#boaz priestly x reader

[deangirlsstuff67]

Out Of His League

Boaz Priestly x Reader

Summary: You make him a deal, he shows you his secret and you show him yours.

Warnings: clit piercing, language, fluffy Boaz, oral (female receiving), making out, feeling up, nipple piercings

Authors Note: I love Jensen and his family. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

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“Did it hurt?” Tish asked as you were rolling silverware in napkins together. Priestly was behind you both talking with Piper while half ass ease dropping on your conversation.

“Well duh Trish, you’re getting a needle stabbed in a sensitive area, it didn’t feel great.” You both giggle, “but it was so worth it.”

This got Priestley’s attention, “what are you two girls talking about?”

Trish shot him a glare over her shoulder, “nosy much?”

“Wow… okay Trish.” He turned back to his conversation with Piper.

You felt bad. You know he’s always kind of had. Thing for Trish and she won’t give him a second glance with the crazy hair and all the piercings he has. Trish likes pretty boys. She also enjoys using them and proving they are as dumb as they are pretty.

Some days you wonder if your friend is ever going to settle down and find herself a nice guy.

Priestly is sweet, kind, funny, and original. Is he a little out there? Sure, but at least he’s himself. You find that attractive in his own sort of way. If you’re being honest, he’s probably the perfect boyfriend.

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Tonight you and Priestly are locking up. He’s wiping down tables and you count the till and close down the register.

Curiosity is getting the better of him though. He has to know if he was right about what you and Tosh were talking about earlier.

“So what hurt to get done y/n?”

Looking up from your count you are shocked he even still remembers the earlier conversation.

Smirking at him you figure why not flirt a little, “wouldn’t you like to know big guy.”

“Yes… yes I would. I think I know but I want to hear you say it.”

“Whys that?”

He struts over to the counter, leaning against it. Cleaning tables forgotten at the moment, “because I don’t peg you as the type of girl who would do something so daring.”

Laughing you go back to your counting, “oh I’m full of surprises Priestly.”

“There’s no way.”

“No way what?” You look at him through your lashes adding the charm a little thick.

He looks like he half believes you and half thinks you’re screwing with him. A girl like you getting that pierced, there’s no way that would happen.

“Tell you what Priestly, you tell me your first name and I’ll tell you what I got that hurt, deal?”

Groaning he turns back to his previous task, “nope, no way in hell.”

For some reason he refuses to tell us his first name. You have no idea why but you do know that it would curb his curiosity for a minute or two.

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Three weeks go by and Priestly has been staring at you every chance he can, like he’s studying you. Trying to get a read on you and what you could have done. He hasn’t asked you again but he knows the price he has to pay to get the answers he wants.

You’re closing with him again that night and finally he can’t take not knowing anymore. You’re in the back room tidying up when he walks up behind you scaring the shit out of you, “Boaz. My first name is Boaz.”

“Jesus Christ, don’t do that!” You smack his arm as you walk past to put stuff in the garbage.

You take a deep breath before turning around. A deals a deal, “I got my clit pierced.”

His mouth drops open and you can’t help but giggle. Besides your ears you don’t have any visible piercings and you don’t talk about the ones you do have. Beside past boyfriends, no one knows about them.

“If it helps I also have had my nipples pierced for a few years now.” You shrug as you continue moving around the room. Boaz is rooted in place, trying to process what you’ve just told him.

His brain is misfiring though and all the blood has started pumping to his cock as he thinks about the image you placed in his mind.

You’re walking past him again, enjoying the look on his face when he reaches out and grabs your arm pulling you towards him.

“What are you doi-,” he cuts you off with a heated kiss. You can’t help but moan as his tongue licks into your mouth fighting for dominance with yours. His hands grab your waist and pull you flush to his hard body.

When you make contact with his hard dick he groans and leans his forehead against yours, “that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard y/n.”

You don’t respond, head dizzy from the kiss you just shared. Instead you take his lips again and kiss him hard.

He spins you around and lifts you up onto the table behind you without breaking your kiss.

Hands explore your body as you make out in the break room. When he softly rubs his thumb o er your nipples you throw your head back with a moan.

The piercings make them extra sensitive.

Smiling he does it again just to watch your pleasure from such a simple touch, “has anyone played with your clit since you got it pierced.”

“No.”

Rubbing your nipples again, “think it’s as sensitive as these ones?”

Looking into those list blown eyes you smirk as you respond, “only one way to find out Boaz.”

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“Mmm… fuck Boaz…” he wasn’t wrong that piercing was the best investment I made. Either that or Boaz is a sex god no one ever knew about. The way his tongue is twisting and rubbing your piercing just right has you dripping for him.

This is orgasm number three he is pulling from your trembling, wrecked body and he doesn’t seem to be stopping any time soon.

Once he’s worked you through the last of it, he comes up for air. Kissing you so you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

There is something that turns you on about tasting yourself on the lips of a man. Maybe it's the fact that he enjoyed every minute of getting you off numberous times, or maybe it's just the fact that you have claimed him in a way and made him yours, at least for a moment.

Boaz Priestly was a sweet, funny, slightly out there kind of guy. He always had a knack for macking you feel better on those shitty days. You never thought you'd hook up with him though.

"I never heard my first name sound so good than when you're moaning it for me to hear."

You straighten up and fix your clothes. Giving him another kiss, you wink as you speak, "you know my secret and I know yours now. Promise I won't tell a soul."

You go to walk away but he stops you, "where do you think you're going?"

"Home."

"Awe that's cute sweetheart, I am far from finished with my girl."

You give him a puzzling look, "you're girl? Not that I'm not flattered but I kinda always thought you wanted Tish."

"Don't get me wrong, Tish is cute but you're the real prize y/n. You've never judged me. Always there for me when I need a friend. Hell you're beautful as fuck and you make me laugh. Knowing now that you have a kinky side and piercings of your own means that maybe I stand a slight chance with a girl like you." He's staring at the ground as he talks, gone is the cocky guy who was just making you scream his name repeatedly in the back room of your workplace, it's now replaced with a guy who seems to nervous for the man you have grown to love.

"Boaz, did you think you were out of my league or something?"

All he does is nod his head.

"You silly boy. I don't care about looks. If I'm being honest I love your style. You are 100% confident in who you are and express yourself through your style. You are funny, charming, and yes a little wild, but you were never out of my league."

Green eyes meet you y/e/c ones as he processes what you just confessed to him. You can't help but softly smile at the man in front of you.

God he's adorable.

Leaning in you kiss his lips gentle and take his hand, "come on, my man has more fun in store exploring what this piercing can do to me." You send him a wink as you lead him to the back door and into the night.

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The next day you and Priestly walk into work hand in hand. You're both holding your breath as your coworkers look at you both. Within minutes hoots and hollers can be heard as they all congratulate you.

"About damn time you two." Tish says with a smile on her face as she wraps you up into a hug.

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[lila-lou]

✨Rookie - 3/3✨

Summary: You took the job for the paycheck—not expecting your colleague with wild hair and too many piercings to be this charming. Turns out, behind the sarcasm and mustard doodles, he’s kind of impossible not to fall for.

-requested-

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language

Word Count: 3594

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

The past week had been… bliss. Priestly had always been touchy with you, but ever since that night at his place, he was relentless. Whether it was his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back while you worked, a hand resting low on your waist when you passed behind him, or the way he kissed you just because—he wasn’t holding back.

And you? You weren’t complaining.

That afternoon, the shop was in its usual midday lull, with only a couple of customers lingering at the tables. You were wiping down the counter when Priestly came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Priestly”, you laughed, nudging him. “We work here”.

“Exactly”, he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss behind your ear. “Which means I get paid while I flirt with you. It’s a win-win”.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “You’re ridiculous”.

“And you love it”, he shot back, spinning you around so you were facing him, his hands still firm on your waist. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and just as he was about to steal another kiss, the bell above the door jingled.

“Boaz?”.

The name made your stomach drop, even before you turned to see her.

Tish.

She stood just inside the shop, looking the same as she had in the old pictures Priestly had shown you—gorgeous, confident, effortlessly put-together. But right now? She looked… stunned.

Priestly tensed against you, his grip on your waist loosening slightly. “Tish”, he said, his usual teasing edge gone. “Uh. Hey”.

Her eyes flickered between the two of you—your closeness, his hands still resting on you, the way you had clearly just been seconds away from kissing. But then, her gaze really settled on Priestly, and her expression shifted to something unreadable.

“You—”, she started, tilting her head. “You changed back?”.

You frowned, glancing at Priestly. And that’s when it hit you.

You had only known this version of him—the wild hair, the piercings, the sarcastic smirk. But from what Priestly had told you about his relationship with Tish, he had changed for her. Smoothed out his edges, toned down the things that made him him.

And now, standing in front of her, he was back.

Priestly shrugged, his smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, well. Guess I got tired of pretending to be someone I’m not”.

Tish blinked, like she was still processing it. “Wow”.

Priestly leaned against the counter, his usual cocky stance returning, but you could feel the tension beneath it. “You back in town permanently, or just here to remind me how much better I look now?”.

Tish let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “You haven’t changed that much”.

He smirked. “Debatable”.

Then she glanced at you, her expression unreadable. “So, you and Boaz?”.

Your throat tightened at the way she said his real name. Like it meant something different coming from her. But before you could say anything, Priestly’s arm was already around your waist again, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip. “Yeah”, he said, casual, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “She’s my girl”.

Your heart skipped at the certainty in his voice.

Tish hesitated, her gaze lingering on Priestly for just a second too long before she nodded. “Well… good for you”.

Priestly just smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like it was second nature. “Yeah. It really is”.

Tish lingered for a moment longer, her eyes flickering between you and Priestly. You could tell she was still processing, still piecing together what she had just walked into. And for a second—just a second—you wondered if she was regretting something.

But then she straightened, smoothing her hands down the front of her dress like she was resetting herself.

“Well”, she said, forcing a small smile. “I was just passing by, thought I’d stop in. But I’ll let you two get back to…”. Her gaze flickered to Priestly’s arm around your waist. “…work”.

Priestly grinned, completely unbothered. “Don’t be a stranger, Tish”.

She gave a short laugh, shaking her head. “Right. Take care, Boaz”.

And with that, she turned and walked out, the bell above the door jingling in her wake.

The moment she was gone, Priestly let out a dramatic exhale, his body slumping against yours. “Well”, he muttered, his hand still firmly on your waist. “That was fucking weird”.

You snorted, nudging him. “You okay?”.

He straightened, glancing down at you, his expression unreadable for just a second before he smirked. “Please. I’m thriving”.

But you knew him better than that.

You studied his face, watching the way his jaw tensed slightly, the way his fingers twitched against your hip. “You wanna talk about it?”.

Priestly blinked, his smirk faltering. “You wanna talk about my ex?”.

You shrugged, leaning against the counter. “I just mean… I know she was important to you. And seeing her again after all this time? That’s gotta feel weird”.

He was quiet for a second, then sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess”.

You didn’t push. Just let the silence sit between you. Then, after a beat, he turned toward you fully, his hands settling at your hips as he backed you against the counter. “But you know what doesn’t feel weird?”, he murmured, tilting his head.

You arched a brow. “What?”.

His lips quirked into a smirk, but there was something softer behind it this time—something real. “Being with you”.

Your heart flipped.

He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours. “Tish was… a different life”, he murmured. “A life where I tried to be someone I wasn’t just to keep her around”.

His hands tightened at your waist, his forehead pressing against yours.

“But you?”. His voice dropped lower, more serious. “I don’t have to pretend with you. And that’s how I know this? You and me? This is the real thing”.

Your breath caught. Priestly had always been good with words. Always knew how to flirt, how to tease, how to make you flustered without even trying. But this? This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t teasing. This was him.

You swallowed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Priestly…”.

He grinned, his lips barely brushing against yours. “Yeah, babe?”.

“I love you”.

The words slipped out before you could stop them, but as soon as you said them, you knew—you meant them. Priestly’s smirk softened, his hands sliding up to cup your face. “Yeah?”.

You nodded, barely breathing. “Yeah”.

His lips crashed against yours, the kiss slow, deep, full. When he finally pulled back, his thumb stroked your cheek, his forehead still resting against yours. “I love you too, rookie”.

But then, days passed.

The first time Tish showed up again, you didn’t think much of it.

The second time, you started to wonder.

By the third, fourth, fifth time, it was impossible to ignore.

She always had perfect timing—coming in right when your shift was ending, just as Priestly still had another hour or two to work. And since the shop was often slow at that time, that left them alone. Just the two of them.

At first, you tried to brush it off.

Tish was his ex, sure, but so what? You trusted Priestly. He was with you. He had chosen you.

But then you started noticing things.

The way she lingered a little too long at the counter, twirling her straw between her fingers as she talked to him. The way he laughed with her—really laughed, in that easy, familiar way that made your stomach twist. The way he seemed so… comfortable with her. Like nothing had ever changed.

Like there was still something there. And maybe you weren’t meant to see it. But you did.

One evening, just as you were about to head out, you glanced over your shoulder. Tish was sitting on the counter—actually sitting on it, legs swinging as she leaned toward Priestly, her face lit up with laughter.

And Priestly?

He was right in front of her, grinning in a way you hadn’t seen in weeks. You felt your stomach drop.You turned on your heel and walked out.

After that, something shifted in you.

You didn’t break up with Priestly, didn’t even mention what you saw. Because what could you say? That he was laughing with his ex? That they were getting too comfortable?

That wasn’t fair. You trusted him…Didn’t you?

So instead, you pulled back—just a little.

You started leaving the shop a little quicker at the end of your shifts, avoiding those quiet moments where it was just the two of you. You didn’t lean into his touch as much at work, didn’t kiss him as often just because.

And maybe Priestly noticed. Maybe he felt the shift in you. But he didn’t say anything. And that? That made it worse.

The distance between you and Priestly stretched wider with each passing day.

The nights you used to spend tangled in his sheets, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat? Gone.

You told yourself it wasn’t on purpose, that you were just busy, or tired, or that you just needed a little space.

But deep down, you knew.

You couldn’t go home with him—not when the image of him and Tish, laughing together, so close, was burned into your mind.

So, instead of heading to his place after your shifts, you started going home—your home. Alone.

The first night, you expected him to text. To call. To ask why you hadn’t come over. He didn’t.

The second night, you caved and sent a casual message: Gonna crash at my place tonight. See you at work tomorrow. His reply came quickly: Everything okay? You hesitated before sending: Yeah, just tired. He didn’t push.

By the fourth night, you were lying awake in bed, staring at your phone, waiting for something—some kind of sign that he noticed what was happening. That he missed you. That he cared. But there was nothing. And maybe that was your answer.

At work, things felt… off. He still flirted, still teased, still tried to pull you into those playful moments that used to make your heart race—but it wasn’t the same. You weren’t the same.

And he could feel it.

The spark, the ease that had always existed between you, was fading into something quieter, heavier. You weren’t pulling away completely, but you weren’t leaning in anymore, either.

And Priestly wasn’t stupid. But he also wasn’t the type to dwell.

So, instead of questioning it, he did what he always did—brushed it off, cracked a joke, and assumed that whatever was going on with you would work itself out.

And for a while, that worked. Until it didn’t.

It had been over a week now since you’d stayed over at his place. A week of avoiding those quiet, intimate moments with him, a week of convincing yourself that you were the problem—that maybe you were just being insecure, or overthinking things, or reading into something that wasn’t there.

But then Tish came in again.

You didn’t even have to look—you felt it. The shift in the air, the way Priestly’s voice dropped into that familiar, comfortable rhythm when he talked to her. The way she leaned in too close, smiled too wide, and lingered when she didn’t need to.

You were in the back, pretending to organize something in the storage closet, when you heard Priestly’s laugh. Not the usual, teasing one he threw around so easily. This one was real. Deep. Familiar. The kind of laugh that used to be just yours. And that? That was it.

You turned, grabbed your things, and walked straight out the back door.

Priestly showed up at your apartment that night.

You had barely gotten through the door when the knocking started—loud, insistent. You knew it was him. Of course, it was him.

For a second, you thought about ignoring it. Just pretending you weren’t home, letting him wonder for once. But then his voice came through the door. “(Y/N), open up”.

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. A pause. “Seriously, babe, what the hell is going on?”.

You exhaled sharply, your stomach twisting, before you yanked the door open, arms crossed over your chest. “What do you want, Priestly?”.

He blinked, like he hadn’t actually expected you to open the door. “Are you kidding?”. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “What the fuck is going on with you?”.

You huffed, turning away. “Nothing”.

“Bullshit”.

You felt him step inside, shutting the door behind him, his voice edging toward frustration. “You’ve been acting weird for over a week now—barely looking at me at work, avoiding me, not even coming home with me—”.

“I don’t have to go home with you every night, Priestly”.

That shut him up. For a second, neither of you said anything.

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Look, I just—needed space, okay?”.

Priestly scoffed. “Space?”. His jaw clenched. “From me?”.

You hesitated.

His eyes narrowed. “What the hell did I do?”.

You swallowed, your throat tight. “Nothing”.

His frustration cracked slightly, a flicker of something else crossing his face—something almost… uncertain. “…Is this about your period?”.

Your head snapped up. “What?”.

Priestly shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I—I mean, I figured maybe you were just PMSing or something”. He exhaled. “I thought I was giving you space to, I don’t know, deal with that or whatever”.

Your stomach dropped. Of course, he thought that. Of course, he thought your moodiness was about something else. Because why would he think it was about him? Why would he think you had spent the last week drowning in doubt? That you had been lying awake at night, staring at your ceiling, wondering if you were losing him?

You let out a short, humorless laugh.

Priestly frowned. “What?”.

You shook your head, stepping back. “You really don’t get it, do you?”.

His brows furrowed. “What the fuck am I supposed to get, (Y/N)?”.

You scoffed, crossing your arms tighter over your chest. “Tish”.

His expression shattered into confusion. “Tish?”. He blinked. “What about her?”.

You let out a breath, shaking your head. “Are you serious?”.

Priestly looked genuinely lost, like he had no idea why you were bringing her up. Which somehow made it even worse.

“Priestly, she’s been showing up constantly—always at the end of my shifts, always when you’re alone—”.

“So what?”, he interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “It’s not like I invited her”.

You exhaled sharply, your voice almost breaking. “No, but you never told her to leave”.

His expression shifted—like something had finally clicked.

Your throat tightened. “I see you with her. I see the way you laugh with her, how comfortable you are—”. You swallowed.

Priestly just stared at you, completely silent. And that? That was worse than if he had yelled.

You exhaled shakily, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I don’t wanna be the girl sitting around, waiting for her boyfriend to decide if he still loves her or if he wants to go back to his ex”.

Priestly’s face dropped. “Wait—”.

But you were already stepping back, already reaching for the door.

“Maybe you should figure that out, Priestly”.

And with that, you kicked him out.

The next day, you barely left your bed.

The weight of last night’s fight sat heavy in your chest, every word replaying over and over in your head. The way Priestly had looked at you—so confused, so shocked—made you feel even worse.

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you should have just talked to him about it sooner instead of letting it fester inside you until you exploded. But at the same time… You shouldn’t have had to explain why it hurt. He should have noticed.

By the time the evening rolled around, you were still curled up in bed, your blankets cocooned around you, the only light in your room coming from your dim bedside lamp.

But then there was a knock at your door.

You groaned, burying your face into your pillow. You were not in the mood to deal with anyone.

“(Y/N)", Priestly’s voice came through the door. “I know you’re in there. And I come bearing gifts”.

You hesitated, your stomach flipping. Slowly, you got up, dragging your blanket with you as you shuffled toward the door. When you cracked it open, your breath caught.

Priestly stood there, looking—nervous. Like, actually nervous. No cocky smirk, no teasing remark—just him, shifting awkwardly on his feet, holding a huge bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and two pizza boxes in the other, with a DVD case tucked under his arm.

“…What are you doing?”, you muttered.

He exhaled, offering you a small, lopsided smile. “Trying to apologize without actually admitting I was wrong”.

You stared at him.

He sighed. “Fine. I was wrong”. He nudged the flowers toward you. “And these are me groveling for forgiveness”.

You hesitated before finally taking them, your fingers brushing his as you did. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, and for some reason, that made your chest ache. “…And the pizza?”, you asked quietly.

Priestly’s lips twitched slightly. “Bribery”.

You raised a brow. “And the movie?”.

He shifted the boxes to flash the DVD cover. Scream.

You almost smiled. “You hate horror movies”.

“Yeah, well”, he shrugged, “you love them. And I’m kinda desperate here”.

Your heart squeezed. Priestly never did stuff like this—he wasn’t the big, romantic gesture type. He showed his love in teasing words and sarcastic smiles, in lingering touches and lazy forehead kisses. But this? This was him trying.

You stepped back, opening the door wider. “You coming in or what?”.

His grin was instant. “Oh, thank God”.

He stepped inside, kicking off his boots before setting the pizzas down on your coffee table. You watched as he grabbed the remote, making himself at home on your couch like nothing had happened.

But before he could press play, he turned to you, his expression more serious.

“Look, (Y/N), I was an idiot”, he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t see what was happening. And that’s on me. But I never—not for a single second—questioned whether I wanted you”.

You swallowed. “Priestly—”.

“I love you”, he interrupted, his voice softer now. “Not Tish. Not the past. You. And I should have made sure you knew that”.

Your throat tightened.

He sighed, leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “I told Tish today that she needed to stop showing up so much. That I don’t want her hanging around all the time—especially not if it makes you feel like shit”.

Your breath hitched. “You did?”.

He nodded, glancing up at you. “Yeah”. A beat passed. Then—his lips curled into something softer. “And she might have called me an asshole, so, you know. Win-win”.

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, and that—that was when you saw the tension melt from his shoulders.

Priestly reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I don’t wanna fight with you, rookie. I just wanna be with you”.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Me too”.

His smile widened, and he tugged you onto the couch beside him, pulling you against his chest. “Good. Now shut up and eat your pizza while I suffer through this stupid movie for you”.

You laughed, curling into him.

The movie played in the background, but you weren’t really paying attention—not when Priestly’s fingers were tracing lazy circles on your arm, not when his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear. The pizza was half-eaten, the flowers sat in a glass of water on your coffee table, and for the first time in days, you felt light again.

Priestly let out a dramatic sigh, shifting beneath you. “Okay, so maybe horror movies aren’t that bad”.

You smirked, tilting your head up to look at him. “Told you”.

He rolled his eyes but smiled anyway, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just add it to the long-ass list of things you’re always right about”.

You hummed, snuggling closer. “Might take up a whole notebook”.

“Great”, he teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll title it: How to Date (Y/N) Without Fucking It Up”.

You laughed, nudging him. “That’s a terrible title”.

He grinned, tugging you impossibly closer, his lips brushing against yours. “Maybe. But the ending’s gonna be pretty damn good”.

And when he kissed you, slow and sweet, you knew, this was real. This was you and him. He loved you and you loved him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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[zepskies]

The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.” 

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail. 

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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— THE BODY

SUMMARY : tish dared priestly to wear a dress to work in exchange for a week off. he looks so hot.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), smut, panty-kink, manhandling of priestly ;), sub!priestly or maybe he’s just being a feminist idk

WORD COUNT : 3.2k

A/N : title from close your eyes’ song. i’m still mad that he ended up looking normal in the end! there’s a bts reference on accident. also, also, i didn’t feel like writing this until I watched Rent, and I wanted to see jensen in a dress, lmao. anyway, i imagined him in this dress. we can also pretend it’s dean bc we all know he would. Xx

Priestly stepped into Y/N’s room, standing in the doorway like a toddler who had thrown up on themselves, waiting for her to look up at him. She was working on something in her laptop, her brows furrowed in focus, with her teeth pressing into her bottom lip.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye, “hey, Priestly,” she greeted distractedly. “How was your day, baby?” Still staring at the screen and typing away with two open books surrounding her bed, he stared at her pretty face intently, hoping she’d turn to look at him. When he dropped his bag loudly on the floor and didn’t reply, she finally turned to look at him, confused and concerned.

She’d studied his face first, smiling softly at his appearance, his hair in a Mohawk sprayed red, the black eyeliner that made the pretty colour of his eyes pop, his cute beard, the way his lips were a little unnaturally pink. He’d probably used some of her makeup, the tint that made the colour of lips look a little more natural.

But what made her blink at him in surprise was the white dress he was wearing. Almost instantly, a little smirk tugged at the corner of her lip and she quickly admired the way the dress fell over the curves of his body, tight and short with a sexy little slit on the front of his thigh.

He blushed, scratched anxiously at his beard and waited for her to say or do something as he stood there in the mini lace dress. The only thing that was off to her about his lovely appearance were the white socks and the matching Converse he was wearing, but other than that, he looked unsurprisingly pretty. He’d felt confident the whole day, but now he felt embarrassed and naked, which was new because Y/N usually enjoyed all his fashion choices.

“Wow,” she finally said, chuckling. “Come here, princess,” she teased, shutting her laptop and pushing it away along with her books. He rolled his eyes, pouted and walked towards her. Stomping towards her was more what he did, childishly he slouched in front of her, but he let her have a closer look at the dress.

He chewed on his lip when she hummed and curiously reached out to touch the lace of the sleeves. She slid her fingers down the slightly flared long sleeve, her fingers pinching the scallop edge experimentally, which matched the hem and the collar that covered the tattoo of his neck.

She bit her lip, looked up at him with a seductive smile when she moved her hand to the hem of the dress where the slit was. She undid the rhinestone buttons to make the slit longer, higher so she knew he wasn’t wearing boxers. Her lips were pressed together in amusement at the thought, he knew it, felt his face heat up even more when she slid her hand up to the dress to feel the silky underwear he was wearing.

“Ooh, sexy,” she smirked at him when she felt the lace edge of the underwear on his hips. She continued to stare up at him until he averted his gaze and shifted shyly, his fingers curling tightly around the hem of the dress. She finally looked down, peaked at the beige colour of the bikini underwear that nearly matched his skin, and pulled so it snapped against his skin.

She looked up at him again, let her eyes trail up the seams that followed the shape of his Ken-doll body, when she realised she could see his tattoos and his toned muscles. “Wait, it’s see-through?” She asked excitedly, sitting up on her knees to get a closer look at his chest, and saw his nipples through the thin material.

“Okay, I’m gonna take it off now…” he told her shyly, but she stopped him.

“Nuh-nuh, you look so fucking pretty.” Her voice had a little bit of awe and a flirtatiousness in it so he froze, his lips parted and he nodded mindlessly when she smoothed her hands down his sides. “So, what’s the story?” She grinned at him, moved her hands under the dress again to rest her hands on his hips.

“Well, Tish dared me to—oh!” He moaned, closing his eyes at the feeling of her warm hand moving up and down over his semi-hard dick. She hummed for him to continue, didn’t stop rubbing his dick as it hardened more, so he looked down at her in surprise. “Well, they all wanted to see me go through with it… I think they doubted I’d go through…” he bit his lip, paused to hold his breath when she moved her hand over the tip of his cock, and he knew she could feel the silky underwear dampen with precum.

His mind was hazy, jumbled and unfocused so he couldn’t tell his story straight. He had no idea where to begin or what was important, utterly unaware that what he was saying made absolutely no sense. He didn’t care, and frankly neither did she. She gathered those bits of information and didn’t question it, because in the end, all that mattered was that he looked and sounded so hot.

“Um… I’d get a week off if I went the whole day…” He trailed off and pouted when she moved her hand out from underneath the dress. He enjoyed getting this reaction out of her, his breath almost instantly became hot and heavy, his skin flushed and warm following the blood that moved with the rapid beat of his heart.

“A whole week for me?” She asked, just teasing a little. She leaned forward to kiss his neck, revelled in the little hitch in his breath, in him reaching out to hold her hips. He nodded, saying nothing in response, only wishing to enjoy her kisses on his throat, the rough bites on his neck, and possessive suckling under his jaw.

“Fuck,” he moaned, letting her continue to kiss him and feel the white dress on his body. She traced the rhinestone buttons on his chest with her curious fingers, from where it started at the collar to where it curved up over his peck and then down toward the side of his chest.

She pulled away from his neck, moved her lips down to his nipples and sucked at them through the lace. He bit his lip at first, nearly wanting to silence the sounds that started to bubble up in his chest, but decided against it when her fingers moved to tease his other nipple, brushing and pinching until he arched his back and he groaned hotly.

“Is this yours to keep?” She asked, getting off the bed to stand in front of him and change the position. He moved back to give her some space and nodded quickly, about to respond to her with an obedient ‘yes’, when she manhandled him onto the bed. He moaned—surprised and pleased, looked at her from over his shoulder and then turned to lay down on his back. “You’re so good,” she praised, pulling the soft sleep shorts she was wearing down her legs.

“Anything for you,” he murmured, trying to kick off the damned Converse from his feet. He struggled to even get them to move past the heel, instead his socks started to shift lower, and he bit his lip in his struggle.

She chuckled, starting to undo the buttons from the flannel that she’d stolen from him. He was sheepish in his failed attempts to remove his shoes, so he quit trying to get them off, distracted by the sight of her in his clothes. She didn’t give him time to admire her nakedness, because she focused on undoing his shoe-laces and then she slipped the shoes off his feet as if he were a princess. He was sure his face had turned red in that instant, but at the same time, he really liked the way she treated him so gently compared to how she’d pushed him onto the bed.

“I can’t believe me in a dress is doing it for you,” he said breathlessly, lifting the dress up his hips, and then watched her take her underwear off.

“Baby, anything you wear does it for me.” Her response was so quick and earnest, it made him swoon. His eyes softened, despite being aroused, he felt a warm feeling bloom in his chest. That was the case, until she crawled up his body and kissed his dick over the underwear, her tongue running flat over his bulge too. His heart lurched excitedly and his toes curled at the feeling, at the sight of her between his open legs.

She kissed his thighs, the way he would before he ate her out, teasingly and lovingly. She worshipped his body with her mouth and her fingers followed, thumbs smoothing over his hips bones, moving the underwear out of the way tortuously to create just a fract of pleasurable friction.

She lifted the dress up a little more, kissed his stomach, his pelvis, and everywhere else except for where he was twitching and throbbing for her attention. He didn’t even want it to end, didn’t dare to beg because he loved the wordless praise, loved the way she sucked at his skin to leave velvet marks, and the way she licked at his soft flesh, tasting him with little moans.

“Please,” it came out before he could stop it. He tensed a little when she stopped because he was definitely enjoying himself, but she was going up, reaching for his lips. His mouth parted, ready for hers but he groaned in irritation when she kissed his chin instead. She teasingly nipped at his lip, felt him squirm beneath her, and rubbed her wet pussy over his dick.

“Shit,” he hissed, a smirk growing on his face, “if I’d known women’s underwear felt this nice…” he chuckled, holding her hips and guiding her movements, distracted with the way she finally kissed him.

He could feel her arousal seep through the thin material of the women’s underwear he was wearing. He felt so needy when his cock was wet in her desire and throbbing to be inside the warmth of her cunt. He needed to guide this, needed to cum so bad, he started to lick into her mouth as soon as her lips were pressed against his. But she simply didn’t give in to him and he couldn’t give a damn about taking control when she was making him feel good, now sucking his tongue into her mouth so he felt like he wasn’t breathing.

He only moaned loudly into the kiss and let her grab his wrists to pin them over his head. He liked this, chased after her lips when she pulled away to stare at him smugly. He didn’t care about control or ending the foreplay, he just wanted to feel her close, always. But her small hand around his wrists wasn’t enough physical contact for him, he wanted to feel her everywhere.

So, he whined at her playfully and moved his hips up into her with care, struggling to keep his hands above his head simply because he wanted to feel her soft skin under his hands. He was squirming, getting needier by the second, just admiring her and wishing she could just be plastered all over his body forever.

“Just… let me enjoy this,” she said mischievously. She looked so hot in his flannel, with the ripped up sleeves that nearly covered most of her upper arms, the way it fell off her shoulders sexily now that she’d unbuttoned it, revealing her bare chest. The only good thing about summer in California was getting to see her look more sexy than usual by dressing half-naked at home. Or even better, wearing just his clothes with nothing underneath.

He pouted, rolled his eyes, and turned his face to the side. Even when she started to unbutton the dress at the top, he pretended to be uninterested. Even once her soft lips chased the skin she uncovered. He felt her smirk when he wiggled under her, and he clenched his fists to stop himself from touching her, because she may not have said it, but he wasn’t allowed to touch her right now. Her tongue started lapping at his velvety skin, tracing the tattoos she could reach, sucking where his skin was unmarked by ink.

“Tell me you’ve enjoyed this enough…” he whispered. Desperate for more, more friction, more of her touch, more of her everywhere.

“Then I’d be lying,” she murmured against his skin, “I don’t lie to you…” She pouted innocently, her eyes shining playfully, but still she moved up to kiss him again.

His hands moved instinctively to hold her face, but he stopped himself halfway and gripped the pillow beside him instead. He squeezed it tightly, desperately trying to hold onto something when she sucked on his lip, her hands sneaking down between their bodies to pull the underwear he was wearing aside.

“But I do want to move on to the fun part,” she whispered. When she wrapped her hand around his hard cock, he moaned, his head pressing back into the mattress. She didn’t even care if the red hairspray would taint the sheets seeing him look this beautiful and needy. She just gave him little kisses that began at the corner of his mouth and started to spread his precum over the tip and down the rest of his cock. “I’m gonna sit on your face later, it’s just so pretty,” she mumbled against his cheek.

“Fuck… yeah,” he agreed excitedly, turning his face to the side, hoping to reach her lips. “Let me touch you,” he murmured, trying to get her lips closer, but she was moving back, torturing him with a little smirk. Her hand tightened around his cock, squeezing to draw out a grunt from him, her gentle fingers massaging under the tip. “Please, baby, let me touch you,” he whispered, sounding more wrecked.

Her stomach clenched at his voice, but instead of giving in and responding, she kissed him roughly. He took that as an invitation and let go of the pillow to hold her face at last. She didn’t force him away this time, let him tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck, his tongue moving against hers deep in her mouth. His stomach was flipping excitedly at the taste of her, and his other hand began to move down her body, to slide his fingers through her wet folds.

They both pulled away at the same time to moan, his hand moving from behind her neck to grasp her thigh harshly instead. She panted on his lips when his fingers moved through her weeping cunt, sliding through the embarrassing amount of arousal that soaked her folds up to her clit. The feeling of how wet she was turned him on, all he could think was that he’d caused it, that and the flushed state she was currently in.

He slid his fingers through her wetness the way he’d do with his cock and brought them into her pussy, pushing deep so she stretched around his two fingers. He could feel her warmth and more arousal cover his hand when he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back into her. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, muffled her already soft moans with the dress he was wearing.

With her chest pressed against his, her nipples tightened when brushing against the lace of the dress and her walls fluttered around his fingers. With her hand on his chest, she sat up, moved her hand on his cock faster, twisting her wrist so deliciously he felt so close to his release and he didn’t want to stop it from happening, but he also didn’t want the pleasure to end so soon.

She ground her hips into his hand, getting her clit stimulated on his palm, and both of them looked away from each other to shamelessly watch their hands work between their bodies. Her small hand wrapped around him was slick in his precum, but not nearly as soaked as his hand was from her wetness. He groaned, grabbed her wrist to stop her from making him finish, and slipped his fingers out of her.

“Ready?” He whispered, patting the back of her thigh so she’d move closer, allowing him to fill her up all the way. She nodded, slipped out of the flannel, threw it over her books and lowered the panties he was wearing down to his knees. She snickered playfully, ignored his annoyed huff and the roll of his eyes when she finally lined the head of his cock with her entrance, slowly sinking down on him while biting her lip.

“So good,” she whispered distractedly, her breath catching in her throat the farther she took him into her cunt. She panted, ground her hips against his to adjust to the size of him, comforted by the way he brushed his thumbs along her hips. He waited patiently for her despite throbbing inside her, just slid his hands up to her waist, guiding her to lean over him slightly.

“I love you,” he breathed out, pulling her closer still, until she kissed him again. Her lips moved against his slowly, occasionally bumping against the labret stud, her nose brushing against the two nose ring hoops when she tilted her head. Once she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipped into his mouth, and she lifted her hips before she sank back down.

He moaned against her, squeezed her waist, and bent his knees but could only keep them apart a certain distance because the underwear started to dig painfully into the flesh of his taut thighs. It turned him on, both the knowledge of having worn panties, but also the feeling of being restricted. She knew that about him and he just knew that’s why she’d lowered the underwear where they were.

He thrusted up into her, met her thrusts slowly at first, until they both picked up the pace. With one of her hands beside his head and the other on his chest where his heart was, she stabilised herself. She felt every inch of him move in and out of her smoothly, then watched him crumble slowly almost as close as she was to her orgasm.

He was holding back and she knew it, brought her hand away from beside his head to rub quick circles on her clit. Right as her walls fluttered around him and she moaned his name, he came inside her, falling apart so prettily beneath her with a strangled moan.

“I love you,” she murmured, resting all her weight on him, finally returning his sentiment. He wrapped his arms around her, smiling tiredly, but otherwise felt so light and warm from his orgasm. Holding her was just a bonus and kissing her was the main treat.

He whined playfully when she shifted and started to pull away, pouted when she moved off his lap, but let her remove the underwear which was keeping him restrained. She threw it carelessly onto the floor and climbed up his body again while smiling softly and placed a kiss on his forehead, her lips lingering lovingly. “Never change, Boaz Priestly,” she murmured.

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Picture Perfect

Pairing: Boaz/Priestly x Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend Priestly with a spontaneous request he’d made months ago, however, not everything goes to plan.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings/tags: Fluff, swearing, mentions of spice.

Prompt: “You have to find it before the others do.”

AN: This is another submission for my @jacklesversebingo card, and also my first time writing for Priestly! 😅 like I mentioned in my announcement, I was inspired by the lovely @zepskies Headcanon for ‘man flu’, which included our beloved Priestly, as well as her other work for him. 😍 I hope you guys enjoy ☺️

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The Beach City Grill was already buzzing when you slipped through the door. The smell of fresh bread and sizzling bacon filled the small space, and the usual suspects were in their spots.

Tish leaning against the counter with her coffee, Piper wiping down tables, and Jen stacking fresh loaves onto the display.  

You had one mission. And you had to be smooth.  

“Look what the wind blew in,” Tish teased as you strolled up to the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to be working or something?”  

“Day off,” you said, offering an easy smile. “Figured I’d grab lunch.”  

Jen cocked her head. “You know Priestly doesn’t start for another hour, right?”  

You rolled your eyes. “You guys act like I only come here for him.”  

“That’s because you do,” Piper chimed in, flashing you a knowing look. “Come on, sweet thing, you could have any guy. How did you end up with Priestly?”  

You feigned offence. “Excuse you. He’s amazing.”  

Tish snorted. “Oh, we love Priestly. But he’s just a lot of… Priestly.”  

Piper nodded. “And you’re so sweet.”  

You just smiled, biting your tongue. If only they knew how not-so-sweet you could be behind closed doors—especially when it came to Priestly.  

Your fingers curled around the small Polaroid tucked in your sleeve.  

You hadn't planned on doing something like this. It all started, a couple of weeks ago, when Priestly went off on one of his tangents about how modern romantic gestures lacked creativity, now you all had cell phones. In one of his off hand musings—while the two of you were tangled up in bed—he’d said something so ridiculous, you’d almost ignored it.

“You know what would be romantic?” he murmured, tracing lazy patterns along your bare back.

“What?” you asked, half-asleep against his chest.

“A physical nude.”

That woke you up. “I’m sorry—what?”

“Like, an actual photo. Not some digital thing that can get hacked or deleted.” He sighed dreamily. “Just… something personal, something just for me. Like back in the old days.”  He wiggled his brows suggestively.

You’d snorted, shoving his chest. “You’re such a dork.”  

Before you could react, he rolled you under him, the sudden shift stealing a breathless giggle from your lips. His weight pressed against you, solid and warm, as his fingers ghosted along your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips found yours—soft at first, teasing, like he had all the time in the world. But then he deepened the kiss, slow and thorough, as if savouring the taste of you.

Your body responded instinctively, arching into him, heat curling in your stomach despite the exhaustion still lingering in your limbs from your previous ‘activities’. He kissed you like you were something precious, something he couldn’t get enough of and it made your head spin.

His hand slid up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing tenderly against your cheek as he pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips.

“I’m just sayin’,” he said, grinning down at you, breath warm against your skin. “Classic nudes? That’s romance.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head before tugging him back down, shutting him up with another lingering kiss, letting yourself melt into him once more.

And yet, even as your world narrowed to nothing but him once more, the idea stuck, taking root and nestling in the back of your mind, refusing to let go.

And, well… now here you were, planning to slip a very romantic little surprise into his 'Ultimate Sandwich Bible''.  

Time to make your move.  

As Tish turned to refill her coffee, and with the others busy at the grill, you subtly flipped the book open to a random page and slipped the picture inside. Then, with the most innocent expression you could muster, you picked up the menu.  

“So,” you said, shifting gears, “what do I want today?”  

Jen gave you a weird look. “Uh… you always get turkey and avocado.”  

You pretended to think it over. “Maybe I should switch it up?”  

Tish quirked a brow. “Why? Is this a whole new you?”  

“Nah, just trying something different.” You forced a small smile, resisting the urge to glance at the book. “You never know what might surprise you.”  

The girls exchanged looks, but thankfully, they didn’t question it.  

Mission accomplished.  

After ordering, you sat at the counter and chatted for a while, playing it cool before finally grabbing your sandwich and heading out. As you walked home, you could not stop grinning.  

Priestly was in for a long shift.  

Back at your apartment, you curled up on the couch, still feeling giddy. You could just imagine the moment he found it—how he’d go stiff, eyes widening, and then spend the rest of the day knowing he had it tucked in his pocket with no way to do anything about it.  

You smirked to yourself.  

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.  

Then—  

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. 

You frowned. Who the hell—?  

Sliding off the couch, you padded over and pulled open the door.  

Priestly stood there, leaning lazily against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. His hair was electric blue this week, spiked up in chaotic perfection, the colour making his sharp green eyes pop even more.

His signature Surf Naked t-shirt clung to him in all the right places, the neckline stretched just enough to give you a teasing glimpse of the ink curling up his neck. The patchy sideburns and scruff only added to his effortlessly rebellious charm. He was a walking contradiction—grungy but gorgeous, ridiculous but ridiculously hot.

And right now, he had no idea there was a problem.

Your stomach dropped.  

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”  

“Nope,” he said, not noticing your rising panic as he stepped inside. “Trucker gave me the day off.”  

Your blood ran cold.  

Oh no.  

“You—” You swallowed hard. “You didn’t go in at all?”  

“Nope.” He shot you a curious look. “He called me. Why?”  

Your breath hitched.  

Oh no.    

“Shit,” you muttered, spinning away and grabbing your phone.  

Priestly blinked. “Okay, what is happening right now?”  

You quickly texted Tish - 'Hey, is Priestly’s cookbook still on the counter?'  

Three dots popped up. Then—  

Tish: 'Nope, Trucker grabbed it earlier when he was cleaning. Why?'  

Your soul left your body.  

Priestly leaned over your shoulder. “Babe. What did you do?”  

You groaned, shoving your phone away.  

He folded his arms. “What’s going on?”  

You turned to him, heart hammering. “You have to find it before the others do!”  

His brows shot up. “Find what?”  

You hesitated, face heating.  

His eyes narrowed. “Oh, you so did something bad.” A grin began to form on his lips.

“I may have… hidden something for you,” you admitted. “In The Sandwich Bible.”  

Priestly blinked. “Okay… And?”  

“And—” You exhaled sharply. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you.”  

“…What kind of surprise?”  

Your jaw clenched. “The personal kind.”  

Priestly stared.  

Then—his eyes widened.  

“Oh, Oh.”  

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yeah.”  

“You hid a dirty picture in my cookbook?”  

“Yes.”  

His lips parted in stunned silence. 

Then, he fully beamed. “Ohhh, this is amazing.”  

“No, Priestly,” you groaned, grabbing his shirt. “This is bad. Trucker has it. Trucker!”  

His grin vanished.  

“Oh shit.”  

“Yes! Shit! Now we have to get it back before he—”  

Your phone buzzed again.  

Tish: 'Trucker left the book in the back. Why are you freaking out?'  

You let out a strangled sound of relief.  

Priestly peeked at your screen. “Okay, okay—so it’s still in the shop.” He grabbed his keys. “We can fix this. Come on.”  

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face as you trudged behind him. “This was supposed to be a nice surprise.”  

Priestley’s smirk softened. He paused and stepped closer, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up to his. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, voice teasing but warm, “when I do get my hands on it, trust me—it’s gonna have a nice surprise from me.”  

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips, and then your breath hitched when he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. His thumb brushed your cheek, grounding you, pulling you back from your spiralling panic.  

“You’re the sweetest thing, you know that?” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. “The fact that you did this for me? That’s the best damn thing I could ask for.”  

You huffed, unable to fight your smile as he kissed you again, slow and deep, before tugging you toward the door.

“We should probably go before Trucker hangs it up on the specials board,” he teased, winking as he pulled you toward the door.

By the time you arrived back at the shop, the damage was already done.

Trish leaned against the counter, twirling the infamous polaroid between two fingers, a knowing smirk on her lips. Jen and Piper were beside her, and from the looks of it, they had all gotten a good look.

“Well, well,” Trish drawled, eyes flicking between you and Priestly. “And here I thought he was the wild one.”

Heat flared across your cheeks as you sputtered. “I—It’s not—”

“Oh, it definitely is,” Jen cut in, laughing.

Priestly snatched the polaroid from Trish, giving her a look to say that’s enough but as soon his eyes landed on the picture, he faltered. Priestly swallowed hard, dragging his gaze over the image—over you, in some barely-there lingerie, posed just right, your sultry expression locked onto the camera.

He exhaled, slow and deliberate, before turning to you, eyes dark with something entirely different than amusement.

“This,” he said, voice low and certain, “is the best thing you could’ve possibly given me.”

“Yeah?” you murmured, suddenly shy under the intensity of his stare, a contradictory to the picture in his hands.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed you—hard, quick, stealing your breath.

“Fuck yes,” he muttered against your lips before pulling you in again, deeper this time, slow and heated.

Piper, who had been swooning just seconds ago, suddenly let out a dramatic groan at the unmistakable swipe of Priestly’s tongue. “Ugh." She grimaced, "They do realise families come here?”

Jen snorted, stuck between wanting to look away and being just fascinated enough to keep watching. “I feel like I shouldn’t be watching this.”

Trish sidled up next to them, a knowing smirk on her lips as you and Priestly kissed like no one else existed.

Piper tilted her head then, studying the way he held you, the way you melted into him. “You know what?” she mused. “I think I get it now.”

The other two hummed in agreement, watching as Priestly grinned against your lips, tugging you even closer. And judging by the look in his eyes—and the way he was still clutching that polaroid like it was sacred—you had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving his sight for the rest of the night.

AN: Okay i hope you guys enjoyed that one! I think Priestly is just the most adorable character and deserves more love! Let me what you thought 🤗💕

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Opposites Attract, Apparently.

Main Masterlist Ten Inch Hero Masterlist

Pairings; Boaz Priestly x reader

Genre; fluff

Warnings; none

Summary; Sweet, girly yn dating punk Priestly leaves everyone stunned-but love doesn't always follow the rules.

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If anyone had taken bets at Beach City’s sandwich shop on who Priestly—the loud, eyeliner-wearing, mohawk-sporting, kilt-rocking rebel—would end up dating, no one would have guessed her.

YN was like a walking beam of sunshine. Soft cardigans, pastel skirts, ribbons in her hair, and a laugh that made people turn and smile even if they didn’t know why.

So when she walked in one sunny afternoon, slipped behind the counter, wrapped her arms around Priestly from behind, and kissed his cheek, the room fell into stunned silence.

Tish dropped a tray of clean glasses. Piper froze mid-swipe over the register. Jen's eyebrow shot so far up it practically touched her hairline. Trucker stopped mid-sentence on a story about his biker days and just stared.

“Hey, babe,” Priestly said, like nothing was out of the ordinary. He tilted his head toward her for a quick kiss, grinning like the smug punk boyfriend he now very clearly was.

Tish whispered to Piper, “She’s like a cupcake. He’s…like a Sex Pistols album. How?!”

“I…don’t know,” Piper said slowly. “But I think I love this.”

Trucker leaned on the counter, still trying to process. “Okay, I gotta ask—how did that happen?”

YN beamed, gently tugging on one of Priestly’s many ear piercings. “He was the only one who didn’t judge me when I was having the worst day of my life. Then he made me laugh so hard I cried.”

“And she didn’t flinch when I dyed my beard neon green,” Priestly added proudly.

Jen squinted at them. “So…you’re telling me this isn’t a dare?”

“Nope,” Priestly said. “She’s into me. All this chaos? Yeah, she likes it.”

YN giggled. “It’s kind of hot.”

Cue another round of stunned silence.

“Okay,” Trucker muttered. “I need to sit down.”

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Would you be willing to write a top!Dieter Bravo x Top!Boaz Priestly x bottom!male chubby reader?

Like dieter has been away on a film for a bit and is coming home. Boaz having picked dieter up and not telling the reader that dieter is coming home as a surprise. And it’s like a big reunion and it turns from sweet to them in the living room, with the reader between the two of them. Feel free to include an Eiffel Tower moment. Kinks to play with choking, dp nipple play, wax play, fingering, rimming, oral, and general rough play.

Also if the boys could have a little bit of body hair (chest and a happy trail, even pubes) that’d be awesome.

Best reunion ever

Paring: Top Boaz Priestly & Top Dieter Bravo x Male reader.

Warnings: Choking, Nipple play, Wax play, double penetration, roughish play

Requests by anonymous

Note: this took a while I didn’t know too much about Boaz as I’ve not really watched the movie so I tried my best to do what I could from what I knew of him

Dieter Bravo had been away for months, shooting his latest film,

leaving a void in the cozy home he shared with Boaz Priestly and you. You were best friends with both Dieter and Boaz and moved in with them a couple years ago. Which only made the bond between you 3 more significant and more meaningful. You missed Dieter dearly and wanted him to come home. You didn’t even know much of the film he was going to film aside from him simply telling you it’ll be ‘Oscar level buzz’ which is what he tells you every time he films a movie.

Sitting on your coach watching a tv show that Boaz picked out, he abruptly got up and went to the kitchen to make some snacks for you both. You were waiting for him to come back as you then heard his voice

“hello?” He says waiting a few moments as you look over and see him holding his phone to his ear. you couldn’t hear who was on the side “yeah of course I’ll be right there.” He ends the call with a mischievous glint in his eye knowing it was Dieter he was talking to and he decided not to spoil the surprise when he picked Dieter up from the airport since he knew you were missing him and it would cause more excitement to know he showed up without you knowing. “So uh somethings come up. I need to quickly head to the sandwich shop. I’ll try bring some food on the way back but if not, we can maybe order takeout.” And with that before you could get a word in he leaves the door closing behind him “okay then…..” you say to yourself curious to know what emergency had happened at the sandwich shop.

The moment the door swung open, revealing Dieter with his unruly curls and a beaming smile, the air filled with excitement. You were caught off guard, barely had time to react before Dieter enveloped you in a bear hug, your hands roaming over the familiar softness of his hair and his hands wrapped your waist every so slightly lifting you from the floor his hands softly digging into your slight chubby hips.

"You have any idea how much I missed you, Y/N" Dieter murmured, his voice rough with emotion as he kissed your cheek nuzzling his nose against your neck, his stubble scratching against your skin creating a tingly sensation against your face “I didn’t even realise you were coming” you say your voice still filled with joy and shock at his arrival

Boaz, walking in with a grin holding a bag for Dieter, added, "Thought I’d surprise you with him coming back given how much you’ve been talking about missing him." he closed the door behind them, the living room suddenly charged with anticipation. “This movie is going to be spectacular. You’ll see” Dieter says walking to the couch “you say that about every movie you do.” Boaz says as he unpacks the sandwich’s he’d bought “I am that good of an actor what can I say?” dieter says with a cocky smile as the three of you sit in on the couch your sandwiched in the middle the both of them “so what we watching tonight?” Dieter asks “I think I’m a bit too hungry to care too much” you say “in slience we eat.” Boaz says in sarcastic quiet voice Dieter chuckles his hand around your shoulder his soft finger caressing your neck subconsciously. Boaz had his arm around your other shoulder. As you eat the sandwich

“You’re such a messy eater.” Boaz says wiping so mayonnaise of your lip bringing the thumb to his mouth and licking it off. “What do you expect from a guy who can’t keep his mouth closed?” Dieter says “I am in perfect control of keeping my mouth closed thank you ” You say slightly offended “I think we should try to see just how good that mouth is don’t you think Dieter?” Boaz says his finger softly caressing your jaw “We definitely should.” Dieter says with a soft smirk as you look both of them in slight uncertainty if they were even talking about before you could feel somewhat of a realisation you feel Dieter press his lips against yours The transition from Dieter being sweet to sultry was seamless to say the least Dieter's hands slipped under your shirt, teasing the sensitive nipples that hardened under his touch you left a soft moan your hand instinctively reacting to the pleasure by holding Boaz’s leg, while Boaz took this as a sign to join, his hands finding the way to guide your hand to unbutton his pants.

The sloppy kiss with dieter and a handjob to boaz at the same time wasn’t something you’d expect but it was a reality you were gladly savouring as dieter lifts up your leg so it’s resting on his boaz leans forward his head in your neck kissing it trying to find the pulse point of your neck. Upon finding it indicating by a whimpery moan from your lips immediately taken in by dieters mouth. Boaz every so softly kisses and nibbles at your pulse point . Your hands glide to your shirt wanting to take it off your chubby frame in view

Dieter slowly makes circles in your ass he attacks the other side of your neck as you moan your hands buried in each of their hairs feeling the fluffy hair of dieter and the gel of Boaz’s Mohawk.

"You've got no idea how much we've wanted this," Boaz growled in your ear “both of you?” You moan barely audible dieter groans softly “so badly…..me and boaz talked about it what we could do if we had you to ourselves….what we could do to give you pleasure….” Dieter whispers softly in your ear “well….tell me…” you say curious to know their fantasies at that second dieter sits up as he pulls your head down to his lap , his fingers tracing down to tease the reader's entrance, adding lube before gently pushing a finger in, preparing for more.

Boaz leans over engulfing your cock into his mouth his head moving up and down as he sucks you off you were a moaning mess the stimulation of being finger fucked by dieter and the stimulation of boaz sucking your cock. You turn your to the side burying into the belly of dieter feeling his happy trail on against your chin Dieters hand carding your hair with his free hand Dieter takes his finger out your ass moving it up to your nipple.

His thumb and index finger softly pinching your sensitive nip as he moves his head down to give you a kiss at that point you feel the almost intense sensation of boaz licking your ass with no warning shoving his tongue into you and eating you out. Your wildly loud moans swallowed by Dieter’s kiss. His hand caressing your chubby frame slowly guiding itself to your neck and wrapping around

The tingly feeling of dieter’s hand squeezing agaisnt your neck softly and every so slightly blocking your oxygen intake. You groan softly gripping the edges of the sofa. Boaz still tongue fucking your ass moves his head back “so many fantasies such little time….” He groans nuzzling into your pubes.

Dieter breaks the kiss to catch his breath. You catch your breath too but your breath was shaky and raspy as dieter still was holding to your neck and squeezing softly. “Perhaps we should escalate this further then.” Dieter says with a smile that made you feel like you were gonna be completely ravaged by both him and Boaz.

“I’ve always wondered just how hot this body would look with some colour on it” Boaz says with a slight mischievous grin. He leans over to the coffee table grabbing a red candle. “Are you sure about this?” You say seeing the candle in his hand as boaz grabs a lighter. “Of course it’ll be fine��..believe me it won’t be too painful just a little tingly pain is all” Dieter says softly combing his fingers through your hair offering your comfort “you want to try?” Boaz asks making sure he had your consent to use the candle. “Sure….go ahead….” You say softly consenting feeling the fingers of dieter in your in your hair you see Boaz lighting up the candle.

letting drops of warm wax fall onto your chest, mixing pain with pleasure. Dieter’s hand once again goes to your neck choking his, hands firm yet soft around your neck adding to the intensity. Your breath was raspy making soft moans of whimpers as the warm wax dripped onto your skin “that’s it….feels good right?” Boaz whispers softly. You could nod slightly indulging in the warm painful but pleasurable feeling of the wax.

Dieter moving his hand away from your neck Your head still resting on his lap he tilts your head to his groin lowering his boxers down your face prickled with his pubes as you open your mouth taking in his cock and sucking. The warm wax hardening against your skin the Same way with dieters cock hardening in your mouth dieter moans holding his head back Boaz leans over to your body his mouth licking your chest taking your nipple into his mouth.

The room filled with yours and dieters moans your hand moves to boaz’s pants sliding your hand inside as you rub his bulge his soft moaning adding to the sounds of you and dieter.

As boaz sits up he takes your hand and pull you up boaz on his knees sitting on the sofa pulls you forward so you’re on your fours on the sofa. The soft click of his trouser buttons being undone you immediately taking in his cock and begin sucking. Swirling your tongue around and around his head.

Dieter watches his hand begins to pump his cock up and down your saliva doing a great job as being lube as he jerks off watching you “quite the mouth he’s got.” Dieter says wittily. Boaz moans in agreement as he moves his head back and forth against your mouth.

You feel the firm hands of Dieter on your ass cheeks as he kneads your ass like it was dough causing moans to escape your mouth against boaz’s cock. Boaz begins to move faster his hands holdjng your head thrusting more faster into your mouth. Your mouth groaning as you gag on the feel of his cock hitting your throat.

Dieter without no warning whatsoever shoves a finger into your ass making you moan loudly but muffled by your mouth stuffed. You groan and whimper at the double penetration of your mouth and ass. As dieter curls his finger slightly causing you to whimper. Boaz looks down at you as you look up at him your face red and your eyes almost teary from the intense face fucking.

Dieter adds another finger inside your ass and begins to scissor his fingers stretching you out. Your muffled moans. Boaz’s loud moans and Dieters soft groaning as he fingers you.

Dieter moves his fingers out and gets on his knees his hard cock pressed against your ass as he pushes the head into your slightly less tight hole. You groan muffled. “Ready?” You hear dieter asking with a mischievous voice “ready.” Boaz says his hands gripping your hear

And with that they both immediately begin to thrust hard and fast into you. Your groans so intensely filled with the most pleasurable feeling. Your body in a state of overstimulation from the double penetration of Boaz fucking your face and Dieter fucking your ass.

Both boaz and dieter lean over and begins to kiss each other creating a triangular shape reminiscent of an effiel tower position.

Almost at the same time you feel the hot liquid in your mouth and your ass as they both cum with groans they both pull out and sit back on the couch out of breath. You still on your fours breathing heavily your mouth filled with Boaz and your hole leaking with Dieter. You sit up on the sofa. Gulping the cum in your mouth as you breathe heavily from both the oral and anal fucking you just experienced.

“I think it’s safe to say this is one a hell of a reunion” Boaz says out of breath Dieter chuckles softly “the best reunion ever.” Dieter says smiling

You laugh softly as well “I had no idea you guys had these fantasies about me” you say out of breath as they both scoot over to you put an arm around your shoulders “and more to come” dieter says with a smile “only this time they won’t just stay as fantasies” Boaz says with a smile as you both finish the experience with a three way kiss your lips crushed together tongues out and licking each other lips with soft chuckles and giggles “how about we finish the food and head to bed?” Dieter suggest as you nod grabbing the unfinished sandwich on the table

You all gathered in a blanket the warmth of the moment wrapping around you as you watched a movie and ate food.

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Pondering Fate While Ignoring The Obvious

A Ten Inch Hero Story

~Priestly has got it so bad for Tish that he can barely see past the end of her... well, her back end, anyway. He's love sick and forever rejected, constantly stuck inside his own head. When a new girl in town starts messing with him, he quickly loses his cool...~

Boaz Priestly x F!Reader

2,511 Words

Warnings: Nuttin' but fluff and banter. ;)

A/N: This is another square for my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt is "Backhanded Compliment/Convenience Store/Sugar Addict"

Now listen- I've never written for this movie before, but I had so much fun doing it. If you've seen the movie, I think you'll love this. If you haven't seen it, you may not totally get it, but you'll still love it because it's cute and fluffy and I said so. Give it a chance ;)

Another day, another spicy Italian with no oil and no vinegar. How you could eat a hero dry was a question he could never quite grasp the answer to, but in the end, did another weird order really matter? He’d put a condom on the bun if they asked for it. Maybe not a used one, but then again, Tish was looking extra spicy herself today.

Tish. Goddamnit. There she goes flirting with every male in existence except him. There she is leaning over the counter in that not-so-sneaky way that pushes her tits up and out, giving everyone and their mother a look into the valley of the Promised Land. 

For fuck’s sake, if she’d only do that for him. 

Then again, nothin’ he hadn’t seen before. 

Fingers snapped in front of his face and Priestly blinked himself back into reality. 

“Can I help you?” he asked, still half dazed and half hard after staring so intently at his coworker. 

Piper sighed. “Yeah. You gotta make a run down the street.” 

He sighed harder. “You know, you ladies are capable of patronizing the convenience store now and then. It’s not really hard. You just pick out what you need and exchange it for cash.” 

The tiny blonde pouted and batted her lashes. “Please? My feet hurt from standing all day.” 

He scoffed. “And mine don't?” 

“I’m not used to it. I’m delicate.” 

Priestly scratched at the bright green spikes that sat atop his head for the day, masquerading as a hairstyle. He frowned but relented. “Fine. Gimme the list.” 

He saw her from the street. He wasn’t purposely peeping through the window like a stalker, but he felt like it all the same. It wasn’t his fault, not really. Things mostly stayed the same around town, so when something was different, when someone new showed up, it tended to stick out a bit. 

The new girl at the register was cute, not particularly daring in her style or makeup palette, but she was attractive. Probably the thing Priestly noticed first was the lollipop stick hanging from her painted lips. 

His entrance was announced by the jangling of bells and she looked up as he came in. She smiled around the pop and twirled the white paper stick between her fingers. 

“Welcome.” 

He looked back at her over his shoulder and nodded. “Hey.” 

Slowly, she pulled the treat from her mouth and licked the very tip. Her tongue was as red as the pop and Priestley was sure that his cheeks were turning the same shade. He cleared his throat quickly and turned back, going about his business. 

The store was otherwise empty except for Mr. Jacobson, the old man who never seemed to go anywhere but was always wherever you went. He was currently lingering at the end of the aisle, amazed at the sheer amount of chip flavors the new millennium had to offer. 

“Back in my day we had regular and salt & vinegar, and we were grateful!”

Priestly laughed under his breath and looked over the rack at the register. She was laughing softly as well, and when their eyes met, she didn’t shy away. 

He did; quickly tearing his gaze from the cherry pop and focusing on the aluminum foil instead. There was no use flirting with her anyway- she’d never go for him. She looked too normal, too pretty to fall for his shenanigans. Best not to even think about it. 

Arms fully stocked, he headed her way, keeping his eyes on the black and gray tiled floor and praying she wouldn’t make his heart race any faster. 

She sucked hard on the Blow Pop and then took a bite, making him jump. Sugar crackled between her teeth and she winked.

“I hope you overcharge them,” she said dryly, staring him down. 

Confusion took the place of shyness and Priestly’s face scrunched up. “What?” he snapped, jerking away from the counter. 

The girl rolled her eyes and went about ringing up his order without another word. 

Cash exchanged, Priestly thanked her and walked out, still wondering what the hell she was talking about. 

Monday. 

Priestly stared out the front window, wondering if the day was going to go his way or not. He knew he shouldn’t bother pondering the Fates, because they always seemed against him, but he liked to think he had some hope tucked away somewhere beneath the Manic Panic hair dye and all the metal sticking out of his head. If there was, he couldn’t find any today. 

Tish was late, as usual, probably rolling out of some strange guy’s arms and fishing for her bra underneath the bed. 

Someday… someday, that’d be his bed she was searching under. Someday, those would be his arms she rolled out of. He just had to keep hoping.

Or not. He really didn’t care. 

The sun was too bright, the grill was too hot. He hated everything. 

Except the sound of bubblegum popping behind him. He didn’t seem to hate that. 

With spatula in hand, he turned and startled just enough to make the bubblegum appear between coyly smiling pink lips. 

“Hey.” 

Priestley squinted. “You’re that chick from the store.” 

Annoyance crept onto her face. “And you’re that dude with too much eyeliner.” 

He laughed before realizing she was insulting him and ended up jolting up on his toes awkwardly, half a smile curled on his lip. 

He cleared his throat. “Priestly.”

She squinted. “Like Elvis?” 

He shrugged. “And you are?” 

“Hungry.” 

Slapping a five on the counter, she picked up her hero and spun away, heading toward the door. She turned to push it open with her backside and popped her gum again. 

Her eyes were glued to him and Priestly felt his stomach flip. He met her gaze and she smiled. 

“I always do.” 

He wanted to say something, to ask her what the hell she was talking about, but she was gone before the words reached his tongue. 

“Always do what?” 

Jen turned her head his way, but her eyes were still locked on the computer screen. “What’s up?” 

He sighed. “Nothing. Just a weird girl from…nothing.”

It was nothing. She was just the weird girl from down the street. And anyway, he was supposed to be hating everything today, not shifting his ponderance to the mystery of the gum chewing, pop crunching girl from the convenience store. 

“Nothing.”  

Blue hair; don’t care. 

Priestly cracked an egg on the grill and watched the edges sizzle. He wasn’t great at a lot of things, but cooking eggs was something he did exceptionally well. The butter bubbled around the perimeter, curling the whites just slightly, and he pushed the tip of his spatula against it. 

Not ready yet. 

The girls were, yet again, chatting about men, and he kept one ear on the sizzle and the other in their conversation. 

“I just don’t understand how hard it is to find. It’s right there.” Tish laughed and pushed a delicate hand back through her hair. “It’s a clit, not the Holy Grail.” 

Priestly raised a brow. “Some would call it that though,” he interjected. 

She rolled her eyes. “You would.”

Offended, he sucked in a quick breath. “Ya know something-” 

She turned, one hand on her hip, waiting. “Yeah?”  

His lips pursed and dejected, he turned back to the grill. “Forget it.” 

“Thought so,” she laughed. 

God, she was such a bitch sometimes. OK, most times, but still.

Tish went back to leaning on the counter and he took the opportunity to peek at her ass. 

Behind him, a throat was cleared. 

Priestly sighed, knowing what was waiting for him when he turned. Or, rather, who. 

“You again.” He batted his lashes. 

She smacked her lips. “Me again.” From her pocket, she withdrew a pink Starburst and fiddled with the wrapper. 

He eyed the candy and followed it to her mouth. Her lips were darker today and it reminded him of the cherry pop. “You eat too much sugar, you know that?”

She smiled gently. “And you dye your hair too much. That isn’t good for you. All those chemicals are gonna fry your brain.” 

“Joke’s on you, it’s already fried- shit!” Fried egg. Burnt to a crisp. “Damnit.” 

Sugar Girl swallowed a laugh and the Starburst. 

He turned around, annoyed at himself and her laughter. “Are you- do you want something?” 

“Yup.” She nodded and took her order from Piper, who was holding a small, paper-wrapped hero. “Thanks.” 

Green eyes narrowed on her smile. She was weird. Way too weird. And kinda rude. 

“You ever gonna tell me your name?” he asked, calling out as she pushed open the door. 

“Sure,” she replied, “Soon as I get my free sample.” 

“Huh?” 

Confusion always seemed to linger when she left, that and the smell of strawberries. Or cherries, or whatever she’d been sucking on. 

Sucking on…

His eyes flickered over to Tish and he wondered if she was as good at sucking things as she claimed.

It was raining and he was cranky. 

He’d missed his alarm, the car wouldn’t start, and a passing bus nearly drenched him head to toe. 

It wasn’t supposed to rain at the beach. It was practically against the law. Nature’s law, anyway. 

And to top it all off, Tish was bragging about the amazing night she’d had with a handsome stranger visiting from New York. 

“He’s just in town for a few days, so it’s nothing serious,” she explained to a wide-eyed Piper who was drinking down every word. “But man, I wouldn’t be mad if it was. He’s… tall and handsome and-” 

Priestly cleared his throat. “Ya know I’m pretty tall.” 

She clicked her tongue. “And?” 

His heart ached at her callousness. “And… just thought I’d remind you.”

Maybe she didn’t know what she was doing to him, but he thought his advances were fairly obvious. Maybe she was just a bitch.

Jen derailed his thought train with a shopping list she’d printed out. 

He shook his head. “No.” 

“Please?”

The shop on the corner was the last place he wanted to go. Nameless Sugar Girl was the last person he wanted to see. “Why do I always have to go?” He pouted and gestured to the window. “It’s pouring rain out there.” 

Jen looked up with puppy-dog eyes. “Which is why I’m asking you to please go.” 

A heavy sigh was his only reply. Priestly grabbed the paper from her hand, crumpling it beyond repair, and set out into the downpour. 

He was dripping by the time he made it down the street. He sneered at the water on his face, rolled his eyes at the welcome mat, swatted viciously at the bells as they rang above his head. 

“Rough morning?” she asked, watching his huffy entrance. 

He scowled. “You could say that.” 

A peppermint rolled on her tongue and the red and white stripes caught his eye. “Well, lemme know if you need any assistance.” 

Priestly ran a hand through his teal-tinted hair and shook out a puddle’s worth of rain. “Yeah. Thanks.” 

It took him a while to collect the goods, having trouble finding the right paper towels that would fit into the holder in the bathrooms. He’d never had any issues in the store before; seemed like someone had rearranged. 

Someone. 

He looked across the rows of sundries and wondered what her deal was. Hell, he still didn’t even know her name. Not that he wanted to, of course. 

Of course. 

Finally, and with much annoyance, he arrived at the register. 

She laughed softly as he unloaded his arms. 

He shook his head. “What?” 

“I… I shouldn’t even touch this one.” 

He had no clue what she was talking about, he never did, and he was at the end of his rope. 

His patience snapped. “What?”

She sat back, clearly hurt by his tone. “Your shirt.” 

She pointed at his chest and he looked down, reading the big black letters upside down. 

‘Save a tree, eat a beaver’

His shoulders fell. “Oh. Yeah. Whatever.” 

“Yeah,” she echoed, the sting heavy in her voice. “Whatever.” 

He couldn’t take it anymore. Dropping a can of coffee onto the counter, he slapped his palms down on either side of it and leaned in. 

“Ya know, everytime I see you, you’ve got something snarky to say.”

Her eyes went wide. “Snarky?” She frowned. “I thought I was flirting.” 

The fight drained out of him along with the blood in his cheeks. Confused once more. “Uh… what?” 

Pushing herself up off the stool, she mirrored his pose, hands falling dangerously close to his. “Flirting,” she said again. “It’s an ancient ritual in which a sexually interested party attempts to lure their prey into bed with witty and charming wordplay.”

He balked. “I know what flirting is!” 

She glared. “Then why haven’t you picked up on the fact that I’ve been trying to pick you up for weeks now?”

“I uh…” His elbows buckled and he stood up fully. “You have?” No way. She wasn’t…

Memories of the past month flooded his mind. Each time he’d seen her she was smiling at him, not being snarky. She was teasing him, answering the ridiculous sayings on his shirt. 

‘I sell crack for the CIA.’ … “I hope you overcharge them”

‘Surf naked.’ … “I always do.” 

‘Orgasm Donor - Ask for your free sample’ … “As soon as I get my free sample.”

It had been smacking him in the damned face and he hadn’t seen it. She had been playing with him the whole time, not trying to annoy him. She wanted him to notice her, but he was too busy dreaming of Tish, wondering when she’d notice him. 

He sucked in a stunned breath. “You have. Wow.”

A tiny smile returned to her cherry lips. “Come on, I know you’re not as dumb as your fashion sense implies.”

Priestly felt a dip in his gut, something fluttering around inside. He grinned. “Oh, I’m way dumber.” 

Reaching across the counter, she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him close. “Good.”

Her lips were soft, the kiss as sweet as the candy she was always eating. He breathed her in as her tongue swept over his.  He was stunned, confused but in a good way. Maybe he needed to push Tish aside and pay more attention to the world around him. Maybe this was a good thing. A really good thing. His eyebrows raised in surprise, his blood pressure raised even higher.

She pulled away slowly, her lips lingering on his. 

“You get it now?” 

She waited, blinking at him with the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. He should have looked sooner, closer; should have given her a chance.  

“Yeah,” he whispered in a laugh. “I think I do.” 

Another kiss, a press of her hand at the nape of his neck. 

“You ever gonna tell me your name?” 

She smiled. “Y/N.”

He reached for her cheek; fingers landing lightly on her soft skin. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

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January Reading Recs 2025

It has been a busy month this month, so I didn't get the chance to read as much as I would like (lots to catch up on).

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Reading Recs Masterlist

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Polaris Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 @waynes-multiverse

Authors Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Last Kiss @deans-queen

Authors Summary: Beau is thinking about the last kiss he has with his ex (Reader)

Gone Too Long (on A03) @wayward-and-worn

Authors Summary:  What happens when Beau is away from her for too long.

Multi Fandom

Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben)

Headcanon: Body Insecurity/Appreciation @zepskies

Authors Summary: HC: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to your body insecurity.

Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw

Headcanon: Flirting (And Jealousy) @zepskies

Authors Summary: HC: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw would react to someone flirting with you. (And others flirting with them.)

Ten Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

A Good Kisser (on A03) by waiting4william

Authors Summary: Tish and Jen watch as Priestly makes out with another girl outside the Grill. Tish is NOT happy.

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Untitled drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Soothing Comfort @wendichester

Authors summary. you had a rough day but lucky, sam is there for you. he always is.

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Mini Series Masterlist

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Who Doesn’t Love Piercings

All I See Is Red

Sexual Encounters

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✨Rookie - 2/3✨

Summary: You took the job for the paycheck—not expecting your colleague with wild hair and too many piercings to be this charming. Turns out, behind the sarcasm and mustard doodles, he’s kind of impossible not to fall for.

-requested-

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 5495

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

The past four weeks with Priestly had been nothing short of chaotic—in the best way possible. Dating him felt like stepping into a whirlwind of playful banter, unexpected moments of tenderness, and an endless game of teasing touches that left you breathless.

And work? Work had become a whole different battlefield.

It started during the lunch rush. You were focused on assembling a complicated order—extra pickles, no mayo, lightly toasted bread—when suddenly, Priestly slid behind you, pressing up way too close. “Hey, rookie”, he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You stiffened, your hand pausing mid-reach for the mustard. “Priestly”, you warned. “I swear, if you mess up this order—”.

His fingers brushed against your hip as he reached around you, pretending to grab the knife you were holding. But instead of actually taking it, he let his hand linger, fingertips tracing small circles against your waist.

You shivered.

“Mess up the order? Me?”, he gasped dramatically, though his fingers dipped just under the hem of your shirt, his touch featherlight. “I’d never. I’m just here to supervise”.

“Uh-huh”, you muttered, your voice a little shakier than you would’ve liked.

“Besides”, he continued, lips dangerously close to your ear, “you’re so focused when you work. It’s kinda hot”.

Your cheeks burned. “Get back to your station, now”.

He chuckled, placing a quick kiss just below your ear before sauntering off like he hadn’t just completely ruined your concentration. And, of course, you messed up the order and Priestly didn’t let you live it down for the rest of the day.

On another day, Jen had gone to the back to do inventory, leaving you and Priestly alone behind the counter.It was late, and the shop was slow. You were cleaning the espresso machine when Priestly leaned against the register, watching you with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes.

“What?”, you asked suspiciously.

He smirked. “I bet I can make you drop that cloth in your hand”.

You raised a brow. “Oh, really?”.

“Mhm”. He straightened up, stepping closer. “Let’s test it”.

Before you could question him, he reached out and ran the pad of his thumb along the inside of your wrist—slow, lazy strokes that sent a jolt of heat up your arm. Your breath hitched, and your grip on the cloth faltered.

Priestly grinned. “Oh, interesting”.

You clenched your jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction. “That was cheap”.

“Fine”, he shrugged. “Let’s raise the stakes”.

Before you could react, he ducked down and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot just under your jaw, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin. The cloth definitely hit the floor.

He pulled back, looking way too smug. “I win”.

“You’re so annoying”, you muttered, shoving his chest.

He only laughed, stealing a quick kiss before going back to his station like nothing had happened.

Then, on another day, a ridiculously hot day, when the AC in the shop was struggling to keep up, you were refilling the ice bin when Priestly strolled over, a devious look on his face.

“Whatcha doin’?”, he asked, peering over your shoulder.

“Trying not to melt”, you groaned, wiping sweat off your forehead.

“Huh. You do look a little overheated”, he mused.

Before you could respond, something cold slid down the back of your shirt. You shrieked, jumping forward as the ice cube traced down your spine. “Priestly!”.

He cackled as you squirmed, trying to shake it loose. “Oh, man, that was so worth it”.

You whipped around, eyes narrowed. “You are so dead”.

Priestly was still grinning as he backed away. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”.

You grabbed a handful of ice and lunged.

Let’s just say, by the end of it, both of you were soaked, the floor was a mess, and Jen threatened to make you both work double shifts if you didn’t clean it up immediately. It was worth it, though—especially when Priestly kissed you later, still laughing against your lips.

Dating Priestly was nothing like you expected. It was more.

The moment you stepped into Priestly’s apartment a few days later, you knew this was going to be an experience.

It was exactly what you imagined—organized chaos. Band posters covered the walls, a half-broken neon sign flickered near the tiny kitchen, and his couch was buried under a pile of mismatched blankets. A skateboard leaned against the coffee table, and there was a suspiciously large collection of empty soda cans stacked like a pyramid near the window.

Priestly kicked the door shut behind you, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn. “Welcome back to my humble abode, rookie".

You rolled your eyes, dropping your bag onto the couch. “So, where am I sleeping?”.

Priestly raised a brow, stepping closer. “Where do you think you’re sleeping?”.

Your stomach flipped at his tone. You had stayed late at his place before—curled up on his couch watching dumb movies, falling asleep against his shoulder after a long shift—but you had never officially spent the night. And now, the reality of sharing a bed with Priestly for the first time was hitting you all at once.

He must have noticed the shift in your expression, because his teasing smirk softened. “Relax”, he murmured, nudging your chin up with his knuckle. “I’m not gonna pounce on you the second you step into my bedroom”.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling shy. “I know that”.

“Do you?”. His lips twitched. “Because you look like a deer in headlights, babe”.

You huffed, lightly shoving his chest. “Shut up”.

He chuckled but didn’t push further. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward the back of the apartment, where his bedroom was.

It was… surprisingly cozy. Messy, of course—his clothes were scattered everywhere, and there was an alarming number of half-read books stacked on his nightstand—but it felt like him. The blankets were thick and mismatched, the scent of his cologne clung to the air, and there was a record player in the corner with a few vinyls leaning against the wall.

Priestly flopped onto the bed dramatically, arms spread wide. “Alright, rookie. Make yourself at home”.

You hesitated at the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure what to do with yourself. He noticed.

“Hey”, His voice was softer now. “You nervous?”.

You exhaled, crossing your arms. “I mean… kinda? It’s just new”.

He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with an unreadable expression. Then, without warning, he reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you onto the bed.

You let out a startled yelp as you landed next to him, face inches from his.

Priestly grinned. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”.

Your heart was pounding, but you forced a glare. “You love doing that, don’t you?”.

“I love messing with you, yeah”.

Priestly’s fingers had just started tracing lazy patterns along your arm when you suddenly sat up, biting your lip. “Maybe we could eat first?”, you suggested, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. “I’m starving”.

Priestly raised a brow, clearly amused. “Uh-huh. You sure you’re not just stalling, rookie?”.

You shot him a glare, but the teasing glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t judging—just calling you out like he always did. And, okay, maybe you were stalling. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. You did. The two of you had talked about it earlier in the week—really talked about it. Priestly had been patient, surprisingly serious about making sure you were comfortable, and you’d agreed that tonight would be the night.

But now that you were here, in his bed, with his hands so casually on your skin… you felt the nerves creeping in. “I’m just hungry”, you said firmly, standing up before he could say anything else. “You do have food, right?”.

Priestly sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the bed. “Do I look like the kind of guy who keeps a fully stocked fridge?”.

“…So that’s a no?”.

“That’s a hell no. But”, he added, pushing himself up onto his elbows, “I do have leftover pizza. Probably still edible”.

You wrinkled your nose. “How old?”.

“Define old”. You shot him a look, and he laughed, standing up and stretching. “Fine, fine. We’ll order something”.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of you were sitting cross-legged on his bed, balancing takeout containers on your laps. Priestly had insisted on getting the greasiest burgers possible, complete with fries and milkshakes. “Because if we’re doing this”, he’d said with a smirk, “you’re gonna need your energy”.

You had nearly choked on your drink.

Now, as you chewed on a fry, you watched Priestly from the corner of your eye. He was casually leaning back against the headboard, sipping his milkshake like he wasn’t the least bit nervous. But then, that was just… him. Comfortable in his own skin, never one to overthink things. Meanwhile, you felt like your entire body was buzzing with anticipation, nerves, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

He caught you staring. “Something on my face?”, he asked, licking a bit of salt off his thumb.

You shook your head quickly, looking down at your food. “Nope”.

“You’re still nervous”, he murmured, voice softer now. Not teasing. Just knowing.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. “…A little”.

Priestly set his food aside, shifting so he was closer, one hand resting lightly on your knee. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, (Y/N)”, he said seriously. “We can just hang out. Watch dumb movies. Eat an embarrassing amount of fries. Whatever you want”.

You sighed, setting your own food down before looking at him. “I am ready”, you admitted. “I just…”. You bit your lip, hesitating. “I guess I’m worried I’ll be bad at it”.

Priestly blinked. Then, to your absolute horror, he grinned. “Oh, rookie”, he drawled, shifting even closer, his fingers tracing slow circles against your knee. “That is not something you need to worry about”.

You groaned, shoving his shoulder. “I knew you were gonna make fun of me”.

“I’m not!”. He held up his hands in mock innocence, though his smirk said otherwise. “I’m just saying… I think you’ll be a natural”.

Your face burned, but despite the teasing, there was something in his eyes—something warm, reassuring. Like he meant it. You took a slow breath, then exhaled. “Okay”, you murmured. “Let’s do this”.

Priestly’s grin softened. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. “Whatever you need, babe”, he whispered. “I got you”.

And with that, he kissed you again, deeper this time, pulling you into him as your heart raced in anticipation.

Priestly’s lips moved against yours with an ease that sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t pushing—just there, coaxing you into the moment with the slow drag of his mouth, the lazy way his fingers brushed over your knee.

You let yourself sink into it, into him.

His hand trailed up your arm, his fingers featherlight as they ghosted over your skin. He was waiting, you realized. Letting you set the pace. Letting you decide how far this would go.

You swallowed, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. That was all the encouragement he needed. His hand slid up to your jaw, tilting your face to just the right angle, his thumb stroking your cheek as his lips parted against yours. The kiss was slow—achingly slow—but intentional. It wasn’t just some rushed, heated moment. It was exploration, like he was learning you, figuring out exactly how you liked to be kissed.

And damn, he was good at it.

When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, you let out the softest sound, barely more than a breath. Priestly groaned low in his throat, his fingers twitching against your skin. “Fuck”, he murmured against your lips. “You make the sweetest noises”.

Your whole body burned. You weren’t used to this—to someone saying things like that to you, to someone making you feel things like this. But Priestly? He was unraveling you piece by piece, and you weren’t sure you ever wanted him to stop.

His hand skimmed down your side, fingertips dancing over your ribs before settling at your waist. He didn’t grab, didn’t squeeze—just rested there, grounding you. When he kissed you again, it was deeper, slower. The kind of kiss that made your stomach clench and your skin tingle.

Then, just as you were starting to lose yourself in it, he pulled back.

You blinked, dazed. “Wha—”.

He smirked, eyes dark with something unreadable. “Relax, rookie”, he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “We’re taking this slow, remember?”.

You exhaled shakily. “Right. Slow”.

But then his hand moved. Slowly—so slowly—it drifted downward, fingers trailing over the fabric of your shirt, down your hip, until his palm settled on your bare thigh.

Your breath caught. Priestly’s eyes flickered up to yours, searching. “Still good?”.

You nodded. “Yeah”.

He grinned, his thumb tracing idle circles against your skin. “Good”.

And then he leaned in again, kissing you softer this time. Less teasing, more… reverent. Like he was savoring every second. His fingers barely applied pressure to your thigh, just the suggestion of touch, but it was enough to send a spark straight through you.

Your legs shifted slightly, parting just a little, and his hand slid higher. The warmth of his skin against yours, the slow burn of his touch—it was almost unbearable. Not because you didn’t want it, but because you did.

Priestly’s fingers continued their slow exploration, tracing idle circles against your thigh as his lips moved lazily over yours. There was no urgency, no rush—just the steady, intoxicating warmth of his body against yours.

Then, with the slightest pressure of his hand at your hip, he guided you backward, urging you to lay down.

Your heart pounded as your back met the soft mattress, his weight hovering just above you. Priestly didn’t press down, didn’t trap you—he simply braced himself with one arm beside your head, watching you carefully, his breath warm against your lips.

His free hand trailed up from your thigh, fingers skimming the curve of your waist, teasing over the fabric of your dress. He wasn’t taking, wasn’t claiming—just learning. Memorizing the way you reacted, how your breath hitched when his fingertips grazed sensitive skin.

“You’re so soft”, he murmured, almost like he was talking to himself. His lips brushed along your jaw, featherlight. “So pretty”.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Priestly smiled against your skin, clearly noticing. His mouth moved lower, pressing slow, deliberate kisses down your neck. Each one was unhurried, lingering just enough to make your stomach tighten. He wasn’t teasing—not this time. This was something different. Something deeper.

His fingers slid up, skimming the fabric at your ribcage, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he paused, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes.

“You still good?”, he asked, voice rougher now.

You swallowed, nodding. “Yeah”.

His lips found yours again, slower, deeper this time. His hand remained at your side, fingers flexing slightly like he was holding himself back. Every movement was careful, every touch light—like he was giving you time to adjust, to pull away if you wanted.

But you didn’t.

Instead, your fingers found the hem of his shirt, hesitating just a second before slipping underneath. His skin was warm, muscles tensing slightly beneath your touch. Priestly let out a slow breath, tilting his forehead against yours for a moment. “Fuck”, he whispered, his voice strained. “You’re gonna be the death of me, rookie”.

You smiled, your confidence growing just a little. “That bad?”.

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head before kissing you again. This time, his hand slipped just a fraction higher beneath your dress, his thumb skimming the sensitive skin at your waist. It was barely a touch, but it sent heat pooling in your stomach.

Your breath hitched, and Priestly froze. His gaze flickered to yours, searching. “Too much?”.

You bit your lip, hesitating. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. You did. But everything felt so intense, so new, and suddenly, your nerves came rushing back.

“I just…”. You swallowed, looking away. “I don’t want to mess this up”.

Priestly’s expression softened immediately. He shifted, moving some of his weight off you so that you weren’t completely pinned beneath him. “Babe”, he murmured, his fingers brushing gently over your cheek. “There’s nothing to mess up”.

You sighed, still feeling a little embarrassed. “I just don’t know what I’m doing”.

A slow grin spread across his face. “Well, lucky for you, I do”. He kissed the corner of your mouth before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “And I’m pretty damn good at taking things slow”.

You exhaled, some of the tension in your chest easing. “Yeah?”.

“Yeah”. He smiled, nudging his nose against yours. “We don’t have to rush, rookie. We’ve got time”.

The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache. You nodded, relaxing beneath him, and his fingers slipped back down to your waist, stroking absentmindedly.

For the next few minutes, he just held you. Kissed you slow and deep, let his hands explore just enough to make your skin tingle but never too much. Every movement was careful, controlled, patient.

Priestly kissed you slowly, deeply, letting his hands explore your body with a careful, reverent touch. His fingers traced up your ribs, his lips ghosting over your collarbone, every movement deliberate—giving you time to breathe, time to adjust, time to want more.

And you did want more.

Your nerves were still there, lingering just beneath the surface, but Priestly had a way of making you feel safe. Like this wasn’t something to be rushed, or something you had to get right—just something to feel.

At some point, your clothes had disappeared, piece by piece, until the heat of his skin was pressed flush against yours. He hovered over you, eyes dark, breath heavy, his hand resting just above your hip.

“You sure about this?”. His voice was softer now, huskier, but there was no pressure in it. Just the same patience he had shown you all night.

You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest, but nodded. “Yeah”.

Priestly’s eyes searched yours for a second longer, then he exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before shifting back slightly. He reached for the condom, tearing the foil open.

You bit your lip as he rolled it on, your stomach flipping at the reality of what was about to happen.

Priestly must have noticed, because he smirked slightly, leaning down to kiss you again—slow and teasing, as if trying to pull you back into the moment, to remind you that this was still you and him. “Relax, babe”, he murmured against your lips. “I got you”.

His fingers traced slow, reassuring patterns along your hip as he kissed you again—slow, deep, distracting. Every movement was deliberate, careful, like he was making sure you never felt anything but safe beneath him. “You’re shaking”, he murmured against your lips, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You swallowed, nodding slightly. “I know. I just…”. You took a slow breath. “It’s a lot”.

He smiled softly, his forehead pressing against yours. “Yeah. It is”. He kissed you again, slower this time. “But we go at your pace, alright?”.

You nodded, exhaling shakily as he shifted above you. You felt him position himself between your thighs, the weight of him settling just right. His hand slid between your bodies, and you felt the gentle, teasing brush of him against you—just the lightest touch, testing, waiting.

Your breath caught, your fingers tightening against his shoulders.

“Breathe”, he whispered, pressing a kiss just below your ear.

You let out a shaky exhale, and as you did, he slowly—so slowly—began to press forward.

Your body tensed instinctively at the unfamiliar stretch, and Priestly froze immediately, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Talk to me”, he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “You good?”.

You bit your lip, nodding. “Yeah, just… slow”.

He let out a strained breath, nodding against your shoulder. “Slow. Got it”.

And he did go slow. Agonizingly so. He eased forward little by little, giving you time to adjust, time to breathe. His hand slid up, lacing his fingers with yours, grounding you as he moved.

The burn was there—new, unfamiliar—but underneath it, something else lingered. Something deeper. Something that made your breath hitch as he finally, fully, settled inside you.

Priestly let out a shuddering breath, his grip on your hand tightening. “Fuck, (Y/N)”. His voice was wrecked, his body trembling with restraint. “You okay?”.

You nodded, breathing heavily. “Yeah”.

Priestly stayed perfectly still above you, his breath coming in slow, controlled exhales against your lips. His forehead rested against yours, his fingers still tightly laced with yours, as if he was grounding himself just as much as he was grounding you.

His body was tense, muscles coiled, and when you shifted just slightly beneath him, he let out a sharp breath, his grip on your hand tightening. “Fuck”, he whispered, his voice raw, strained. “Babe, I—I need you to tell me if I can move”.

His restraint made your chest ache. You could feel it in every locked muscle, every tremor in his arms as he held himself back, waiting for you.

You swallowed, adjusting slightly, getting used to the fullness, the heat of him pressing so intimately against you. It was new, unfamiliar, but it didn’t hurt—not really. Just a stretch, a slow burn. You met his eyes, your fingers loosening slightly around his. “You can move”, you murmured.

His jaw clenched, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his eyes, but he didn’t move right away. He lifted one hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face before leaning down, pressing the softest kiss to your lips. “Tell me if anything feels bad, okay?”, he whispered against your mouth. “If you need me to stop, I stop. No questions, no hesitation”.

Your heart clenched at his words, at the way he meant them. You nodded, whispering, “Okay”.

Priestly exhaled, and then—so slowly, so carefully—he pulled back just a fraction before easing forward again.

You sucked in a breath, your fingers tightening in his hair as the new sensation sent a shiver through your body. He groaned at the feeling, his forehead pressing into the crook of your neck as he moved again—slow, deep, his control absolute.

“Shit, (Y/N)”, he murmured, his voice barely more than a strained breath. “You feel so good”.

His words sent a heat rushing through you, your body responding before your mind could catch up. You shifted slightly, tilting your hips in encouragement, and he let out a ragged curse, his hand gripping your waist.

“Fuck”. His voice was tight, wrecked, his control clearly slipping. “You can’t just—”. He cut himself off, exhaling shakily. “You’re gonna kill me, babe”.

You smiled slightly, despite your nerves. “Sorry”.

Priestly let out a breathy chuckle, pressing his lips to your jaw. “No, you’re not”.

And with that, he moved again—deeper this time, still slow, still careful, but with just a little more certainty. More intention.

And damn, you had never felt anything like this before.

Priestly’s breath was ragged against your neck, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold himself back. Every slow, careful thrust had his muscles flexing, his fingers gripping your waist like he was barely hanging on.

“Shit”, he ground out, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. “You’re—fuck, you’re so—”. He didn’t even finish the sentence, just let out a shaky exhale as he pulled back and eased forward again, still slow, still careful, but every second was killing him.

You could feel it—the way his hands clenched at your hips, the way his arms shook as he held himself above you. You swallowed, tightening your fingers in his hair. “Priestly”, you whispered.

His breath hitched at the sound of your voice. “Yeah, babe?”.

“You’re shaking”.

He let out a rough laugh, shifting slightly to press a kiss to your cheek. “Yeah, well… trying not to come in the first ten seconds is kind of hard when you feel this good”.

Your stomach flipped at his words, warmth pooling low in your belly.

“I wanna make this good for you”, he murmured, his voice strained. “Not just… not just me”.

You swallowed, your body adjusting to the slow rhythm, the stretch, the heat of him. Every slow movement made you more aware of every point of contact—his chest against yours, the way his breath stuttered against your skin, the slow, burning pressure of him inside you.

“It is good”, you reassured him, your fingers trailing down his back, feeling the tension in every muscle. “You feel… really good”.

He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, babe, you can’t just say things like that”.

You bit your lip, trying not to smile at how wrecked he sounded.

Priestly let out a slow, shaky breath, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling back slightly, propping himself up on one arm. His free hand smoothed down your side, his fingers tracing over your hip before gripping it lightly. “Gonna move a little more, okay?”. His voice was softer now, still tight with restraint. “Still slow. Still gentle”.

You nodded, your fingers curling around his wrist. “Okay”.

He exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching before he moved again—just a little deeper, a little more certain, his control still unwavering even as his breath came quicker.

Every second, every slow movement, had him teetering closer to the edge. His fingers flexed against your hip, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he fought to last, fought to make this good for you.

And the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made your heart clench in a way you weren’t prepared for.

Every slow, careful movement sent a tremor through his body, his grip on control slipping by the second. He was trying—really trying—to hold back, to make this last, to make it good for you. But the way you felt around him, the way your breath hitched with every shift of his hips, the way your fingers trembled against his back—it was too much.

His forehead dropped against yours, his breath coming in ragged pants. “Fuck, babe, I—”. He clenched his jaw, screwing his eyes shut. “I can’t".

You felt it then—the way his body tensed, the way his grip on your hip tightened just before he let out a strangled groan, his whole body shuddering as he gave in. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he came, his body pressing flush against yours, his hand squeezing yours like he needed something to hold onto as he unraveled.

It was overwhelming, the heat of him, the way he murmured your name between panting breaths, the weight of his body against yours as he rode out every last tremor.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing—his, yours, tangled together.

Then, after a beat, Priestly let out a rough laugh, shifting just enough to press a lazy, breathless kiss against your shoulder. “Fucking shit”.

You let out a soft chuckle, feeling your face burn. “Yeah”.

He exhaled, nuzzling against your skin for a moment before slowly easing back. He was still breathing hard, still recovering, but his hands were gentle as he pulled out, careful not to move too fast. You winced slightly at the sudden emptiness, but before you could even process it, Priestly was already reaching for the condom, rolling it off and tossing it into the trash without a second thought.

Then he looked at you. Really looked at you. And you realized—he wasn’t done.

His lips curled into that familiar, dangerous smirk, the one that always meant trouble, the one that always made your stomach flip. His eyes flickered down your body, and before you could even catch your breath, he was moving—sliding down, pressing slow, lingering kisses over your stomach.

Your breath caught. “P-Priestly?”.

He hummed against your skin, his lips trailing lower, his hands settling on your hips. “What?”. His voice was smug, teasing, but there was something deeper beneath it—something dark, determined.

You swallowed hard. “I-I mean… I didn’t…”. You bit your lip, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “I didn’t… you know”.

Priestly paused, glancing up at you. “I know”. His grip on your hips tightened, and then he grinned, wicked and full of promise. “That’s why we’re not done”.

Your stomach flipped. “Wait, I—”.

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips pressed against your inner thigh, slow, open-mouthed kisses that had your breath stuttering.

You gasped, your fingers gripping the sheets as he worked his way higher, his breath warm against your sensitive skin.

“You really think I’m gonna let you go to sleep without making you come?”. His voice was low, almost mocking—but there was nothing teasing about the way his mouth finally, finally pressed against you.

Your whole body jerked at the first flick of his tongue, the sudden heat of his mouth sending a shockwave straight through you. You had never felt anything like this before—so intimate, so raw, so overwhelming.

“P-Priestly—”.

Your breath hitched, a whimper slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

His grip tightened, his mouth working harder, his tongue pressing in ways that had your thighs trembling, your chest rising and falling in short, desperate gasps. You had no idea what to do—where to put your hands, how to breathe—it was all too much, and yet somehow, not enough.

Your fingers found his hair, gripping hard as his tongue moved in slow, devastating circles. The pleasure built fast, coiling low in your stomach, growing stronger with every flick of his tongue, every perfectly timed stroke.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

You felt it building—tighter, higher, every nerve in your body tingling, every muscle tensing. You tried to warn him, tried to tell him that you were close, that you were about to—

And then he sucked.

A broken cry tore from your throat, your back arching, your body shattering as the pleasure ripped through you.

Priestly groaned against you, holding you down as he worked you through it, his tongue moving lazily now, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you were a trembling mess beneath him.

Only when you whimpered—overwhelmed, oversensitive—did he finally pull back, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before moving up your body, settling beside you.

You were still panting, still trying to catch your breath, your body humming with the aftershocks of what just happened.

Priestly grinned down at you, clearly pleased with himself. “Now you look satisfied”.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Oh my God".

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your wrist before gently pulling your hands away. His eyes softened then, his fingers brushing over your cheek. “You okay?”.

You swallowed, still dazed, but nodded. “Yeah”.

His smirk returned. “Told you I’d take care of you”.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged at your lips.

Priestly just grinned, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest.

“Get some sleep, rookie”, he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re gonna need it”.

Your stomach flipped, heat returning to your cheeks. “Priestly—”.

He just laughed, kissing the top of your head. “Love you”.

Your breath caught, your heart skipping a beat at the way he said it—so casual, so effortless, like he hadn’t just turned your whole world upside down.

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A/N: GOSH, that beard.. i just wanna cry... His pretty face... ughhh. I really need to watch the movie to understand that love for him, I guess.... Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Boaz Priestly 🥪

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Code Red When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

The Miracle Man** The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

[Prequel to Code Red]

Headcanon: When Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Boaz Priestly get sick, how would they act when you (try to) take care of them? 🤧

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— ANY WAY THAT YOU WANT ME

SUMMARY : he’s clingy and doesn’t know how else to feel close to her. even though it gets them both riled up, it’s nice while it lasts.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS : nsfw(18+), cockwarming, fluff

WORD COUNT : 1.2k

A/N : omg, y’all, HEY. I’m sorry. LMAO, see y’all next week??? XXXXXX

“So you’re just not gonna move?” He asked, lifting his hips off the couch and lowering his pants. She nodded, about to explain some more to him. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked immediately after, taking in the view of her in a pretty pastel-blue bralette and matching underwear, which she was starting to push down her legs. 

“No,” she laughed, “why would you think that?” She straddled him, entertained by the way he tugged on his cock while he stared at the side, deep in thought and his only response was a shrug. She took his chin in her hand, made him look at her so she could kiss him softly. “This is supposed to be enjoyable and lazy.” 

He hummed softly, sounding a little doubtful, as if he already knew himself. His eyes remained glued on her face when she took him in her hand, not teasing herself the way she usually did, just pressed the soft head against her entrance, gently pushing into her, stretching her easily with the warm slickness that was there. 

She moved up and down slowly and he moaned, but he knew she was just making the way down easier for herself, less painful, more comfortable. He let her, grasped her thighs and looked away from her curious face to observe how wet she had his cock. He cursed softly, found himself so desperate he thrusted upwards sharply to push himself all the way in, her little gasp pulled him out of his daze.

“Shit, honey,” he said worriedly, “did I hurt you?” 

“No, just surprised me,” she smiled at him reassuringly, kissed his forehead and her lips lingered before she pulled away. He relaxed and nodded, his thumbs brushing gently over her hip bones, daring to look back down where she was now full with him. She must have been looking at him the whole time, because she grabbed the hem of his shirt, and lifted it up his tummy to get a better look at herself too. He felt himself throb inside her, knowing that she wanted to look, that she was enjoying this nearly as much as he was starting to, it made the muscles in his abdomen tighten delightfully. 

“Take it off,” he murmured, “I’m kinda hot,” he added. 

“Yeah, you are,” she flirted, but started to lift his shirt up, helped him take it off and threw it on the other side of the couch. He rolled his eyes at her at first, but then nodded, taking the compliment proudly. He slid his hands up her sides, wiggled his fingers underneath her bralette to cup her breasts, squeezing gently. 

Her nipples tightened under his gaze. He felt her walls squeeze around him when his thumbs brushed over her nipples, nearly stopping himself from going any further because he didn’t think he could just sit there and not have sex with her while he was inside her. It was worse when she squirmed, her back arching slightly, her hips undulating just barely, but enough to nearly drive him crazy. 

“How long do you expect me to last?” He asked breathily, shifting under her. She looked down at him, amusement sparked so obviously in her eyes, her lip twitching up into a smirk.  “Don’t get me wrong,” he murmured, pinching her nipples roughly, “love feeling you this close, but I can’t do it.” 

“Then stop doing that,” she said with a chuckle. She grabbed his wrists and moved them out from her silky bralette. He pouted at her, his eyes falling back to the thin material that covered her breasts, her nipples poking through. “Hey, let’s do something,” she suggested, forcing him to tear his eyes away from her chest. 

“Watch a movie?” He asked, more than a little disappointed when she moved off his lap. He stared at how slick he was. Looking up at her, he saw how triumphant she was by the beads of precum that quickly rolled down his dick. He blushed, nearly pulled his pants up to cover himself, but she stopped him. 

“Take all your clothes off,” she ordered.

“You too?” He asked, immediately doing as she told him to do. She looked down at herself and shrugged with a nod, and lifted the bralette up and off her body. He quickly stood up once he was naked, grabbed her waist and latched his lips onto her nipples. Her hands went to his hair, a title gasp slipping past her lips, knowing he was trying to tempt her, when he turned her and gently pushed her into the couch. 

“Boaz,” she warned, but he ignored her. His fingers went up her thighs, between her legs to massage her clit expertly. His teeth gently scraped her nipples, giving little licks to cover them in his saliva and moved his mouth down her stomach, left open-mouth kisses down body and replaced his fingers with his mouth to play with her clit. She grabbed his face and pulled him off her, “okay, now it is a punishment,” she told him breathlessly. 

He whined, moved up her body to kiss her lips passionately, silently asking for forgiveness and to stop her from going through with her newest idea, which to him was more tortuous than pleasurable. She kissed his back, held his face gently in her hands, tilting her head to let his tongue in. The softness and the warmth of it against her own made her moan, tasting something fruity and sweet in his mouth.

She would love nothing more than to have sex with him, but she wanted to push his buttons. She wanted to see how far he would let himself go, before he simply couldn’t just sit there. She didn’t think he’d get so desperate as quickly as he did, but even now, he rolled his hips against hers, sliding his cock through her folds and nearly pushing himself back into her, but a sharp smack of her small hand on his ass made him pull away in shock. 

She laughed softly, leaned up to kiss him again, wrapping her arms around his neck because she really wanted to give in now. But she didn’t, she slipped out from under him and he sat down, staring after her naked body bending over to get the TV ready for whatever she wanted to watch. It was just Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which made him relax, but the little smirk on her lips when she turned to face him made him excited and anxious all at once.

“You’re not serious,” he said incredulously, but she appeared far too amused to be joking. She took his bearded chin, smiled down at him, her thumb gently swiping across his lower lip so they automatically parted, ready for a kiss. She gave him one, a small, teasing kiss to his parted lips, innocent on the surface but so full of mischief. 

“Let’s see how long you last,” she murmured, sitting back in his lap. He tensed up, grabbed her hips and didn’t stop her from sliding back down his dick. His head fell back against the couch, trying to suppress a groan of pleasure and failing, his hands moved to her ribcage. 

“I can tell you now,” he muttered, “a few more minutes.” She laughed, rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his jawline. He smiled at her despite how tense and turned on he was, trying hard to ease his body and give her a few moments of peace before he tried again to go for what he wanted.

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Boaz Priestly Masterlist

AN: Here you can find a collation of my Boaz Priestly stories. Fics containing adult themes/smut will be marked as such ** (18+ ONLY!!!)

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Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend Priestly with a spontaneous request he’d made months ago, however, not everything goes to plan.

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