongues began to entwine with one and other, battling for dominance. Matt pulled gently on your lower lip with his teeth, before unlocking his lips with yours. you stared up at him breathlessly, not wanting to have stopped. he smirked at the slightly helpless expression on your face before using his grip in your hair to tug your head back to expose your neck. he lowered his lips to give you a sloppy warm kiss on your delicate skin. you let out a soft sigh and matt took this moment of weakness as an opportunity to push you up against the back wall. he continued to pull and kiss at your neck and collar bone, his hands digging into the skin around your hips. heat had began to form between your legs and you let out an involuntary moan as matt bit down on your flesh. one of your legs wrapped around his. he inhaled sharply and looked back up at you.

“careful—you might start something you don’t mean to” he panted

“i know exactly what i wanna start” you whispered before pulling him by his tie back to your lips. you rolled your hips up against him.

“oh you’re in for it now” he groaned against your mouth, pressing his crotch against you. your dress had now pathetically rolled up almost to your hipbones. matt pressed his clothed bulge between your legs, creating friction against your now exposed thong. you were practically dripping at the feeling. his strong hands slid down to your bare ass cheeks and squeezed the plush flesh as he continued to grind himself against you. soft sounds of pleasure tumbled from your mouth.

“your moans are even sexier then i imagined” he huffed against your neck

“yeah? you like hearing me moan for you, matty?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck

“just hearing you does something to me”

“what does it do to you?” you said innocently. he lifted his head to look you in the eye. he moved one of his hands from your ass on top of your own delicate smaller hand which he then guided down his own torso. the two of you panting like wild animals against each other at the insufferable tension as your hand got lower and lower.

“why don’t you find out for yourself” he whispered as your hand finally reached his covered crotch. your eyes still locked to his, you pressed your palm against his hard on. the feeling of his size alone sent tingles through your body. he moaned at the contact. you repeated the motion. his eyes rolled back into his head. watching him like this was addictive.

“fuck—feels so good—“ he sighed out

“been hard all night cause of you”

“you have?”

“second i saw you in that dress all i could think about was fucking you”

“you thought about fucking me?” you teased. matt grabbed your wrist.

“all the time.” his eyes trailed down your heaving chest to your slightly parted legs, the delicate lace of your thong just visible. he let go of your wrist and ran his fingers from your hip over the top of your thigh to the waist band of your underwear and halted.

“you ever thought about fucking me”

“maybe” you teased, still trying to keep some composure. he lowered his touch expertly to your clit. you bit your lip.

“do you ever touch yourself when you think about me” matt began to drag his finger tips up and down your barely covered slit.

“sometimes”

“does it make you wet” he began to pull the fabric of your thong to the side. you let out a gasp as the cool air hit your exposed folds. you nodded slightly

“nuh uh. i wanna hear you say it.”

“say what”

“tell me i make you wet.“

“you make me so wet matt— i want you so bad—-“

“good girl” he said giving you a light kiss

“and good girls get rewarded” he hummed against your lips as he began to push two fingers into your leaking entrance. you let out a loud moan as you felt his digits begin to rhythmically penetrate your core. you clawed at his flexed biceps

“oh—god—matt—“ you whined

“you like that, beautiful?” he cooed into your ear

“so fucking much” matt began to pick up the pace. you felt a knot in the pit of your stomach start to form.

“shit—i’m close—“ right as the words tumbled from your lips the floor beneath you jolted once more. you and matt shared a panicked look as you both scrambled to collect yourself as the elevator retook its motion. you frantically yanked your dress back down just in time for the doors to slide back open. a hotel employee greeted you

“I am so incredibly sorry about this my sincere apologies. We’ll be comping a part of your stay—“

“oh really it’s fine. we weren’t paying for ourselves to begin with” you brushed off

“still if there’s any way we can make this up to you. let me assist you back to your rooms-what’re the numbers?“ he said hurrying down the hall. you opened your mouth to answer but felt matt yank at your list

“were both in 611, actually” matt barked. you raised an eyebrow at him.

“oh im not done with you yet.”

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ending note:

HEY YALLLLLLLL

IM BACK BABY!!

i’m so sorry i went MIA! i had the craziest last two months of my life and then to top it off i got hit w food poisoning and was in the ER sooooo BUT ANYWAYS IM BACK NOW AND BETTER THAN EVER!

hope u guys like this one i started it like a month ago SO it’s FINALLY coming along. PART TWO SOON

and she’s gonna be FILTHY

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Study Break

Feb, Request-6

In which Y/N asks Spencer’s help with studying and they get a little carried away

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (library), Sub!spencer, soft/nice dom!reader, handjob(m rec), fingering(f rec), shy!spencer, praise, finger sucking, both reader and Spencer are over 18 years old!!!! He doesn’t ever say he’s a virgin but you can defo tell so virgin!spencer

Spencer could stare at her all day.

She was so pretty with her pencil between her teeth. The white jumper she had pulled over her black tank top fell off of her shoulder, showing more skin than Spencer could handle.

“So, existentialism is rooted in the philosophical idea that humans have free choice, and because of that free choice, we can create purpose and meaning in our lives. Existential theory suggests that we have a choice in who we desire to be.” Y/N read from the text book. She sighed and groaned, leaning back in her chair.

Spencer stared at her smooth skin that glowed under the light of the secluded section on the campus library.

She opened one of her eyes. “Need somethin’ Spence?” She asked, her voice sweet. Spencer swallowed and shook his head. “We’ll thanks for agreeing to help me study.” She sat up. “You’re like the smartest guy here.”

“Y-you’re w-Welcome.” He said quietly, clearing his throat, looking away from her.

She looked at him, trying to get him to make eye contact with her. “Why won’t you look at me?” She asked with a small, innocently seductive smile on her face.

He gulped again and glanced at her thighs that showed from her skirt. “I- you uh… you’re really pretty.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Aw that’s sweet, Spence.” She smiled. “So, I make you nervous?” She asked, her fingers dancing on his knee. “That why you won’t look at me?”

Spencer bit his lip and nodded a little, glancing at her hand on his knee. He looked up and stared at the lazy smirk she held on her lips.

“You’re pretty too, did you know that?” She asked in a hushed tone. His eyes were still on her lips as he shook his head.

Her hand reached up and grabbed his chin, lifting his head so his eyes were on hers again. Her other hand was still sliding up his thigh. “Is this okay? I’ll stop if you want.”

He shook his head, his heartbeat picking up. “I… I don’t want you to stop.”

She smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips softly as her hand slid over his crotch area. He tended and kissed her back shyly.

She pulled away from him and stared at his red face. “You’re a good kisser.” She nodded, taking her hand off of his face. “You ever kissed anybody before now?”

He nodded. “A… long time ago.” He nodded.

Y/N jutted her bottom lip. “Has anybody ever…touched you?” She asked.

Spencer shrugged. “Touched me?”

She smiled at him. “You know… made you feel real good.” He shook his head now understanding what she was talking about. “Why don’t we take a study break, huh?”

He bit his lip and nodded.

“I can make you feel real good if you want.” She asked, her shoulders raising a little as she leaned forward to kiss his neck. He bit his lip and glanced around.

They were in the back part of the library, a place where no one really went.

He nodded again as Y/N’s lips kissed his neck. “Tell me you want me to make you feel good, Spence.” She whispered, gently biting his ear.

“I w-want you make me feel good, Y/N.” He shuddered as her teeth grazed the skin on his neck.

She sat back in her chair and slowly lifted one foot up, setting it on the empty space on Spencer’s chair. Her skirt rode up, almost completely showing her panties and Spencer diverted his eyes.

“Oh, Spence. You can look if you’d like.” She nodded, scooting closer to him, her knee bending causing more of the skirt to flip up.

He gulped as he looked down at her shiny smooth legs before trailing up to her white panties.

She leaned forward again to press her lips against his as her fingers played with the zipper on his slacks. “I’ve never met a boy who dresses as nicely as you, Spencer.” She whispered in between kisses. “Never met a boy who looks so cute in glasses either.” She smirked against his mouth.

She finally pulled the zipper down and Spencer’s body froze a little. “You gotta be quiet for me, Spence. We are in a library after all.”

She kissed him again as she reached into his pants and palmed him lightly. His chest rose and fell faster and his breaths were beginning to turn audible.

Y/N felt his already hard length under her hand. She bit Spencer’s lip before sliding her tongue into his mouth. She hummed at the tease of his minty fresh and pulled away still palming him through his underwear.

“You need more baby?” She asked, seeing his mouth fall open a bit. He nodded. “You give and you get.” She told him, grabbing his hand and guiding it underneath her skirt. “Do you know what I want you to do?” She asked.

Spencer shook his head. He truly didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t even think he comprehended the words correctly because he was too distracted by the fact that he was touching her and she was wet.

“I want you to move rub me. Make me feel good.” She breathed kissing him slowly. Spencer’s hesitantly began to rub hr clit over her panties, afraid he would do it wrong. Her hand moved a little faster against his hard on. “Is it okay if I touch you under the boxers?” She asked, kissing his jaw.

“Y-yes.” He whispered. “And c-can I… t-touch you under your Um… panties?” He asked shyly. He was close just thinking about how good her pretty hand would look wrapped around his cock.

“Of course you can, baby.” She smiled. Her hand dipped below his waistband and she took his cock out. He hissed and shakily moved her underwear to the side.

His cold fingers made contact with her clit and she let out a moan, stifled by his shoulder. She bit down on it and started to moved her hand up and down around his dick. “You have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.” She nodded.

Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and kept his lips clamped shut as he felt her hand move faster. His fingers circled her clit a little faster and she moaned, lifting her head off of his shoulder and looking at him. “You can put them in if you want to, baby. I would love to feel your fingers.”

“I- i don’t know how.” He said, a little embarrassed but quickly letting the feeling was away as her thumb ran over the tip of his cock, spreading.

“It’s really easy.” She nodded, kissing him. “All you gotta do is push them in and out. It feels really good.” She smiled. She used her other hand that wasn’t pumping his dick to bend three of his fingers down, leaving the pointer and middle out. Her mouth dropped open as she guided them down to her entrance.

“Go ahead, baby. Put your fingers in me.” She instructed.

She gasped quite loudly when he did as she told him to. “L-like this?”

“Yeah, baby just like that, fuck—“

He started to thrust them in and out as her hand moved faster around his length. He bit his lip trying to hold in his loud moans.

“You’re doing so good for me.” She moaned quietly. “Fuck, baby you’re a natural.” She kissed his lips. “You’re gonna make me come,” She smiled as her hand worked faster.

“M-me too. I’m gonna c—“ He was cut off when she gasped and he couldn’t control it anymore. He came all over her hand just as she came all over his.

She looks up at him and then down at his dick. “You’re so sexy, Spence.” She smiled.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to I just couldn’t h-hold it—“ She interrupted him by pulling his fingers out of her and putting them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them. He tilted his head and his mouth dropped open again.

“What, you want a taste?”

He hummed and nodded.

“You’re gonna have to wait for next time.”

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I—

Baby Spencer is such a sub. Like bro whimpers, bro begs—

Anyway! Thanks for the request!! I love ya to the moon and back!!

Also more or the sick surprise series is gonna come out! I’m so glad y’all liked that one :)))

Feel free to request anything you’d like!

[judeswhore]

Bsf!Jude being drunk out his mind and he’s telling you everything on his mind and getting upset when you leave him, touchy, all that. Walking back to your booth with a drunk Jude clinging to your waist and sitting down before he gets you and your friends kicked out because he’s almost caused a fight. he’s just staring at you likes he’s starstruck and when you ask him what’s wrong he’s telling you everything “you’re just so pretty, you go on and on about boys like I’m not right here?? We’re so close anyway, why you don’t you just date me? You even change in front of me too. Oh, and you have nice tits.”

And that’s when you cover his mouth. thank God it was loud in the club because your 2 friends across the table would’ve heard. Imagine if the other 4 were here?? You’re really taking this into deep thought and trying to connect the dots because you’re always changing in front of him and you’ve caught him staring before, you always tell him about boys and he looks uncomfortable and uninterested, plus he hated all your boyfriends and now it’s all making sense.

sitting in his lap bc he doesn’t wna let u go, his arms curled so tight around ur waist while he rests his head against ur shoulder and he’s so quiet for a few minutes, humming quietly at the way ur scratching ur nails over the back of his neck. and ur friends keep throwing u glances bc ur looking more than friendly and they’ve been waiting so long for one of u to just make a move and end the others misery bc it’s obvious youse are stupidly in love (especially jude). ur typing away on ur phone w ur free hand and jude catches sight of an unopened message from a guy he knows you’d recently gone out on a date w and in his drunk state it flips this switch inside of him and he’s lifting his head to frown at u. and ur asking what’s wrong and he’s shaking his head and huffing this little sigh before going on this little rant that leaves u completely stunned into silence. he’s all “it’s like i’m not even here, y’know? i’m ur best friend and i’m here all the time and i’m in love with u but u go on and on abt these guys ur seeing who don’t treat u right and it’s killing me bc i’m right here. you’re just- you’re so pretty, y’know? and i have to watch u get changed in front of me and act like i don’t wna kiss u stupid and god do u know how hard it is trying not to stare at ur tits? u have perfect tits.” and ur slapping a hand over his mouth at that bc there’s no way u want ur friends hearing that part of his confession but ur reeling at everything he’s just said bc how doesn’t he know the only reason u go out w other people is bc u never thought being w him was possible.

not really knowing what to do bc he’s obviously drunk but u also really need to talk abt this but definitely not while he’s in this state so ur just staring at him in silence for a few seconds before telling him “u can’t just admit that like this” and he’s asking why so ur all “bc ur drunk. i say all sorts of bullshit when i’m drunk. i told the barman that i owned a fish shop last week” but jude’s already shaking his head, the groove between his eyebrows getting deeper and he’s like “being drunk doesn’t change my feelings. it makes them worse actually. like right now, all i can think abt is kissing u, i think i might die if i don’t kiss u” and he’s being so dramatic abt it but there’s so much feeling behind his words at the same time and u really just don’t know what to do. deciding that it’s best not to discuss it rn bc u don’t wna get ur hopes up and have him crush them in the morning so ur telling him that this is a conversation for tomorrow and even tho he’s so drunk he half understands so he’s nodding but then a cheeky smile is curving his lips when he asks u “can i get a kiss tho?” and ur just rolling ur eyes and kissing his cheek (much to his dismay) trying to act normal when ur mind is racing from what he’s said and the possibility of what it means

[mythicalage]

Maybe This Was All A Mistake - HKS

synopsis: things aren't looking so good in your relationship after 3 years of being with your bf

characters: bf!shota x fem!reader

a/n: i've never published anything on tumblr so pls bear w me as i try to figure things out 😞 also dont know when to add warnings and stuff (non-idol au btw)

everything was totally fine for the past 3 years. perfect even. so why was there so much tension between you and shota?

well you knew why; the constant arguing over stupid shit which would then snowball into bigger things. usually you guys were so good at dealing with arguments and would end with a mutual understanding.

it's gotten to the point where you're tired of shota's mixed signals. he'd distance himself from you, get angry whenever you wanted attention so when you returned the favor, suddenly he'd turn into a clingy bf.

after 5 months of ranting about the issue to your friends, they were completely over it. reasonably so. they'd always give advice and voice their opinions but you never listened.

"break up with him"

"i dont think i can give up 3 years this easily. he's been better recently."

"yeah and then hes gonna go back to being an asshole"

"we don't know that. maybe its just those situations where we have a few struggles in the relationship and everything will be better again."

"girl— oh my gosh."

maybe you were actually stupid to believe that. nothing changed. it was the same never-ending cycle. did you actually waste 3 entire years on him? 1,239 days if you want to get specific. was the time actually wasted if you were happy with him for the first two years? did the love just wear off?

you both had gone out to downtown, walking around and stopping at a cafe where you two had your first date together. you guys came here pretty often, usually happy, but today was just rather sad. shota only scrolled on his phone as you both were sat right by the large window, waiting for your drinks.

you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek as your chest began to feel heavy. you watched soul mindlessly scroll on his phone, occasionally texting. he still had the polaroid picture of you behind his phone case but you wondered why he even bothered keeping it there. or maybe he simply didn't care enough to take it out.

"order for an iced matcha latte and an iced americano!" the worker placed the two drinks over the counter to which shota looked over and then glanced at you.

"i'll get it." you pushed your chair back and went over to grab the drinks. "thank you," you forced a smile at the worker and received a nod.

you don't really know why you ordered the most basic, kind of disgusting, drink ever. you weren't in the mood to drink or eat anything. as you sat back down, you slid the green latte over to shota and he finally placed his phone down, taking the drink into his hands. "thanks."

"its been a while since we've last been here," your voice was soft but had little to no emotion to it.

"yeah, it has been." shota took a sip of his drink before moving the cup in his hand in a circular motion, probably to mix everything.

it was depressing to see him this way. he was normally very silly, making random noises or rambling on and on about things he's into. it'd be an understatement to say you missed it. maybe it's too late to get that version of haku shota back. maybe you're just not the person who can bring it out of him anymore.

you didn't realize tears had brimmed your eyes until you felt the huge lump in your throat. you shouldn't cry. not in front of him at least and definitely not in public.

shota looked up at you from his drink. he stayed quiet for a moment before finally speaking. "you okay?" he reached for your hand and interlaced your fingers together. part of you wanted to snatch your hand away but the other part wanted to feel the warmth of his hand for as long as you could — before you commit to your decision of breaking away from him.

"shota," you choked on your voice, biting your bottom lip afterwards as tears begin to finally slip down your cheeks. you looked at his face before looking down at your hands, "lets.. break up."

although you didn't see it, shota's face dropped, his mouth slightly gaped. "you.. want to break up...?" his grip on your hand loosened but he didn't let go completely.

you only nodded to his response, biting your lip to prevent any sobs from becoming audible, simultaneously trying to stop the tears to no avail.

"baby, what? why? please, let's just talk about this." shota pleaded quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

you looked back up, your eye makeup slightly ruined by the tears. you sniffled as you took your hand away from his, "shota, you know why." you fought to not let your voice crack, carefully dabbing the tears off your cheeks and from underneath your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

"no, i don't know why. sure we have these small moments where we're upset but that's normal. we always go back to how it used to be, do we not?" he leans over the table and cups your cheek with his hand, his sad eyes looking into your teary ones.

you think about it. maybe he is right. you might've been thinking a little irrationally.

no. this can't happen again.

you shake your head, pushing his hand away from your face and you get up from your chair. "no shota. i'm tired of feeling this way. you give me attention when you feel like you're losing me but after a while, you go back to being a dickhead." you frown, taking your drink into your hand.

he gets up as well but leaves his drink on the table. at this point a few people are staring but it doesn't matter. "please y/n. don't leave me. we can fix this."

"there's no 'we' anymore, shota. i'm sorry." you drop your head.

shota only stays quiet. he grabs his drink and tosses it into the nearby trashcan and does the same to the cup in your hand. he knows you don't even like americanos.

when you guys came in not too long ago and ordered the drinks, he was confused as to why you had bought it. it doesn't matter anyway.

he swallows the lump that had now formed in his throat, taking a deep breath before talking.

"can i at least hug you for one last time?"

your heart shatters. you look into his eyes with blurry vision due to the tears and you wrap your arms around his body.

his face meets the top of your head as his arms hug your waist, rocking both of your bodies side to side as you silently sob into his chest.

"i'm sorry i couldn't be a better boyfriend to you."

after the hug you couldn't get yourself to say goodbye to him. you simply let go and walked outside and got yourself an uber.

this is going to be a bitch to get over.

a/n: definitely not my best work but i somewhat tried whidkwkd if this is total shit lmk 😭😭 wattpad-esque ahh story omg

[okminer07]

A Match Beyond Measure Pt 12

I don't know if I've said this before, but any and all feedback is appreciated, I'd love to be able to improve as a writer and hear what you think, any suggestions. Anyways, on with the story.

Cecilia was a little thrown off by the change of subjects, “Oh…. w-well a while. I guess”   

“Did you take a class or somethin’?”  

“N-not really, I used to work part-time at a bakery during high school if that counts.”  

Garret sighed, “I don’t miss those days, that’s for sure.”  

“You didn’t like high school?”  

He let out a short laugh, “Hated it. Mine started way too early and I lived a decent ways away, so I’d have to wake up even earlier to even make it on time. I don’t think my teachers liked me all that much either. There was this one woman, Mrs. Dechaseray and I swear she had it out for me. Always got mad at me for forgetting the date and then would give me an F because of it.”   

“That’s… harsh.”  

“Yeah, I know. And then there was our gym teacher. God, he was awful. One time he called me up to stand in front of the entire class and used me as an example of why exercise is important.”  

Cecilia’s eyes widened, her hand coming up to her mouth in shock, “That’s awful.”  

“Felt like it. And yeah, maybe he had a point if I’m being honest but it still hurt.”  

“What do you mean he had a point? That’s just horrible.”  

Garret frowned, “Well, my old man would say similar things so I was kind of used to hearing it.”    

Her eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry.”  

“What are you saying sorry for? You didn’t say them. Plus, they really did have a good point.”   

“Well, I think you look pretty good.”  

He smiled down at her, “Think so?” she nodded. “Thanks, I’m glad to hear that. High school wasn’t all bad. My last two years, I took up woodshop which was pretty neat. This one time, I helped make this huge-”  

A loud crunch along with the blare of a horn pierced through the air. Garret froze and looked down.  

“Ah shit.” 

Cecilia cautiously crawled and peered over the edge of his palm. All the color drained from her face as Garret lifted his foot to reveal the crushed remains of a red sports car. She began to tremble, it was nearly flat. Completely ruined and unrecoverable, like it had gotten caught under a steamroller. Was it empty? Oh god, had someone been in there?! She looked to Garret who was still staring down at the ground, cringing at the sight. 

His eyes flicked over to Cecilia, “I uh-”  

“What the fuck happened?!” both jumped at a voice screaming up from the ground. The two of them both looked back down to see a man dressed in a business suit running towards the remains, “My car! The fuck you do to my car?!”    

Garret looked around aimlessly before addressing the raging man at his feet “I’m uh- I’m real sorry sir. I swear to you it was a-”  

“You fucking son of a bitch! Do you know how much this cost me?! Do you?!”   

“N-no but I-”  

“Do you know who I am?!”  

“I uh- no” he glanced over at Cecilia, “B-but I swear, I can pay you back for-”  

“What is one of your kind even doing in these parts?! You lost or something dumbass?!”    

“I-”  

“It’s my fault sir!” Cecilia yelled, peering back over the edge nervously, “I-I was distracting him.”   

The man’s head turned to look at Garret’s hand, spotting her head poking out from behind it, “Who the hell are you?”  

“I’m-”  

“Oh let me guess” the man sneered, “You’re one of those lazy bitches who thinks they’re too good for traffic or cars. Thinks they're saving the fucking planet by hiring some giant to carry their sorry ass wherever-”   

“You shut your fucking mouth!” Cecilia’s hand flew up and clamped tightly over her ears which still rang from Garret’s thunderous yell.  

The man below had backed away, his hands slowly lowering from his own ears, “Watch it asshole. Don’t you be talking to me like-”   

“Don’t you be talking to her like that!”  

Cecilia shook as she looked up at Garret’s face. His jaw clenched as his gaze hardened. For the first time since she’d met him, he looked mad, furious even. It sent a shiver down her spine, seeing someone like him in a mindset where people don’t think before they act. She began to look uneasily at her surroundings, at the fingers thick as tree trunks and taller than her entire being. What were those fingers capable of when the person attached to them was tested? What could the rest of the person be capable of?  

She couldn’t stop a small whimper from escaping her. Garret’s eyes, now looking ice cold rather than just blue, flicked over to her and they immediately melted. His mouth dropped from a sneer to a contemplative frown as his eyes fixed on her.  

“I-I think I should go,” she murmured, not wanting to spend any more time around these two arguing, “Would… would you… you know”   

He nodded, “Oh, right.” Cecilia jumped slightly as Garret turned and began to slowly kneel down. He placed his hand flat upon the ground and she hopped down onto the pavement.  

“T-thanks again, for lunch.”    

“Yeah, I’ll… I’ll text you, once I'm done dealing with all of this” he nodded over at the flattened car.  

Cecilia nodded as she turned and began to hurry away, the yelling of the man starting up again the moment she’d left.  

Her home as a child used to have this very vibrant wallpaper in the living room. It was covered in all sorts of different kinds of butterflies, and Cecilia had very vivid memories of almost everyday after school staring up at them all to pass the time. Her mother would be close by, sitting at the kitchen table with the phone in her lap while she stared out the window looking out into the front yard.   

There were hundreds of this day in her memory. At times, they all blended together. Some days she’d ask what was for dinner, often not getting a response. Other days she’d sit and do homework at the same table as her mother yet they exchanged no words. Sometimes she’d ask if she wanted to do something, bake, or go to the park, but her mother almost always said no.  

A lot of the time, however, she’d be stuck doing exactly what her mother was doing, waiting. 

It was either the phone or the door that broke the silence. Cecilia preferred it when it was the door. She’d lift her head off the couch to see her dad shuffling in, army duffle bag in tow. Her mother would finally move as she turned and smiled up at her husband who would lane down to kiss her, occasionally asking what their daughter was still doing up.  

She would run to her father and wrap her arms around his waist. He’d pat her on the back and ruffle her hair. Sometimes they’d all sit down on the couch, and he would tell them stories. Stories from his travels. Stories about- 

“Cece!” 

“Huh?” Cecilia looked up and across from her where Maddie was seated.  

“Are you even listening?”  

“I… yes.”  

She crossed her arms and raised a well-manicured brow, “Then what did I just say?”   

“Um…” she looked over helplessly at Rebecca who was sitting right beside her with her iguana, Enoch draped over her shoulder.  

She sighed, “Jennifer got the job.”  

“Huh?” 

“We don’t like Jennifer.”  

“Why?”  

Rebecca glanced over at Maddie, “Honestly, I don’t know.”   

“Because she had the audacity to show up to the party after the whole thing with her and Kyle!” 

Cecilia blinked, “Whose Kyle again?”   

“Her ex” whispered Rebecca.   

“Oh. wow, the audacity,” she replied flatly.  

Maddie threw up her hands, “I know! And then she’s all like…”   

Cecilia began to tune out once again as Maddie continued to rant. A part of her sort of enjoyed listening to her drama, even though half the time she had no idea what she was talking about. Today however, she just couldn’t seem to keep her mind from wandering.  

It was no surprise to her that the day right after the whole cafe incident, Rebecca had called her and insisted they all get together. They did this quite often, usually all gathering at Rebecca’s place since it was the nicest and her friend was insistent that she couldn’t just leave Enoch for any longer than she already had when at work.    

Often these little get-togethers were when they could talk outside the cafe. Away from the prying eyes and ears of anyone else.  

“Here” Rebecca got up and held Enoch out to her, “I gotta go check on the pizza.” 

She nodded as the iguana was thrusted into her arms and Rebecca hurried off to the kitchen. Cecilia sat frozen as the bright green lizard clawed its way up onto her shoulder. Enoch had always been friendly, but she was still always nervous that he would one day try to rip her ear off.  

“So… what are we watching?” called Maddie over her shoulder.  

“I was thinking Grease.”  

She snorted with laughter, “Has it been too long since you’ve seen your darling John Travolta?” 

“Shut up”  

Maddie held up her hands, “Hey, I’m not complaining. I like tall, dark, and handsome bad boys too.” she smirked over at Cecilia, “And I think Cece does too if you know what I mean.”  

Cecilia shrunk away, “W-what do you mean?”  

Rebecca rounded on them “If you’re implying that guy Garret looks like John-”  

“Oh come on! You can’t tell me you see it just a little bit” whined Maddie.  

Cecilia felt herself trying to sink deeper and deeper into the couch. She knew it wouldn’t be long before one of them would bring… him up. 

“So everybody with black hair looks that way to you?” 

“Black hair and blue eyes,” she corrected. 

Rebecca scoffed, “If anyone we know is an accurate comparison, It's Xander.”  

Maddie rolled her eyes, “Yeah if Travolta forgot the gym existed.”  Cecilia couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“You’re just jealous I’ve got myself a man like him” Rebecca stated matter-of-factly, “Anyways, pizza’s ready.” She stepped back into the living room, setting down the large pepperoni and mushroom pizza before turning around to grab them some plates and napkins. 

Cecilia handed Enoch back to Rebecca as she sat down, his claws pricking tiny holes in her sweater. She grabbed a slice and began picking off the pieces of mushroom.   

“Maddie” groaned Rebecca, “Can you please be an adult and use a plate?”  

Maddie paused mid-bite, her slice gripped tightly in her hand, “What’s wrong? And what about Cece? What’s more childish than picking off the vegetables?” 

She paused, glancing up at the two, “What? I don’t like vegetables.”   

“Well, she’s still keeping everything on the plate where it doesn’t run the risk of getting sauce all over my couch.” 

Maddie rolled her eyes as she snatched a plate off of the coffee table, “Since when are you a neat freak?”  

“Can we start the movie now?” asked Cecilia.  

Around two hours later, once the credits had begun to roll, Cecilia got up and started to clear their plates and napkins. Rebecca was currently preoccupied with cooing at Enoch and letting him eat bits off her slice.  

Maddie eyed them with a slight air of concern, “Are you sure you should be feeding him that?” 

Rebecca ignored her, continuing to snuggle up with her scaly pet.  

Cecilia shook her head and smiled, “She’s fed him things like ice cream and donuts. I think he can handle a bit of cheese and marinara sauce.”  

Her friend shrugged it off as she got up from her seat, “I brought a bottle of red with me if any of you want some.”  

“I’ll have a glass” Rebecca got up and followed Maddie over to the kitchen, “You want any?”  

“No thanks,” said Cecilia.   

After her two friends had each poured themselves a glass, they plopped themselves back down on the couch.  

“So…” started Rebecca, “Gone out with anybody recently Maddie?”   

“No, can’t say I have” both of them kept not so secretly glancing over at Cecilia, “Everything going good with Xander?”  

“Yup, going alright.”  

They both turned to their friend who was very slowly turning a shade of pink. Oh boy. 

“So… a giant,” said Maddie.  

“Heh, yeah,” she mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.  

“How has that been?”  

“ Uh well, like I said… interesting.”   

“I would imagine so.” Maddie leaned back, “You know, I’m honestly quite impressed.”  

“Impressed?”  

“Well, I’m just wondering what the hell you said or did to bag that guy.”  Cecilia’s face went from slightly pink to beet red.

Rebecca nearly choked on her wine, “Maddie!”   

“What?! It’s a reasonable question.”   

“They barely have seen each other!”  

“How would you know? What, you’ve been backseating all their dates without telling me?”   

Cecilia covered her face with her hands and groaned, “It’s not official or anything like that, guys. Like I said, I don’t even know what it is.”   

“Well, why don’t you tell us more?” 

A smirk appeared on Maddie’s face, “tell me more, tell me more,“ she began to sing. 

“Guys-”  

Rebecca joined in “Tell me more, tell me more.” she scooted closer while Maddie got up and sat down on Cecilia’s other side, “tell me more, tell me more.”  

She sighed, “Will you guys stop singing if I do?”  They promptly stopped and nodded, leaning in closer, “What do you want to know?” 

“Everything,” said Maddie.  

“How has he been so far?” asked Rebecca.  

She shrugged, “Well, like I said, nice. Very nice actually.” 

“Uh-huh, and what do you mean by that? Because someone not being mean to you doesn’t count as being nice.”  

“He’s just been… very nice.”   

“Is he the reason for the broken glass bottles I found when I opened the day after your first date?” shot Maddie.

Cecilia’s cheeks flushed, “Uh yeah. Sorry, I forgot to clean those-”   

“What was dinner like? What did he-”  

“Quiet.” Rebecca scolded before turning back to Cecilia, “You’re being careful right? Is he being careful? Like, he hasn’t put you in any danger?”   

“Rebecca, come on. There’s always an amount of danger when dealing with those skyscrapers.” continued Maddie, “And why-” 

“Because, and I don’t mean to be judgemental, but he doesn’t seem… particularly… you know… experienced in taking precaution.”  

Cecilia gulped, “He… he did say he hadn’t spent much time around humans” She looked down at her feet, “But… I think he’s trying. I still don’t know what to make of this.” she sighed, “And… and I feel bad th-that I’m still…”  

“Afraid?” 

she nodded. 

Maddie tilted her head, “I mean, I haven’t known you as long as Rebecca has, but I’ve seen how you’ve reacted to giants in the past. Hell, remember when you nearly fainted when that group of teenagers started ruff housing in the parking lot? Sean had to coax you out from the back.” she waved her hand at her, “But just a little bit ago, I saw you voluntarily stepping into a giant’s hand. Sure you looked like you were going to faint at any second, but you still did it, and I’d say that’s pretty impressive for you.”   

“And I think you have every reason to be afraid. Like Maddie said, there is always a sense of danger around giants. But even putting that aside, there’s still the fact that we have no idea what his motive is.”  

Cecilia cocked her head, “Motive?”  

“Yeah, like why the hell would a giant want to be with a human in the first place.” 

Rebecca patted Cecilia on the shoulder, “It’s not that we think someone wouldn't want to date you. I just feel it’s a bit… odd.” That's the understatement of the century, “And again, this is nothing against you, but I just find it hard seeing a giant finding a human attractive.”  

Her eyes fell back to the floor. That had been something that had been in the back of her mind as well. Lately, whenever she passed by a mirror or saw her reflection, it always just made her more confused. She wasn’t hideous, but in no way was she pretty enough for someone like Garret to want to be around her rather than with… someone more like him.  

A loud ding filled the room. Rebecca pulled out her phone and groaned, “Damn it Xander.” her face was illuminated as she opened her phone and began to type.  

“What is it?” asked Maddie.  

“Oh nothing. Xander says he’s just feeling sad and wants me to send him a pic or something.”  

Maddie glanced over at Cecilia, rolling her eyes. Both of them knew by now what Xander meant when he said  ‘pic’, “Well, tell him that you’re busy.”   

“I just did.” Rebecca set her phone down and turned her attention right back onto Cecilia, “So… I know you said you’re still not sure what to make of this, but has Garret said what he makes of it?”   

She shrugged, “I mean… when he asked me to join him to grab lunch, he called it a date.” 

“And that night,” said Maddie, “Did he see that has a date as well?”   

“I-I guess so.”  

“Did you see it as a date?”   

She froze, her cheeks heating up, “I uh… maybe not in the moment, but looking back, I think so.”  

“How the hell would that even work?” Maddie chuckled, “I mean, it’s not like he can score any sex out of-”  

“Maddie!” yelped Rebecca. Cecilia went beet red, going to hide her face in her hands.  

“What?”   

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate thing to bring up right now.”   

“Oh come on, you had to be thinking about it too, right Cece?”  

“Not necessarily no” she mumbled.   

“Well, I certainly would if I was in your place. You’re wondering what his motive is, and that’s been the motive of most of the douchebags I’ve gone out with. I’m just helping eliminate possibilities.” 

Cecilia groaned, I wish Sean were here right now, why did Jaffery have to change their date night to the day before? “Can we please stop talking about this and go on to you guys asking more normal questions?”   

“This isn’t a normal situation.”  

“Can we at least pretend it is?!”    

The room fell silent. Cecilia’s hands fell away from her face. Maddie and Rebecca both were staring at her, perplexed.  

“Please?” she murmured. 

This whole thing, everything since that night at the cafe, had left her mind reeling. She didn’t even want to begin laying out everything in her mind, it was too much. Too many questions without answers. Too many new and unexpected experiences. She just wasn’t ready to sit down and analyze it all, especially with an audience.   

She jumped when she felt an arm wrap around her. Rebecca patted her shoulder, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… to get up all in your business.” she whipped her head around to look at Maddie.  

“Yeah, sorry I guess. This is just so-”  

“This all must be a lot for you, and if talking about it doesn’t help, then we won’t.”  

Cecilia looked her friend in the eye, and smiled, “Thank you.”  

Rebecca gave her shoulders a squeeze, “But we are still curious. Can we still hear about your first date or whatever it was? Like when Sean told us about meeting Jaffery?”  

She let out a short chuckle, “Yeah, I guess.”  

Maddie leaned in closer, “Oh yes, tell us everything!”  Rebecca shot her a look. She groaned, “Or whatever you feel like sharing I guess.”

Quick shout out to @ipilokko whose when helping me brainstorm ideas and as a whole helping me by being that second oppinion. You should totally go check out her comic, the artwork is quite impressive!

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Hey there, I just found your writing. Could I request angsty #6 with Wrecker x Fem reader? Maybe in a new relationship? Up to you on the details. Thanks in advance!

A/N: Hi bby!! This took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to finish and I'm so sorry for making you wait so long. I haven't ever written for Wrecker before, so I kept going back and rewriting this because it just didn't really feel like him. Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait? 🤍

Keep You Safe

Wrecker x reader Summary: a stormy night aboard the Marauder is keeping you awake, but Wrecker is there to help soothe your fears. Word Count: 1,5k C/W: slight angst but mostly fluff, Wrecker being the sweetest person ever but that’s not surprising Prompt: “You’re not okay, you’re shaking” masterlist

A new wave of thunder rolls through the ship, shaking through its whole frame. You jolt up, blurry eyes frantically flitting around the dark room to try and make out where you are.

Still in a weird half-sleep state you barely register a warm hand suddenly gliding up your back. You flinch away instantly and in your haste to get away you forget how small these beds really are, especially when your sharing one with someone as big as Wrecker. A dull thunk echoes when you wack your head into the bunk above, groaning and bringing a hand up to cradle your head.

A low chuckle rumbles behind you and you tense up, panic beginning to rise again until you recognise the voice that follows it

“You okay there? Hit your head pretty good”

Wrecker. You breathe out a shaky sigh of relief, shoulders visibly slumping. It’s just Wrecker. When you still haven’t answered he repeats the question, a more concerned edge to his voice this time

“Hey, you okay?”

You swallow thickly, still trying to get a control on your breathing “Yeah I’m- I’m fine Wrecker. Go back to sleep”

He ignores your request, the sheets rustling behind you as he sits up, scooting closer and tentatively laying his palm on your back again. This time, though, you lean into the touch, silently savouring the warmth of his skin. You've always joked that Wrecker is like a big portable heater. Even through his shirt you're wearing, you can feel it, the touch calming you.

“C’mon, talk to me pretty girl. What’s wrong?”

His hand is moving in small circles on your back, and his voice sounds so sincere you briefly consider just telling letting it all out, telling him the truth. But the nagging voice in the back of your head wins over, the words coming out your mouth before you can stop them

“Nothing wrong, I’m fine Wreck” you shift slightly, enough to send him a tiny smile over your shoulder and place a shaky hand on his knee in an attempt of reassurance “Now please, go back to sleep”

He glances down at your hand on his knee, a pained look taking over his face when he see how much it’s trembling

“You’re not okay, you’re shaking”

Hi gaze flits back up to yours, warm hand grasping your hand and engulfing it completely. He squeezes lightly, rough thumb running softly over your knuckles.

“Please, let me help you.”

Guilt twists in your stomach at how sincere he’s being, how hurt he sounds. You open your mouth to reply, just as a new clap of thunder rumbles through, making you flinch and squeeze his hand hard.

He looks confused for a beat before his lips part in surprise, relization dawning on him

"It's- it's the storm isn't it? The thunder, it scares you"

You squeeze your eyes shut in shame. It sounds so childish, so pathetic when he say it like that. But there’s no point in denying it anymore, he already knows, so you just give him the tiniest of nods.

“Oh meshla… C’mere” he pulls on your hand, turning you around and tugging you into his lap.

You clamber onto his thighs, too tired to try and fight it as snuggle down into his chest, arms looping around his neck. His own arms circle your back, one resting on the back of your head as the other tightens around your waist.

“Can I get you anything? A blanket or a glass of water-”

You chuckle quietly, endeared by his thoughtfulness.

“No, no it’s okay. Thank you”

A beat of silence before he’s whispering again.

“Do you wanna… talk about it?”

“No.” it comes out quicker and much harsher than you intended. You feel him tense up underneath you and you cringe at yourself. He’s just trying to help.

“Sorry I just- It brings back memories… bad memories. And I’d rather not relive them.” you snuggle closer to him unconsciously “Can you just… hold me? Like this?”

He nods instantly, pulling you impossibly closer and lifting a hand to stroke your hair, rocking you slightly. He holds you in a comfortable silence for a while, before he speaks up again, whispering into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You tense, still reluctant to fully share your fears. But he’s being so kind and understanding that opening up and telling him the truth is the least you could do. So taking a shaky breath, you mumble into his neck

“I- I was ashamed”

He frowns, the hand in your hair stilling.

“Ashamed? Why?”

“I guess I just … didn’t want you to think less of me. To think that I was a coward, or that I was pathetic” you confess, shrugging slightly. He tightens his hold on you, staying silent for a few seconds.

“Do you… think it’s pathetic when I’m scared of heights?” he asks quietly and you frown, pulling your head form his neck and looking up so you can see his face. He’s looking down at you with a look you can quite decipher, and it makes you heart clench instantly.

“Of course not Wrecker. Why would you say that?”

He dips his chin further, tilting his head at you, voice quiet

“Then why would I think any less of you for being scared of thunder?”

Something about his tone of voice, the fact that it's so soft and gentle in contrast to his usual boom, just hits you right in the chest. Before you can help it tears are brimming in your eyes and threatening to spill.

Stars, if he didn't think you were pathetic before, he certainly does now.

He tenses up immediately, eyes widening in panic as he sits up straighter

“Oh kriff, did I- did I say something wrong? What did I do??”

His concern only makes you tear up more, a few escaping and rolling down your cheeks. This only seems to increase his panic, a hand laying on your cheek and frantically swiping at your tears

“No, no please don't cry, I hate it when you cry”

You place a hand on his cheek, chuckling softly “I’m sorry I just- I love you so much”

He blinks, taken aback.

“W-what? So you're not… mad?”

You huff out a laugh, slapping him lightly on the chest

“Of course I’m not mad! Why the kriff would I be mad at you right now?”

“I dunno, you just- I- Maybe I said something wrong or-”

“Wrecker…” you smile softly, placing a hand on the nape of his neck and tugging down until your foreheads meet. “I’m not mad. I’m just really fucking happy right now. You’re making me happy”

His hands cups your jaw, rough thumb brushing softly over your cheekbone as he grins you, big a bright.

“That’s what I’m here for right? To keep ya safe and happy”

You giggle, leaning into his touch and hand coming up to rest over his own. “I guess so”

You tilt your head to press a kiss to is palm and he smiles, eyes widening as he suddenly perks up in excitement

“Hey, y’know what always helps me sleep?”

You quirk an eyebrow in question and he leans over the back of the bunk. You curiously peer over his shoulder as he rummages noisily through his crate, letting out a little ‘aha’ when he finds what he’s looking for.

“My Lula!” he grins, whirling back around, so quickly that you have to brace your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He smiles sheepishly, hand grasping your waist to keep you from toppling of his lap.

You giggle softly, hand coming up to hold the little stuffed tooka, gently taking it from his grasp. He watches expectantly as you smile down at it, turning it around in your hands.

“You can borrow her for tonight, if you want.” He says, hurriedly adding on “Or- or any other night, whenever you need.”

You look up at him, smiling at his bashfulness and leaning forward to press an adoring kiss to his cheek. When you pull back he's blushing, dusty pink spreading across his cheeks and your smile widens.

“Thank you Wreck”

The little black and red tooka clutched tight to your chest, you snuggle down into him. His warmth is already beginning to slowly lulling you to sleep when you feel him press a kiss to your head before he’s muttering into your hair

“Anything for my cyare”

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Hiii can I request a Steve Harrington x male reader where the reader is the new kid at school and is kinda a rebel but in a fun way, (personality wise the reader is fun-loving, witty and a bit of a rebel), and Steve sorta crushes on him because he thinks he’s the first exciting to happen at Hawkins High. The reader actually starts crushing him back hard and becomes best friends w/ Robin. Maybe they get together at the end, this could take place around season 3

Hawkin’s New Boy - Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Thank you for your request! Honestly I wish I could have ended this a bit better, hope you enjoy it though! (Also it isn’t proof read so I apologize for any mistakes)

Ciswomen/fem aligned DNI, this isn’t for you!

Word count: 2.8k

You walked down the hall trying to look for your next class. Luckily the hallway was almost completely empty due to the fact that you had gotten completely lost in the new school, but at the same time it would make randomly walking into your physics class really awkward.

After another minute of roaming the silent halls you finally found your class. You took a deep breath before entering the classroom. ‘This was the last class of the day, just one more time do I have to introduce myself’ you kept repeating in your head as you entered the room. As expected, the room fell silent and all eyes were on you. The teacher greeted you with a smile. “We have a new student joining us today,” she said. You took that as your que to introduce yourself. You stated your name and where you moved from, hoping that unlike last period, this teacher wouldn’t make you stand up in front of the class answering random questions that other students had for the next five minutes.

The teacher grabbed a packet of paper from her desk and handed it to you. “You can go sit next to Robin Buckley,” she said. You scanned the classroom for an open seat but unfortunately you found more than one seat so you weren’t quite sure where to sit. “Oh!” the teacher gasped, realizing her mistake. “Robin, can you please raise your hand?” she asked.

You saw a girl with decently short hair raise her hand. You walked over to the open desk that was just to the left of her and took a seat. “Great! Now we can continue,” the teacher said. She took a quick glance at her lesson plans before continuing with the rest of class.

You grabbed your new papers and shoved it all into your backpack as the bell rang. “Hey,” you heard someone say. You didn’t look up, assuming someone was trying to get someone else’s attention. However you were proven wrong when you heard your name being called. You looked up to see Robin staring down at you. “That’s your name right? You’re giving me a weird look,” She questioned. “Yeah, that’s my name. Why?” you asked, you couldn’t think of a reason for her to try to talk to you. “I was told that you’re going to be my new lab partner for the rest of the school year. I just wanted you to know so you were confused for our lab next week,” she said. You gave her a small smile, appreciating her kindness, “Oh okay, thanks for letting me know,” you replied as you grabbed your backpack from off of the floor and swung it over your shoulder. Robin nodded before exiting the classroom, the two of you parted ways.

The next day of school went a lot more smoothly. Even though you were still pretty lost in your class material, you were able to at least find your classes on time for the most part. However then came lunch where you felt completely lost again. You scanned the room for Robin, the only person who actually talked to you yesterday, however after being shoved and being told to move a few times by some other kids since you were standing in the middle of the cafeteria, you just decided to sit down at a random table.

The table seemed empty enough so you hoped that no one would really care that you were sitting there. Even if they did care, it was their problem, not yours. You reached into your bag and grabbed your Walkman and a random mixtape and put your headphones over your ears.

“I said, what the hell are you doing here!?” someone shouted from behind you. You took off your headphones quickly to see a jock towering over you. “What?” you questioned. “This is my seat,” he said in a stern voice. You only laughed, “and what is your name?” you asked. “Billy Hargrove.” You scanned up and down the lunch table to see more white jocks sitting at the table looking a little pissed off. “Yeah… I don’t really see your name anywhere on this table sweetheart,” you said in a lighthearted tone. You snickered as you saw Billy’s face turn bright red in either embarrassment or anger. However you took that as a sign to collect your stuff quickly and run away.

“This is not over, you hear me you little shit?!” Billy yelled, chasing you down the hallway. Even though you didn’t know the hallways very well you just figured that as long as you kept taking random turns you’d be fine. “I can’t believe this school let a queer in.” you heard Billy grumble behind you. “What if I am actually gay, what are you gonna do about it?” you asked. Starting rumors about you being gay in a small town in Indiana definitely wasn’t the best idea, however Billy’s disgusted look on his face made it pretty worth it. You laughed as you continued to run, however you were losing speed as you were getting tired and Billy was catching up to you. Now slightly panicked, you tried to run faster but your lungs and legs were betraying you. Soon enough you were pretty sure you could walk at a faster speed then you were running. Billy quickly ran towards you, finally catching up. He grabbed both your shoulders and slammed you into the lockers. “Are we going to make out?” you teased. Billy gave you a glare that seemed to have a murderous look to it.

“Hargove!” Both you and Billy freeze to see your gym teacher standing down the hall. “What the hell son, let him go.” The teacher said sternly. After scowling, Billy took his hands off of your shoulders and stepped away from you. “Detention for both of you!” the teacher yelled. “Sir- he was trying to harm me, I was just trying to not get hurt,” you said innocently like you hadn’t just provoked Billy on purpose. The PE teacher took a moment to think. “You’ll be excused. But this is the last time I’m ever going to see you running down these halls. If you’re being threatened you need to go get an adult,” the teacher said sternly. He still looked disappointed. “Mr. Hargrove, follow me.” the PE teacher said, turning around and walking off, expecting the teenager to follow him. Billy gave one last glance at you and you happily flipped him off before walking in the opposite direction to the lunch room.

As you entered the big cafeteria your eyes immediately landed on Robin. You were quite relieved that you didn’t have to go and deal with someone else being pissed because you were sitting at their table. Robin instantly made room for you once she saw you walking over to her. “Guys, this is my new friend. He just moved here,” Robin introduced you to her other band friends. You greeted them with a smile and then talked with them for the rest of lunch. You guys all got along well which was a relief.

“Robin, who the hell was the guy who Hargrove was chasing yesterday?” Steve asked. His co-worker gave him your name. “Oh he’s also in my physics class,” she replied. Robin was cleaning ice cream scoopers while Steve was unflipping chairs that were stacked on top of the tables from closing last night. Scoops hadn’t opened quite yet. It was still decently early in the morning and the manager said that they shouldn’t open until 11 when people actually want ice cream. “He’s an interesting guy,” Steve huffed out. “Yeah I guess you could say that. I mean how many people do you know that would tease Billy Hargrove?” Robin asked. Steve couldn’t think of anyone else besides you. He watched you as you stood up for yourself, even though it was for something really simple, he found it fascinating how you kept teasing Billy.

It’s been a few hours since the parlor opened but Steve just couldn’t get you off of his mind. The way that you just didn’t care made you so interesting. He lived with his parent’s high expectations all his life, and then when he became the King of Hawkins High it felt like everyone was constantly watching him. However even when everyone else was watching you, it was like you could still be yourself. It didn’t seem to matter to you what people thought, you just did what you wanted to do. Steve admired that.

“Is this bell just decoration?” someone asked. Steve jumped at the voice. He completely forgot he was still at work. “I’m sorry sir what-” Steve’s face reddened when he saw it was you at the counter. He felt embarrassed like you had known that he’s been thinking of you all day. “Can I get you…” he finally continued. You chuckled, “Whatever you recommend,” you told him.

After that day you had gotten closer with Robin and would come to Scoops more often. When the teen’s manager wasn’t there watching them (which was almost never anyways) you’d sit behind the counter and talk to Robin while she worked. When Robin was on break the two of you would go explore the mall. The place was huge and was always packed, but you could understand why.

Robin called your name to grab your attention. “I’m going home now, Steve is gonna be staying here for the rest of the night. I have a huge test to study for” she explained as she was putting on her bike helmet. “Sounds good Rob, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you told her as she walked out of Scoops.

“Well looks like it’s just me and you pretty boy,” you told Steve. You chuckled when you saw his face flush a bright pink color. Steve just stayed silent which made you worried that you had just made him uncomfortable. It’s not that Steve was uncomfortable, however it didn’t help his growing crush on you. As much as Steve would like to say that you were actually flirting with him, he just figured it was something you just did to make anyone embarrassed as you called Billy Hargrove several pet names anytime you saw him. He remembered the first time he ever saw you, it was in the cafeteria when you were running away from Billy. He couldn’t believe that several months have passed since then.

“Did I make you uncomfortable, Steve?” You asked genuinely due to his silence. “No, no it’s not that.” Steve replied. He wasn’t looking at you. Instead he was cleaning off counters to keep himself busy. “Do you… want to talk about it?” You asked Steve. Steve shook her head “No I’m good,” he simply replied,

The two of you could both feel the awkward tension. “Y’know, we’re closing soon and I gotta clean up. You should get going…” Steve said quietly but you were still able to hear it. “Yeah…” you replied in the same hushed voice. You looked at Steve but his back was still turned to face you. His body looked all tense, you couldn’t tell if he was annoyed, upset, or uncomfortable. But you figure it was one of those. “I’ll see you at school…” you said slowly while standing up from your seat. “Yeah. Sounds good.” Steve simply replied in one breath. He moved so his back was still facing you as you got up and left.

Steve couldn’t risk you seeing his bright red face. He felt terrible for making it extremely awkward. He didn’t know if you were genuinely flirting with him, if you were then he wanted to return those feelings. However he still recognized that you call Billy strange names like “love, babe, or even baby girl” if you’re really looking for a fight. Taking the safe route Steve decided to not flirt back with you in any way even though he wished he could. It was most likely just your personality he kept telling himself.

Steve let out a long sigh after you left. He liked you. He knew that. He liked you as much as he liked Nancy. Maybe even more. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. He was tense everytime you were next to him. Your looks, your voice, the way you carry yourself, it was just so different from the way everyone else was. You stood out to him, it made you interesting, it made him fall for you.

“Robin, is it just me or is Steve being weird?” You asked your best friend. The two of you were hanging out at her house over the weekend. You were laying down on her big mattress and she was lying sitting right next to you. “What do you mean? Isn’t he always a dingus?” Robin asked. She definitely could see that sometime was going on. “Well I don’t know, he acts weird. He’s kind of ignoring me. We don’t hang out that much anymore and he always tries to end the conversation when we talk. Maybe I did something wrong?” You said, thinking of all the moments in school when you tried to talk to him he’d just turn you away. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to associate with you at school? But then it wouldn’t make sense for him to ignore you when you, Robin, and him hang out after school.

After a moment of silence Robin gasped. “He might like you!” She said with much enthusiasm. You sprung up from your position, now sitting on the bed. Your eyes were wide, “What!” You exclaimed. “Well he stopped talking about girls. We used to talk about them all the time but now he’s kind of silent,” Robin exclaimed. “Maybe he just moved on? There’s no way it’s because he likes me.” You said. If you were being completely honest you liked Steve, it was a little unfortunate because he had to be one of the straightest men in all of Hawkin’s High besides Billy Hargrove.

“No he probably likes you.” Robin said. “He gets all flustered around you. Just ask him what’s wrong. If he makes a bullshit excuse he definitely likes you,” Robin explained. You disagreed, not wanting to ruin your friendship with Steve.

Robin paused the movie and declared that she was going to the bathroom, you knew what she was doing. It was obvious given the smirk she gave you after she left. Steve however looked like he was about to explode, anxiety ran through his veins.

“Steve is everything alright? You’ve been pretty quiet recently… Did I do anything wrong?” You asked him. Steve’s heart dropped. He didn’t mean to go as far as completely ignoring you, he just didn’t want you to figure out his feelings for you. “Y-yeah I’m fine.” He stuttered.

“No seriously Steve. You’ve been acting really weird recently. It kind of hurts Steve. The way you always turn me down whenever I try to talk to you…” you told him. You weren’t looking at him, instead you were looking down at your hands, fidgeting around.

Steve’s heart broke when he looked at you. You looked upset and hurt. And it pained him even more knowing that it was his fault. “I’m sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong.. it was me just being weird. I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way…” Steve replied, he started to play with his hair to soothe himself. “Yeah but why…” you said, looking for the terrible answer Robin said he’d give you.

The room was silent. “It’s because I like you… a lot… I’m sorry. It’s just that I didn’t want you to find out because I value our friendship and I feel like I’m going to ruin it,” he admitted. He honestly didn’t know what excuse he could make. And seeing the hurt expression on your face made him feel so guilty for purposely pushing you away.

“Steve?” You asked. He turned to you instantly, “yeah?” He replied nervously. “I like you too,” you told him. Steve was about to speak but the two of you jumped when you heard Robin clapping. She was leaning on the door frame. “Yes! I got my two best friends together!” She celebrated. The two of you rolled your eyes.

Steve moved his hand to gently cup your face before he pulled you into a soft kiss. Steve looked at you with loving eyes after the two of you pulled away. Robin joined the couch, sitting on the right side of you so you could sit next to Steve. She gave you a grin before reaching for the remote to continue the movie. Steve put his arm around you and you kissed his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder, enjoying the rest of the movie with him.

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 3

Summary:  Sundae and you get jealous

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Cherry

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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This is a bad idea.  Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was.  Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.  

Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside.  “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you.  “He called.”

“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.

“We gotta…freaking fix that.”

“She’s confused.  She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory.  “See?  Cherry.”

“Dadadadadadadada!”

Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”

“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What?  You’re the one bringing it up.  There’s video evidence to prove it.”

“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her.  “We’re freaking talking.  How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”

“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting.  “No no!”

“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him.  “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”

“No no!  My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman.  “My!”

“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel.  Who was this woman?  Where did she come from?  And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset.  “Sundae, baby, come here.”

“No no!  Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman.  Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s.  “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.

“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice.  It was grating on your nerves.  Cloying in the sound.  Like nails on a chalkboard.

“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up.  He didn’t care.  All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to.  “She’s confused because I was in prison.  Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case.  Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe.  She was pregnant with my child.  You know, standard stuff.  He…freaking protected her.  And took care of her, didn’t you?”

“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him.  Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him.  “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him.  Had been watching the door every time it opened.  Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him.  But right now, he didn’t deserve that.  

“Baby?”

“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers.  You didn’t like anything about this woman.  But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second.  You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.

Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous.  He could see it in your eyes.  Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman.  Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy.  This he couldn’t have.  

He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae.  You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him.  It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.

“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside.  Come on.”

“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out.  Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different.  Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home.  She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.

“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman.  Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman.  Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel.  He would do it.  You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her.  Didn’t like how she was touching him.  You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it.  “Mama, out!”

“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside.  Come on.”

“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her.  You were one thing.  He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?  

Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours.  “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face.  You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people.  She could get trampled on.  Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”

Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person.  Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger.  Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms.  “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest.  Rocking himself back and forth.  He missed her as well.

“Is she the only one?” You glare at him.  He was being unfair.  You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people.  “I see.”

“Cherry, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like?  Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”

“He is her father, and I love him.  I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you.  “He’s a part of my life.”

“Yes, and you’ve made that clear.  And I’m not in that equation anymore.  You got what you needed out of me.”

“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”

“We’re talking now.  You both used me.  And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough.  This was silly, this back and forth.  And he was the third wheel.  “I developed feelings for you and Sundae.  And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true.  This was a bad idea.

“And I can’t watch you two.  I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”

“I never fucking said that.  Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around.  “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk.  This needs to be done in goddamn private.”

“Then you should have asked for just me.  I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek.  Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him.  A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips.  “I’m not your daddy.”

“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her.  Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.

“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman.  “She’s fucking screaming for you.”

“Then deal with her!  She’s your daughter.  Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying.  Walking into the house, and into your bedroom.  Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation.  “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”

“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”

“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house.  He didn’t want to hear Sundae.  Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped.  Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset.  “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”

“You better shut your goddamn mouth.  I was going to fucking tell you something.”

“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert.  “Tell me!  What the hell do you even have to say?  Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought.  Choked.  If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“She loves you!”

“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard.  He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here?  You were right.  This was a bad idea.  “Go on, tell me?  Which fucking one, Freezy?  Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off!  I don’t fucking need this shit.  Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.  

Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen.  All of them frozen, and scared to move.  “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”

He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground.  “Out!  Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath.  Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky.  Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here.  Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.  

He was confused.  Cherry was the only exception.  He loved Cherry in his way, too.  But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you.  Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together.  “Fuuuck!” He screams again.  He didn’t know.  Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.  

He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away.  Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter.  Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever.  This would not happen again.

He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby.  “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily.  Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest.  “There there, darling.  It’s going to be okay.  Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right.  Man to man.  Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes.  “Is her sleepy?  Her needs her little ice cream cone.”

There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl.  Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone.  Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head.  He would make it right.  You and Sundae were not going to be upset again.  Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family.  He was in fact, the cherry on top.

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Who are you?

Bosch w. x gn! reader

introducing kali! i had to split this up into multiple parts to motivate me to write more. plus i want to know if you all are interested in this plot before i add more to it.

As Kali stepped in, she could hear shouts and fists slamming against punching bags. She scanned the room eagerly taking in the sight of the gym and the bustling training ground. She heard from a couple of people on the streets that you were taking classes here. And she had to see for herself.

Luke gave her a warm smile as she came in. "Hey there, You must be Kali. Welcome to Buckler's Security Services. I'm glad you can join us." He said extending his hand.  

Kali returned the smile as she shook Luke's hand excitedly. "Thank you, Sir. I've heard so much about this place, especially about Y/n, cause I'm a huge fan." she exclaimed, making him laugh. 

"Sir? I don't think I'm that old yet." He said. "Well, you're in luck because they're actually here today. So let me introduce you to them." he said, leading her over to you. 

She couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness course through her veins as they approached. Kali's seen hundreds of videos of your fights online, and even tried to replicate them herself. But they were never perfect or remotely similar to yours, so she had to learn from you. Her future master.

You were in the middle of a stretch when you heard Coach call your name.

"Hey! There's someone I want you to meet. " Luke called out. "This is Kali, She's one of the new recruits I told you guys about during our workout sesh' last week. And apparently, she's heard a lot about you through the grapevine."

"Hopefully good things." you sighed. "Bosch still doesn't let me forget anything from the Novice League."

"Probably not. But she did mention that she's a fan of yours. So I do expect you to step up and help mentor her during the duration of your stay." He said gesturing to Kali.

"A fan? I didn't even know I had any."

You turned towards her with a friendly smile as you extended a hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Kali. Welcome to Buckler's." 

"The pleasure is all mine." Kali said shaking your hand. "You're the reason why I wanted to join this gym in the first place. I've seen videos of your fights on Footube, and you looked so cool."

You grinned at Kali's words. "I'm glad to hear. And If you ever need pointers, don't hesitate to ask." you replied.

​​When Bosch entered the gym, he immediately sought you out, scanning the room until he found you. But his gaze lingered a little longer when he noticed you talking to someone he wasn't familiar with. You both were laughing about something he couldn't hear, and the girl seemed completely absorbed in everything you had to say. Almost hanging onto every word.

Bosch furrowed his brow in confusion as he approached you. 

"Hey." he said, his voice laced with curiosity as he glanced at the unknown face. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, Bosch! This is Kali. She's part of the new regime Buckler's set out last week."  you replied, motioning to her.

Bosch gave Kali a once-over before turning back to you. "Yeah, I got that. But why is she practically attached to your hip?" he said.

You raised a brow at Bosch's tone, picking up his annoyance. "We just hit it off, I guess. She's also interested in street fighting, so we've been talking about some tips when we're out and about."

Kali extended her hand to him with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you. Bosch, right?"

Bosch glanced at her hand before folding his arms across his chest. "Right." he replied briefly.

Kali's smile faltered at his indifference. "That's a nice name. Are you from here?" she said.

"No."

Sensing rising tension you interjected with forced cheerfulness. "So Kali, did you enjoy flow training? You picked up the moves pretty quickly during warm-ups."

Kali nodded but her enthusiasm was slightly dimmed. "It's fun, and I really like the atmosphere here. Everyone seems so passionate about working out."

Bosch hummed, shifting his weight slightly before excusing himself to the locker rooms.

As he walked away, Kali glanced at you sensing the tension. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

You sighed, shaking your head. "Bosch can be a bit...withdrawn when meeting people." You also wondered what's affecting him this much. Was it Kali? How weird.

"Well, I don't want to start any problems." Kali replied.

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to him later. But I'm pretty sure it's nothing." You said patting her back.

You met up with Bosch in the locker rooms but you couldn't help but notice the tense aura that emanated off of him. So you tried to strike up a conversation about today's schedule hoping to break the ice.

"What do you think Coach is gonna make us do today? Core strength? Power drills? Grappling?" you asked pulling your gym clothes out of your bag.

"Who knows." he said avoiding your gaze as he unlaced his shoes. His response was short and lacking its usual tone.

Sensing something was off, you asked "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." Though his words sounded hollow. He placed his shoes neatly under your shared locker.

You still couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something. And you knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him. But if he was refusing to open up. There's no point in pushing it, for now at least.

"Well, let's head to the training area and find out." you said, shoving your gym bag into the locker and closing it immediately so it doesn't fall out.

"You know that's going to fall when we come back."

"I'll deal with it later." You brushed off his concerns.

As you both walked towards the training area, you made a mental note to try and talk to him again.

During the wind-down period, you noticed Kali and the rest of the new recruits looking worn out Although you hardly broke a sweat, training must've been grueling for them, you remember when you started off, you could walk for days. 

You flashed her a sympathetic smile and motioned for her to join you. "Kali, why don't you rest with us?" you said, patting the space next to you and Bosch.

She brightened at the invitation and settled down beside you with a grateful sigh. 

Bosch was too focused on stretching to acknowledge her presence, so you turned your attention to her. "How are you holding up? I know it must suck for all this information to be sprung on you so soon." You asked. 

"I'm okay." Kali replied, lying down on the mat. "I got some things down, but there's certain moves I'm still having a hard time with."

"Don't worry, you'll get there. It's just gonna take some time before you see true progress." You reassured her. "Just keep practicing and asking questions. Bosch and I are here to help you if you need it."

"I appreciate it, but all this movement is only making me hungry." she said tiredly.

"Luckily for you, there's a wide range of food options in Metro City. But there's a cheap burrito truck downtown that's open til 1 if you're craving good cheap food."

Kali lit up at the mention of Burritos. "That sounds awesome! I've actually been craving some good Mexican food for a while." 

You hesitated before asking Bosch, noticing the distant look in his eyes. "Hey, did you want to join us for a quick burrito run?" you asked, hoping he would.

He glanced at you two before declining. "Nah, I got some stuff I need to finish up. You guys go ahead without me." he said.

Your mood fell at his response. You know he's been acting distant and you wanted to remain oblivious to it. But you couldn't shake the feeling that Bosch's animosity towards Kali is causing tension between them.

"Are you sure? It'll be fun." You pried, trying to coax him.

"I'm sure. I'll catch up with you later." He responded, turning his attention back to stretching.

"Bosch, Is everything really okay?" You asked.

You both made your way to the locker rooms after putting some of the heavier equipment away.

When Coach asked for you two to act as mentors for the new class, you thought it would be light work. But it was definitely more than you bargained for when hauling large equipment around. As tiring as it was, it's required for older trainees to help the newer ones for an easier transition.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, pushing the doors to the locker room, though his tone lacked any emotion.

You frowned, still sensing his reluctance. "Are you sure? You seem a little off today." You began to unwrap your arm guards.

Bosch's jaw tightened at your persistence as he adjusted his own wraps. "It's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all."

You knew he was still lying to you to save face. And your instincts are telling you there's something deeper troubling Bosch than the new girl. But before you could press any further, he spoke up.

"Look, go enjoy your burritos with Kali. And I'll see you at home." Bosch said, giving you a forced smile.

Nodding at his response, you decided to go along with this charade. But you can't help but notice the guilt forming in your stomach. "Alright, but if you ever need to talk, I'm here."

"I know." he hummed.

After you took off your arm guards, you moved to your locker to grab your spare shoes.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" Bosch motioned to the locker. 

"Um, Nothing I could think of off the top of my head." You furrowed your brows. You knew you wanted to check up on him, but that's probably not what he was referring to. 

With a sigh, He reached out to pull the locker open. And sure enough, the contents of the overstuffed locker spilled out onto the floor. First, it was your gym bag you haphazardly shoved in. Then came your spare shoes. Then notebooks. Then some ankle weights. Then the towels. Then a couple of random items you both should've thrown out already. 

"…Oh that." You sheepishly said.

"I told you this would happen." Bosch shook his head as he bent down to gather up the scattered belongings.

You couldn't help but laugh at the mess as you joined him on the floor. 

While shuffling through the clutter, you picked up a picture of a class photo from a year ago when you and Bosch joined. Luke insisted on taking them when a good chunk of students graduated from boot camp so he could hang them in his office. Of course, some occasionally came back to use the gym, but most are doing their own things now.

You kinda missed them, especially seeing the faces of your old mentors. "You know, we're gonna be graduating from Buckler's this year." 

Bosch stopped his movements when he saw you staring at the photo in your hands.

"Yeah, it's hard to believe it's been that long already." he replied, leaning in to see.

"Do you have any plans after you graduate?" You glanced at him.

"I do. But it won't be around here."

"Where are you going?" This is the first time you're hearing about this, is he leaving Metro City?

"I have some stuff I need to work out," Bosch said returning to pick up the scattered possessions. "And I won't be able to do it if I stay here."

After a beat of silence, he decided to turn the question on you. "What about you?"

You hesitated, looking back to the photo. "I don't know yet. I do want to travel the world, meet new people, and find what it really means to be strong. But in the end…" You paused. "I guess I'll follow you."

Bosch's gaze softened at your words.

You both continue to sort out the trash from your things and organize them in a way so they don't immediately fall out of your locker. And after checking to see if you put everything in place, you finally slammed the door shut.

"I guess I should've listened to you." you said tiredly while lacing up your shoes.

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't stay out too late." He replied, tying his chuba with both sleeves on.

"I promise to get you something from the truck so you don't starve." You fasten the gym bag around your shoulder before saying your goodbyes.

"I love you." you waved.

"Love you too."

"Hey, sorry about Bosch." You said as you and Kali walked towards your destination. "He's been... stressed out lately. So try not to take what he says to heart. He's a sweet guy once you get to know him."

She shrugged, locking her hands behind her head. "It's cool. I'm sure he's just busy with other things. Plus, I've heard worse from the creeps here."

"Yeah, but I don't want you to get the impression this is how he normally acts." You loosened your shoulder strap so it could drape across your torso. "If it gets too much, don't hesitate to tell me."

Kali laughed it off saying "Don't worry. I'm a Florida girlie, so I know how to handle myself when it comes to fighting."

As you two drew closer to the truck, you could smell the scent of sizzling meat wafting through the air.

People were already enjoying their meal on benches parked outside of the truck. The atmosphere was lively with chatter and music.

"You're in for a treat tonight. Their Carne asada is the best, I recommend that or the Veggie Burrito with extra cheese." You said, making your way to the line. "And don't worry about the price, it's on me."

"Sweet! But I think I'll actually get the Pollo Tacos instead." Kali cheered, pointing at the menu. You laughed at her eagerness, she looked like a small child in a candy store.

As you approached the window you ordered your food and received a ticket number. You made sure to grab Bosch one too so he has something to eat later.

While waiting you decided to ask Kali some questions about her. "You said you're from Florida, right? Was there a big scene for fighting down there?"

"Yeah, but nothing really came from them. So I felt stunted when I wanted to learn more." She said folding her arms.

"So what did get you into street fighting?" You asked tucking your hands into your jacket to shield yourself from the cold.

"My big sis and I did Karate together, but it got boring after a while. Everything felt too formal and stiff. And I wanted something more raw, more real." Kali recalled looking at the sky. "It wasn't until I stumbled on a street fight after walking home from school. Seeing them throw down was crazy, and I wanted to know more. So I stayed up all night and watch street fighting videos on Footube until I passed out. I connected more with people around the world than my peers in my dojo. And that's when I decided to leave Karate and take fighting to the streets." 

"I get it. Sometimes, traditional martial arts can feel too structured. Street fighting has its own kind of freedom, you know? It's like using whatever you have at your disposal to defend yourself." You mused.

"Right! Plus, I heard that Metro City is like street fighting central, so I wanted to check it out." she added.

"You're not wrong. It's definitely the place to be if you're into combat sports. Metro City has some of the best fighters around, and I have a feeling you'll fit right in." You said glancing at her.

After a while, they called your number and you hurriedly grabbed the food when you heard your stomach growl.

"Finally! I've been craving this all day." She said, practically inhaling the tacos, as you laughed.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with Kali. Is this what being a mentor is like? Young fighters who look up to you for guidance as they start their journey to getting stronger. It feels kinda nice. 

"I'm home!" You shouted, opening the door to your shared apartment.

You kicked off your shoes and dropped your gym bag before making your way over to the couch. You placed the burrito bag on the table and plopped on the couch with a huff as you felt the soft pillows make contact with your skin. You were finally home and you wanted nothing more than to relax.

As you waited for Bosch, you took a moment to yourself and listened to the familiar noises around you. Like the hum of the heater or the ticking of the clock.

As he emerged from the bathroom with damp hair, you noticed the drops of water dripping down his chin with a towel around his neck. He glanced at the bag on the table. "You actually got me food?"

You nodded, face practically buried in the pillows. "I said I would. Especially since you stayed later. I thought you might be hungry after everything."

Bosch's lips curved into a small smile as he sat next to you. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

You feel warm at his response. "Of course. I know how hard you've been training lately, so it's the least I could do."

After you both settled in, you asked once more how he's been feeling as you pushed yourself upright.

Bosch sighed, shoulders tensing at your question. "Can you stop asking me that? I told you, I'm fine." He said, nuzzling himself deeper on the couch.

"I'm just concerned."

"I know you are." Maybe he was being unreasonable.

"I hope you know I'm always here for you if you need me."

"...yeah."

As you two sat in silence, an idea came to your mind. With a smile, you grabbed the towel around his neck and began to dry his hair. He tensed at your movements, but ultimately relaxed once he realized what you were doing.

"Your hair feels so silky when it's wet." You mused, enjoying the moment.

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as you continued your movements. Bosch let out a hum, relishing in the sensation.

Despite everything, You were happy to meet the new faces. Who were they? What were their passions? And why did they decide to land on Buckler's?

But as you squeezed the remaining water out of Bosch's hair, your excitement resurfaced, and you couldn't help but start gushing about the new recruits. "You know, it's exciting to have more people join Buckler's. I've never been a mentor before, but Kali and the rest of the trainees seem so eager to learn. And I really think I can help them improve."

Bosch's expression shifted to annoyance. "Can you...be quiet for a moment?" He said, interrupting your rambling. His tone wasn't overtly mean, but it definitely meant not right now.

Your smile fell, realizing that maybe this wasn't the time to discuss Kali.

So you nodded silently, focusing your attention on his hair as you continued to dry it in silence. Your intimate affair was now filled with growing tension.

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The Lesson

Lessons Series Masterpost PREV | NEXT

Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x female reader, Benedict Bridgerton x female reader.

Summary: Anthony agrees to teach Benedict the ways he keeps his girl satisfied.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, threesome (FMM), d/s relationships, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f to m, m to f), squirting, deepthroat, vaginal sex, no incest, please note not a marriage relationship.

W/C: 4.2K (jeez sorry)

A/N: This fic is a request fill for @iboopedyournose and is dedicated to her. I hope I have fulfilled the brief and that you enjoy. Please read the tags, this one is pretty spicy. Thanks to @makaylan for betaing.

“If she agrees to this, two rules for you, brother. One, no kissing. Two, your clothes stay on.”

****

Standing in Anthony’s study, you fidget with your robe. Tonight will be a first. There are butterflies in your stomach from nerves, yes, but also a tinge of excitement.

“You’ll be wonderful,” Anthony soothes. “Thank you again for doing this,” he adds sincerely, giving you a quick kiss as there is a knock at the door.

“Come in," he calls.

Anthony’s brother, Benedict, enters the room, closing the door behind himself. Anthony gestures towards a chair a few feet in front of his desk.

This is the first time you have met his slightly younger brother. A little taller than Anthony, his hair is unmistakably Bridgerton chestnut brown, but whereas Anthony’s eyes are a warm brown, his are piercing blue. Predictably, you find him attractive too. No wonder every lady of the ton wants to land herself a Bridgerton.

“Brother, welcome. I hope this evening proves educational for you.” Anthony wanders to his bureau and pours three brandies. Handing one to you, one to Benedict. “As you know, this is a special type of intimate arrangement, and I believe I explained before how this works.”

“I recall. What are your words?” Benedict has a genuine curiosity.

“We use green for continue and red for stop. You will hear me ask for a colour sometimes. Although I know much of what my girl likes and does not like.” He reaches over and touches your face briefly before continuing. “Having a spectator is a new thing, but my girl has agreed to this so that you can learn more.”

You take a fortifying sip of your brandy.

“Thank you” Benedict looks at you directly; the sincerity of his voice is touching. You smile shyly in return.

“She has also agreed for you to partake in certain activities," Anthony clarifies.

Benedict's lips part slightly in surprise, a bloom of pink dusting his cheeks. Oh, that is adorable. You decide that you would very much like him to take part. 

“Any other questions?” Anthony asks, coming closer to you and placing his arm loosely around your waist.

“None yet," Benedict replies, relaxing back in his chair and taking a drink. 

“Excellent, then we shall begin,” Anthony says brusquely. Before turning his face to your ear.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you murmur, glancing over at Benedict and placing your glass aside. 

The arm around your waist disappears, and Anthony stands up very straight. He grabs your chin hard and pulls your face up to look at him.

“Take off your robe," he commands.

While he holds your chin up, you immediately scramble to untie your robe, pushing it off your shoulders and letting it fall to a heap on the floor.

You hear Benedict take a sharp inhale. You are completely naked.

“Good girl. Now, what did I tell you expressly not to do this week?” Anthony intones, his hand slipping from your chin to hold your throat.

“Touch myself," you reply.

“And what did I find you doing this morning?” He asks, knowing full well the answer. He had said he would deal with your insolence later. Now, it appears, is that later.

“My lord, I…” you protest.

“What did I find you doing?” Anthony snarls, crowding into you, his fingers digging in a little.

“I was only playing with my nipples," you blurt out defensively.  You feel Benedict’s gaze heavy on you, slipping to look at your breasts.

“That is touching yourself, my girl," he grinds out. “And that means you broke my rule.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again," you plea. Knowing full well you will - every damn time. Mainly because you love the punishment; you also love to press all his buttons. Anthony riled up is your favourite thing; him snapping and barking orders is your biggest weakness. 

“Too late for apologies now," he clips. “What happens when you disobey my rules?” you know some of this is performative for Benedict, who you can see out the corner of your eye, is now leaning forward, looking engrossed.

“I get disciplined,” you exhale.

“That’s right.” Anthony dives down and gives you a deep kiss. Full of tongue and teeth. Possessive. His hand slips down from your throat and tweaks your right nipple hard between his knuckles as he pulls away. You cry out at the intense feeling. He brings his other hand to your left nipple and does the same; the pleasure is intense. He is practically pulling your weight up by those two points. You cant your body towards him breathing heavy.

“As you can see, brother,” Anthony says almost conversationally, “a firm hand is often best. Do you see the way her body pulled towards me just now? That’s a good indicator it is wanted.”

You are fighting the urge to whine from the intense feeling. He finally releases your nipples, and you moan and sag against him, clinging to his jacket.

“Now, here is a reason to let your girl wear her hair loose in private,” Anthony imparts over your shoulder before grabbing your hair into his fist and dragging you around the desk. The pull on your scalp burns, but it only enhances your arousal, and he knows it. 

He manhandles you until you are pressed against his desk, him standing behind you. You both face Benedict now.

“Lean over the desk," Anthony orders. You place your hands in front of you and lean forward, the wood edge of his desk biting into your hip. His hand is still gripping your hair as he kicks your feet apart slightly.

“Now, take your punishment like a good girl, and maybe you’ll get a treat after,” he growls in your ear, running his hand up the back of your thigh, then pulling it away.

Smack 

The crack of sound as Anthony’s hand makes contact with your cheek rings loud. The first hit always makes you jump and keen loudly. It's the same every time he spanks you. You drop your eyes briefly to deal with the sting. Then you look up, and you lock eyes with Benedict. He doesn't look away. It seems like he wants to devour you, and oh god, you might just let him if he keeps looking at you like that.

Smack

You breathe hard as the sting radiates out from the other cheek.  Anthony pulls your hair tighter.

“I don't hear you counting my girl," he warns.

“Two," you rush in response. 

“That’s better," Anthony lectures. Then his tone changes, “I find ten is a good number for this brother.”

Smack

“Three," you whisper. Benedict smirks at you crookedly. You can’t look away.

“It's a good idea to vary the angle and position of your hand," Anthony advises. “Ensure the whole cheek is thoroughly reddened. If you wish to go a little harder….” 

SMACK

“….You may find a very pleasing handprint pattern will appear," he imparts.

“Four…. My lord, please, please,” you rasp; that one was particularly harsh. You flex your hands, nails scratching into the wood, and push your hips back, trying to make contact with his body, desperate for some friction.

Anthony ignores your pleas and shoves you back against the table, calling out, “I recommend you view this closer to see the exact technique.”

Your heart leaps into your mouth as Benedict rises from his chair. Your eyes track his movement, and you could swear he winks at you as he passes.

Smack

“Five”

Anthony lets go of your hair, and both hands rub your abused skin gently, alleviating the stings. “Brother, would you care to do the rest?”

Your head whips around over your shoulder.

“Colour," Anthony orders. 

“Green," you whimper, almost ashamed of how much you want this.

He smirks, and you turn back, your face blushing. Anthony walks around the desk to stand right in front of you. Anticipation burns as he grabs your jaw with both hands and draws his face close to yours.

Smack

Benedict’s hand seems enormous. His hit is different to Anthony's. It’s not harsh glancing blows; his hand lingers, and his fingertips dig into your flesh slightly, elongating the sting. 

“Six," you pant into Anthony’s mouth, pushing back into Benedict’s grip. He knows precisely what he is doing; he is no novice and needs no teaching. 

“Oh, you enjoyed that one, didn’t you, you filthy girl” Anthony purrs. 

“Yes, my lord," you sigh—his hand curls around the back of your head.

Smack

“Seven” Anthony’s kiss muffles most of your count this time.

Benedict’s hands cup your ass, and he pulls your cheeks apart. You know he can see right between your legs now, sees just how much you are enjoying this. You feel the cool air on your soaked inner thighs.

“Is she always so responsive?” Benedict’s voice rings out.

“Yes, she is. My girl just adores a good spanking.” Anthony preens. He’s not looking at Benedict, though; he’s looking directly at you, your face inches from his and breathing each other’s air. “It’s why she constantly breaks my rules. She wants me to punish her. She craves it,” he utters heavily right into your mouth, running a finger down your face. Somehow them talking about you as if you aren’t directly between them is the hottest thing.

Smack-smack

Benedict uses both hands and hits one cheek after the other in rapid succession.

“Eight, nine," you count, pushing back harder, chasing the sting. 

“My girl, look at you," Anthony breathes heavily into your ear, “you are positively dripping for us, aren’t you?”

You nod. Then you feel two fingers rest against your folds.

“Colour.” The voice is not Anthony’s.

Your eyes widen as you look to Anthony for guidance. He just raises an eyebrow. You had agreed to this earlier, in theory.

“Green," you mumble.

Benedict plunges two fingers inside you, and you scream out just as he deals a final stinging blow to your poor reddened cheeks. 

SMACK

“Ten,” you exhale hard.

“Well done, my good girl.” Anthony praises, kissing your forehead.

But Benedict’s fingers don’t stop. He is doing something you have never even felt before. It’s a twisting motion that’s just the right side of painful, just what you need to distract you from the sting of the spanking. You stare at Anthony open-mouthed, breathing hard. 

“Looks like you are getting your treat after all.” Anthony's voice is velvety. “Whatever you are doing, brother, keep going. Take her to the edge. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my girl? 

You nod. Benedict changes motion. His fingers hook forward; he starts to drag lightly on that place inside that can make you scream.

Anthony cups your face and stares deep into your eyes. “I recommend finding her special spot; you’ll know when you’ve hit it.”

Benedict doesn’t need Anthony’s advice; he already found it and is just teasing you. He knows exactly what he is doing, making you unnerved and excited. But more than anything, you don’t want him to stop; you want him as much as you want Anthony. 

“My lord, can Mr Bridgerton talk to me?” You breathe as he keeps teasing, never dragging hard enough to give you the relief you crave. 

“You greedy girl,” Anthony tuts, running a thumb over your bottom lip. “One man talking to you isn’t enough?”

“This is a lesson, is it not, my lord?” you entreat, kissing his thumb. You don't see or hear an exchange between the brothers, but Benedict suddenly yanks you back upright roughly by your hair, flush against his solid body, fingers still buried in you. 

“Call me Sir, or I will stop right now, you hear me.” He menaces into your ear. It’s so blisteringly hot you forget to breathe for a second. 

“Yes, Sir,” you pant. Benedict starts to bear down on that spot, his thumb now ghosting on your clit. You writhe against him as he takes you higher. You can feel his cock against your lower back, and oh god, you burn to see it.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. I’m going to pin you onto this desk, and you are going to take my brother's cock right down your pretty throat while I make you come. Don't even pretend that it isn't exactly what you want. Do you understand me?”

Your moan is loud and unbidden. Ok, so you were wrong; he doesn’t need to practice a damn thing. Not even Anthony has talked to you quite like that before.

“I said, do you understand me?” He yanks harder on your hair so you are looking at the ceiling.

“Yes, Sir,” you mewl. He pulls his fingers out of you, spins you around to face him and pushes you down onto the desk, holding you in place with a firm hand on your ribcage, your juices smearing across your skin from his fingers.

“Brother, I rather think you undersold your skills and experience in this,” Anthony says warily.

“I’m just a fast learner,” Benedict counters, “and you're an excellent teacher.”

Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr Bridgerton, you think to yourself, knowing he has been two steps ahead of every suggestion Anthony has made tonight.

However, Anthony seems happy with that answer. He smirks down at you, hooking his thumb into the corner of your mouth as he snaps off the stays for his braces and unbuttons his trousers. 

Benedict, meanwhile, roughly pulls your legs open wide, sinks to the floor and wraps one arm tight around your hip. He buries his face into you, his mouth suctioning hard onto your clit, his nose pressing deep into your flesh. His fingers plunge back into you as before; It’s a blindingly sudden, almost violent, sensation.

“Holy shi…," you hiss, tilting your head back, your jaw slackening.

It’s the perfect opportunity for Anthony to slide his cock right into your waiting mouth. So familiar to you, but every time surprising in its heat and size. Benedict’s tongue spears against your clit, causing you to scream, but it’s muffled against Anthony as he slides deeper, hitting your throat.

“Christ," Anthony stutters,” I felt that. Don’t you dare stop, brother” 

“Oh, she’ll be screaming some more," Benedict pulls away an inch to reply smugly, wrapping his free hand around the crest of your pubic bone. His fingers start stroking hard on that spot inside, and you can feel the pressure from the heel of his palm on the same place outside. This man is dangerous, is all you can think.

Anthony withdraws slightly, allowing you a breath, then plunges back in, pushing deeper into your throat just as you need to squeal again. His groan is guttural, and he reaches out to grab your breasts. He holds himself there, pushing your limits, tears forming in your eyes.

“That’s it. Good girl, you can take it,” his voice rough. You pound his thigh asking him to allow you a breath, but he pushes a little longer. When he finally pulls out, you gasp hard for air, your saliva dripping from his glistening cock onto your nose. 

Benedict uses his teeth on your clit. You yell out loud, an unbearable pressure building. You’re lightheaded.

Anthony slides his cock back into your mouth; you run your tongue along the underside, sucking hard; he does it again, hitting your limits, stopping your breath. He starts fucking in with shallow pushes, and you can’t breathe. All the while, Benedict is taking your body somewhere unfamiliar and almost painful with pressure. He is holding you down so tight as you physically fight him to curl in on the powerful sensations. It burns white-hot all around your clit and deep inside.

“Brother, you may want to watch this," you hear Benedict alert.

Anthony gags your screaming as you feel a massive pressure release, your whole pelvis convulsing. You feel a gush, like something you've never experienced before, and wetness all over your thighs.

“Fuck I didn’t know she could even do that," Anthony groans, transfixed by the sight.

“And with your cock in her throat too,” Benedict replies, wiping his face on his sleeve.

“Oh, good girl, you have made such a beautiful mess of my desk," Anthony purrs after finally sliding out to allow you reprieve,

“What the hell was that?” You shudder, fighting for air in your lungs, your whole body shaking.

“That was your treat," Benedict replies with a tone that makes you want him to do it again, repeatedly.

Anthony reaches down and kisses you, holding your jaw tight. “Oh, my girl,” his gravelly voice,“ you are a wonder. Now please spin around so I can give you the hard fuck I know you are craving.” 

“I think we may need to be the ones who move, brother”, Benedict says, reading your mind. “I don't think she's capable of it just yet.” 

“Can I kiss Mr Bridgerton, my lord?” You ask wistfully, wanting to thank him, to taste yourself on his lips.

“No, you may not.” Anthony’s tone cutting, apparently jealous, “If you so much as try, I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” 

“Is that a promise, my lord?” you counter, a little smirk forming on your lips as he rounds the desk. Benedict passes the other way, like hands on a clock. Both peeling off their jackets and waistcoats, leaving their shirts. 

Anthony grabs your hips and bodily heaves you to the edge of the desk. He doesn’t tease you; you are so soaked there is no need. He pushes into the hilt in one hard thrust. You cry out as your body adjusts to the sudden invasion. His cock feels huge and heavy and so so hot.

“Fuck, you have never felt this swollen before", Anthony growls. His hand snakes up to your throat. 

You breathe heavily as he holds you down, feeling the pressure of his palm against your windpipe, the pleasurable ache in your pelvis as he pushes deep, the squelching sound of all that fluid. You grab onto Anthony’s muscular forearms and push your hips hard against him. You look backwards and see Benedict entranced by the sight.

“Like what you see, Sir," you rasp coquettishly. You know flirting with Benedict will rile Anthony up, but you can't help yourself.

“Brother, kindly shut her up, " Anthony barks, removing his hand from your throat, shaking your grip off his arms, grabbing around your thighs as leverage.

Benedict crouches down, his lips next to your ear. You can smell yourself on his face. He pins your wrists down hard against the desk. 

“You don’t have permission to talk, and the only things I want to hear are pants and screams. Now, are you going to behave or do I need to shut you up?”

“How will you do that, sir” you challenge between Anthony’s hard strokes.

“Oh, I see why he likes you; you’re so feisty. As much as I would love to shut you up with my cock in your mouth, I saw you are so damn good at it; Anthony has ground rules. So I’ll just have to settle for gagging you with my hand.” 

The thought of taking him into your throat while Anthony fucks you makes you clench hard. Anthony growls at the tightness, changing his hip angle to push deeper. It’s almost painful now—the fullness, the heat, the weight of him. You need more, more of everything.

“Please talk to me, sir," you whisper fervently. “I promise I’ll be good; I won’t say another word, just please, please talk to me.”

Benedict watches you writhing, a sinful smirk on his face “you want my voice and my brother's cock?” 

You nod hard. The movement is exaggerated by the push and pull of your body as Anthony fucks into you.

Benedict crowds in until his lips ghost the shell of your ear. “You think Anthony knows how to treat you?” His voice is pitched so low it’s just for you, his hot breath on your jawbone. He wraps a hand around your throat as Anthony had before. “Dear girl, I could tame you in a thousand ways, and you’d beg me for more.”

You whimper at his words and then moan as Anthony lifts your hips, pulls your legs up flush against him, hooking your feet onto his shoulders, pounding harder.

“My brother is a fool to share you. Oh, I’d let people watch as you cry pretty tears. But touch you? God, no.” He moves his hand to trail a finger over your breast. “I came here tonight not to learn; you know that better than anyone now, but to meet you. The one he disappears off to every single night without fail. Call it curiosity. But then, oh, you pushed back into my hands as I spanked you, your sweet tight cunt dripping down your thighs, and now I get it. I’ve never been jealous of anything he had. Until now. I-“

“What are you saying, brother?” Anthony’s voice cuts in, slightly breathless with exertion. He is watching as you stare heavenward, Benedict’s face pressed into your cheek, hand on your breast. He can tell you are under a spell, and he does not like being excluded from it.

“I’m just talking to your girl about you," Benedict replies with half-truths “she so loves being talked to, doesn’t she? It’s the only way I could shut her up.”

Anthony grunts in agreement, mouthing at your calf next to his face. 

“Kiss me, my lord," you call out, reaching for him, Feeling guilty for the intense moment you shared with Benedict.

Anthony’s face softens; he unhooks your legs from his shoulder and surges over your body. The pace of his thrusts turns languid as his tongue invades your mouth. Your hand reaches out and grabs Benedict’s hair, tugging hard. He groans slightly, and you desperately want to kiss him too. Anthony intuits your desires.

“My girl, kissing you is my privilege alone, you know that. But how about my brother be allowed to use his mouth elsewhere? ” Anthony hums, running his lips down your neck. “Maybe your nipples, hmmm? I know how you love them to be bitten when you are being fucked hard” with the last word, he curls his body in and thrusts deep, making you cry out.

“Yes, please, thank you, my lord, that would be wonderful,” you praise, his thrusts turning gentle and shallow again.

Anthony looks over to Benedict. “You heard the girl.” 

Benedict pushes closer and instantly wraps his lips around your right nipple. The suction, the heat of his mouth, and the edge of his teeth have you keening. With more than a touch of brotherly competition, Anthony attacks your other nipple the same way. Words fail; all you can do is pant and writhe—these beautiful boys.

“Why brother, I think we have found another way to keep her quiet,” Benedict jests gently, rubbing his nose over your pebbled nipple.

Anthony pulls upright again. “Indeed, but maybe it’s time she screams again," he adds darkly, a hand moving between your legs.

Your body still burns from the intensity earlier, and the minute his fingers touch you, your breath catches in a staccato; the crest of your next orgasm is so close, so fast.

“My lord,” you breathe, “I'm so close already.”

He starts to move in earnest, feeling the ripples inside you. He growls and pushes harder. He is chasing his completion as fast as yours is approaching. Benedict is all teeth just as you want, you need. It burns where he bites down and pulls up, stretching your flesh, bringing just the right level of pain.

“Touch yourself, sir," you whisper as close as you can to his ear. Benedict groans hard at your suggestion. You hear him fumbling with his buttons, and you hiss, “yes sir, please come with me, please”.

Anthony somehow manages to curl over one side of you to kiss you deeply as he hooks a hand under your shoulder, using it as leverage to push so deep you can only stare into his eyes open-mouthed, panting hard. 

It's different to the blinding intensity earlier. Your orgasm comes in a wave, pulsing against Anthony’s cock, notching up your spine from your tailbone, each pulse causing your toes to tense and release in time with your pussy. You hear Anthony talking but you don't listen to the content, just the vibration his voice causes against your body. Your hand cling to his shirt, your other buried in Benedict's hair.

Anthony pulls out and you feel him coming warm on your stomach. Benedict groans and shudders; his mouth is smearing against your chest, spilling himself too. The room smells of sex, and the only sound is your trio of heavy breathing.

There's also a slight undercurrent of uncertainty that makes you wonder if there is any regret. Certainly not on your part. “So, same time tomorrow, boys?” you ask brightly after a few moments.

The corresponding laughter from both of them lifts your spirits. 

[jvngkook97]

hey sage! love ur work. can i request a jungkook scenario where ur his date to an awards show and it’s the first time ur seen in public together? i love fluff, but u can do what ever u feel. thank u!!!

Star Of The Show

pairing; idol!jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, smut, established relationship, awards show au

warnings; cursing, light angst in the form of a small squabble, oral (f receiving), fingering, clit play, tongue fucking, nipple play, praise kink, dirty talk, semi (?) public sex in an alley, pretend that Jungkook is the only one who sings ‘for youth’ for all intents and purposes of this fic, and that he’s not part of BTS

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,382

a/n; this request has been saved in my drafts for awhile, so I apologize for the wait! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Jeon Jungkook has been your boyfriend for the better half of three years.

The only catch? You two have been a secret.

The public has no idea who you are, nor what you look like.

Until now.

Jungkook was currently half way around the world on a promotional tour that ends with him coming back home to you, him having been invited and nominated for a prestigious award that all artists who had a career in music could only ever dream of being part of the category.

The ‘Artist of the Year’ award presented by the World Music Awards show.

You nearly spit out your drink when he told you so casually over FaceTime. He was even in the middle of doing a simple task of washing dishes, his phone propped against a stack of decorative recipe books he’s never looked through.

As he aggressively scrubbed two day old dishes where the food was basically engrained in them at this point, he grunted it out, brows furrowed in sheer determination to rid of the scum.

“Oh! I didn’t tell you. I’m nominated for the Artist of the Year Award.” His tongue began poking out from between his lips in concentration, his gaze completely off your comically gaping mouth that he would’ve laughed at otherwise if he wasn’t currently distracted.

“Jungkook! That’s amazing! Why the hell are you at home doing dishes instead of celebrating?”

He paused in his scrubbing to flash you a quick guilty look, before continuing with his assault on the dishes. You tried not to get side tracked yourself, eyes lingering on the way his arms flexed deliciously from the domestic task. Him looking all the more irresistible in his tight, black, long sleeved, turtleneck he was wearing today. Leaning close to the camera with a suspicious look on your face, your voice was eerily calm as you spoke his name.

“Jungkook.” Silence.

You gasped at his complete and utter betrayal.

He winced, and chanced a glance at your FaceTime video call form, apology already dripping from his supple, yet traitorous lips.

“Y/N—Baby, you know, it’s a funny story?” He laughed falsely, as his Adam’s apple bobbed due to him gulping in fear of being on the bad end of your wrath.

“When. Did. You. Find. Out. Baby?”

Your eyes were narrowed into slits, as you slowly spoke making sure to annunciate each word clearly.

His voice was low, but you heard him answer.

“JEON JUNGKOOK.” The dish he was holding fell from his grip and back into the overly soapy water in the sink, the loud crash making him let out a low whine, on top of your enraged voice booming from his phone speaker. “IT TOOK YOU A WEEK TO REMEMBER TO TELL ME?”

“I’m sorry! I got lost in the scheduling! Then when I found out, the entire team decided to celebrate at this new restaurant that just opened up nearby. We all got pretty plastered and I barely remember Greg, he was the security guard for the night by the way, having to haul my ass back to my room.”

Dishes completely disregarded, his still wet and soapy hands went to rub his neck, before running against his nose, as he gave you his best puppy dog pout. Your figure sunk lower into the couch you were currently sitting on, a random movie with the volume turned low running in the background.

He could see the reflection of the lights of the tv on your disgruntled face as you pointedly looked away from the camera when he turned his full attention to you.

“I know, I know. I should’ve called you the moment we all found out. You’ve been a part of this journey as much as I have and it was stupid of me on my part to disregard that fact. Can you forgive me, y/n?”

You mumbled something but he couldn’t hear you. Using a tactic as his own way of believing it could somehow make him hear you better, he leaned in as close as he could to the phone as he asked you to repeat yourself.

“You have soap bubbles on your nose. Idiot.”

“Oh. I do.” He used the back of his sleeve to wipe it clean, and when his gaze locked with yours once again, he was relieved to see a crack of a smile appear on your lips.

Sighing exaggeratingly loud, you gave him an answer to his previous question.

“Fine. I guess I’ll forgive you.”

His bunny toothed smile was halfway formed, before it disappeared completely at your next words.

“But you owe me, Jeon.”

He didn’t miss the way your voice dropped low, a sultry edge to it that sounded almost like a cat purring. Your innocent face only making his lower body react more as he bit his lip, eyes following the lone finger that you slowly dragged down your chest to disappear off camera. His hips unconsciously ground into the counter he was leaning against, already looking for a source of some kind of friction.

He knew where it was going. He knew what you meant.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. It’s yours.”

As if flipping a switch, your attitude changed completely to one full of excitement and happiness for your boyfriend.

“I’m glad I get to share this moment with you, koo. You deserve it and I’m so proud of you.” The sincerity of your words had him wiping at the corner of his eyes as he gave you a shy smile.

“Me too.” He gave a watery laugh, as you cooed at him lovingly. “But the hard part is still yet to come.”

“Hard part? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to step into the spotlight.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and you were once again rivaling that of a fish out of water with how wide your mouth was open. And this time, Jungkook did laugh at you.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Trying to fix a stubborn baby hair that kept sticking up, you finally cheered in victory when it decided to stay flat, though you were getting high off the hair spray fumes at this point from all the failed attempts.

Your nerves were shot, your hands were shaking as you smoothed down your dress from imaginary wrinkles, your dress being the same exact pattern as Jungkook’s suit he was wearing tonight.

The night of the awards.

The night where Jungkook would publicly announce that you two are together.

Your phone vibrates within the hidden pocket of your dress, a little detail that Jungkook made sure the dress had for your convenience. Fishing it out, you saw that it was a text from him.

Koo 🫦: Your name is already on the VIP list 😉

I feel so important!

Koo 🫦: You deserve the world.

Don’t mind me just over here swooning.

Koo 🫦: Haha. You’re so cute, baby.

Oh! The car just arrived, I’ll see you there!

Koo 🫦:🥂😘💜👌🏻

It only took 15 minutes of driving from your place in order to reach the theatre in which the award show would be hosted at, your phone once again buzzing in your pocket that you swiftly took out to read and reply back to his text.

Koo 🫦: You almost here?

Koo 🫦: My new music video just premiered and fans are going WILD!

Omg! Opening YouTube now!

Koo 🫦: Orrrrr you can see me in person instead 😌

Coming to a complete stop, the chauffeur tapped on the car window, a sign that he would be opening the door in a second so you better get yourself together.

Centering yourself, you braced for what lay behind your only remaining source of privacy, cause once it opened, that was it.

The world would know who you are.

Here! About to exit the car and walk in. See you in a sec. xoxo 💋

Just as Jungkook said, your name was on the VIP list. You made it past security with ease and began your life changing choice of walking onto the red carpet. Instead of shying away, you walked with poise, grace, elegance and confidence. Your back was straight, chest out, chin high — and you made that red carpet your bitch.

You strutted as if you owned the place, and you knew for a fact that you looked sexy as fuck. All eyes are on you and everybody has the same question in mind.

‘Who is this shining star?’

You walk past the screaming fans who are hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite celebrity of the night, the blinding sea of lights of the paparazzi who all fought for a front row shot of all the various celebs you were carefully maneuvering your way through as they posed on the carpet for pictures, and you just stop.

You look around and take it all in — the lights, the glamour, the energy.

Suddenly, the crowd around you goes wild.

For a second, you think they’re screaming at you, but then you see a ring clad, tattooed hand reach out from behind you to firmly grasp your own, fingers interlocking with yours in the process. You turn around, hair whipping behind you as a wide smile appears on your face.

“There you are!”

“Hey, stranger.”

Jeon Jungkook looked like the embodiment of sex on legs. His suit matched your dress to a tee, the patterns lining up seamlessly as he pulled you snug into his side, completely ignoring the surrounding uproar of those around you to give you a charming smile and loving kiss on the lips.

“You look stunning, baby.” His eyes devoured your figure, as he not so subtly got an eyeful of your boobs and the way the dress accentuated them wonderfully.

“You’re one to talk.” Your eyes raked over his figure with hidden desire, as you spoke through your teeth, smiling for the cameras. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait until we’re home for that favor you owe me.”

He let out a strangled laugh, as he smiled for the cameras as well, his witty response coming not even a second later.

“There’s a 15 minute intermission at the halfway point of the show, I’ll give you your favor then.”

“Can’t wait.” With one discreet pinch to his butt, that conversation was over, for now.

His face became serious as he looked down at you to ask you a question.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You responded in light.

Giving you one last peck on the lips, he lets go of your hand to wrap an arm securely around your waist, once again pulling you flush into his side as he guided you away from the crowd and cameras to head inside the theatre, both of you waving politely as you go.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

He leads you to your seats that are located right in front, only a six foot gap is what was between you and the stage, lit up stairs wrapped around the front of it so it’s easier for the winners to make their way up wherever they sat.

A shiver goes down your spine. You can literally feel the thousands of eyes on you, coming from all angles. From your seat, you could hear the scattered whispers from other celebrities you know and don’t know alike.

They all know who Jungkook was, and now they want to know who you are. You shuffle in your chair, feeling a bit uncomfortable if you’re being honest. You weren’t used to having so much attention on you, but you know you’re going to need to get used to it, and quick.

Jungkook notices your awkward demeanor, placing his hand on your bare thigh, your dress having ridden up from sitting down. He gives you a light squeeze, making you look at him.

His face is warm and understanding.

“They’re all curious. You’re the first date I’ve brought to an event.”

“Wait. Seriously? Like, ever?” Your voice was one of disbelief. He was in the business long before you met him. You just always assumed he had some girl on his arm for these events, being more than well aware how many women would kill to be in your position right now.

He gave an amused chuckle, thoroughly finding your reaction to be funny.

“Yes. Seriously.”

“But—Why? I’m sure a lot of people would’ve killed to be seen by your side.”

“Well, I only want to be seen by you, with you. So.” He gave you a cheesy smile, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’m making a statement to my fans and managers. You are a huge part of my life and they’ll have to get used to it. That’s one of the reasons why I wanted you to go with me to this event, so we show our shared solidarity on the matter.”

As much as you wished for this moment, now that it’s here, it’s hard for you to fully process. You were happy, you were thrilled, you were ecstatic, yet you were also sad. You were going to need the time to mourn your previous life with Jungkook in order to fully step into your new one. But now wasn’t the time. Right now, you needed to show your unwavering support and your unconditional love.

Despite his calm demeanor, and his confident tone, you needed to ask him a very important question.

“I’m worried you might come to regret this decision, are you sure about doing this?”

His eyes soften, his smile as well. He leans forward to lay his forehead against yours not caring who is watching. All he cares about is you and reassuring you.

“Y/N, look at me. I’ve never been happier. Zero regrets, baby.”

You feel the tension leave your body.

You do belong there, with Jungkook.

The lights begin to slowly dim as he presses his lips firmly against yours before straightening himself back up in his seat. Your hand is still firmly grasped in his larger one and he throws you one last signature bunny toothed grin before diverting his attention towards the stage.

The show is about to begin.

“Here we go.” His voice is shaky, his own nerves starting to poke through his usual tough persona.

You take the opportunity to lean in and whisper what you hoped to be words of comfort and encouragement.

“You’re going to win!”

“Don’t jinx it!” He whispers back, knocking his elbow lightly with yours to let you know he was joking.

The Music World Award show is phenomenal.

Laser’s and smoke, then, rain pours inside as an upcoming band takes the stage and plays the most incredible mixture of pop and classic sounds.

One after the other, bands and artist go on stage to both perform and accept awards alike. You seriously cannot even begin to fathom that you are sitting within the same vicinity as all of these amazing artists, let alone being Jungkook’s date.

As another performance comes to an end, Jungkook turns to you, already half standing by the time you register his words. The lights around you begin to grow brighter to allow guests to move around freely without bumping into anything or anyone.

“Intermission. 15 minutes. Let’s go.”

You’re both out of the venue with little to no interruptions from those who know Jungkook and greet him as you two pass by like a fire has been lit under your asses.

And in a way, it has.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just before your back hits the cool brick wall of the secluded and nearly pitch black alleyway, does Jungkook make sure that his hand is on the back of your head to prevent it from banging against the wall.

His lips are pressed against yours for a millisecond before he glances at his watch out of his peripheral and his eyes widen considerably. Pulling away, he drops towards the ground, his knees hovering dangerously close to the equally as cool, very wet, floor. His feet alone are what is keeping him from teetering close to getting his dress pants ruined, and that can’t happen, not when he still has use for it.

A surprise that you have no clue about.

He’s thankful that your dress isn’t too tight, and just loose enough for him to shove upwards enough for him to reach your clothed, wet patched underwear that was hidden underneath.

Normally, he would rip the flimsy material right off and begin to tease you methodically and mercilessly until you’re a blubbering and begging mess for any kind of release, but there’s literally no time for any sort of foreplay.

So, instead, he throws one of your legs over his shoulder to allow him better access, the action making you dig your heel into the flooring more in order to keep upright from the devouring he was about to do that you know for a fact will have you nearly close to collapsing by the time he’s done with you, though you know he’ll never let you fall.

Not providing any warning, he hooks a finger into the side of your now soaked underwear to yank it forcefully to the side, the extent of his force causing a small tearing sound, signaling that he’s stretched the material a bit to far for its liking, not that you care at the moment.

Within moments his head is between your thick thighs, the pad of his tongue making a long firm lick from the bottom of your puckering hole, between the crevice of your puffy pussy lips, and finally to your hooded clit. He puckers his lips against the swollen bud and begins suckling on it. He hums in a rhythmic pattern, the vibrations making you lightly place your hand on the back of his head, you being careful not to mess up his styled hair.

Your chest is already heaving, soft pants escaping your lips as you tilt your head back to stare up at the stars that are scattered in the inky black of the night sky. For a second, you feel like you could touch them, especially when Jungkook buries two ring clad, tattooed fingers knuckle deep into your already dripping hole.

He pumps them in short bursts, curling them to access the spongey part of your pussy in order to bring you closer to your impending orgasm. His mouth pauses in his assault on your clit to look up at your heaving, panting, form and he thinks you look stunning. Unconsciously, you began groping your boobs, fingers twisting the peaks through the thin material with ease as you opted not to wear a bra with it.

The lewd squelching sounds that came from you, along with the way your walls started constricting around his fingers, had him knowing that you were getting close. Bringing his mouth back down towards your clit, he still looked up at you, and with every word that came out of his mouth, his breath and lips fanned over your aching bud deliciously.

“Look at you, baby girl. Taking my fingers so well. If only there was time for your pretty pussy to cum around my cock, yeah?” His low, sultry voice, broke your from your delirium as you tilted your head back down to his kneeling form to mewl softly at his words. Your thighs began to shake, pussy fluttering even more, as his praise mixed with dirty talk spurred you on. You had to cover your mouth to prevent the loud moans that wanted to bubble up out of your mouth and into the echoey alley way in fear of attracting any sort of attention to warrant someone to check out the area you were in.

His eyes are stuck on yours, full of lust and love. God, did he wish you did have more time. With that thought, his eyes flicker towards his wrist to check the time once more, then shoot right back up to lock with your desperate ones.

“5 minutes, honey. Can you cum for me, baby girl? Let me taste that sweet pussy I love so much, please?” When his voice turns pleading, it does something to you. You don’t want to disappoint him and not give him what he desires, your submissive side wouldn’t allow that.

“Tongue fuck me, I’m close.” Your whiny voice quietly requests of him, and he obliges with your wishes in an instant, his fingers pulling out of your dripping folds to find purpose on your engorged clit, while he shoves his tongue into your glistening hole with expert precision. Bobbing his head in time with your pants, he tongue fucks you to your nearly screaming orgasm, his name muffled behind both hands you had to clamp over your mouth to stop it from happening.

Your thighs clench around his head and shake, hips thrusting in time with his still invading tongue as he makes sure to not let one drop of your slick slip past his puckering lips. The slurping sounds he made had your cheeks flushing once you began to come down from your high.

The moment he pulls away from your pussy to stare into your content ones, does the alarm on his watch go off.

It was time to head back in, and you both couldn’t be late, he couldn’t be late. Not for what was planned.

Securing your still drenched panties back over your pussy, he gives the now clothed core a hasty kiss before springing back up on his feet to tower over your leaned back against the wall form. You immediately reach up to plant a loving, slow kiss to his now swollen lips from his ministrations.

His hands shimmy your dress back down over your slightly trembling thighs while he kisses you back, giving your ass a hard squeeze with both hands grabbing a cheek each. Pulling away he gazes at you lovingly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it back to your seats in record time, the lights only starting to dim once your butts are firmly planted in them. Or, yours was. But for some reason, Jungkook was still standing.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Koo—,” you give him a confused look as he cuts you off with a chaste kiss on the cheek before he’s turning around and bounding off, but not before giving you a wink and one last longing glance.

You have no idea what’s going on, and the confidence you once held plummets into oblivion as you’re left alone in the darkness of the theatre, no longer having Jungkook next to you as your rock.

You only hoped he would be back soon, whatever he was up to.

A raucous applause and loud talking has your attention focused back on the stage in front of you and not in the direction that Jungkook ran off in. As if reading your mind, he does exactly that, but not in the way you expected.

Jungkook walks onto the stage and stands in front of the mic stand that’s placed precisely in the middle, directly in front of your shocked form.

Wait. Is he part of the show? What the fuck.

Why didn’t he tell you?

Jungkook waves and smiles at the crowd for a moment, the spotlight illuminating his figure that turns into a focused one once he locks eyes with you. He looks like some sort of god, you swear. The theatre goes even more wild as a melody begins to play and you soak in the energy.

A soft violin is what the sound is, Jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you as he speaks into the mic, gripping it with one hand.

“I wrote this song for someone amazing. Someone who I want you all to meet.”

He doesn’t need to address where you’re at, the whole theatre already knows, but right now all you see is him.

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears as you place your hand over your heart and mouth three words to him.

‘I love you.’

He mouths back the same words, mimicking your position of his hand over his own heart.

‘I love you too.’

The violin intro finishes and Jungkook begins to sing acapella. His voice is perfect. Raspy, but smooth. Deep and powerful, yet romantic. His riffs color the melody, seducing everyone in the audience.

He was born to be on stage, a born singer.

You find yourself hypnotized by the melody and the lyrics.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you)

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true)’

Your body sways side to side as you savor this moment in it’s entirety, truly feeling blessed. The song continues on.

My pride, my heaven, and my love.

It was dark everywhere (it was dark).

In the meantime, a ray of light (a ray of light)

I'm really glad it's you.

We shine because we are together,

Running and falling,

Raise me up and fall down oh.

Would you give me that hand,

how many times will it happen.

If you are tired, you can rest for a while

waiting for you always here.

Daydreamin' bout us facin',

Really don't wanna say it but—’

You hold your breath as Jungkook sings in a crescendo and hits a powerful high note effortlessly, giving you goosebumps. His grip tightens around the mic, his head tilting naturally as he gets lost in the music with his eyes closed.

Instruments join in. Violins and piano, followed by a full orchestra that appears in the background as the curtains pull back to reveal them at the height of the song.

Everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook at this point, especially when he halts mid verse. The song isn’t over; the music still plays in the background. Yet, he steps down the steps located in front of you and walks up to you with purpose in each foot fall.

His hands grip onto the arm rests of your chair as he leans down and kisses you passionately. Adrenaline and fireworks explode in your stomach. In this moment you don’t know or care where you are, nor do you heed any mind to the thousands of pairs of eyes watching you. You kiss him back just as passionately, as the orchestra goes into the song’s climax.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and, still inches away from you, he gives you a smile.

“Everyone’s watching!” You state nervously, as if he wasn’t aware of it already.

“I don’t care.”

He cuts off any protests from you with another deep kiss. The orchestra still plays. He then pulls away from you abruptly and turns to run back up the steps and onto the stage to firmly plant his feet back in front of the mic stand. Gripping the mic once again, he goes into the final verse of the song.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you),

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true).

You're my best friend,

For the rest of my life.

I wish I could turn back time, ooh.

I'll be with you,

For the rest of my life, ooh, ooh, yeah.

Rest of my life.’

The orchestra mellows out, leaving Jungkook’s voice and the soft melody of the violins behind.

The audience applauds in a standing ovation, as do you. Jungkook bows gracefully in response, both hands coming up to wave at the crowd and give hand kisses. His eyes then catch your happy ones, all he really cares about right now, and he blows a kiss to you specifically. You pretend to catch it and hold it to your heart.

He then disappears backstage as the host of the awards show walks up to the microphone. Moments later, Jungkook tip-toes back to his seat and he’s once again sitting next to you. His hand immediately searches for yours, interlocking your hands together as he raises the back of your hand to his lips to leave a kiss.

“How was I?” He whispers lowly, but loud enough for you to hear.

“You were literally perfect.”

Leaning across the arm rest between you, you give him a peck on the lips.

On stage, the host announces the last award of the evening — the ‘Artist of the Year’ award.

“The winner of this year’s Artist of the Year award goes to—,” the host’s voice trails off to build suspense as the crowd, including you and Jungkook, wait with bated breath. He opens the envelope in his hands to read the winner’s name that’s written on a piece of paper inside.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The theatre shakes from applause and energy. This is a well deserved victory that everyone saw coming except Jungkook.

He looks at you in shock.

“I won?” His voice is one of disbelief.

“I knew you could do it, baby!”

You have to pull Jungkook to his feet and push him towards the stage, he’s still full of shock. He walks nervously up the steps and to the host, greeting him with a polite smile as he grabs the golden statue from his extended hands.

Stepping up to the mic, he begins his speech.

“No one knows this, but at a previous time in my career, I was thinking about leaving music. Inspiration had cut me loose and I felt like I was never going to find it again. And then y/n—,” he locks eyes with you as he says this, his voice cracking from emotion as he does so. “—came into my life and reminded me why I love music so much. I am glad to announce that I plan to stick around for many years to come, so please continue to support me and my future endeavors. Thank you.”

With one last graceful bow, the audience goes wild. Some applaud, others cry, reporters point their cameras at you and a thousand flashes go off — welcome to the world of stardom.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The night goes on. The host wraps up the ceremony and all the musicians, celebrities and guests alike exit the theatre. You both linger behind until it’s mainly just you two, minus a few stragglers scattered about that aren’t within listening distance.

“That was a night to remember.” He says as he carefully turns the trophy in all angles, both admiring and relishing the fact that he’s actually holding it in his own two hands.

“Tell me about it!” Your voice is soft, but full of excitement and admiration of your own for the lovely human being in front of you that you get to call yours.

His attention turns to you as he gives you a guilty, but sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry for throwing you into the spotlight. You outshined everyone here.”

“Really? Did I?” You asked playfully, not believing him in the slightest.

“Really.” His expression was warm and full of love as he uttered his next words before leaning in to give you a loving kiss. “In a room full of stars, you were the brightest.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Want to go home?” He murmurs into your hair with a light kiss.

“Not yet. I don’t want this night to end.”

He smiles and rests his head on top of yours.

“Thank you.” His voice is quiet.

“For what?”

“For standing by me. For bringing inspiration back to me. For coming tonight. For so many things.”

His sincere words make you open your eyes as you look at him.

“Well, thank you.”

“What did I do?” He asks genuinely curious.

“For being you, and for loving me as I am.”

“Always. You’re stuck with me.” He grins at you cheekily.

You two look around in the silence and realize you’re finally all alone. But there’s one last thing you need to do before this night ends.

So, you kiss him, before making him stand up with you. You begin walking as he trails behind you with a confused face.

“Where are we going?”

You throw a wink back at him as you give him a sultry smirk.

“Time to give you your reward, from me.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

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summary || in which billy's got the same outfit as someone else

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➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. check out the masterlist ^ ➵ i am not a billy apologist! he is a piece of fucking work in the show, but this is fiction and he is represented differently for the sake of fantasy.

➵ actually why have all of these been the same length idek how i do it

➵ not yet proofread

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warnings || fluff/angst

➵ there is one incident of accidentally kissing someone w/o consent!

he looked so stupid. he glanced down at himself in his rearview, adjusting the collar of his shirt and tapping ask off of his cigarette, a puff of smoke escaping his lips and out of the open car window. the low hum of the car filled his ears, as he tried to drown out the noises of the children a couple blocks away. trick-or-treaters lined the streets, accompanied by their friends and family, and he just hoped that they could get out of here before they reached this part of the cul-de-sac.

the tapping on the window of his passenger determined that his wish had been granted, and he’s quick to unlock the door and allow her in. she looked fucking stunning, hair curled and tousled to perfection, outfit hanging snugly over her frame.

“hey, billy.” he almost misses her greeting as he’s too busy ogling her.

“hey, baby. y’look good.” he can see her blush, and she smiles sweetly, before checking the watch on her wrist.

“thanks! oh, the party’s starting pretty soon, we should get going.” he nods, complying, and driving off.

it had been a long process of convincing billy to dress up for halloween. as much as she loved him, he hated doing things he thought were unnecessary, or sappy. thus, when given the proposal of a couple’s costume, he was reluctant to give in to her hopes.

she’s prodded at him the entire month, suggesting several different pairs for them to go as, and he had - though kindly, and patiently - rejected all of them. finally, after sifting through several options, she presented him with the prospect of playing danny zuko - from one of the many rom-coms that she had put on for the two of them to watch, though that had ended up fading into the background while the indulged in other activities.

thus, they were now on their way to attend a harrington party, their outfits in perfect accentuation of each other. they step out of his shoddily parked car - not his fault, the driveway and adjacent roads were crawling with cars, and he’s quick to wrap an arm around her shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. his leather jacket hugs his torso - and he looks fucking good - but, seeing the smattering of goosebumps on her exposed shoulders, he’s quick to drape it over her

it does complete her look, and she smiles at the fact as they enter. she liked to greet the host first and foremost whenever she went to a party, but she couldn’t find steve ‘the hair’ harrington anywhere. besides, knowing her boyfriend’s tumultuous relationship with the guy, she figured it be best to just drop it.

as billy grabs them both a beer, she scours the room, and, seeing no other dannys and sandys, she breathes a sigh of relief. she’d been fretting that their costume was absolutely unoriginal, and that they’d be surrounded by doubles the entire night, but she was pleasantly surprised that that wasn’t the case.

she jumped a bit when billy snaked his arm around her middle, turning around and sighing in relief when she realized who it was. he handed her a can and, though she didn’t particularly favor drinking beer, she took a long, wincing sip. he smiles at her, looking at her fondly as she swallows the acidic flavor. it was something so small and, to most, not noteworthy, but he found himself loving every move of her very expressive face.

she was so open with how she felt, never shying away from smiling, or making her sadness heard in a way that it could be resolved, or her worry and fear. and, though it sometimes upset him, seeing her upset, he found it was infinitely better than having her hide how she felt from him.

he’d done that for far too long, and he was well aware of how damaging it had been for all of his relationships.

and, he still did it. he found himself seeing himself - in car windows, in glass door, in rearview mirrors - with a vacant gaze in his eyes, his lips pressed in a thin, unemotive line. she could still figure him out, though. she could tell when his vacant eyes had the fire of anger or upset in them, or the way his lips twitched up slightly when he would reminisce of his fonder memories. she could tell when he loved the movie she’d put on - the one he’d bemoaned as she placed it into the player - and she could also tell when all he wanted to do was pass out after a long day. she was quick to let him, tracing her fingers lightly over his clavicle, scalp and shoulders - under the guise of simply feeling touchy - and knocking him out within minutes. she could also tell that he still had no idea that she knew how well that system work.

billy didn’t think he believed in love. but, when confronted with someone who oozed love as she did, it was a little difficult. besides, of his pick of people to fall for, that gleam in her eyes definitely put her in first place - by a long margin.

he’s broken out of his thoughts by a pat on his shoulder from one of the guys on the basketball team, greeting him and inviting him to join a game a beer pong. he turns to pull her along with him, but finds her in conversation with a friend. so, instead, he simply waves at her to let her know she’s leaving, and tries to hold onto the image of her sweet smile goodbye as he’s lead away.

her friend’s had her entangled in conversation - complimenting her outfit, gushing about the movie, and fawning over how good she and billy looked together. she smiled at the praise, while equally ecstatic over their own fantastic outfits. they’d talked and talked - for a while now - as one of them had been supplying everyone cans of beer or strawberry-flavored punch. she’d been careful not to get too wasted, but she could feel the slight comfort brought by the onset of relaxing alcohol in her muscles, even building up the courage to begin dancing with one of her friends.

it’s a haze of bodies, loud music, and dumb giggles from the pair of them, and she suddenly sees the blond hair and black t-shirt of her boyfriend. it hadn’t been very long since they’d parted, but it felt like an eternity, and she’s quick to pull away from her friend and quickly make her way towards him.

she hugs him from behind, spinning him around and pressing a deep kiss on his lips, closing her eyes as she sank into his touch. just as quickly as she allowed herself to be comfortable, though, she tensed again. his lips were more chapped than usual, his aftershave smelt different than when she’d been in his car, and his hair had less volume that usual.

before she can climb off of him, he’s being pushed away from her, and she stumbles forward, into another blond with a black shirt - who smelt and felt much more like her boyfriend.

for the past few moments, billy had heard the shocked voices behind him, and directed his gaze to the center of everyone’s attention. he figured it was something stupid, before his mouth hung open at the image of his girlfriend clinging onto some fucking guy - in the way that she was supposed to hold him. it took him less than a second to get there, gripping at the guy’s shirt and wrenching away from her, the ordeal making his stomach churn in an unforgiving mix of anger, pain and disgust.

“who the fuck are you?” billy’s voice is gruff, the timbre of it deep and the rage shaking his body to the point where she could even recognize the vibrations. she blinked, looking up, and realized that whoever she’d kissed had absolutely not been billy. he was danny zuko, but not the one to her sandy.

“i - i don’t -” he begins stammering, as billy advances on him, the area of the room having gone eerily silent as everyone predicted a - bloody and short - fight.

“you think you can just touch my girl?” it’s a rhetorical question, but the guy tries his best to respond. seeing billy swing at him, she yanks his arm hard, in an attempt to stop him.

“bill - billy, stop it! it’s not like that, oh my god!” her voice tightens in desperation, and she throws her whole body weight into stopping that punch, practically hanging off his arm. it works in pulling him back a few steps, enough to diffuse the situation. he turns to look at her face and, seeing the glisten of tears in her eyes, he clenches his jaw, grabbing her arm and pulling away from the scene. in a series of choked exclamations, she attempts to apologize to the poor guy she had accidentally violated and nearly gotten injured.

he sits in silence in his ford, not having - as he usually did - opened the door for his girlfriend. not knowing what to say, and also knowing that he needed a moment to calm down, she attempted to suppress her light sobs, the alcohol in her system absolutely not helping in keeping her emotions in check.

when billy turned to look at her, he felt his soul depress at the sight of her screwed shut eyes - an attempt to hinder any more liquid from escaping them. though, remembering his previous thought, he had to accept the width of her expressive emotions - including the times that she cried. he turned to face her better, taking her face in his large hand and thumbing away her tear tracks.

“i’m sorry, god, i’m sorry, billy, i-” she chokes it out, whispering so as to not disturb the sobs caught in her throat and introduce a new wave of tears.

“it’s alright, babe, it’s alright.” for every apology, he reassures her, knowing that this was all some misunderstanding that she would explain in good time to him. she grips at the hand on her cheek, allowing it to ground her as she steadied her breathing. she was careful to wipe off her remaining tears with her palms, as opposed to her usual method of using her sleeves, as she didn’t want to ruin billy’s cherished jacket. realizing this, he felt his heart swell and, suddenly, his shock and anger became to secondary - secondary to her.

“i -” she hiccuped, and blew a deep breath out of her mouth to calm herself, “i saw him from behind and he looked like you, and i thought it was you, and i had missed you since you went off with your friends, and janice and i had had a couple glasses of punch, and i just wanted to feel you again, and-” she was rambling - a tendency she had when she was upset, and one he thought was sweet. he’s lightly shushing her, letting her know that she doesn’t have to continue explaining herself, and he pulls his face towards him, placing a soft - too soft for billy hargrove, but nonetheless - kiss on her lips.

now, she really did sink into it, with no reservations: his lips were soft and smooth against her own, he smelt like him, and she was able to really dig into his hair and pull at his locks. she cherished the feeling, trying to wash away the memory of the previous, not-exactly-right kiss at the party.

when he broke away, she wanted to chase his face, not quite done with him yet. he laughs, realizing the attempt, and she likes the sound of it, a smile gracing her own lips. his smile dies down, though, his lips pressing into a graver purse.

“i’m sorry for acting like that, babe.” he thought his days of getting into petty, drunken fights were in the past - in face, it was a vow to be better that he had attempted in her honor - and he couldn’t help but feel ashamed at the crass reaction.

“no! no, i - you -” she was stuttering, not sure how to collect her thoughts, “i get it. i’m sorry for scaring you.” the retract slowly, and he places his hands on the wheel.

“wanna go home?” she’s quick to nod.

“please. let’s go watch a movie.” he laughs, remembering the stack of halloween rentals she still had, and knowing that they’d have a long night ahead of them. she looks quite excited at the prospect of a movie marathon with him, and, as he look at her big doe eyes and the way that his jacket sits pretty on her shoulders, he smiles.

“i love you, babe.” it’s a soft statement, and it shocks her a little - as much as she knows his feelings to her, he was never very brazen in verbally representing it. nevertheless, she smiles warmly at him.

“i love you too, billy.

[spenciegoob]

A Special Kind of Man

this fic swap is for @safertokiss​​ ... I really hope you like it, emma bc this was so fun to write lol

A/N: OMG! this is a part of my first fic swap and the first time I’ve done something like this with so many people, it’s been so cool.

Summary: Spencer Reid was a virgin, you knew that. What you didn’t expect however was how much he was really holding back.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: loss of virginity (spencer), mommy kink, penetrate sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I always knew Spencer Reid was special, and sure, everyone he’s ever had a conversation with would look at this 24 year old kid spewing facts that no human would think to ever learn about, stockpiling knowledge about, well, everything. I’m sure he amazes people with his mind, I too am amazed when he opens his mouth and the exact number of a certain model Ford truck that is bought every year falls out.

But what else I knew about Spencer that made him more special, more worshipable was beyond anything anyone outside our closed doors would know, and my god would I ever be a fool if I didn’t do just that; worship him.

I would have continued to believe that somewhere down the line, someone would have been smart enough to give that man every piece of love and attention he deserves, because let me be perfectly candid, Spencer was beautiful. His jawline that never lacked the tension of holding back every nugget of knowledge he had stored in that beautiful brain of his, and the eyes like honey that stare up at me with an innocence and desperation alike every time I straddle his lap.

Spencer Reid was not only worth worshipping, but he believed that I deserve that kind of dedication and preach as well.

I never did quite ask if he was a virgin, but in the back of my mind I always knew he had been surrounded by blind fools his whole life in the way he grasped onto my body and whimpered in my mouth every time I perched myself onto him. He would never go further than heavy petting, which meant neither did I. Spencer may be worth worshipping, but I would never push him to receive such.

So, when we found ourselves entangled once again, my legs spread to wrap around his hips as he sat perched against the back of the couch, and I felt the coolness of his hesitant fingers snake their way under my shirt, I was surprised into pulling away from the heavy kiss we were sharing. Immediately his hands, that initially sent a chill hurtling up my spine only to fill me with warmth, returned back to my waist over the shirt, scared that he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, looking down and rushing through the words with so much embarrassment and fear of my reaction as if I could ever imagine tantalizing or walking away from him.

“Do you want to?” I asked, and personally thanked whoever was listening that Spencer Reid was a profiler, because even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hide the lust in my eyes, or the breathiness to my voice. He had, unbeknownst to my partner here, left me having to take deep breaths and positively buzzing. Like I said, I always knew he was special.

“Put my hands under your shirt?” Came his reply, and I may have never been a profiler, but I could hear, behind the confusion, fear of my rejection plaguing his mind.

“Yes,” I whispered, my lips grazing his cheek where I placed a soft kiss. Spencer’s grip on me tightened as I moved towards his ear, subconsciously pulling my hips down onto him. “Whatever you want, pretty boy.”

“You!” The exclamation was a shout mixed with a gasp once I sunk my teeth into his ear lobe. At first, I had not thought to take Spencer’s words so seriously. We were in the heat of the moment, hands grasping onto one another and lips finding skin, but then my sweet boy pushed me far back only so he could look in my eyes with the confidence of a man who just won the lottery to state. “I want you.”

There were multiple things I took note of when looking down at Spencer. The first being that he had only taken his eyes off of my own in favor of glancing down at my lips, then back at me before raising his eyebrows in silent question. The second was that he had not stopped squirming underneath me, the hard on trapped in his work slacks having to be uncomfortable by now, and the every few seconds he found friction against my own clothed center could not have been helping as much as he needed.

The third, and final thing I noticed buried deep into blown pupils and wide, boyish eyes was the lust, desperation, the need for me the same I held for him. Spencer Reid wanted nothing more in this moment than to show me he was a good boy, a special boy.

“Are you sure?” I barely got through the last word before Spencer started nodding. “I need words, pretty boy.”

“Yes,” his tone was already breathy, and we haven’t even started. “Yes, please. I’m ready.”

I didn’t wait, grabbing a hold of my sweet boy’s cheeks and bringing his face down to meet our lips. The kiss was slow, passionate of course, but I wanted to take my time with him. The way I see this going is spending carefully calculated time on every part of his body, worshipping him and giving him all of my love in the form of soft bites and deliberate touches. Spencer Reid was handing me all of him, and I would be foolish not to return the favor.

Spencer and I were not going into this blind, because no matter how embarrassed he got, we somehow ended up having a very enlightening conversation in the past, even if at first it had started as a joke.

“Not everything Freud has said in his life was completely untrue,” was what started the argument. Spencer, in his oh so need to discredit the behaviorists and psychoanalysts of the past, jumped at the opportunity to prove me wrong, but I wasn’t going to let him this time. “While he may have gone about it the… wrong way, Freud was onto something.”

I had unbeknownst to Spencer got up from my seat, and was quietly tiptoeing over to him. “You don’t agree that you wouldn enjoy calling me Mommy in bed, pretty boy?”

“I-I um…” Is what ended the argument.

I pulled back, admiring his swollen lips and eyes fluttering open before pulling my shirt over my head, giving Spencer a full view of my now bare chest. The only way I could describe his face was similar to what I would imagine someone’s expression would be if they had made a groundbreaking discovery. His eyes grew wide and his jaw went slack in surprise, plus he didn’t hesitate to shift his gaze to my breasts. I could feel his hands loosen their grip on my waist, fingertips itching to move up my body to feel more of me.

“Can- can I touch them?” He whispered, not taking his eyes off the body part in question. Spencer was still looking at my chest in awestruck, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel the same way I thought of him.; beautiful, worshipable, special.

I nodded my head, grabbing onto Spencer’s wrists where his hands still remained at my sides and slowly dragged them up to chest. There was no more hesitation, he pressed his palms onto my breasts and grabbed them, pushing them together before kneading them.

“Oh my god, they’re s-so soft” he gasped, eyes blowing wide.“I w-want you. Please, M-”

Spencer stopped himself, and I could feel the muscles in his body tensing at the accidental slip of the name I so desperately wanted to pull from him now that I knew he felt the same about it.

“What was that?” I hummed against him, starting to softly grind our aching centers against each other, eliciting the sweetest moans from the sweetest boy while he continued to palm my breasts.

“Please. Mommy, please.” And there it was, my title for the evening and the reason for the growing wetness at my core.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” The buttons on his shirt were harder to undo than I would like to admit, his fingers that have moved on to tweak my nipples pulling my concentration and causing me to moan quietly as I worked. Eventually I accomplished getting his shirt open, and he helped me to push it off his shoulders and off of him.

I ran my hand down his chest, relishing the whimpers falling from his lips and my featherlight touch traveling further to the waistband of his pants.

“Bedroom,” I whispered, attempting to remove myself from his lap in favor of moving this party to a more comfortable place than the couch. Spencer had other plans.

“Wait,” he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down on top of him. “I-I like it here.”

“On the couch, pretty boy?” It wasn’t that the position we were in wasn’t feasible, but this was Spencer’s first time. I wanted to make it as special as I could, starting with an actual bed.

“I want to be close to you.” If his words didn’t pull at my heartstrings, the way he looked down instead of in my eyes again did.

“Okay,” I agreed, and it was the truth, because the warmth spreading through me at the feeling of our bodies pressed so closely together was intoxicating. Spencer went to go unbutton my jeans, but I stopped him. Not because I didn’t want them off, but because he hadn’t realized that my plans for him included him sitting there and looking pretty like he always does. “Let me take care of you, sweet boy.”

I finished the job Spencer had started, getting up to unbutton my jeans and pull them down my legs. I heard him gasp at the sight of me now in only a pink thong before reaching out and making grabby hands at me. Instead of sitting back on his lap, I sunk to my knees on the floor, repeating the process on his work slacks and stripping him down to his boxers.

“Is this okay?” I asked, running my hands up and down his thighs in the most soothing manner. He responded with a hard nod and an ‘Yes, Mommy,’ shifting his hips closer to my hands in hopes that I would touch him where he craved the most. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I didn’t use my hands, however, lowering my face to where there was an evident wet spot of precum on his boxers and placed a gentle kiss through the fabric on the tip of his dick.

Immediately his hands shot out to grab onto the sides of my face, forcing me away from his member to look up at him insead.

“I- I’m not going to last long like that,” he whispered. “Please, I need you, Mommy, please.”

I stood up, returning to my position perched onto his lap and smashing my lips to his. This kiss was much different than the ones we’ve shared previously, it was rushed, uncalculated and heavy. Tongues fought against each other and I caught his little whimpers in my mouth every time our cores rubbed against each other.

I grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers, asking one last time if he was sure. When I got his permission, I pulled them down to reveal himself to me, and my god was he beautiful. The tip was red and leaking precum, and I used my thumb to gather some and bring it to my mouth. Spencer’s jaw went slack again, watching me suck his cum off my digit and not taking my eyes off his own. I shifted once again to hover over him, pulling my panties to the side.

“Are you ready?” I asked, grabbing his hard cock and readying the tip to my entrance. He attempted to buck his hips up and enter me, but I continued to tease him by rubbing my wetness over him without entering just yet.

“Yes. Please, Mommy.” I sunk down, reveling in the way his eyes grew wide and his hands shot up to grab onto any part of me. Slowly, I inched down, feeling the stretch he provided and we both were moaning at the feeling.

“Is this okay?” I asked once more, getting a nod and a gasp at the feeling of me around him in return. His hips were trying to buck up into me, but I wouldn’t let him, lifting up slowly and slamming back down to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” he praised once again, screwing his eyes shut and panting. I picked up a rhythm bouncing on his cock with feaverish intent, neither of us were going to last long, both of us hypersensitive to each other.

Spencer opened his eyes, and couldn’t find where to look. He started with my breasts bouncing in his face with my increased speed, and moved on to where our bodies met, watching himself disappear into me. Lastly, he stopped at my face, finding me already staring down at him with my mouth agape and mewls escaping me.

From there we gazed into each other’s eyes, Spencer not holding back any of his sweet moans and gasps that sounded like garbled versions of my name. The knot in my stomach tightened further when I shifted slightly and felt his tip graze my sweet spot. He must have been close to, his hips thrusting up softly to meet my own in an attempt to chase his high. I reached down to rub my clit, wanting to fall off the edge together.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he panted out, and I clenched around him at the sound of him whimpering. “Ah- ah ah, Mommy please!”

I increased the pressure on my clit, the coil in my stomach reaching its end when I shouted “Cum with me, pretty boy.”

Spencer’s hands gripped onto my waist with bruising pressure as we reached our highs together, crashing down with a shout of each other’s name as I felt his cum cover my pulsing walls. The feeling was indescribable, extending my orgasm and milking him for everything he has.

I slumped forward, resting my head against his sweaty shoulder as we attempted to catch our breaths. Spencer’s arms wrapped around me fully, pulling me closer to him and nuzzling his face into my neck, the sentiment making me smile.

“Are you okay?” I asked once our breathing returned to normal and the cloudiness of my post organsm brain melted. He just pulled me impossibly closer, laying kisses on the expanse of my neck he could reach.

“I’m more than okay. That was- that was-”

“Yeah, I know.” I giggled at his awestruck tone, mimicking his movements and nuzzling deep in his neck, breathing in his sweet scent.

Like I said, Spencer Reid was a special kind of man.

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