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sturniqlo · 6 months ago

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POLAROIDS- MATT STURN

summary: it's your wedding and your bridesmaids give matt a spicy polaroid picture of your throughout the night

cw: cursing, slight suggestive material no smut

an: based on this tiktok i saw | lowercase intended

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polaroid one

the night was going great. matt and y/n were enjoying their wedding reception, they had been tied to the hip all night long. y/n had this one particular plan all planned out ever since her best friend, gia, had mentioned it to her. "hey, what if instead of a boudoir book at the end of the night, why don't you give him boudoir polaroids throughout the night?" she had suggested. "that's a great idea! but, why don't i have you and the rest of my bridesmaids give them to him?" gia gasped. "you dirty girl! you're going to get him riled up!" she lightly slapped your arm.

later that week, gia went over to take the pictures for y/n while matt wasn't home. neither of them found it weird, they had been friends their whole lives and considered themselves sisters and they had seen eachother countless times. "he's going to love these. can't wait to accompany you in the delivery room in nine months" gia placed the stack of six picture in her bag, she was going to keep them safe so they wouldn't risk matt finding them. "gia!" y/n scolded her and laughed and she put her hair back up.

"don't try and use them to get off." y/n joked as she walked gia to the door. "i'll try not to." gia playfully frowned. that was about a month ago. "you ready?" gia asked y/n as she handed a picture to each bridesmaid. y/n gave gia the last picture matt would receive and would probably be his breaking point and he'll race them home. "yeah. clem, you can give it to him in about five minutes." y/n tells the first bridesmaid. "okay!"

five minutes go by and y/n gives clem, who's standing nearby, a nod to give it to him. y/n scooted a bit away from matt as she saw clem get closer. he was currently having a small chat with chris. "hey matt." clem goes next to him pats his shoulder and grabs his hand, placing the picture face down and closing his hand around it. "hey?" he furrows his eyebrows, looking down at his closed hand. "chris! let's get a drink!" clem pulls chris away from matt.

somewhere nearby, gia is filming matt's reaction on y/n's camcorder. she zooms in on his face and giggles. matt, still confused, looks at his now wife and she directs a head nod to his hand. "what is it?" he says. "look at it!" she says over the loud music. he opens his hand and flips the small picture around and gasps, quickly placing the picture down on his lap. he feels himself get flustered and looks back at y/n who is giggling. "woahh!" he says. matt looks back down at the picture and flips it back and looks up to see if anyone is looking.

polaroid two

it had been twenty minutes since clem last gave matt the polaroid and matt was ready to go home and love on his wife. he had to excuse himself from y/n to go the bathroom to splash water on his face and cool down. y/n laughed at matt's reaction to the first picture, it was barely anything. she doesn't know how he'll react to the rest of them. in those twenty minutes, matt had slowly forgotten about the picture in his pocket until he saw kay, another one of y/n's bridesmaid come up to him with a smirk on her face. "matthew, i have something for you." she places her hands on her back. "wait let me prepare myself."

gia records again, zooming in on the interaction. y/n, now next to her giggles at matt's closed eyes, taking a deep breath. "okay, i'm ready." he places his hand out and kay places the picture faced down on his palm and he quickly closes his hand around it as he sees chris go over to him. kay, long gone, goes to the two girls laughing. "i love his reactions."

chris goes up to matt and matt tries to hide his hand. "what'd she give you?" he asks, taking a sip of his second pepsi. "dude, shoo out of here." matt shoos him with his empty hand. antsy to look at the new picture. "let me see." chris says. "fuck no!" he walks away from chris to a secluded corner. he flips the picture and cups his hand around. "holy fuck." he mutters. taking a better look at the picture. he starts to feel his pants get tight around his cock. suddenly and hand on his shoulder startles him, hiding the picture.

"baby, it's just me." y/n whispers in his ear, giggling once more from his reaction. "why are you doing this to me." he slips the picture into his pockets to join the other one. "thought it'd be fun." she shrugs wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him down to peck his lips. "can we go home." he looks into her eyes, slowly dragging his hands down to cup her ass over her dress. "not yet, a couple more hours to go. plus there's still more pictures." she unwraps her arms and walks away from in, turing her head back occasionally.

"fuck me." he sighs running a hand through his hair.

polaroid three

another twenty five minutes had passed by and matt has not forgotten about the pictures in his pocket. when he would find himself alone, he would pulls them out and stare and then and out them back once he saw someone coming up to him to congratulate him on his marriage. he would also go up to y/n when she was alone grabbing a drink of water and hugged her from behind begging her to go home. "please baby." he kissed her neck.

for the third picture, lila shook his hand and slipped the picture into his hand, while he was talking to nick. nick being curious, tried to take a peek at the mysterious picture, but matt shook his head. "i'll be back." he said, walking to his and y/n's table with a pep in his step. flipping it around he automatically started to get hard. in the picture, y/n was covering her bare cunt with their comforter. and her tits were able to be seen by the thin top she was wearing. he started to sweat, tugging on the neckline of his button up shirt.

around the corner, the three girls were giggling into the camera as gia tried to keep the camera straight, trying to capture the memories for her best friend. "what's going on?" nick came up behind them. "y/n's bridesmaids have been giving matt picture of her, if you know what i mean." nick gasped. "y/n!" she giggled. "is that why he didn't let me see?" they nodded.

polaroid four (left)

it was time for the fourth picture to be given to matt. this scenario was a bit different. the photographer was near their table taking pictures of them and y/n gave ali the signal to give it to him while the cameras were going off and gia was recording. ali walked over patting his on the shoulder and sliding it on this shoulder signaling him to grab it. matt looks around at the cameras immediately turning red. although she was wearing a plain white set, it was the first ever set matt had bought for her. so to them it was special. his head goes straight to his hands and she shakes his head, y/n laughs, looking at the cameras.

the photographer leaves to get an extra battery and matt lifts his head up. "baby, i don't know how much longer i can wait." he whispers in her ear. "only two more hours, mkay?" she grabs his chin, pecking his lips quickly. "two hours to long." he mutters, going back to look at the polaroid.

matt can't wait to go to their shared home and enjoy their first night as newlyweds. he also can't wait to take her dress off and toss it somewhere in their room along with his clothes. he already plans on keeping the polaroids safe in his wallet.

polaroid five (but the front side wink wink)

it was nearing eleven pm and guest were starting to leave here and there. the couple was once again busy by the guests saying their goodbyes and congratulating them once more. it was the second to last photo of the night and matt was getting antsy, waiting for a new picture to hold him up while he waits to get home. as matt was sipping on his hard seltzer, stella walked over to him with a huge smile on her face. matt downs his drink, giving the empty can to chris so he can throw it away, matt rubs his hands together. "let's see what we got now." he looks over at y/n who is smiling knowing this is a more exposed picture.

stella stood in front of matt, "here you go mister, it's a good one." she hands him the picture before walking away to gia who is once again filming. he looks around making sure nobody is able to see. flipping it over, he gets flustered all over again. her tits are now on display as one of her hand are in her hair. looking around to try and spot y/n he quickly spots her short white dress and she's already looking at him, smirking. gia turns off the camera, going to get her picture she's about to give him in a couple of minutes. matt lifts his finger in a come hither movement to y/n

following matt's motions, y/n makes her way to him. "can i help you?" she acts innocent. "i'm debating whether or not to ditch our wedding and go home." he looks at the picture once more before putting it in his pocket and looking into her eyes. his pupils are dialed and full with hunger and desire, y/n can't help but smirk. "just a bit more, i promise." she goes on her tip toes and kisses him. "i'm taking it you liked this one more?" matt nods, throwing his head into her shoulder groaning.

"i need you now."

polaroid six (middle pic but less clothing iykwim)

the moment matt has been waiting for, the final picture. he noticed that as he was given the pictures they were getting more and more suggestive. he believed that this last one was going to be very different. she was going to be on full display and he was excited, knowing that he'll get to have her in less than an hour. he was thanking their past selves for choosing a close venue to their home. the quicker he gets them home, the quicker he gets to show her how much he loves her.

gia was the last to give him a picture so he went up to her. "i believe you have something for me?" he widens his eyes and gives her a knowing look. "thirsty are we?" she giggles, grabbing her phone and taking her phone case off and grabbing the picture. "have fun, kid. i'll take care of the mess here." she hands the picture over to him and pats his shoulder as she walks away.

like a routine, he looks around making sure nobody can see it and flips it over. he feels the blood rush to his cock. she's completely naked in this one. although her leg is covering her pussy, he can already imagine it. staring a bit longer, he puts in safely in his pocket and looks for y/n so he can get them out of here. spotting her a few feet away he walks over to her. "get your stuff, we're leaving." he grabs her waist from behind.

"yes, baby." she smirks.

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moo-blogging · 26 days ago

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Nothing in my head but with Levi after a wedding.

It was your friend's wedding, and you were the maid of honour. You were up since 5 in the morning. Making sure the wedding went on smoothly was challenging, but getting the wedding dinner ready was a nightmare.

The decoration company missed the red carpet, and they had to go back and get it. The catering people came in too early, the food might get cold too soon. The dessert bar person-in-charge was running late. You were pushing and pulling tables around to make sure there was enough space for the bride and groom's first dance. You went through the guest list again and again, crossing out names and qriting names again and again. 2 more people coming for table 3, another person from table 14 can't make it, a baby chair for table 8, vegan meal for table 9, and Mary from table 7 is lactose intolerant.

You paced around putting door gifts on each seat, making sure there was enough glasses for each table, replacing dirty napkins with clean ones. You even worked on the sound system with the DJ.

All this while, Levi was trailing behind you like a little duck. Helping you whenever he could. Table 5 and table 6 were too close together? He pulled them apart. Baby chair for table 8? He got it from the store room, and even wiped it down. Decoration company struggling with the red carpet? He got on his knee and helped with it.

Levi was there at the reception when you had to do your makeup before the dinner started. He ticked the names on the guest list, directed them to their respective tables, and gave out extra door gifts to children. When you stepped out of the powder room, Levi had seated almost everyone.

During the wedding dinner, photoes and videos of the bride and groom were shown on a big screen. Tears and laughter shared in the hall. And one of the bridesmaids caught the bouquet. You were tipsy at the end of the event. Drinking nothing but beer and wine as old friends kept toasting for whatever small reasons. You insisted on staying to help, but the bride and the groom ushered you home as they said "you're drunk, y/n, go home! You've done enough, and we can't thank you enough!"

As you walked, arms linked with Levi, stumbling barefeeted toward the lift. He was holding you steady and carrying your bag of trinkets (you said "just in case someone needs a nail clipper, or a bandage, or an extra pair of socks!") with your shoes dangling on his fingers. He helped you into the lift and pressed "G" at the bottom of the buttons. The doors closed, with only you both alone in the lift.

With your eyes closed, you leaned onto him. "What a busy day. Thanks for putting up with me, Levi." You turned your head, inhaled his scent of a mixture of sweet wine, salty sweat and clean shampoo before placing a kiss on his ear. You meant it for his cheek.

"Sad I didn't catch the bouquet," you pouted.

Levi snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you in. You fell onto him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You giggled at the sudden movement. "Levi!" Playfully, you slapped his arm softly. Your eyes locked, and you could see a clear determination in his silvery blue eyes.

"I will marry you, Y/n. I will marry you even without the bouquet."

The lift was quiet. You were breathing in the air he breathed out. You knew he meant it. And when he kissed you, you kissed him back. Fiercely. Passionately. Your palm on his cheek. His hand on the back of your head. You tasted him. You tasted his love. You tasted his promise.

And when the lift reached and the doors opened, you walked out, feeling like you just got married.

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goldfades · 2 months ago

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all my tomorrows | JOE BURROW⁹ [001]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐙𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, painting the bridal suite in a soft, golden light. The air is alive with the hum of excitement, laughter bubbling over as your bridesmaids flit around the room. The scent of fresh coffee and the faint floral aroma from your bouquet mix with the sharp tang of hair spray.

Maisie, your maid of honor and partner-in-crime since middle school, perches on the edge of the vanity chair, scrolling through her phone. “Okay, ladies,” she announces, holding up a to-do list like it’s a sacred text. “We’ve got exactly three hours until we need to head down. Hair? Check. Makeup? In progress. Emotional stability?” She raises an eyebrow at you. “Questionable.”

“Excuse me,” you say, leaning back in your chair as one of the stylists curls another section of your hair. “I am perfectly stable.”

Maisie smirks. “Sure, sure. That’s why you’ve been bouncing your knee like a jackhammer since you sat down.”

You glance down at your leg, which is, indeed, in overdrive. With a sheepish laugh, you press a hand to your knee. “Okay, maybe a little nervous.”

“A little?” Olivia, one of your bridesmaids, arches a perfectly sculpted brow from her spot on the couch, where she’s applying a flawless coat of mascara. “Babe, you’re marrying Joe freaking Burrow. Nerves are allowed.”

“Not just allowed,” adds Camila, another bridesmaid, who’s currently rifling through a box of pastries. “Expected. Honestly, if you weren’t nervous, I’d be concerned.” She holds up a croissant. “Carb therapy?”

You laugh, waving her off. “Later. If I eat now, I’ll definitely spill it on the dress.”

From her seat by the window, Elena, your quiet but fiercely loyal bridesmaid, sips her coffee and smiles. “You’ll be stunning, no matter what.”

“Exactly,” Maisie says, setting her phone down and standing up with a dramatic flourish. “Now, let’s get down to business. Who’s ready for some champagne?”

There’s a collective cheer as Maisie grabs a bottle from the mini fridge and expertly pops the cork, sending a small shower of bubbly onto the floor.

“To Y/N,” Maisie says, raising her glass high. “The calmest, coolest bride in history. May your day be perfect, your vows unforgettable, and your dance moves questionable.”

You all burst into laughter as you clink glasses, the bubbles fizzing against your lips. It’s a moment of pure joy, a snapshot of the love and friendship that’s carried you to this day.

As you sip your champagne, Maisie sets her glass down and turns to the garment bag hanging on the door. “Alright, who’s ready to see the dress one more time before the big reveal?”

Your heart skips a beat as you watch her carefully unzip the bag, revealing the gown that feels like a dream. The room falls silent, the air thick with awe as your bridesmaids crowd around.

“Oh my God,” Olivia breathes. “It’s even more beautiful than I remember.”

“You’re going to take his breath away,” Elena whispers, her eyes shimmering.

Camila sniffs dramatically, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. “I’m not crying, you’re crying.”

Maisie steps back, hands on her hips, beaming with pride. “This is it, Y/N. Your moment.”

You stand, the nerves from earlier settling into a warm, steady excitement. Maisie reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. “How are you feeling?”

You take a deep breath, your gaze flickering to the gown, then to the faces of your best friends. “Like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”

Maisie grins. “Damn right you are.”

The rest of the morning unfolds in a flurry of final touches, shared memories, and stolen glances at the clock. With every passing minute, the reality sinks in deeper. In just a few hours, you’ll walk down the aisle, and at the end of it, Joe will be waiting.

The laughter and chatter around you start to blur, their voices melding into a soft, comforting hum. You watch the light bounce off the champagne flutes, the delicate lace of your wedding dress shimmering under the glow of the morning sun. Everything feels surreal, like you’re walking through a dream that somehow came to life.

This is really happening.

You close your eyes for a moment, letting the memories wash over you. The first time you saw Joe in that high school hallway, head buried in a playbook, hair a little too long, and a smile that made your heart stumble. The late-night phone calls during college, when the distance felt unbearable but his voice kept you tethered. The endless games, the victories and losses, the quiet moments when it was just the two of you against the world.

You think about LSU, that electric night when the stadium roared and confetti rained down like the universe was celebrating your love. Joe, on one knee, looking at you like you were the only person who mattered in the sea of screaming fans. And now, here you are, hours away from saying “I do” to the person who has been your anchor, your partner, your everything.

A soft voice breaks through your reverie. “You feeling it?”

You blink, returning to the present. The makeup artist, a kind-eyed woman named Grace, is watching you with a gentle smile, her brush paused mid-air.

You nod, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. “Yeah, I’m feeling it.”

And then, without warning, the weight of it all hits you. The love, the journey, the sheer magnitude of this moment—it’s overwhelming in the best way. Your eyes start to sting, the tears welling up faster than you can stop them.

Grace’s eyes widen in alarm. “Oh no, no, no,” she says quickly, setting down her brush and grabbing a tissue. “Not the tears, honey, not yet! Think dry thoughts! Puppies! Deserts! That scene in The Lion King where Mufasa—wait, no, not that.”

Maisie, ever the quick thinker, swoops in with a hand fan and starts fanning your face like her life depends on it. “Deep breaths, Y/N. In through your nose, out through your mouth. We are not letting you walk down the aisle with streaky mascara.”

Camila appears on your other side, holding a tiny bottle of setting spray like it’s a weapon. “I’ve got reinforcements. Don’t worry, we’ll seal it in if we have to.”

You laugh through the tears, shaking your head as you try to compose yourself. “I’m sorry,” you say, your voice wobbly. “It’s just… it’s a lot, you know? This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and it’s actually happening.”

Grace dabs at the corners of your eyes with the tissue, her touch light and practiced. “Of course, it’s a lot,” she says, her tone soft and understanding. “But that’s a good thing. It means you’re present. You’re feeling every bit of this moment, and that’s exactly how it should be.”

Maisie leans in, her fan still going strong. “And we’ll make sure you feel it after the ceremony too. Right now, though, we’re keeping that face flawless, okay?”

You nod, a watery smile spreading across your face. “Okay.”

Grace picks up her brush again, giving you a reassuring wink. “Alright, let’s get back to it. By the time I’m done, you’ll be glowing like the goddess you are.”

As the room falls back into its rhythm, you take another deep breath, letting the love and support of your friends steady you. This is it—the beginning of forever. And you’re ready.

┈┈┈

The low rumble of laughter echoes off the walls of the groom’s suite, mixing with the faint scent of cologne and the crisp aroma of freshly pressed suits. Joe adjusts the cufflinks on his shirt, his fingers moving with the kind of calm precision he usually reserves for pre-game rituals. Except today, he’s not suiting up for a game—he’s preparing for the most important moment of his life.

“You good, man?” Ja’Marr Chase, his best man and long-time teammate, asks from across the room. He’s lounging on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His tie is still untied around his neck, but Ja’Marr never rushes.

Joe glances at him in the mirror, a faint smirk playing at his lips. “Yeah, I’m good.” He adjusts his collar, taking a step back to inspect himself. The suit fits like a glove—sharp, tailored to perfection—but it’s not the suit he cares about. It’s the moment waiting for him just a few hours away.

“Good?” Ja’Marr raises an eyebrow, sitting up a little straighter. “You’re about to marry the love of your life, bro. You better be more than good.”

Joe laughs, shaking his head. “Alright, fine. I’m better than good. Happy now?”

Ja’Marr grins, setting his glass down and standing up. “That’s what I like to hear.” He walks over, clapping a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “You nervous at all?”

Joe considers the question for a moment. “A little,” he admits. “But it’s a good kind of nervous. Like, the kind you get before a big game. You know what you’re doing, but it still hits you that it’s a huge deal.”

“Except this time,” Ja’Marr says, leaning against the dresser, “you’re not just playing for a win. You’re locking down your forever.”

Joe chuckles. “Exactly.”

The door swings open, and a few more of the guys—Sam, Tee, and Tyler—stroll in, already dressed and ready.

“Look at you,” Tee says, whistling as he takes in Joe’s suit. “Sharp as hell. Y/N’s gonna lose it when she sees you.”

Joe smirks. “That’s the plan.”

Sam drops into one of the chairs, pulling out his phone. “Alright, we’ve got time before we head down. Who’s up for a quick game of Madden?”

Tyler shakes his head, laughing. “You’re seriously trying to play video games right now?”

“Hey, it’s tradition,” Sam says with a shrug. “Pre-game warm-up, right?”

Ja’Marr rolls his eyes but grabs a controller anyway. “Fine. One game. But I’m playing as the Bengals, and if I win, Joe owes me a drink later.”

Joe leans against the wall, watching as they set up the game. It’s the kind of easy, familiar energy that’s followed them through years of locker rooms, road trips, and big games. And as much as he appreciates the distraction, his mind keeps drifting back to you.

He pictures you in your dress, walking down the aisle, the way your smile will light up the entire room. The thought sends a wave of anticipation and love crashing over him, so powerful it’s almost dizzying.

“You zoning out over there?” Ja’Marr asks, glancing over from the couch.

Joe snaps back to the present, his grin widening. “Just thinking about her.”

Ja’Marr nods, his expression softening. “Yeah, man. She’s something else.”

The game kicks off, and the room fills with shouts and laughter as the guys trash-talk and celebrate their plays. But through it all, Joe stays grounded in the reality that today, his life changes forever.

“Hey,” Ja’Marr says after scoring a touchdown, “just remember—when you’re standing up there, take a second to really take it all in. Don’t rush through it. That’s a moment you’ll wanna remember for the rest of your life.”

Joe meets his best friend’s gaze and nods. “I will.”

Because as much as this day is about promises and celebrations, it’s also about the journey that brought them here. And Joe’s ready to embrace every second of it.

┈┈┈

The sunlight streams gently through the wide windows of the bridal suite, filtering through gauzy curtains and casting a golden glow across the room. The air hums with quiet anticipation, the kind that wraps itself around every detail—the rustle of satin, the soft click of heels against polished wood, the faint notes of the string quartet warming up outside.

You stand before a full-length mirror, the lace and tulle of your wedding dress spilling elegantly around you. Every bead and stitch feels like a promise, every delicate detail a testament to the day you’ve dreamed about for so long.

Grace, the makeup artist, gives your hair one last fluff before stepping back. “Alright,” she says, her voice warm and steady. “You’re officially ready.”

You barely hear her. Your eyes are locked on your reflection, taking in the way the dress hugs and flows, the way the soft waves in your hair frame your face. It’s not just the look—it’s the weight of the moment that catches in your chest.

Maisie appears at your side, her own dress swishing as she moves. “You look perfect,” she says, her voice hushed, like speaking too loudly might break the spell.

You nod slowly, your hands brushing against the smooth fabric of your gown. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” you whisper.

Maisie grins. “Believe it, babe. You’re about to marry Joe freaking Burrow.”

The mention of his name sends a flutter of excitement through you. You can almost picture him now—standing somewhere in the men’s suite, probably adjusting his tie for the hundredth time or cracking a joke with Ja’Marr.

As if reading your thoughts, Maisie nudges you playfully. “Think he’s as nervous as you are?”

You laugh softly. “If he is, he’s hiding it better.”

A knock at the door pulls your attention, and your mom steps in, her eyes already glistening with tears. “Sweetheart,” she says, her voice catching. “You look… oh, my goodness.”

Her reaction sends another wave of emotion crashing over you, and you have to blink back tears to keep your makeup intact. She walks over, taking your hands in hers, her smile warm and full of love. “You’re radiant.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

Grace, ever vigilant, gives a soft warning from the corner. “No tears yet, ladies. We’re too close to mess up perfection.”

The room dissolves into light laughter, the tension easing just a bit. Your bridesmaids begin gathering their bouquets, Maisie organizing everyone with the efficiency of a seasoned event planner.

Meanwhile, across the country club, Joe is standing in front of another mirror, adjusting his tie for what must be the fifth time in as many minutes.

“Man, you’ve got it,” Ja’Marr says from behind him, lounging in a chair with a relaxed grin. “Your tie’s fine. You’re fine. Stop messing with it before you undo all of Grace’s hard work.”

Joe huffs a quiet laugh but lets his hands fall to his sides. He steps back, taking in the full picture—charcoal gray suit, crisp white shirt, tie perfectly aligned. It’s a look he’s worn before, but today it feels different. He looks like a groom. He looks like someone about to marry the love of his life.

Ja’Marr gets up, straightening his own jacket before patting Joe on the back. “You ready for this?”

Joe meets his best friend’s eyes in the mirror, and for a moment, the usual swagger softens. “Yeah,” he says, his voice steady. “I’ve been ready.”

The groomsmen begin to gather, straightening lapels and exchanging last-minute words of encouragement. There’s a knock at the door, and the wedding coordinator peeks in. “Five minutes, gentlemen.”

Joe nods, the weight of the moment settling in. He takes a deep breath, letting it anchor him. Then, with one last glance in the mirror, he turns to Ja’Marr. “Let’s do this.”

Back in the bridal suite, the final touches are being made. Maisie adjusts the hem of your dress, while Camila ensures your veil is perfectly in place. The air buzzes with quiet excitement, but as the minutes tick down, a hush falls over the room.

Your heart pounds as the wedding coordinator steps in, her clipboard clutched to her chest. “It’s time,” she says with a smile.

Your bridesmaids file out first, their dresses swaying softly as they move down the hall. Maisie lingers for a moment, giving your hand a quick squeeze. “I’ll see you out there,” she says, her eyes shining.

Finally, it’s just you and your dad. He steps forward, offering his arm with a look that says everything he doesn’t need to.

“Ready?” he asks softly.

You nod, your heart full. “Ready.”

Together, you step into the hallway, the sound of the string quartet growing louder with each step. The doors to the ceremony space are just ahead, and beyond them—Joe.

As you pause at the threshold, waiting for the doors to open, you take a deep breath, grounding yourself in the moment. This is it. The beginning of forever.

The double doors swing open with a soft creak, revealing the grand expanse of the ceremony space. The world narrows, and for a moment, all you hear is the soft hum of the string quartet, transitioning seamlessly into Canon in D. The light spills in golden rays through the tall windows, catching on the polished wood of the pews, the delicate floral arrangements lining the aisle, and the beaming faces of friends and family.

But none of that matters, not really. Your eyes find him instantly.

Joe stands at the end of the aisle, a picture of calm and quiet strength in his charcoal gray suit. His hands are clasped in front of him, but even from here, you can see his fingers fidgeting just slightly. His lips are curved in a soft smile, but his eyes—those clear blue eyes—are what hold you. They shine with an emotion so raw, so overwhelming, that it catches in your throat.

And then, just as you take your first step forward, you see it. His smile falters for a second, his jaw tightens, and he blinks rapidly, a single tear slipping free and tracing a line down his cheek. You feel your own breath hitch, your chest tight with a swell of love so profound it feels like it could lift you off the ground.

Your father tightens his hold on your arm, his silent support grounding you. Together, you walk down the aisle, each step measured and deliberate, as if savoring every second leading up to this moment. The murmurs of the crowd fade, the music becomes a soft, distant melody, and it’s just you and Joe, two halves of a whole, moving closer with every heartbeat.

When you finally reach him, your father gently lifts your veil, pressing a kiss to your temple. He steps back, his eyes glassy, and places your hand in Joe’s. The warmth of Joe’s touch sends a comforting rush through you, anchoring you in the present.

The officiant begins, his voice calm and steady, weaving words of love and commitment. But it’s hard to focus on anything beyond Joe—his steady breathing, the way his thumb brushes over the back of your hand, the way he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world.

Then, it’s time for the vows.

Joe goes first. He clears his throat, his fingers tightening around yours as he begins.

“I was sixteen when I first knew I wanted to spend my life with you. You were standing in the bleachers, cheering me on like you always do, and I remember thinking that nothing else mattered as long as I could keep seeing that smile.”

His voice catches slightly, and he pauses, taking a steadying breath. “You’ve been my biggest supporter, my best friend, my home. Through every victory and every loss, you’ve been there, steady and unwavering. Today, I promise to be that for you. I promise to love you unconditionally, to stand by your side in every challenge and every joy, to be your partner in all things. You’ve given me a life I never dreamed possible, and I will spend everyday making sure you know how deeply you are loved.”

You’re barely holding it together by the time he finishes. Your heart is a mess of emotions, tears pooling in your eyes, but you manage a small, watery smile.

It’s your turn. You squeeze Joe’s hand lightly, drawing strength from his steady presence as you begin.

“Joe, from the moment we met, you’ve been my safe place. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst, and through it all, you’ve loved me without hesitation. You’ve shown me what it means to be truly known and deeply loved.”

Your voice wavers, and you pause for a moment, blinking back tears. “You’ve given me so much—your love, your dreams, your heart—and today, I vow to give you all of me. I promise to stand by your side through every adventure, every challenge, and every quiet, ordinary day. I promise to support your dreams, to cheer you on, to be your rock, your home, your everything. You are my greatest love, my greatest joy, and I can’t wait to build a life with you.”

The silence that follows is filled with the quiet rustle of tissues and soft sniffles from the crowd. Joe’s eyes glisten, and his grip on your hands tightens ever so slightly, as if to say I’m here, always.

The officiant smiles warmly. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Joe, you may kiss your bride.”

Time seems to slow as Joe steps closer, his hands coming up to gently frame your face. His touch is tender, reverent, as if he’s holding the most precious thing in the world. He leans in, and when his lips meet yours, it’s like the world tilts on its axis. The kiss is soft, unhurried, a perfect melding of love and promise, and the crowd erupts in cheers and applause around you.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads rest together, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, basking in the glow of a love that feels infinite.

“Hi, Mrs. Burrow,” Joe whispers, his voice filled with a mix of awe and joy.

You laugh softly, your heart full. “Hi, Mr. Burrow.”

As the applause swells around you, Joe flashes that signature grin—the one that’s a little mischievous, a little playful, and entirely him. Before you can register what’s happening, he scoops you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other around your back.

A collective cheer erupts from the crowd, and you let out a surprised laugh, your hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“Joe!” you exclaim, your face flushing with joy and a hint of embarrassment. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying my bride into forever,” he says, his voice low and warm, eyes sparkling with pride and love. “Figured I’d start now.”

The guests eat it up, laughter and whoops echoing throughout the grand hall. Your bridesmaids are clapping and cheering, Maisie yelling, “That’s right, Joe! Set the standard high!” Jamarr, Joe’s best man, is laughing so hard he’s doubled over, while the rest of the groomsmen slap each other on the back.

Joe walks down the aisle, steady and sure, carrying you like you weigh nothing, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. The light from the chandeliers above casts a golden glow on the scene, making everything feel almost dreamlike.

You lean in close, your forehead brushing against his temple. “You know you’re setting a pretty high bar for the rest of the night,” you murmur, your lips curling into a soft smile.

He glances down at you, his grin widening. “Good. I want this day to be perfect, just like you.”

You feel your heart swell, your chest tight with emotion. How did you get so lucky? To have this man—this steadfast, loving, utterly wonderful man—as your partner for life feels almost too good to be true.

As you reach the end of the aisle, Joe gently sets you down, but not before placing a lingering kiss on your forehead. The two of you stand there for a moment, hand in hand, soaking in the love and energy radiating from your friends and family.

The officiant steps forward, raising his hands to quiet the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great honor to present to you, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Burrow!”

The applause erupts once more, and this time it feels like the sound of a thousand well-wishes, all wrapped up in joy and celebration. You and Joe raise your joined hands in triumph, sharing a laugh as you begin your walk—together—toward the next chapter of your lives.

But Joe, ever the showman, has one more trick up his sleeve. Just before you step out of the grand hall, he pauses, turns to face the crowd, and dips you dramatically, pressing a quick, playful kiss to your lips. The guests erupt in laughter and cheers, and you can’t help but laugh with them.

“Always gotta go out with a bang,” he whispers as he pulls you upright again.

“You’re impossible,” you reply, but your eyes are shining with love.

“And you’re mine,” he says simply, guiding you toward the door, where a new adventure awaits.

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The reception hall is bathed in a soft, romantic glow, the kind that makes everything feel like a scene out of a dream. Fairy lights are strung across the ceiling, casting a warm shimmer over the room, while candles flicker on every table, their golden light reflected in the delicate crystal glasses and polished silverware. The gentle hum of laughter and conversation fills the air, mingling with the soft clinking of glasses.

But now, the room falls quiet. The band begins to play the familiar, soulful opening chords of Tennessee Whiskey, and a hush settles over the crowd. All eyes are on you and Joe as he takes your hand, his touch warm and steady. The two of you step onto the dance floor, the world around you fading away until it’s just the two of you and the music.

Joe pulls you close, his hand settling at the small of your back, while your free hand rests lightly on his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath your fingertips, a grounding rhythm that anchors you in the moment. He leans in, his forehead brushing against yours, and you can feel the soft, slow exhale of his breath.

The lyrics begin, the singer’s rich, velvety voice filling the room.

“Used to spend my nights out in a barroom…”

Joe’s voice is low, almost a whisper. “This is it,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours. “Our first dance as husband and wife.”

You smile, your throat tight with emotion. “I can’t believe we’re here,” you reply softly. “It feels like a dream.”

He tilts his head slightly, his lips quirking into that familiar, heart-melting grin. “If it is, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

The two of you begin to sway, the movement slow and intimate, as if the music is a secret meant only for you. His hand tightens slightly at your back, pulling you just a bit closer, and you let yourself melt into him, your head resting against his chest. The deep timbre of his voice as he hums along to the song vibrates through you, a comforting resonance that feels like home.

“But when you poured out your heart, I didn’t waste it…”

The lyrics seem to speak directly to your souls, each word a reflection of the journey that’s brought you to this moment. From high school hallways and Friday night lights to the bright glare of championship stadiums, every step has been a testament to the love you share, a love that’s only grown stronger with time.

As the chorus swells, you lift your head to look at him, your eyes meeting his. Joe’s gaze is soft but intense, filled with an unspoken promise, a silent declaration of just how much you mean to him. His hand moves from your back to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear that’s escaped down your cheek.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, his voice full of tenderness.

You nod, your smile trembling. “I’m just… so happy.”

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Me too,” he murmurs, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls back. “More than I can ever say.”

Around you, the room fades into a blur of soft light and smiling faces, but you barely notice. You’re lost in the moment, in the feel of his arms around you, in the weight of everything this dance represents. Every twirl, every step feels like a promise: of love, of partnership, of a future filled with shared dreams and unwavering support.

“You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey…”

The song reaches its final chorus, the music swelling with a quiet power that mirrors the emotions building in your chest. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the melody wash over you, and when you open them, Joe is still watching you, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I love you,” he says, his voice barely audible over the music but carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat.

As the final notes of the song fade into the air, Joe twirls you gently one last time before pulling you back into his arms. The room erupts in applause, but it feels distant, like the sound of waves crashing far off on the shore. All you can focus on is him, the love in his eyes, and the way his arms feel like the safest place in the world.

For a moment, the two of you stand there, holding each other as the world moves around you, and you know, without a doubt, that this is just the beginning of a lifetime of dances, each one more beautiful than the last.

The first dance gives way to the gentle hum of conversation and the soft clinking of cutlery. Dinner is served: a beautifully plated meal that looks almost too good to eat. Almost. You and Joe laugh as he insists on stealing a bite from your plate, claiming, “What’s yours is mine, right?” You retaliate by snagging a forkful of his mashed potatoes, and soon the two of you are sharing more food than you expected, all while sneaking adoring glances at each other.

As the last plates are cleared and the sound of laughter echoes from every table, the evening’s next act begins. Joe’s best man, Ja’Marr, stands and taps his champagne glass, the sharp ting ting ting drawing everyone’s attention.

“Alright, alright, listen up!” Ja’Marr’s grin is wide, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he adjusts his tie. “First off, I want to say how honored I am to stand here as Joe’s best man. It’s a big job, but hey, someone’s gotta keep this guy in line, right?”

Laughter ripples through the room, and Joe shakes his head with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair with an easy confidence.

Ja’Marr continues, his tone light but sincere. “Joe and I have been through a lot together. We’ve shared victories, defeats, endless practices, and even more late-night fast food runs than I care to admit. But what’s always stood out about Joe is his drive—not just on the field but in every part of his life. And that includes how he loves Y/N.”

He pauses, his expression softening as he looks at you. “Y/N, I gotta tell you, this guy…he’s been head over heels for you since day one. You’ve been his biggest cheerleader, his rock, and the love of his life. And if anyone ever doubted how much he loves you, well, they weren’t around for that time he turned down a post-game party just to FaceTime you for three hours.”

The crowd bursts into laughter, and you cover your face, laughing as Joe groans, muttering, “Thanks, Ja’Marr.”

“But seriously,” Ja’Marr adds, his tone shifting to something deeper, “what you two have is rare. It’s the kind of love that inspires everyone around you, and I’m lucky to witness it up close. Here’s to a lifetime of happiness, love, and, knowing Joe, a whole lot of competitive board games.”

He raises his glass. “To Joe and Y/N!”

“To Joe and Y/N!” the guests echo, glasses clinking and laughter bubbling up once again.

Next, Maisie rises, her expression a mix of excitement and nerves. She smooths down her dress and clears her throat, giving you a wink.

“Okay, I’m not great at public speaking, but for my best friend, I’ll give it a shot,” Maisie begins, her voice warm and steady. “Y/N and I have been friends since middle school, back when braces and awkward school dances were our biggest worries. From the moment we met, I knew she was someone special—kind, fiercely loyal, and with a laugh that could brighten anyone’s day.”

Maisie pauses, her eyes glimmering with fondness. “And then Joe came along. At first, I was skeptical—football star, all the confidence in the world. I thought, ‘Great, here comes the cliché.’” She smirks, and the guests laugh knowingly. “But then I saw the way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the room. And it wasn’t long before I realized he wasn’t just the star quarterback. He was the guy who would drive hours just to surprise her, who’d send her good morning texts every single day, and who always made her laugh, even when she didn’t feel like smiling.”

Maisie’s voice catches slightly, and she takes a moment to compose herself. “Joe, you’ve made my best friend so incredibly happy, and for that, I’ll always be grateful. And Y/N…you’ve found the kind of love people write songs about, the kind that lasts a lifetime.”

She raises her glass, her smile radiant. “To Joe and Y/N, and to a love that’s as smooth as Tennessee whiskey.”

The room erupts into cheers and applause, and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Joe squeezes your hand under the table, his thumb brushing against your skin in a silent gesture of love and reassurance.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

summary — your new to the whole 'sex' thing and when your cousin's hen party strolls into a sex store, life gets a whole new meaning - storeclerk!rhea au. pt.2

warnings — smut, inexperienced!reader/experienced!rhea, oral, fingering. men/minors dni

wc — 9.2k?

an - the long awaited part 2! sorry it's taken so long guys!

"so you're the girl rhea's been tellin' us about," the tall boy smirked at you from behind the counter.

"shut up, damian," rhea slapped his arm as a blush came to her own cheeks, making you giggle again. you extended your hand to him, unsurprised at his rough handshake.

"damian." he smiled.

"nice to meet you."

"bout time you bagged a nice girl, hermosa," he elbowed the girl next to him as she clocked out on the computer.

"oh my god, please stop talking," she shook her head in embarrassment before rounding the counter with her things, smiling at you, "you ready?"

you nodded eagerly and followed her out of the store and down the sidewalk, curious as to which bar you would end up going to. each one was slightly different, but for the most part, they were all the same from what she remembered from ariana's bachelorette party.

"any specific bar you wanted to go to?" rhea asked as you made your way down the sidewalk.

"not really. i didn't particularly enjoy any of them last weekend," you admitted honestly.

"how come?"

"it's just not really fun being the responsible one in a group of drunk bridesmaids that you don't even consider as friends," you shrugged with a sigh.

"well, there's one up here that's my favorite. i'm gonna make sure you have a good time tonight, okay?" rhea smirked, "i owe it to you after my creepy approach to asking you out."

"yo be fair, i came back to the store earlier this week cause i wanted to see you, so… i guess we both have a few stalker-ish tendencies," you blushed furiously at your confession.

"at least i'm not the only creepy one," rhea chuckled before grabbing onto your elbow, pulling you to the side, "whoa, watch out."

you yelped a little when you were tugged, but rhea had saved you from walking straight through a puddle of vomit. "ugh gross. thanks," you turned to face her with a grateful smile, a chill running down your spine when the taller girl's hand trailed from your elbow down your forearm until your hands were woven together.

"no problem," rhea smirked, hiding her small victorious grin from you. god bless whatever wasted person stumbled out of that bar. "it's not too much farther."

"okay," you smiled with a shaky breath. only you would be this nervous about holding hands with a girl. it wasn't a big deal. rhea didn't seem to think it was, since she just kept her eyes straight ahead and didn't seem to be having an internal freak out. but if it wasn't a big deal, why was your heart beating a mile a minute?

before you knew it, your hand was empty as rhea opened the door for you, a gracious smile on her face as she ushered you in first.

"thank you," you grinned shyly, stepping into the dimly lit bar. the music wasn't too loud and it wasn't too crowded. but you waited for rhea's lead. your hand itched to be in hers again, and like the mind-reader you were sure she was, rhea took your hand to lead you over to the row of bar stools. you sat down in one carefully, straightening your back and crossing one leg over the other as rhea flagged down the bartender, giving you time to glance up at the chalkboard menu on the back wall. you weren't sure what was going to happen tonight, but you didn't want to get too drunk. you just wanted to loosen up a little.

"hey, rhea," the bartender greeted her when he came over, wiping down the space in front of them, "the usual?"

"the usual for me," she nodded with a smile before turning to you, "see something you wanna get?"

"um, can i just get something small where you can't really taste the alcohol, please?" you smiled, a bit embarrassed. you didn't mind drinking, you were just picky. not to mention alcoholism ran in your family. the bartender nodded and walked away after checking your id, leaving the two of you in your own little world. "so… you come here enough to have a usual?" you laughed nervously as you turned your head to face the dark-haired woman beside you.

"i work here, actually," rhea chuckled, "only every now and then when they need the extra help, though." she watched as you nodded and traced your fingertip along the marble wooden counter nervously, placing your hand up on the surface beside rhea's. "did you have class today?"

"just a morning class," you shrugged.

"do you go to nyu?" you nodded, "what are you studying?"

"psychology. with a minor in child development."

"do you wanna be a child psychologist or something?"

"exactly that," you nodded.

"that's so cool.iI don't think i could handle that. i don't mind listening to people vent, but trying to help them through their problems… just seems like too much responsibility for me. especially for kids. what made you wanna do that?"

"you know that saying 'be the person you needed when you were younger'?" rhea nodded, "i saw that quote somewhere online when i was in high school, still wondering what i wanted to do for college. and the whole child psychology thing just… clicked, i guess. i feel like it would be a very rewarding career."

"yeah, totally. it takes a special kind of person to wanna devote their life to helping kids," rhea subtly ran her pinky along the side of your hand.

your breath caught in your throat as a shiver ran down her spine. "are you in college?" you asked, your voice breaking a bit with nerves, watching as rhea shook her head.

"nah. the whole college thing never seemed right for me. it's way out of my budget, and what i wanna do doesn't really require a degree anyways," she chuckled, thanking the man behind the bar when he dropped off their drinks.

"any idea what this is?" you asked her, looking at the fruity looking drink in the old fashioned glass.

"looks like a vodka sunrise. literally just orange juice and grenadine with a little vodka. it's not strong at all," she shook her head, watching as you swirled it around with her straw before taking a sip, "good?"

"really good, actually. Sorry, i'm kind of picky when it comes to drinks. i'm not a big fan of the taste of alcohol," you smiled, resting your head in your hand.

"i don't judge," rhea chuckled, sipping at her beer.

"so you just work, then?" you cleared your throat, getting back into their conversation.

"pretty much. i do a bit of freelance photography every now and then. weddings, concerts, senior photoshoots, that kind of thing."

"that must be fun. you must be really good if people trust you enough to take pictures of their weddings," you sipped at your drink again, "what's your favorite thing to take pictures of?"

"depends on my mood, i guess. sometimes i just feel like going to the roof of my apartment and taking pictures of the skyline at sunset. i love working with people and letting them be models for a few hours. but weddings are probably my favorite," rhea smiled, picking up her drink and standing up from her stool, gesturing for you to follow.

"why do you say that?" you asked, following her to a table along the wall towards the back corner, slipping into the booth seat beside her.

"i dunno. i haven't really thought about it, honestly. It's probably just the environment. there's just something about weddings and capturing the look on a guy's face when he sees his fiancée start walking down the aisle, or photographing a first dance…. ugh, it just gives me that warm fuzzy feeling, y'know?"

you nodded as that exact same warm fuzzy feeling took over you. maybe it was the alcohol going to your head already. maybe it was the look on rhea's face when she talked so passionately about her hobby.

"but what about you? what do you like to do when you're not at school?"

you blushed as the attention was put back on you, trying to think of what you did in your free time. "i like to draw, i guess. i'm not that great at it, but i enjoy it."

"i'm sure you're amazing," rhea grinned, "do you have pictures of anything you've drawn?"

biting your lip, you nodded and reached for your phone, scrolling through your camera roll for one of the things you'd drawn recently. it was a copy of the portrait of yourself and your mother, taken a few nights before she'd died. you never really shared your art with anyone, but despite your nervousness, you felt comfortable with rhea. pursing your lips into a tight line, you handed your phone over to her, sitting anxiously in your seat as you waited on her reaction.

"holy shit, you drew this?" rhea gaped, glancing between you and the phone, "you didn't trace this or anything?"

"all freehand," you blushed.

"who's the woman? she's cute," rhea chuckled, zooming in on the details.

"that's my mother."

"I see where you get your good looks from," she smirked, making your blush turn a deeper shade of pink.

you wanted to tell her about your mom, about what had happened to her back in high school nearly ten years ago. but the last thing you wanted to do was put a damper on the night like that. you felt awkward enough already.

"you're really talented. that's amazing. if you hadn't told me it was a drawing, i would have thought it was a black and white photo at first glance," rhea chuckled, handing your phone back to you.

"thank you… do you have any of your photos on your phone?"

"all my best work is on my blog," rhea shook her head. "but…that one on the wall right over there," she pointed across the bar to a large framed photograph of the blue boat house, the sun setting behind it. "i took that."

"that's beautiful," you smiled, looking at the photo.

"i guess you could say i've got an eye for beauty," she shrugged with a slight smile, placing her hand gently on top of yours.

you swallowed thickly, slowly turning to face the confident woman beside you. you tried to think of something, anything to say back to her, but everything you could think of made you cringe internally. flirting wasn't exactly your forte. defeated, you just breathed a bit of a laugh and took another sip of your drink with your free hand, trying to ignore how heavily your heart was beating.

"you're not used to compliments, huh?" rhea chuckled, somehow making you feel more comfortable and nervous at the same time.

scrunching your face up uncomfortably, you lowered your shoulders with a deep breath, shaking your head. "i get them, i've just…always had a hard time believing them, i guess," you bit your lip, meeting blue eyes with your own.

"well, believe me," rhea squeezed your hand on top of hers, "it's not just some dumb pick-up line. you're a beautiful girl. fuck whoever made that hard for you to believe."

you felt like water was flooding in your ears as you stared at the serious but gentle look on rhea's face. you found no trace of insincerity in her eyes. "thank you. i think you are, too," you whispered, barely audible over the music and buzz of voices from the surrounding people. rhea squeezed the top of your hand again before leaning back against the booth, propping up her elbow and leaning her head against her hand.

"so tell me more about yourself," she smirked, sipping her beer.

"what do you want to know?"

"something that no one else knows," rhea grinned in a way that sent a chill down your spine, but in a very good way.

you had to think about that one. there were a lot of things about yourself that no one else knew. no one knew you were gay. if they did, they never brought it up to you. no one knew that you were the one who lost your pet hamster when you were eight. no one knew that the boy you dated for five months in high school used to make you feel miserable and ugly every day until you had the guts to break up with him. there were plenty of things you could choose from.

"you were right," you muttered quietly, sipping the last of your drink through your straw, "earlier when you called me a newbie."

"that doesn't count, i already pegged you for someone who hadn't been tied up before," rhea laughed, keeping her voice at a respectably low volume.

"no, i mean, i'm new to…everything."

rhea's brows furrowed in confusion until realization noticeably dawned on her. "wait , are you saying you're a virgin?" she seemed so shocked.

your face scrunched up a bit at that word. the group of girls you called your friends had tormented you with it for so long.

"don't be such a virgin," harper would tease you for not wanting to go out clubbing in high school. she always claimed that it was meant in a loving, joking way. but you always hated it, joking or not. the jokes stopped when you snapped, telling the raven-haired girl, your dreaded ex took your virginity back in high school before he moved back to adelaide with his family. and while you had hoped that the lie would keep harper off your back, she just found new ways to make you the butt of every joke within their inner circle.

"i guess so," you nodded as your eyes shined with tears of embarrassment, keeping them at bay.

"hey, it's not a big deal," rhea scooted closer to you on the bench, placing a hand on your shoulder, "i promise. i was just planning on going with the flow tonight. if something happens, cool. if it doesn't, it's not gonna make me lose interest in you. okay?" she watched with her heart clenched as you quickly wiped a tear from your cheek, nodding.

you stared at the empty glass in front of you and took a shaky breath. thankfully with the bit of alcohol in you, you were calm enough to not be completely embarrassed. but you felt all your worries melt away when rhea wrapped her arms around you in a tight, reassuring hug. you stiffened at first, not used to the affection, but you felt yourself not wanting to let go when you hugged her back. you didn't know what it was about rhea, but you felt like she could tell her anything. the woman was just so naturally approachable, you felt like you'd known her all your life and you could trust her with anything. all this time, you had been waiting for the right person. the right woman. and now here she was right in front of you, holding your hand and rubbing your back, bringing you the comfort you'd always craved. and you found yourself craving more and more.

pulling back, you looked into the warm blue eyes you were already so fond of, shivering as rhea grazed a thumb delicately over your cheek. your jaw slacked, causing your lips to part slightly as you took in the look on rhea's face. you couldn't even describe it. but under her gaze, you felt warmth spread through your body. a warmth that you could curl into, safe and happy for the rest of your life. comfort wasn't something you felt often, but you felt comfortable here with the tattooed, dark haired girl you barely knew.

but regardless of how content you felt in this moment, you still surprised yourself when she leaned in to kiss the pillowy pink lips that looked like they tasted like strawberry candy. a mousy whimper escaped you as you pushed yourself closer, needing to be closer to rhea. the woman's polished fingernails lightly scratched at your lower back under her blouse, pulling you in. you couldn't be bothered to think about anyone else in the bar right now. as far as you were concerned, you were the only ones there. running solely on instinct, you hooked a hand around the back of her neck, gently scratching at the shaved underside of rhea's hair, keeping her close until you had no choice but to pull back for air. you gasped for breath and swallowed thickly, a blush coming to your cheeks as a smirk spread to rhea's.

they sat in silence for a few moments. a stunned silence on your part. you shivered as rhea's nimble fingers tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear, trailing her fingers along the sharp line of your jaw to your chin to lift it gently. "what's on your mind, angel?"

licking your lips, you glanced down at her denim-clad lap where rhea's hand rested on your thigh, lightly playing with the frayed strands from the holes that had been manufactured into the fabric. she had a tattoo of the grim reaper on her forearm, drawn on and shaded like something from your own sketchbook. you ran your own finger against it, tracing the faded outline as she thought of what to say. what was on her mind?

"i want to… with you," you stammered quietly, biting your lip hard as you tried not to cringe at your own words. but you watched as rhea's smile grew as her hands grabbed hold of yours gently, running her thumbs over her knuckles.

"you wanna get out of here, then?" she smirked, the tone of her voice sending another chill down your spine as you nodded eagerly.

your lips were met with rhea's once more before you were being gently helped onto your feet, your hand tightly in the taller girl's safe grip. your mind was racing and you felt like you were floating in water, liquid clogging your ears as you felt light and you She remembered watching rhea talk briefly with her friend behind the counter. you remembered sitting under the florescent lights on the train, kissing the dark-haired girl shyly as pale fingers ran through your hair. you remembered key points, but it was mainly a blur between the bar and where you were now, standing in the middle of rhea's dimly lit bedroom, hands fumbling with the buckle of her studded belt.

your breathing was heavy as the dark haired girl backed you up towards the bed, lowering you down against the soft mattress. it smelled like a comforting mix of detergent and whatever perfume rhea wore. If you weren't busy tossing rhea's belt off the edge of the bed right now, you wouldn't have minded curling up in the warm softness of the comforter.

rhea's lips moved fervently against your own, leaving you breathless and pinned beneath her. a slight whimper came from your throat as the soft lips you were quickly becoming obsessed with trailed down to your jaw, nipping at your earlobe. your face was buried in the thick mane of dark hair as you felt yourself being shifted up towards the head of the bed. rhea had one hand hooked under the bend of your knee, gently easing you up the mattress until your head was rested against the pillows by the wall.

"rhea," you gasped, your voice needy and wanton before you were silenced with a gentle kiss, pale fingers cupping the side of your face. they were warm but felt cool against your hot, flushed skin. you kissed her hard, trying to release any and all apprehensions you were feeling. "please," you whined against rhea's lips, arching your back against her chest.

"please what?" you could tell she was grinning so smugly into the kiss.

"w-want- hmm," you hummed breathily, catching rhea's lips in yours again, unable to get enough.

"tell me what you want, angel," rhea tore her smirking lips away, attaching them to your neck again, kissing a hot, aimless trail against your throat.

"y-you," you gasped, lightheaded and breathless as you whimpered in her ear.

rhea continued the mind-numbing assault on your neck, scraping her teeth against your pulse point before soothing over the skin with her tongue, sending a shiver down your spine. she sat up carefully, straddling your thighs as she brought you up with her. chests flush against each other as rhea took your hands in her own, lacing your fingers together, just squeezing them reassuringly as she stared down into your dark, lust-filled eyes. the pink blush on your cheeks turned a deeper, rosy shade as you averted your eyes and flicked your tongue shyly over your lips.

"it's okay to be nervous you know," she whispered, untangling her fingers from yours to cup your cheeks again, brushing your lips together softly, "you call the shots, okay? i'll do my thing, you just do what feels right to you. but if you want me to stop, tell me to. I promise, it's okay."

you flicked your eyes back up to rhea's, seeing the genuine concern and sincerity in the deep blue orbs. uou barely knew this woman, but you felt like you could trust her with anything. she wouldn't laugh at you or make you feel like nothing. in fact, she felt like rhea had the ability to make you feel everything that your ex never could. all the pain and heartache he put you through, rhea would make you feel just the opposite.

as confident as you were trying to feel, you must have still worn apprehension on you face since rhea cupped your cheeks reassuringly again, grazing her thumbs over the soft, flushed skin before pressing a kiss to your lips once more. "i've got you, okay? you can trust me," she whispered, making your heart flutter in your chest. you'd heard the promise of trust from many people, and not one person, besides your mother, has kept their promise. but you could just feel that rhea would be the exception. you felt it in the way she looked at you and touched you.

"okay," you whispered, nodding slightly before you felt rhea's lips on yours again. you didn't think you would ever get over that feeling, not that you wanted to. "i trust you," you murmured against her lips, your heartbeat picking up speed as rhea took your hands again, guiding them to the hem of her loose tank top before letting go so you could take the reins. with a deep breath, you gripped onto the frayed hem of the tank top, lifting it up slowly as rhea pulled back and raised her arms so you could ease the shirt over her head. you already felt so overwhelmed as you took in the sight of the smooth tattoed skin than had been hiding under the loose cotton material. the lacy black bralette she had on left little to the imagination, but you just knew that once it was off, you would be left breathless once again.

"can i take this off?" the dark haired girl kissed you again, whispering in reference to the guns n' rose shirt you had on. but she made no effort to remove it after a quick nod from you. "this is only gonna work if you're verbal and honest with me, angel," she kissed you again before pulling back to look into your eyes. she tugged gently on the frayed edges, toying with the ends teasingly as she asked again, "can i take this off?"

"y-yes," you nodded again, leaning up to kiss her. your hands roamed curiously along the soft skin of rhea's sides and back as she grabbed the ends of the tank top , pushing it gently off your shoulders. you bent your neck back as the dark-haired girl sat up higher on her knees, giving herself some height over you.

rhea grazed her lips against your jaw, leaving no inch of skin untouched as she took her time memorizing the feeling of your skin against hers. she thought it was cute that the consistent blush on your face seemed to spread to the rest of your body as far as she could see, the pink contrasting with the white lace bra that would have otherwise blended with your skin.

bravely, you ran your fingers up rhea's front from the waistband of her jeans to her breasts, smirking a bit at the feeling of goosebumps rising under your touch. either rhea had sensitive skin or you really had the power to make this girl shiver. either way, you were feeling a little cocky as you pressed your hands more firmly against her chest, your fingertips toying at the edge of the lacy material as you palmed at the full breasts beneath.

"mmm, fuck," rhea grunted, deepening the already heated kiss, gliding her tongue against yours. you couldn't help but giggle, your lips curling up into a smile as you fiddled with the little plastic clasp between rhea's breasts. as confident as you had been feeling, you hesitated, pulling back from the kiss to duck your head so you could see what you were doing. "you can take it off, angel. i know you want to," the taller girl teased, flicking her tongue over your lips as you took the moment to catch her breath.

you bit your lip shyly, undoing the clasp with trembling fingers and removing the bralette with rhea's help. your teeth sank into your lip harder as you gazed over her breasts, swallowing hard. you found yourself at a loss for what to do, but rhea the mind reader took her hands in hers, guiding them back to where they had been before, pressed back against her chest. your heart pounded as you kneaded at them, getting used to the feeling of them in your hands as rhea lulled her head back with a hum of pleasure, boosting your confidence as you explored her body.

"y-you can take mine off, too," you mumbled quietly, just above a whisper, "if you want."

"do you want me to?" rhea lowered herself back to sit on your thighs again, her fingertips already teasing up and down her back near the back clasp of your bra. she smirked when you just nodded, leaning in to kiss her before resting your forehead against hers. "tell me to do it, baby. you call the shots, remember?"

your breath hitched in your throat as your jaw slacked, breathing heavily against rhea's lips that were so close and yet so far. "take it off…please," you whispered, tightening ypur hold on rhea's breasts as if you needed leverage.

"good girl," rhea smirked, her words doing something to you that she'd never felt before. it made you lose your breath and fogged your already cloudy mind as you let out the tiniest whimper, feeling rhea smirk into the kiss she planted on your lips. skilled, nimble fingers trailed tantalizingly slow up your back to where your bra rested against your skin, and before you knew it, you were helping ease the material off, leaving you just as exposed as rhea.

you lost your breath at the feeling of skin against skin. you rarely had physical contact with anyone even with clothes on, and this had you feeling like you were already having a sensory overload. it was comforting , but it sent a chill through you as you found yourself getting more aroused by the second.

rhea eased you down onto the mattress again, kissing from your lips to your neck, slowly and teasingly making her way down to your collarbone. your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. but every kiss and teasing lick rhea placed on your hot skin had you losing it all over again. your hands moved from her perfect, tattooed chest to tangle in the mane of black that was hovering over her chest, tugging gently as she scratched at her scalp.

"fuck, you're gorgeous," rhea grunted, reacting positively to your fingers in her hair as she kissed down the valley between your breasts. ahe teased you with a smirk, trailing her lips up the curves, avoiding the sensitive skin of your nipples as you writhed and whimpered weakly beneath her.

"r-rhea," you gasped, bringing a hand down from her hair to cup her cheek, subtly trying to guide her to where you wanted her.

compliant, rhea chuckled low in her throat, nuzzling her nose against the pale pink nipple at the peak of your breast, closing her lips around it. she held onto the sides of your ribs, trying to keep your from writhing, though it was nice to see you squirm in delight. "you like that?" she smirked, pulling at the pink bud with her teeth and letting go so the taut skin could snap back into place.

"y-yeah," you mewled, nodding your head.

"you want more?"

"mhmm," you must have sounded so needy and desperate, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. your body was on fire and rhea was the ice you needed to cool it down. you cried out when the dark haired girl switched to your other breast, the suction of her lips going from gentle to firm as she pinched and toyed with the one she had just finished with. you tossed your head back against the pillows, gasping for air as you felt every suck and nibble against your sensitive skin.

it was over far too soon, and it took everything you had not to whimper in disappointment as rhea moved her lips back up to yours. you kissed her hard, needy and wanting for more from the aficionado hovering over you. "how you feeling?" rhea whispered, gingerly tucking frizzed out hair behind your ear, gazing down at you affectionately.

"really good," you panted, looking up into the beautiful eyes that were staring down into yours. reaching up, you cupped her face softly, bringing her down for a tender kiss. you were sure that you would never get sick of kissing rhea.

"mm, good," her voice was low and raspy, sending a jolt of electricity to your core as your hips jerked up involuntarily. "think you can handle more?" you bit your lip anxiously, nodding your head with doe eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts. it made rhea's own heart clench before she leaned down to kiss you again. and the kisses didn't stop there. she left chaste pecks and slow, affectionate kisses all over your neck once again leaving no inch of skin unappreciated before she moved down to your chest. she teased at your breasts again, leaving teasing bites and soothing licks on the perky pink buds on her way down.

rhea was no stranger to sex, obviously. she had a natural charisma about her that made it rather obvious that she was a girl with experience. she'd be the first to admit that she had several trysts in the past. she'd taken the virginities of several women, but she'd never felt anything like this with any of them. rhea could play a woman's body like a fiddle, but she found herself caring more about learning your body. figuring out every little thing that made you twitch with need while memorizing every freckle and birth mark on your pastel skin. it was a new feeling and she would be lying if she said it didn't scare her. but she made a promise to you, and she had never been the type to break a promise.

kissing a fiery trail down your torso, rhea eased her way down the bed, her body nestled comfortably between your thighs as she flicked her tongue teasingly into the dip of your belly button, chuckling at the reaction she got. she could feel the your abdominal muscles trembling and clenching with each kiss that she pressed along the waistband of your jeans.

"hey, look at me," she whispered, reaching for one of your hands, tugging gently to get your attention. she stilled her movements until you werre perched up on your elbows, glancing down at her curiously. "tell me if I'm going too fast, okay?"

your eyes shimmered with a glint of adoration as you nodded, biting down on your lip when rhea's skilled fingers reached for the button of your jeans and popped it open. "okay," you whispered, nodding and flicking your tongue over your lips. you could feel your mouth going dry.

with a nod in return, rhea placed a slow kiss to the heated skin below the button of your jeans, teasingly dragging her fingertips under the denim until they were hooked into the sides. she tugged at the material tantalizingly slow as you lifted your hips, propping yourself up on shaky legs to give her a hand. if you weren't blushing before, you certainly were now knowing that your arousal was probably embarrassingly obvious through your white cotton panties.

sitting up, rhea slowly peeled the skin-tight jeans off of your slim legs, dropping them over the edge of the bed as she just took in the sight of you, wet and wanting against the plum colored comforter. humming quietly, she ran her fingers up the soft skin of your legs, scratching lightly at your inner thighs as she crept closer to your aching center. she could practically feel the heat radiating from your core, and she'd be lying if she said it didn't leave her mouth watering. you shivered under her touch when rhea walked her fingers from your inner thigh to the waistband of your underwear. she purposefully avoided your center, giggling when you whined and arched her hips up.

"somethin' you want?" she smirked, rubbing her palm over your flat, quivering stomach.

"stop teasing me, p-please," your brows knit together as you whimpered, arching up again, wanting to feel rhea's touch in the one place you hadn't yet.

"i'm just taking my time with you," the dark haired girl smirked, feigning innocence.

"yeah right," you panted, a light chuckle coming from your lips as you propped yourself up on your elbows again.

rhea leaned over you, placing herself between your thighs once again before placing a slow, sensual kiss to your lips, easing you back down onto the comforter. lips tied together in a string of searing kisses as rhea ran her hand up and down your bare side, keeping herself propped up with the other. she traced the lines of your ribs and kneaded at your breast before slowly massaging her way down your torso once more. you held her face in your trembling fingers, sliding your tongue against hers as rhea gave her warm shivers all over.

it seemed like an eternity to you, waiting for rhea's fingers to finally reach the apex of your thighs. and when they did, it was well worth the wait. even through the damp cotton of your panties, you felt like you could come right then and there. your body was on fire and you knew that rhea was only just beginning. it was only the first touch and you had no idea what was in store.

"rhea," you mewled against her lips, your jaw dropping with a gasp as the taller girl palmed your center, giving you the friction you desperately needed. your hips bucked up to meet her touch as she cupped you through the ruined fabric, the heel of her palm rubbing just right against your throbbing clit.

"you're so wet already," rhea hummed, smirking against your lips as she noticed the material dampen even further at her words. meanwhile, you just whimpered into the feverish kiss a blush of embarrassment took over your face once more.

tearing her lips from yours, she slid her tongue along your hot skin, the air conditioning making you shiver as rhea made her descent down your body again. she did as she had with your jeans, kissing a line along the waistband. but while you expected her to take them off next, you were surprised to feel her start to kiss over the pristine white cotton and lace that covered your hips. rhea really knew how to make you feel good and special, even if she was a terrible tease, you appreciated the fact that she was taking her time, going slow with you to warm you up and give you time to adjust. but nothing could prepare you for the jolt of warm electricity that shot through your body when she felt rhea's lips over your clothed clit, lightly sucking through the cotton.

"w-wow," you panted, unconsciously reaching up to grope at your own breasts as the dark haired girl took hold of your legs, bending them up with one draped over her shoulder. your heart was racing more than ever as you felt rhea's hot breath on the warm, wet cotton that covered you.

"god, i can't wait to taste you," rhea whispered, breathing against you as she hooked her finger onto the side of the material, pulling it aside to expose her smooth, rosy pink folds. she couldn't even bring herself to smirk at how you appeared to quiver at her words, only able to focus on trying not to dive right in and devour you until you weren't able to speak. she held herself back, taking her time in leaning in to flick her tongue against your clit, keeping her eyes up to watch your reaction. she held her hands on your hips, keeping you grounded as best she could as your hips jerked up at the sensation.

"this okay?" she whispered, pulling herself away from you only briefly while she waited for an answer, bringing a hand up to rub your clit in circles under her thumb. but you just mewled in response, nodding your head as your heel dug into rhea's shoulder blade. "talk to me, baby, tell me if i should keep going," she mumbled, sitting up on her knees to strip off her own jeans.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to feel embarrassed in how exposed you were. but you couldn't help but close your legs now that rhea wasn't placed between them as if would shield you from potential judgment or embarrassment.

"angel?" rhea's concerned voice sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel her shift up the bed beside you, "hey…baby, look at me." she ran a comforting hand up and down your arm, propping herself up on her elbow, "what's wrong? do you wanna stop?"

"no! no, not at all, it's just…" you trailed off, shaking your head and biting your lip, "embarrassing."

rhea glanced over your face as you averted your eyes, biting her lip before leaning in to kiss you softer than ever before. "you're so fucking beautiful, baby, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. i know it's new and different for you, i totally get that. if you wanna stop or take a break just say the word, okay?" she reached for your chin, holding it gently between her fingers.

"i don't want to stop," you whispered, biting your lip anxiously. your body was still on fire and you were honestly rather upset with yourself for causing this stand-still. "please…"

the dark-haired girl smiled warmly and kissed you again. "i'm gonna take care of you, baby girl, don't you worry," she mumbled against your lips, chuckling at your tiny whimper. she kept her lips on yours, rubbing a hand against your chest before sliding it between your thighs, sliding her fingers through your wet, swollen folds. you shivered as rhea coated her fingers in your arousal, nearly passing out on the spot when the dark haired girl brought those fingers to her lips, sucking the gloss off with a pleased hum that made you weak in the knees.

as if that and the look on rhea's face weren't bad enough, the fact that she leaned in to let you taste yourself on her tongue made you feel like you were floating. your head was spinning with need and you knew it wouldn't stop until you got that release you knew rhea was going to give you.

tearing her lips away, rhea brought her fingers back down to the apex of your thighs as she nipped at your earlobe, chuckling low in her throat as you brought your trembling hands up to cradle one of her breasts bravely. she could feel you getting wetter by the second and she knew she wouldn't last much longer without a proper taste.

with one last slow kiss to your slack lips, rhea laid you back down against the pillows, sliding down your body until she was comfortably nestled between your legs again. she draped one leg over her shoulder again, gently pushing the other one further to the side so the rosy pink flower petals could bloom open before her. her mouth watered as she felt your thighs trembling around her. keeping her eyes on the you above her, she leaned in to flick her tongue lightly against your clit, smirking when her hips bucked. she traced the line of your slit with the tip of her tongue, just barely touching your clit again as you whimpered, trying to squirm through rhea's grip on your hips and thighs.

"r-rhea," you panted, blindly reaching down to grasp one of her hands, feeling like you would float away if you didn't.

"Iive got you, baby, just enjoy," rhea smiled against your folds, placing a gentle reassuring kiss to the spot above your clit before suckling it between her lips. you gasped at the feeling of the sensitive bundle of nerves in rhea's mouth, being laved over by her skilled tongue.

you gripped hard at her hand, your hips rocking into her mouth to the rhythm of rhea's gentle suckling. you were so sensitive, you could feel every bumpy taste bud on her tongue. every breath the dark haired girl took through her nose might as well have been a harsh gust of wind. her tongue lapped at your slit expertly, hot and wet against the your slick skin. "f-fuck," you gasped, raising a hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the moans of pleasure that were escaping you.

"you can be loud, darlin'. tell me how you're feeling," rhea took a hand from her hips to reach up for your arm in an attempt to pull your hand from your mouth, "how are you feeling, baby? am o making you feel good?"

"mmhm," you nodded weakly, your voice sounded so pitiful, "s- so good, i w-want more."

rhea just smirked, sucking your clit between your lips again, a bit more harshly this time. "mmm," she hummed against you, sending vibrations through your body, "good girl." her level of cockiness grew as she tasted the effect of her words, sliding her tongue against your hot, throbbing entrance.

"rhea," you whined, becoming more bold and vocal as the minutes went by, "s-say more things i-like that, p-please." you were practically begging at this point, finding the warm wave of arousal that shot through you at rhea's praise too addicting to deny.

"like what, baby?" the dark haired girl grinned devilishly, bringing a hand up to trace your slit with a fingertip as she kissed around your inner thigh, "like how you're being such a brave girl for me? or how amazing you taste on my tongue?" she held in a chuckle when she felt you shiver as you became impossibly more wet under her touch. "things like that?" she asked, biting her lip as she tickled the underside of your clit with the gentle tip of her finger.

"y-yeah," you nodded, your face twisting in pleasure as you rocked your hips into rhea's simple touch, wanting more. rhea teased your entrance with a single finger sliding it inside only slightly to test the waters as she dragged and flicked her warm tongue against your clit, knowing you were enjoying it. her finger snaked and inched in farther, taking her time so you could adjust. she could feel your walls clenching tightly around the single slim finger, seeming to pull it in more as rhea bit her lip in anticipation. "you feeling good, baby? you want more?" she practically cooed, stroking your inner walls slowly as she placed a second finger at your entrance, not inserting it until she had your permission.

"more p-please," your back arched up desperately, trying to push yourself further against rhea's fingers, "please, rhea. i want more." you never imagined yourself in such a position, and you certainly never imagined yourself being so vocal. but rhea seemed to like it, and god, you loved getting what you wanted. with a high pitched squeal, you bucked your hips up as rhea slid a second finger inside, nearly losing your breath when she curled them up. "th-that feels -ah!" you gasped as the pads of rhea's fingers stroked against a certain spot that had you seeing stars, "oh my god."

rhea relished the sound of your gasps and whimpers, giving herself a mental pat on the back as she felt your arousal leak into her palm from the stimulation on your g-spot. "you're doing so good, baby girl," she whispered, bringing her lips back down to suck your clit into her mouth again, flicking her tongue over the bud quickly as her fingers picked up a bit of speed, "so good."

it was driving you crazy in the best possible way. you felt lightheaded as you tried to control your breathing. but it was hard to control when every flick of rhea's tongue and fingers sent you into overdrive. you weren't sure you were going to last much longer. all you were sure of was that this was so much better than the toy that brought them together in the first place.

propping yourself up on an elbow, your fingers reached down to tangle in the dark strands, raking rhea's hair back so you could watch. you didn't think anything could be better than how the taller girl was making you feel. but to your surprise, the sight of rhea doing what she did so well heightened your pleasure more than you thought possible. just looking into her lustful eyes as she lapped and sucked on your clit had you quaking.

"i want you to come for me. can you do that for me, angel?" rhea asked low in her throat. she kissed soothingly over your thighs, being slow and gentle despite her fingers picking up speed, rubbing against you diligently, "come on, good girl, come for me."

you arched your back again, your hips bucking up into rhea's touch, losing rhythm as rhea sped up. you could feel your own wetness coating your skin, but you couldn't even bring yourself to care or be embarrassed like you normally would be. your breathing became more erratic as your chest heaved. you tried to push yourself further against rhea's expert touch. it was all becoming too much. with rhea's fingers inside you, her kisses and licks against your clit and quivering thighs, her hot breath against you, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"r-rheaa," you whined, writhing into her touch as you felt yourself approaching the edge quickly.

"let it go for me, baby, come on," rhea hummed against you, sucking hard on your clit again.

you tugged at her dark hair, pulling her closer as you finally let go. you released a high-pitched cry, unable to hold back as rhea guided you through your orgasm. your hips jerked wildly as you lost all control of your body. even with rhea's tight grip on you, you felt like you would fly off the bed. you tossed and turned as best you could as you rode out your high, never wanting the feeling to end. your cries and moans turned into pathetic whimpers and sighs as you came down. rhea's fingers slowed to a stop inside you, pulling them out carefully, leaving you feeling empty. but she kept her tongue lapping soothingly against your aching folds, cleaning you up in the most nurturing manner as you twitched uncontrollably.

staring up at the ceiling, you tried your hardest to catch your breath, barely feeling rhea moving around beneath you. your whole body felt like jell-o and you had a feeling that it would be a while before you could even move your legs again. kisses were being placed onto your neck and chin before you knew it and it took what little strength you had left to turn your head enough to catch rhea's arousal-covered lips in your own, kissing her breathlessly.

rhea just smiled against your lips and brought a hand up to the side of your face, gently tucking damp strands of hair behind your ear as she kissed you slowly. "you okay?" she whispered, stroking your cheek with her thumb, tangling her legs with yours as she turned onto her side.

"mmhm," you hummed, swallowing thickly as you curled into rhea's arms, trying to hide your yawn in the curve of her neck and pouting at the chuckle rhea gave you in response, pulling back to look at you, "what?"

"you're cute," the dark haired girl shook her head with a grin, kissing you slowly.

the familiar itch of a blush tickled your cheeks as you hid your face again. you wanted to make rhea feel as good as you just had. you just needed a minute to gain back the feeling in your limbs. but your heart dropped when you felt rhea pulling away from you, getting out of the bed. your anxiety was back, telling you that the girl who just blew you away was going to tell you to leave. biting your lip, you didn't question rhea's actions. you just sat up slowly, awkwardly quiet as you wrapped a nearby blanket around you so you could reach for your clothes, your back turned to rhea so the dark haired girl wouldn't see the embarrassment all over your face.

"what are you doing?" her voice made you flinch a bit, despite how gentle her words were. turning your head, you saw rhea back in her loose tank top, holding a grey t-shirt in her hand as she stood confused at the side of the bed.

"i- i thought you would want me to leave…" you bit your lip, holding the blanket firmly to your chest.

"no, i was just grabbing something for you to sleep in…if you wanted to stay, that is," rhea shook her head, holding out the t-shirt to you. she didn't usually let people sleep over, but you were different. she still wasn't sure how or why, but she knew that she didn't want you to leave so soon.

with a shy smile, you nodded, reaching for the shirt and slipping it over your head, inhaling the scent of rhea that clung to it. "thanks," you muttered, following her lead as you got under the covers and laid down against the pillows, "wh-what about you, though?"

"i can wait," rhea shrugged with a smirk, leaning over to kiss you again, "tonight was about you. and fuck, you were amazing."

"so were you," you giggled shyly, "i didn't think feeling like…that…was possible."

"you deserve it," rhea smirked against your lips, moving down to place a line of comforting kisses against your neck, "het some sleep, angel. not to toot my own horn, but i know you're exhausted." She chuckled a bit into your skin as you smiled against the shell of her ear.

"thank you," you yawned, not bothering to hide it as you laid your head down, falling asleep almost instantly with rhea's hands tracing random patterns on your lower back under the t-shirt.

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