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Since your requests were open could you do a Leona x fem!reader??
Where the reader is initially wary of men due to past experiences back in her world. So when she's in twst world (more specifically in NRC) she's cautious around boys, but Leona notices and tries to gain her trust. Alot of people misunderstood him being a player, womanizer, mean cruel man etc when he's actually not like that. I guess you're my only hope for a Leona x reader request lololol đ
Hope you have time to do this req!
Thank you for the request! I've been itching to write more Leona content, and you gave me an excuse to take a moment away from my The Rain series to do so! (I've had a somewhat similar idea rolling around in my head for months, but I'll save that for another fic ;))
I tried not to let the story or its themes veer too far off into. . .unsavory directions/topics, but some things have to be at least acknowledged in a vague way when discussing this topic. I tried to do so as respectfully as possible, but if I failed, please tell me so I can do better!
Synopsis: Fem! Reader who is wary of men grows to trust Leona.
TW: mentions of the reader having previous bad experiences with men, but I tried to keep it rather vague; reader has anxiety about being in a school full of men as well as having to stay with them in the events of book 3; reader gets chased by a guy that wants to beat her up near the end, but Leona steps in (I tried not to make it a princess in distress situation, but tell me if it comes off too much that way)
Being thrown into an unfamiliar world is awful. Being thrown into an unfamiliar world and being stuck in an all male school there? You had to question what kind atrocities you committed in your past life to deserve this fate.
It took you a while, but you managed to make. . .friends here. However, even those bonds were rather unsteady and fragile.
It's not that you hated men. You were simply wary of them. You had had past experiences that were. . .unsavory: being catcalled, the uncomfortable conversations with men who approached you in scarcely populated gas stations at night, the jokes no woman in her right mind would find funny, and even some experiences that to this day keep you up at night wondering what your fate would have been if you had done even the slightest thing differently.
You tried to trust the clearly good-hearted people who you logically knew had no ulterior motives hidden behind their kindness, but it was hard. Traumas are not easily forgotten or healed.
That's why, when the events with Octavinelle went down, you were on the verge of hyperventilating. You were friends with Ace and Deuce, and you trusted them as much as you could muster yourself to allow, but that was them. You didn't know, and certainly didn't trust, everyone who resided in Heartslabyul.
Jack's offer didn't seem much better to you, but when it came down to it, you didn't exactly have any other options.
The arrangement ended up being that you would stay with Leona in his room. You weren't sure if you'd prefer this over staying in a packed room with more people.
He barely acknowledged you, or, at least, it seemed that way at first. As your short time staying with him passed, you noticed some things. For one, Ruggie always complained that when he was waking up Leona, the lion wouldn't even wait for Ruggie to get out of the room to begin getting dressed, but Leona had always changed in the bathroom connected to his room for as long as you had stayed there. He also never got too close to you; and when anyone else did, he'd come up with a conveniently timed task for them to do. He didn't use his bathroom for anything other than changing while you were there, and instead used the dorm showers, leaving you his bathroom to yourself.
Don't get me wrong, he didn't go easy on you. He simply respected you and your right to space and privacy. You aren't sure if this was simply how he was raised, if he had noticed your wariness and acted so as not to worsen it, or if it was a mix of both.
By the end of your stay in Savanaclaw, you had somehow managed to find a sense of security in being there with the lion.
As time passed after your stay at Savanaclaw, you found yourself continuing to sit in the botanical garden during lunch. When Crowley decided you would be required to join a club, you joined the Spelldrive Club as a manager. On the rare occasion you had joint alchemy classes with Leona's class, he was unexpectedly present to class and would always 'begrudgingly' agree to be your partner.
However, what really cemented him in your mind as someone who could be trusted was the incident.
You had to stay after school as Grim had caused trouble again and gotten the two of you into detention. You were allowed to leave a bit early as you hadn't caused as much trouble, and you did because you had errands you had some items you needed to pick up from Sam's shop before it closed for the night.
As you walked through the hallways, you were distracted making a mental grocery list. In your somewhat spacey state, you bumped into another student.
He accused you of bumping into him purposefully and it soon became clear he wasn't planning to let you go unscathed. He was massive compared to you, so you knew that if things were to get physical you wouldn't have a great chance of coming out of things on top, so, you did the only thing you could do at the time and ran.
The other student shouted after you and took chase. You ran for what felt like an eternity. Your legs burned so bad you were astonished you were still managing to take steps, and your lungs felt as though they were on the verge of imploding. You weren't consciously thinking of where you were going as you ran, but you found yourself approaching the botanical garden with the other student hot on your heels.
Telling yourself that if you just gained a little more distance you'd be able to find a spot in the plants to hide without him noticing, you urged your legs to pick up the pace.
However, luck wasn't on your side, and, when you got into the garden, you tripped over an uneven brick on the path and toppled face first into the unforgiving stone. You skidded painfully across the bricks, your knees and palms being skinned in the process.
You did your best to scramble to your feet, but your legs had finally given out.
"Gotcha."
You heard a sickening voice not that far away as footsteps approached you at far too fast a rate for you to crawl into a bush before he reached you.
It was when you were searching the foliage on the sides of the path that you noticed what you had at first mistaken as a stick laying in the path, but upon further inspection you realized to be a tail.
You took in a deep breath before screaming "LEONA!" and praying it would be enough to wake the lion.
"The hell are you babbling about!" The voice of the other student snarled before you felt a harsh grip on your collar yank you up. "I was originally just gonna make you pay up for bumping into me so rudely, but after that chase you put me through, I think my fists have some anger pent up."
You ducked your head and braced for impact, but it never came. What did come was a soft warmth that caught you and held you up once the student's hand had finally released its grip on you. When you opened your eyes, you saw a clearly ticked off Lion.
He had one arm snaked under your shoulder and around your stomach to keep you up, and his other had a firm grip on the guy's wrist.
You were too dazed and hyped up on adrenaline to take in the words the two exchanged, but you swore you heard a crack moments before Leona let go of his wrist. The guy fled and were sure that if he were a beastman he'd have his tail between his legs.
You were torn out of your daze by an uncharacteristically soft, but still gruff voice: "Can you walk?"
It took you a moment to form words, but you eventually managed to reply: "I'm not hurt, but-"
Before you could finish your sentence, your legs were swept out from under you. A brief "'scuse me" left Leona's lips as he picked you up, and an unfamiliar feeling blossomed in your chest.
Seeing the shift in your expression, Leona sighed "Look, I know you like your personal space, but you can't walk and I'd feel like crap if I left ya out here, so I gotta carry you to the infirmary. I woulda asked, but it's not like I could get ya there any other way. You can punch me later if ya want."
The trip to the infirmary was silent. Thoughts raced through your head, but one of the most prominent was: "I called out for him."
You had no other choice but to come to terms with the terrifying realization that you trusted this man. For better or for worse, you trusted him. . .and while it scared you, it also bloomed this warm feeling in your chest.
You let your head fall against his chest as he carried you, and if he took note of that, he didn't let it show.
After you got checked out at the infirmary and reported the incident to Professor Crewel (because we all know Crowley is too incompetent at his job to do anything), Leona walked you back to your dorm.
The two of you never verbally acknowledged the events of that day again, nor did you talk about the feelings that came with them.
He was never not there after that, and you didn't mind the company.
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"Well, I guess what hurt me most of all You were playing with my heart Tell me why am I emotional When I knew it from the start?"
She doesnât know why she keeps trying. Maybe itâs hope. Maybe itâs stupidity. Maybe itâs just the way he looks at her when he thinks sheâs not paying attention â like he wants to say something, like thereâs a war raging behind his eyes.
But Ghost never says anything. Not really.
So she does it for him.
âYou donât have to be alone all the time, you know.â
Itâs late. The barracks are quiet, save for the occasional hum of distant voices and the low murmur of the television in the common room. She found him here, like always, sitting in the corner as if he was trying to disappear into the walls.
Ghost doesnât look at her. Just keeps his hands wrapped around a mug of long-cold coffee, fingers twitching like he wants to clench them into fists. âGo to bed.â
She doesnât move. âNot until you talk to me.â
âNothing to talk about.â His voice is flat, practiced indifference, but sheâs heard the weight beneath it before. Heâs pushing her away. Again.
âYou donât have to do this,â she says, softer this time. âYou donât have to pretend you donât care.â
He finally looks at her. And it hurts.
His eyes are unreadable, but his silence says everything. I canât. I wonât.
âYou have made your decision Put me in my place And the lies you've been hiding Taking up your space"
âDonât do this to yourself.â Her voice cracks, and she hates it, hates that sheâs let him pull her in this deep when all he does is shove her out. âYou think pushing me away will make it easier?â
He exhales sharply. âYou donât understand.â
âThen help me. Make me understand.â
Ghost is quiet for so long she thinks â hopes â he might finally say something real. But when he does, itâs a whisper, barely audible.
âYou should stop waiting for something thatâll never happen.â
Her breath catches. âYou donât mean that.â
His expression doesnât change. Cold. Guarded. As if this is easy for him, as if it doesnât hurt just as much as it hurts her.
âYou deserve better.â
âThatâs not your decision to make.â
His jaw tightens. His grip on the mug goes white-knuckled. âGo.â
And thatâs it.
Something inside her cracks, splintering into something jagged and aching. She swallows the lump in her throat, blinking hard against the sting in her eyes. She nods, once, then turns to leave.
She doesnât say goodbye.
Because if he wants to be alone, she wonât stop him. Not anymore.
Ghost watches her go. Watches the way her shoulders tremble for just a second before she disappears around the corner. He exhales a breath he didnât realize he was holding, fingers flexing, releasing the tension thatâs settled deep into his bones.
This is for the best.
It has to be.
Then why does it feel like heâs bleeding?
âTell me, why does my heart burn When I see your face?â
He lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand over his face. Heâs so fucking stupid. Because the answer is yes. He does. He always has.
And now itâs too late.
He doesnât sleep that night. He sits in the same chair, staring at the door she walked through, replaying every moment in his head. The way her voice shook. The way she hesitated, just for a second, like she wanted him to stop her.
But he didnât.
Because heâs a coward.
The next morning, sheâs gone before he even sees her. No lingering glances. No casual jokes. No warmth. Just empty space where she used to be, and itâs his fault.
She doesnât try again. Doesnât sit next to him anymore. Doesnât reach out.
And it fucking kills him.
âLover, why you been hiding From the places weâve been?â
Everywhere he looks, he sees her ghost. The chair she used to sit in. The hallway where they used to walk side by side. The training field where she would flash him a grin before taking him down like she had something to prove.
And maybe she did. Maybe she just wanted to prove she was worth staying for.
But he never let her.
So she stopped trying.
Ghost clenches his fists, staring at the empty seat across from him, the silence stretching like an ocean between them.
He drowns in it.
âAnd tell me, why does my heart burn this way When I see your face?â
He has no answer.
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Valentines with aespa
Where would the aespa members take you out on a date?
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Jimin
Late-Night Drive & Stargazing
Picks you up in her car with a playlist full of R&B and dreamy pop songs
Takes you to a secluded hilltop or a beachside parking lot with the best view of the night sky
"I swear, this spot has the best view. Just wait till your eyes adjust."
Brings a cozy blanket, some hot chocolate, and snacks she prepared (probably cutely packed bento-style)
Talks about everything and nothing, her fingers intertwined with yours as she leans in close
As you admire the stars, she murmurs, "You know, I could stare at something just as breathtaking right next to me."
"Always so cheesy, babe"
Sings softly along to the music while looking at you, her eyes full of admiration
"This song reminds me of you"
Steals kisses under the stars when she thinks you're too distracted by the view
When you shiver slightly, she shifts closer, draping her arm around you. "Cold? Here, come here."
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Aeri
Underground Live Music Bar & Arcade Night
Finds a cozy, dimly lit bar with live indie bands where you can sit close, sharing drinks and vibing to the music
Loves how you lean into her when the music gets louder, her arm draped over the back of your chair
She nudges your shoulder as you sip your drink, "Hey, if I wrote you a song, would you come to my concert?"
"You know I would, baby"
"Serious?"
"I've always been your number one fan, Aeri, that's not gonna change"
Challenges you to a round of arcade games afterward, acting smug when she wins but giving you prizes anyway
The moment she picks up a toy from the claw machine, she turns to you
"For you, my queen. Only took me five tries."
Gets competitive in air hockey but lets you win âbecause youâre cute when you gloatâ
Holds your hand the entire time, her thumb rubbing circles on your skin absentmindedly
Ends the night by walking you home, casually throwing her jacket over your shoulders if you get cold
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Minjeong
Cozy Bookstore Date & Café Hopping
Brings you to an aesthetic, indie bookstore where you both browse through poetry and fantasy novels
Playfully picks out books she thinks you'd like (or ones with the most dramatic romance plots)
Insists on reading a passage out loud just to see you react
She absentmindedly taps the spine of her book, then mumbles, "You look really pretty when youâre focused, you know that?"
Drags you to her favorite hole-in-the-wall cafĂ©, where sheâs a regular and knows exactly what to order for you
"You know me so well"
Ends up feeding you bites of her dessert while laughing at her own jokes
As you sip your coffee, she watches you and grins
"You have a little foam on your lip"
"Hmm?"
"Wait, let meâŠ"
She wipes it off with her thumb, eyes flickering to your lips
Holds your hand across the table, squeezing it every time she finds you extra cute
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Yizhuo
Amusement Park & Street Food Date
Takes you to a theme park and insists on going on all the fast rides first
Holds your hand tightly on roller coasters but teases you if you scream too much
As the roller coaster drops, she screams "I LOVE YOUâ" before bursting into laughter
"Wait, I didnât mean to confess like that!"
Wins you the biggest plushie at a carnival game just to show off
She grins as she holds up a huge stuffed animal
"I won this for you. Say Iâm the best, and I might win you another one. Come on."
Dares you to try weird street food combinations with her â probably something spicy and chaotic
Laughs until she canât breathe when you make a funny face after eating something too sour
Walks beside you with her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close every time you giggle at her antics
She links arms with you while strolling through the park
"Letâs take cute pictures so you can look at them when you miss me."
At the end of the night, she tugs you close
"One more ride? Or do you just want to hold my hand and pretend weâre in a kdrama?"
"You never run out of things to say, do you?"
"Never. You gotta get used to it"
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Hearts and Ammo
Medic x 141
Summary: After a painful breakup, Specter struggles with her emotions as her team the 141 take it upon themselves to bring her comfort. Through a series of cheesy pick-up lines and thoughtful gestures, they remind her that love and laughter can heal even the deepest wounds. As Valentineâs Day approaches they all remind her that family is the cure to a broken heart.
Specter had been in the field for years, known by her team as the silent guardian who always had their backs. She had learned how to move through the chaos of warzones, appearing only when needed, a steady presence in the most chaotic of circumstances. But even a field medic like Specter needed time to heal after emotional wounds.
A week ago, sheâd been heartbroken after her breakup. It had been a quiet, brutal thing, not loud, not dramatic, but it left a sting that felt deep. Her teammates, the 141, had noticed the change in her mood. It was subtle at first, but over time, it was clear that Specter wasnât her usual self. She was distant, quieter than usual, and the sparkle that had once been in her eyes seemed dimmed. The heartbreak was something that couldnât be fixed with bandages or quick fixes. It was something only time could soothe.
The first to take action was Johnny, always quick to try and lighten the mood. It was a part of him that Specter always admired. Johnny was the one who often joked around, keeping things light even in the most dire of circumstances. He had his quirks, his bad jokes, and his tendency to tease, but in that moment, he became something more.
He knocked on Specterâs door late one evening, knowing sheâd likely be alone in her room, nursing the wound that was deeper than any physical one sheâd ever treated. He opened the door to find her sitting by the window, staring out at the moon, the sadness in her posture undeniable.
âHey, Specter,â Johnny said softly, his voice gentle despite the usual playful tone. âThought you could use a little distraction. Got something for you.â
Specter raised an eyebrow but didnât speak, her eyes not leaving the moonlit horizon. Johnny stood there for a moment, his fingers fumbling with something behind his back.
âKnock, knock,â Johnny finally said, his playful grin apparent even in the silence. âWhoâs there? Lettuce.â
Specterâs lips twitched, the first sign of amusement sheâd shown in days.
âLettuce who?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
âLettuce in, itâs cold out here!â Johnny finished, laughing at his own terrible joke.
Despite herself, Specter let out a small laugh. She hadnât realized how much sheâd missed his stupid jokes. It was a soft thing, but it was enough to make her heartache ease for just a moment.
For the next few days, each member of the 141 took their turn to bring Specter a little light, with each of them doing it in their own way. Gaz was next, sitting with her in the rec room, offering her some of his tea and asking about her day, carefully dodging any talk of the breakup. Instead, he gave her a terrible Valentineâs pickup line, as if it was just part of the job.
âYou must be made of copper and tellurium, âcause youâre Cu-Te,â Gaz said, trying to stifle a grin as Specter looked at him in mock disbelief.
âReally?â Specter asked, fighting a smirk. âThatâs what youâve got for me?â
Gaz shrugged, raising his hands in defeat. âWhat can I say? Itâs a classic.â
That moment of laughter didnât fix everything, but it was a reminder of the family she had in the 141. Still, it was Priceâs turn the following day to test out his own skills with bad humor. But the man was as serious as they came, and his approach was much more blunt. He handed her a small box, which contained an old leather-bound notebook.
âI thought you might want to write about something else for once,â Price said quietly. âMaybe it helps take the edge off.â
Specter opened it to find a simple message inside. âSometimes, healing takes more than a medic. It takes a friend.â It was enough to make her throat tighten, and she found herself staring at the message for longer than she intended. Priceâs words felt like a lifeline, one she didnât know she needed until it was handed to her.
But then came Ghostâs turn. The quiet, stoic figure who, despite his stone-cold exterior, always seemed to know when to be there. He entered her room wordlessly and placed a small gift on her bed before sitting beside her without saying a word.
âYouâve been through a lot, Specter,â Ghost said after a long pause. âYouâve earned your rest. Take a moment. Weâve got your back. Always.â
It wasnât the usual heavy-handed comfort she was used to from him. It wasnât an attempt to fix things, but more like an unspoken promise that they werenât going anywhere. They understood. They were family.
And then came Valentineâs Day, the culmination of the week of bad jokes and small, thoughtful gestures. The team had quietly arranged a small dinner, just the five of them, in a makeshift dining area in the compound. The table was set with candles, a touch of romance in the air despite their usual battlefield surroundings. Small bouquets of roses decorated the room, each with a little note from one of the men. The food was simple, but the love they had for Specter was evident in the way they set the scene.
Johnny grinned first, breaking the silence.
âAlright, alright, here goes. Iâve got a good one for you this time,â he said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âAre you French? Because Eiffel for you.â
Specter rolled her eyes but couldnât suppress the laugh that followed. Gaz and Price exchanged looks, and then it was Priceâs turn.
âI might not be a photographer,â Price said slowly, âbut I can definitely picture us together.â
Specter chuckled, shaking her head. The tension from the past week seemed to lift with each joke, each act of kindness.
Gaz leaned in next. âAre you a parking ticket? âCause youâve got âfineâ written all over you.â
By the time Ghost spoke, his voice was as smooth and quiet as ever. âDo you have a map? âCause I keep getting lost in your eyes.â
Specter looked at each of them, her heart lighter than it had been in days. They had been her family before all of this, and they continued to be, now more than ever. The small gestures, the jokes, the moments of quiet understanding it wasnât about fixing her heartbreak, it was about reminding her that she wasnât alone. In the midst of their lighthearted teasing and Valentineâs Day jokes, Specter realized that she had everything she needed right there her team, her family.
The evening continued, the laughter filling the room as they shared a meal and lighthearted moments. The men took turns telling corny pickup lines, each more ridiculous than the last, until they were all in fits of laughter.
Specter found herself relaxing, something she hadnât done in what felt like ages. She wasnât sure how they did it, but with each bad joke, each thoughtful gesture, they had managed to pull her out of the pit of her own sadness.
As the night wore on, Specterâs heart felt a little less heavy. It was still tender, still raw, but the bond she shared with her team, with her family, was something that couldnât be broken. She was grateful for them, for this strange, makeshift celebration of love and camaraderie, a reminder that, no matter what, they had her back.
Valentineâs Day had been a reminder that love didnât have to come in the form of grand gestures. It could be found in the simplest moments in bad pickup lines, shared laughter, and knowing that, no matter how much life hurt, you werenât alone.
Authors note: Hey everyone! I really hope you enjoyed this little Valentineâs-themed fic I put together for you my lovely readers. I just wanted to share something special and sweet! Sending lots of love your way HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!đ«¶đŒ
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it should be studied the way i immediately start crying after masturbating like girl where is the serotonin i was promised
#i just. the memories won't stop one after the other like a messy movie#all that talk about sex and love and a future together#all that teasing at night like oh think of me when you do it#and actually thinking of her for a whole year. how do i just forget#and the teasing the joking about who would play what role but both of us knowing exactly what would happen#but it was fun to tease#and the quiz the teasing referencing the quiz to make a point#and sometimes the honest convos truly vulnerable ones no teasing pure love and want#and sending clips on pinterest and them saying one day#and just. the full comfort and safety. and imagining your whole life with someone and suddenly you have to think aboit other people becaus#well they're gone. and they always said don't have hopes for the future i can't promise and i didn't listen#i think ive moved on but really i don't think i have just have gotten good at suppressing distracting#it's been. a little over a month and still it feels like everything is falling apart my house of dreams and hopes is falling apart around#me slowly and im just sitting in the floor crying#i shouldn't have listened to that gracie song i just. i saw her story and i thought she was going to release it and idk wanted to listen#one last time the youtube live version#ab aise lag raha ki back to square one#i keep having these thoughts involuntarily i don't know how to mske them stop#i remember few weeks ago i was hanging out with my bestie and i miss you im sorry started playing on shuffle from her playlist#and i was like fuck this song she told me about it we loved it gracie was like our artist#and i was like ok ill be brave and listen to it i have to one day na she's one of my fave artists#but we hadn't even reached the chorus and my bestie was like no and changed it immediately she must've seen something on my face#cause a hundred memories flashed before my eyes in those 10 something seconds#can u believe. having so many memories with someone you just text. what the fuck man i can't even remember my syllabus they should fade#okay goodnight
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LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - FOUR
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pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia. chapter warnings: mentions of pregnancy; abortion; health risks; insecurities. chapter oneâchapter twoâ chapter three
You were curled up next to Rafe, head on his shirtless chest, listening to the rise and fall of his breath.
You could hear the crash of the waves. His fingers were tangled in your hair, slow and lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
âDo you ever think about the future?â You asked, not even sure why you said it.Â
Maybe it was the mood, the quiet.
He laughed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest, vibrating against your cheek.
âFuture? Baby, weâre in the future right now.â He tilted his head to look down at you, his blue eyes catching the last bits of sunlight, making them almost glow. âWhat more do we need?â
You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. âIâm serious. Whatâs next for us?â
He was quiet for a second, and you held your breath, waiting. Sometimes Rafe had this way of avoiding real talk. Heâd joke, or deflect, or turn the conversation back to something easy.
âYou,â he said, his voice low like he was confiding you a secret. âYouâre whatâs next. Whatâs always next.â His arm tightened around you, pulling you into his lap.Â
You smiled, that stupid, giddy smile that probably made you look ridiculous, but you didnât care. His breath tickled your forehead as he kissed you there slowly.
He was so sure in that moment, like nothing could touch you two.
You lifted your head, just enough to look at him.
His face was so clear, each detail spot on, you could reach out and touch it. His messy beach hair, the way it fell into his eyes, his crooked smile, that scar on his chin from when heâd wiped out on his bike in high school.
All of him was yours.
âPromise?â You asked, like a part of you needed to hear it again, needed the reassurance.
Rafe leaned in, his lips grazing yours before he whispered against them, âPromise.â
He had this way of making all feel so simple, like the future wasnât some big, scary thing.
âIâm never letting you go,â it sounded more like a prayer coming from his lips, fingers tracing small circles on your arm, sending these tiny electric shocks through you. âYouâre stuck with me, Thornton.â
âGood.â
But then something changed.
His grip loosened. His warmth started to fade, and you blinked, confused. You lifted your head, trying to find his eyes, but his face was different.
Blurred. Distant.
âRafe?â You whispered, reaching for him, but he wasnât there.
The warmth was completely gone, replaced with cold, empty air. You turned, searching for him, but all you saw were shadows where he used to be.
The waves crashed louder, and you realized you were alone. Just like that, everything was gone, everything he promised, was gone.
You sat up in bed, gasping, hands instinctively going to your stomach in the darkness of your bedroom.
He wasnât here. He was with her. You were alone.Â
Pregnant.
You tried to stabilize your breathing, wiping away the tears that had slipped out during your sleep. The bed felt too big, empty without him. And the memory of his touch, his words, felt cruel now.Â
You stared up at the ceiling wondering how a memory could feel so real, so vivid, but that was all it was. Just a memory. Just another piece of the past you kept chasing.
You looked down at your stomach, your hand still resting on the bump, if you could call it that. You werenât showing at all, but that didnât mean it wasnât real. You knew it was.
Your very first appointment was in a few hours, and the thought of it made you want to throw up.
You needed to know how far along you were. It would be easier to stay in bed and let the what ifs spiral in your head than to face them, but you didnât hold that privilege anymore.
You dragged yourself out of queen-sized bed, avoiding the mirror as you moved around the room.
You didnât want to see your reflection right now, you dreaded facing the girl who had let herself get into this mess.
You threw on a pair of loose, old sweats and a hoodie, one that swallowed you whole, hiding everything.
The kind of outfit that made you feel invisible, and right now, thatâs exactly what you wanted. Itâs not like anyone around here cared much anyway, rich girl or not, kooks were experts at pretending.Â
You grabbed your keys, your phone, and the one thing you couldnât forget today âcourage.
One foot in front of the other. One breath at a time.
The appointment was soon, and you needed to get there. You kept reminding yourself that youâd figure it out once you knew how far along you were, everything would make sense after that.
The drive there was a mess, the anxiety and anger, you didnât want to acknowledge today were taking turns messing with your head.
You didnât want to think about how youâd once imagined a future with Rafe, how heâd promised you a lifetime under the sun.
You could never feel guilty about keeping this from him. Heâd made his choices, and now you had to make yours.
You rolled up in your car and had to park in the visitor lot, trying to sneak in like you werenât a whole mess of nerves behind the wheel of a brand-new Range Rover.
It was practically empty, which was fine by you, less people to run into, less eyes on you, since every second you spent there was a second someone could recognize you.
Someone could see, that was the last thing you needed â for this to become some juicy little rumor for the Kildare gossip mill to chew up and spit out.Â
You pulled your oversized sunglasses lower on your face, hoping theyâd hide the fact that you were shaking.
You hated the fact that you were even in this position as you sat there, tapping your foot impatiently, checking the clock every five minutes like it was some kind of countdown to freedom.
Every noise from the hallway made you flinch, like any second someone familiar would burst through the door, see you there.
You winced in horror when your name was called out, following the nurse leading you down a sterile hallway that smelled of antiseptic. You tried to keep your mind off the fact that this was the first step toward the most life-altering decision youâd ever have to make.Â
"The doctor will be in soon."
Times like these you wished youâd chosen a private clinic, but you had to avoid as many kooks as possible, even if it meant slumming it in this hospital.Â
This was real.
Sitting down on the exam table, the paper crinkled under you, the sound making you cringe. You felt so small in that room, so alone. Youâd always had someoneâRafe, even Topper. But right now, it was just you.
Your legs dangled off the edge of the table as you waited.
It felt like forever before there was a knock on the door, and the doctor entered.
"Hi, Iâm Dr. Madison," she greeted you, offering you a smile as she sat down on the stool beside you. "How are you feeling today?"
What the fuck were you supposed to say? That your life was falling apart? That you didnât know what to do?Â
So you settled for a, â"Iâve been better," looking anywhere but at her.
She nodded like she understood, sheâd most likely heard it all before.Â
"Alrighâ, weâre just going to take a look and see how far along you are, okay? Iâll need you to lay back."
You did as she said, leaning back against the stiff pillow, trying to relax.Â
"This is going to be a little cold," she warned as she reached for the ultrasound gel.
A little? You nearly jumped off the table as the gel hit your stomach, cold and slimy, like ice against your skin. You winced but tried to keep still as she spread it over your lower abdomen.
The machine whirred to life, and she placed the probe on your stomach. You sucked in a breath, trying not to cry as the screen lit up with grainy images.
She moved the probe slowly, methodically, her eyes glued to the monitor, and you couldnât breathe.Â
You forced your eyes to the ceiling, refusing to look at the monito, refusing to see. You couldnât let yourself get attached, not like that.
If you saw what was on that screenâif you saw the shape of something, anythingâit would kill you. Your breaths were shallow, and your fingers clenched the sides of the exam table, gripping the paper until it tore under your hands.
Dr. Madison was quiet as she moved the probe over your skin, you knew she was seeing something. You could hear the beeping of the machine, the faint hum of the monitor.
"Okay. Looks like youâre about thirteen weeks along."
"How long is that?"
"Almost 3 months, give or take."
No, that couldnât be right, youâd barely felt any different.
You were at thirteen weeks. Just over the line.
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry.
 "Thirteen?" you repeated, like maybe if you said it out loud, it would make more sense. But it didnât.
"Alright," you told her, voice even, like that number wasnât echoing in your head, smashing through the calm youâd been faking this whole time.Â
âIâm sorry,â Dr. Madison eyes scanned your face, probably trying to gauge how much of this you were even absorbing. âI know this is a lot to take in.â
A lot? That didnât even begin to cover it.
The doctor cleared her throat gently. âIn North Carolina, after twelve weeks, the options for termination become much more limited unless it falls under specific conditions like rape, incest, or a fetal anomaly. I know this might be overwhelming, but Iâm here to walk you through whatâs possible.â
You nodded, but it was a lie. You werenât hearing any of it, you were already listing other possibilities, another place.
Your mind was a step ahead, planning out the details, flights, or maybe driving. Somewhere where no one would ask questions, where you could walk in and get this over with.
Just slip away for a couple days.
She kept talking, saying something about other options, but you werenât hearing it. It sent your heart into a stampede.
"Thanks, Doctor," you said when you realized she was done speaking, your voice perfectly polite, perfectly controlled.Â
It felt like you were watching someone else speak.
You were nodding like you understood like you had a plan. Inside? You were screaming. Your thoughts were a mess, colliding into each otherâOh my God, what now, what the fuck are you going to do? So much more work just because you were stupid enough to wait.
Dr. Madison gave you this listâappointments to schedule, things you should and shouldnât do, prenatal vitamins to pick up. She might as well have been speaking a different language for all you heard.Â
You mumbled something that sounded like âthanksâ as she handed you the prescription, barely glancing at the paper.Â
âIs there really nothing I can do?â
You couldn't confide your plans to her, for obvious reasons.
âI canât advocate for any illegal options, but I understand your concern. If you were just a week earlier, we could have discussed a simple outpatient procedure. However, now youâre facing a more complex situation.â
You never felt so frustrated in your life, âBut IâmâI can get you anything. You donât understand, I can payââ
âMiss Thornton,â she interrupted, her voice firm yet sympathetic, âI know youâre not trying to bribe me right now. I need you to understand that legality and ethics come into play here. What youâre suggesting isnât something I can support or even discuss further. We have to work within the framework of the law.â
You bit your tongue, resisting the temptation to lash out at her.
âSo thatâs it, then? Iâm just supposed to accept that Iâm stuck with this?â
âThere are still options we can explore together. We can discuss whatâs next in terms of prenatal care, adoption, or even resources that might help you if you choose to carry the pregnancy to term. But I canât ignore the fact that youâre beyond the legal limit for a straightforward abortion.â
You blinked rapidly, âAdoption?â
The idea of keeping the baby made your stomach bend into a different shape, but that alternative felt just as wrong.
She looked at you with genuine empathy.
âI understand that this is overwhelming. The decision is ultimately yours, but I need to emphasize that time is of the essence, and the choices you make today will have lasting implications.â
Then she was gone, leaving you alone in that sterile room with your head spinning.
You couldnât even fucking remember the last time you felt normal. Now, you were staring down the barrel of a pregnancy you didnât even know was this far along. The doctorâs speech about vitamins, checkups, and avoiding alcohol bounced off around in your head.
You swallowed down the nausea that had nothing to do with morning sickness, grabbed your purse, and walked out like nothing had just changed.Â
You shoved the papers into your purse without a second thought, your mind already screaming to get out, to run, to go somewhere.
Anywhere but here.
As you walked out into the waiting area, you spotted a mother with her toddler, the kid giggling and playing with his toys. Would your baby be that happy? Would they giggle like that?
No, no, you couldnât go there.
Your fingers were numb as they fumbled for your keys, and you somehow managed to get into the Rover.
The second the door slammed shut, the tears youâd been restraining started to fall.
All you could think about was getting far, far away from here, somewhere no one would recognize you, where people didnât know your last name or expect you to show up to some debutante ball with a well-behaved husband, a kid on each arm, perfectly polished.
"Fuck..." you whispered through clenched teeth, squeezing your eyes shut like maybe that could make it stop. But it didnât. Your whole body was trembling, hands shaking so hard you couldn't hold the wheel right.
You leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to catch your breath.
Thirteen weeks.
You couldnât stay here, in this parking lot. You needed to go somewhere safe, somewhere that made sense. You needed them.
Without really thinking, you turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the lot.Â
You didnât even know where you were going at first, your body knew, the same familiar route youâd taken too many times. You didnât realize where you were going at first, but once you passed the last stoplight before the cemetery, it hit you.
You parked haphazardly, not caring if your car was straight or if anyone saw. This was the only place you could think of. The only place that wasnât ruined by all the mess in your life.Â
Your parents. Your sister.
Their graves were tucked away in the back corner, under the big oak tree that had been there for as long as you could remember. You parked the car and got out, the ground crunching under your feet as you made your way to them.Â
You sank to your knees in front of their headstones, your fingers brushing against the cool marble as if touching them could somehow make them feel closer. Theyâd been gone for five years, and no matter how many times you came here, that fact never got easier to swallow.
âI donât know what to do,â you choked out, stopping to bite down on your bottom lip hard to keep from completely breaking down. âIâm so... Iâm so fucking lost.â
The wind rustled the leaves above you, and for a second, you wished it would just take you away too. Make everything disappear.
âIâm pregnant.â You spit the words out, voice cracking, like admitting it was burning your throat. âThirteen weeks,â you added, saying it out loud for the first time. Your hands curled into fists, fingers digging into the grass.
The tears came back, harder this time, and you bent forward, clutching your stomach, forehead pressing into the ground as if you could just bury yourself there.Â
âI canâtâI canât do this alone. I donât know how to do this without you.â
Your voice broke completely, turning into a sob that you couldnât stop. You were crying so hard you couldnât even breathe, gasping, like you were drowning in it.Â
âWhy arenât you here?â you cried, âWhy did you leave me? Why did youââ but the words caught in your throat, turning into another round of weeping.
You stayed for a long time, curled up on the ground, crying so hard it hurt, until the tears finally slowed, until you felt empty, drained.
Afterwards, you sat back, wiping at your swollen eyes with the back of your hand.
âIâm pregnant,â you repeated, this time softer, âAnd I canât... I canât tell him. Heâs with her, and IâI just canât.â
You sniffed, cleaning your nose with your sleeve, feeling ridiculous and broken all at once.
Your breath hitched again as you forced yourself to stand up, even though every part of you wanted to collapse back onto the ground.Â
They were gone, it was just you. Alone. You think thatâs why there was this tiny persistent voice in the back of your brain whispering things you werenât ready to hear.
This was a chance, wasnât it? To finally have someone again, someone you didnât have to say goodbye to.
The second the thought crossed your mind, you felt a gush of panic, a nauseating conviction that you were nowhere near capable of raising a child. You barely remembered to take care of yourself, so how could you possibly take care of a baby?
It felt so fucked up to you, to think this could be a âfresh startâ or something like itâno, you werenât naĂŻve enough to believe that. Not when youâd barely coped to get through the last five years.
You remembered the doctorâs voice, factual, mentioning adoption.
Carrying this baby only to hand it over to someone elseâsomeone who might be better equippedâCould you do that? Carry a piece of your familyâs future, only to give it away? It felt wrong.
You were halfway to your car, still wiping the tears from your face, when you heard someone call your name.
âHey... Is that you?â
You froze. The last thing you wanted was to run into someone, especially now. Not here, not like this.
Turning slowly, you saw her â Sarah Cameron, Rafeâs sister â standing by her momâs grave.
She was holding a bouquet of wildflowers, brown eyes narrowing as she took you in. She looked like she'd been here a while, but the moment she saw your state, she dropped what she came here to do.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked, her voice rising with worry.
Her eyes, so different from Rafeâs, scanned over you, taking in your bloodshot eyes, the messy hair, the way your clothes were dirty from sitting on the ground too long.Â
You hadnât taken sides when her and Topper split up; youâd just known, deep down, that they werenât right for each other. He had this stubborn, idealized version of her that she could never live up to, and that had been the beginning of the end.
You opened your mouth to say something, to tell her you were fine, that you didnât need her sympathy right now. Instead, you just stood there like a fucking idiot, eyes wide, as Sarah dropped the flowers and rushed to your side.
âHey, hey,â she panicked, as if she was talking to a wounded animal. âWhat happened? Whatâs going on?â
Sarah touched your arm gently, and thatâs when it hit you, the fear, the panic, the loneliness â it overwhelmed you.
Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around her, holding on tight.
You didnât even care how desperate it looked, how messed up you were right now. You just needed someone.
She froze for a split second, caught off guard, but then she softened, her arms wrapping around you tightly. She was warm, solid, and so there, and the moment she hugged you back, the floodgates opened for the millionth time that week.
You started crying again, silent but hard, your face buried in her shoulder as your whole body shook.
Sarah didnât say anything; didnât ask questions, just focused on holding you tighter, her hand smoothing over your back like she was trying to calm you down. The kindness of it, the warmth,you hadnât grasped how much you needed it until right now.
ïżœïżœShh, itâs okay,â her voice was soothing. âIâve got you. Just breathe.â
You hadnât seen her in months â not since everything went down with her and Rafe after Ward died.
The whole family had fallen apart after that.
Sarah had cut ties again, another fallout with Rafe. Things between them were always like a ticking time bomb, and Wardâs death had blown everything wide open. You knew they hadnât been on speaking terms since.
It made this moment even weirder, seeing her here, of all places. She looked different, too, she was carrying her grief, her pain, that wild spark in her eyes a little more dim than you remembered.
As you pulled away from the hug, you blinked through the tears, and her face came back into focus. She was still looking at you, her brows knitted with worry, the wildflowers sheâd brought for her mom now forgotten on the ground behind her.Â
She looked like she was about to ask a million questions, but she was waiting for you to speak first.
âI didnât know youâd be here,â you finally said something, trying to wipe your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. It was a lame thing to say, but you couldnât find any better words.
Sarah gave a small, sad smile, shrugging a little.Â
âYeah, I just⊠I come here sometimes. To see my mom.â Her voice was quieter than usual, and you could hear the strain behind it, âI guess I needed it today.â
You understood the feeling all too well.
You both stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, and you could tell she was dying to ask why you were here. Why you looked like youâd just been rolling around in the dirt.Â
Instead, she said, âYou okay? I mean, really?â
In some weird way, youâd always thought youâd be able to keep this part of yourself locked away, hidden and safe where no one could see it
âIâm fine,â you mumbled, the lie slipping out too easily. âJust⊠rough day, you know?â Your voice was hoarse, still shaky from the crying.
Sarah frowned, not convinced. She stepped closer, her hand hovering near your arm like she wanted to touch you but wasnât sure if youâd let her.
"You sure? You donât look fine."
You forced a smile, âYeah, Iâm good. Just needed some air. Itâs been a lot.â You didnât want to get into it, didnât want to unload everything.Â
She sighed, her shoulders slumping just a little.Â
âOkay. But⊠you know if you ever need to talk to someone, Iâm here, right?â
You blinked, not really sure how to answer to that, nodding away, hoping sheâd drop it.
âI know I was just Rafeâs little sister,â she continued with pursed lips, âbut youâve always been like a big sister to me. Okay? Him being an asshole to both of us doesnât change that. Ever.â
You could see she meant it. This wasnât just some passing offer out of pity, Sarah was genuinely worried, wanting to be there for you.
You just nodded dumbly.
Sarah smiled softly with that same old Cameron determination. âSeriously. Whateverâs going on, Iâm here.â
You stepped back, breaking the small bubble of comfort, you didnât even realize youâd let her create.
âI should probably go,â you awkwardly muttered, brushing your hair out of your face and trying to straighten out your hoodie like that could somehow make you seem more put together. âBut thanks, Sarah. Really.â
She just watched you with that worried look still across her face, but then she nodded. âAnytime.â
You turned to leave, feeling her eyes on your back as you walked away, your steps slow on the grass.
The loneliness had been suffocating, and even though you didnât tell her anything, just hearing Sarah say she was there, that she still saw you as familyâit meant more than you wanted to admit.
It wasnât like anything was magically better.
You used to think this island would keep you safe forever, that it was big enough to hold your problems.Â
Now, it felt like it was shrinking around you.
You were curled up on the couch, laptop balanced on your knees.
Youâd googled âabortion options United States,â expecting answers, but all you found were long lists of restrictions, rules, states drawing hard lines.
You already knew that in North Carolina, you were already past the point of no return. So you kept digging, checking every single state until you found one, a random thread on some forum, that talked about New Mexico.
No restrictions on timing.
You scrolled, following link after link, getting deep into some Reddit threads, reading accounts from women whoâd done it, whoâd had to pack up their whole lives, fly out, handle everything on their own.
No one to tell, just a flight, a few daysâ stay in a place that looked nothing like home, just to try and get back to normal. The whole time you were reading, this weird sense of relief and fear entwined in your gut.Â
So you can get out of this.
By the time you shut your laptop, your head was pounding but at least you had something that felt like a plan.
The next morning, you woke up before the sun, tossing on yesterdayâs clothes and brushing your hair as best you could with one hand. You scrolled through the numbers youâd scribbled down last night and dialed the first one.
You had to it straight away, without a chance of backing out. So you closed your eyes with all your might and hit call.
A womanâs voice picked up on the fourth ring.
âWomenâs Health Center, this is Amanda. How can I help you?â
You cleared your throat, trying to sound normal. Like you werenât shaking like a leaf.
âHi. Um, Iâm calling to see about scheduling⊠an appointment. Iâm about thirteen weeks.â
âWe do have availability. Our next spot is ten days from now.â
Ten days. Shit. Could you wait that long, or was that too soon? Shouldn't you think about it some more?
Maybe you needed more time.
Or maybe you shouldnât be doing this at all.
You were already running through a hundred different what-ifs, a panicked mental list of everything you hadnât thought through.
âIs that⊠is that the soonest?â You surprised yourself by asking.
There was a pause on the other end, and you could hear the kindness in Amandaâs voice.
âYes, itâs our first available spot for a procedure beyond twelve weeks,â she informed you, âWeâd also want to complete a few assessments with you, along with some necessary paperwork and counseling. I can walk you through everything if that helps.â
You nodded automatically, realizing a second too late she couldnât see you. âYeah⊠yeah, okay.â
âIâll go over a few things with you, so youâre prepared. Do you have a pen handy?â
You grabbed a random envelope and pen from the countertop, jotting down every detail.
âYouâll need a form of ID, proof of residencyâweâre required to check for that. Some basic insurance information if you have it. Youâll also have some health assessments here when you arrive, mostly standard but including a psychological evaluation just to ensure everythingâs covered from a health perspective.â
It was all just words, logistics. You weren't exactly processing the information, just robotically writing it down.
âThereâs also a mandatory counseling session weâll need to go through. In case you have questions, or concerns. This will all be confidential, but itâs for your safety, both physically and emotionally.â
âRight,â you said, just to say something. You didnât know if you even wanted to talk about it, not with her or anyone. You just wanted this to be over with.
âThe procedure itself is straightforward, but itâs still a surgery. Itâll last anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes, with a little more time afterward for recovery. Weâll go over any complications with you once youâre hereârisk of infection, bleeding, discomfort. We make sure youâre clear on what to expect before anything happens.â
You forced yourself to nod, then remembered she couldnât see you. âGot it. Iâllâyeah, Iâll get the paperwork together.â
"Just one last thing," Amanda added, "Given the nature of the procedure, we ask that you bring a companion along, someone to stay with you. They donât have to be in the room, of course, but theyâll need to be present to help you get back safely after."
Your hand stopped. A companion?
"What?"
The small sense of peace was gone in a heartbeat.
You wanted to tell her that it would be fine, youâd figure it out, because, rationally speaking, who could you ask or who would you even trust with this?
"It's a requirement,â Amanda clarified, âFor your safety. Youâll need someone there with you. Itâs non-negotiable.â
âRight. So, like⊠a friend? OrâŠâ You trailed off, trying to hide the fear overcoming your senses.
âExactly,â she said. âA friend, a family memberâjust someone youâre comfortable with. Itâs standard procedure for anything this involved.â
A friend. Family. Someone who could sit in that waiting room and justâŠÂ know everything. You didnât even have anyone who could know you were pregnant, let alone be with you for this.Â
âThe total will be around $3,500, which we typically split into a down payment and a final balance due at the time of the procedure. We can take payment in cash, card, or even a wire transfer if you need that flexibility. Weâll also require a 20% deposit to hold your spot, which you can pay over the phone now or through our secure online portal.â
You glanced at the envelope where youâd jotted down notes, biting your lip as you stared at the numbers. âRight, um, yeah, I can do the deposit now.â
âThatâs perfect. One moment, please.â There was a click as she transferred you, and while you waited, you blinked down at the deposit amount.Â
Seven hundred, you thought. Seven hundred dollars just to hold a place. It was nothing to you and yet it felt monumental.
A robotic voice greeted you, and you keyed in the card information, watching the screen as it processed. The payment cleared, and you felt the strangest sense of finality.
It was real, stamped and sealed.
Amanda returned to the line, âThank you for taking care of that. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
âNo, that's all. Thank you."
âOf course. Weâll see you in ten days.â
Now you were at this god for saken country club brunch. Why you even came, you had no idea.
Maybe it was a pathetic attempt to feel normal.Â
You were trying so hard to look casual, like you hadnât just been on the phone with a stranger, scheduling the most personal appointment of your life.
Thankfully, Ruthie had canceled last minute â some emergency with your cousin, no doubt. Small miracles. The last thing you needed was her crazy ass analyzing everything you did.
The spread of food on the table looked like a minefield of smells.
Just the sight of the eggs benedict made you want to hurl on your seat, and the fruity smell of the mimosas wafting through the air wasâŠtorture.
Youâd kill for a sip, maybe even two.Â
You were watching the sunlight catch on the bubbles, sparkling like they were tauting you. The craving was there, whispering thoughts that felt equal parts impossible and unavoidable. The idea hovered, tempting you with a cruel promise.
A few mimosas could maybe make this go away, couldn't it? Maybe youâd get lucky and this nightmare would just end on its own.
But the thought made you sick.
You could almost feel it, this new life clinging to you, sticking around no matter how much you wished itâd leave. There was some echo of a moral senseâsome annoying, reasonable, voice within your head that wouldnât let you grab the damn mimosa even though your fingers were twitching for it.
What was the problem if you were getting rid of it anyway?
You forced yourself to look away from the mimosas, knowing that just one glass might make you feel somethingâanythingâother than this sick dread.
With an effort, you forced yourself to say, âWater, please.â
Of course, the universe just had to have its laugh, because the one bringing it wasnât just any waiter.
It was Sofia.Â
How come everyone got a break from shitty things happening to them, and you didnât?
You mustâve been really awful in your past life.
Perhaps you were one of those medieval villains who ordered people to be drawn and quartered, or some spoiled empress tossing servants into dungeons for looking at you wrong.
How else could you explain it? Life kept pilling more shit on top of you. Or maybe it was less about karma and more about some fucked up endurance test. You were still here.
Rafeâs latest⊠girlfriend? Hookup? Whatever the hell they were, she had that title, and now she was in front of you, all fresh-faced, her apron hugging her like sheâd just walked out of some pinterest brunch board.
Her hair was pulled back in this cute little bun, and her face held that perfectly innocent smile that made you want to scream.
She was practically glowing.Â
Her skin had that effortless, sun-kissed warmth like sheâd just gotten back from the Maldives or something. Not a shadow under her eyes, not a single stray hair â just this easy, perfect beauty that looked even more surreal under the soft morning sunlight.
It was ridiculous.
Meanwhile, you felt like a mess. Dark circles, a slight breakout on your chin, and an overall look of someone who hadnât slept in⊠weeks? or was it months?
The last good night before nausea became a part of your daily life, and the constant anxiety kept you up at all hours, staring at the ceiling and wishing itâd all just disappear.
And here she was, gliding around like she was untouched by anything so messy, soâŠhuman.
You glanced down at your outfit, the pristine, tailored Miu Miu set from the new collection âthe cropped blazer was light and airy, perfectly cinched at the waist, with sleeves just long enough to make it feel sophisticated but breezy, paired with a sleek, high-waisted mini skirt, the whole ensemble skimmed your frame effortlessly, made just for you.
You knew you looked expensive, the kind of look people envied, even if theyâd never admit it.Â
Every stitch, every button on this outfit screamed privilege and class, and yet here you were feeling like some tragic, half-dead version of the old you.
Why the fuck were you even comparing yourself to her? She was still a pogue, for godâs sake.
Rafeâs latest toy or project or whatever, you had no business even wasting brain cells on her. So what if she looked a little too chipper, too perfect?Â
She wasnât worth the mental energy.
Just as you forced yourself to refocus, Sofia reappeared, setting a glass of water in front of you with that same innocent, syrupy smile.
âHereâs your water,â she chirped.
You hated that sound.Â
She didn't look or sound in-your-face or territorial, more salt on an open wound.
Just hours ago, you were piecing together plans to get rid of the very thing that tied you to Rafe, and now here she was.Â
You gave the glass a pointed look and then raised your eyes to meet hers. âI asked with ice.â
No, you didnât.
You were supposed to be above this kind of petty bullshit, werenât you? But the bitterness rooted in your gut like the mimosas you wanted so desperately.
âOh?â Her face froze, that little smile twitching just a bit. âYou did? I mustâve heard wrong. Iâll be right back with it.â She looked genuinely flustered as she turned to head back to the bar, her apron fluttering behind her.Â
You caught yourself feeling the tiniest bit pathetic.
An unspoken vendetta against the girl serving water? Really? You almost felt a little ridiculous⊠almost.
âOh, beautiful girl!â
It was Mrs. Aldridge, an old friend of your motherâs, all pearls and Chanel, her wrinkled hands wrapped around her mimosa.
âHowâs your darling Rafe? I havenât seen you two in ages!â
Instead of thinking better about it, your eyes slid over to Sofia.
She was setting the glass down, her face draining of color, frozen mid-action like a deer caught in headlights. It was almost too perfect.
You were gonna have fun with this, putting on your best sympathetic casually as if youâd had this conversation a hundred times.Â
âOh, weâre not together anymore,â you said, tone dripping with faux sweetness as you nodded in Sofiaâs direction. âShe is.â
Mrs. Aldridgeâs eyes widened, almost bulging out of her head as she followed your gaze, putting two and two together with the slow, scandalized horror that only old-money kooks could manage.
You could hear her brain struggling to comprehend the fact that Rafe Cameron was now involved with the server.
The other women at the table leaned in, whispering behind manicured hands and designer sunglasses, eyebrows shooting up as they stole obvious glances at Sofia.
She was still standing there, stunned, her mouth opening like she wanted to say something. You half-expected her to look annoyed, maybe give you the scathing glare youâd be giving her all morning.
Instead she looked like she wanted to disappear into the woodwork.
âOh dearâŠâ Mrs. Aldridgeâs voice trailed off, her eyes scanning her from head to toe with the kind of judgmental precision only years of country club experience could bring.
She cleared her throat as if she could somehow undo the fact that the help had captured Rafe Cameronâs attention.
âI suppose heâs⊠rebelling, then?â Another old lady muttered, eyebrows raised in suspicion, already delighted by the gossip forming on her tongue.
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âWho knows? Thatâs Rafe for you.âÂ
You took a sip of your water, feeling satisfied as murmurs spread across the table, surprise and judgment all directed squarely at Rafe and Sofia, who looked like she might faint on the spot.
You couldnât lie â it was the most fun youâd had in weeks.
âSuch a sweet girl,â Mrs. Aldridge mused, her gaze fixed on Sofia, who was now engaging another table with her bubbly personality. âBut bless her heart, she doesnât quite belong here.â
âDefinitely not,â you clicked your tongue, allowing the disdain to seep into your voice, even as a small part of you felt like a spineless bitch for feeding her to the sharks.
âNew money, if you ask me. I canât take them seriously. Remember when Ward was just a pogue with big dreams, trying to make a name for himself.â
You saw her again, just a gimplse of her still taking orders with that big grin, still doing her job.
This was exactly what youâd wanted, right?
To see her squirm in her hand-me-down shoes, to show her the world sheâd trespassed on wasnât as welcoming as she might have believed.
But your conscience decided to make an apperance, one more time, slipping in with a knowing sigh. You wanted to hurt Rafe, not her.
This was cruelty, plain and simple, the girl was only trying to survive.
She was dealing with these judgmental eyes and assumptions, probably used to being reminded that she didnât belong, that she didnât measure up, and you were sinking to that same level of entitlement and superiority.
The satisfaction wasnât as sweet as youâd thought it would be. Dragging her into it was cheap, easy, like pushing someone off balance simply because they happened to be standing there.
You forced a giggle to match the others, playing the charade, but inside, something started to feel uncomfortable. You knew what it was like to be scrutinized, to have them pick you apart, to whisper behind your back.
You remembered how much it hurt.
To these people, you were only steps away from that same old judgment. If they knew about the appointment...their conservatives asses would ruin your reputation.
Theyâd tear into you in the same way, a scandal spread in manicured lawns and private golf courses.
Mrs. Aldridge leaned in conspiratorially, her aged perfume filling the air. âIf he truly cared for her, he wouldnât be making a fool of himself like this.â She sighed, looking at you like she expected you to agree.
You took a breath, one that felt painful, because were you really about to do this shit?
âItâs Rafeâs life,â you replied, shrugging. âMaybe she makes him happy. Who knows?â
The table quieted, a few eyebrows raised, flabbergasted that you hadnât indulged in more snide remarks. At the end of the day, the life you wanted â it wasnât this.
Maybe it was time to let some of it go.
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NSFW!Trey x Reader
Synopsis
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to rile him up, right? He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. Trey used to pride himself on his levelheadedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece. âHappy Birthday Trey~â
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[cw/tags] - afab!gn!reader (im sorry folks it's all i know how to write still), NRC is a university in this, domesticity kink, birthday sex, breeding kink (sue me), oral (giving & receiving), trey can be a little mean as a treat
[notes] - i apologize for the person i've become after seeing trey's new b-day card. it does things to me and this is 100% self-indulgent for me. also, tried to use very neutral descriptors for reader so tell me how that went and if it reads well! lastly, the outfit the reader wears is based on sabrina carpenter's outfits from her short n' sweet tour, specifically the baby doll one!
Written while listening to âEspressoâ by Sabrina Carpenter, I recommend listening to it while reading :)
Letâs consider exactly the type of person Trey is.
Ever since heâs started school at NRC, heâs always taken a bit of a parental role in Heartslabyul, even before he became vice housewarden. Even Cater would joke about it when they first became friends:
âYouâre, like, a total big bro! O-M-G, no! Youâre like a dad friend! Iâm totes willing to bet that the incoming freshmen are gonna slip up! Call you Dad or something!â
Evidently, when Riddle came into the picture and Trey was appointed his vice, Cater was proven right. He didnât mind it too much, despite what others might think.Â
He liked the familiarity of it, being the oldest at home, it translated well into his position at Heartslabyul, and it came with the added bonus of being able to minimize any chaos that arose.Â
That was his main goal, especially with Riddleâs temper during his freshman and at the beginning of his sophomore year. Honestly, he had phenomenal conflict resolution skills, and he just wanted to make his life as easy as possible.Â
Everyone at this school liked to make that difficult, though, especially the freshmen of this year.
âOh fuâI mean shâdamâfucâshiâFIDDLESTICKS!â
âDude, just say fuck, why you gotta say the corniest shitâOWâTreyyy! Deuce hit me!â
Deuce had a guilty look on his face as Trey looked up from his notebook to raise a brow at the two.
âW-well, Ace cussed, so he has to put money in the swear jar!â
âAw what! Come on Trey!â Ace whined, shoving Deuceâs face to the side as the latter grunted and started pulling at his cheeks and arm. âRiddleâs not here, heâll never know, so I donât gotta! Donât make me!â
Trey simply smirked and gestured to the jar on the fireplace mantle, helpfully available to everyone in the lounge.Â
âYou know the rules, bud, two thaurmarks for the f-bomb and a .50 cent for the other.â
Ace tossed his head back and groaned, begrudgingly dragging himself over to the jar as he dug around his pocket for change.
âDonât be rude to your father, Ace.â A few giggles and snorts vibrated amongst the small group studying in the lounge as you wagged a finger at Ace, Grim squinting angrily at the book in your lap.Â
Your lips quivered as you hid a laugh, jokingly chastising the ginger.Â
âNo need to be a brat.â
Trey had to withhold a snort at that comment, rich coming from you. He knew better than anyone that you could be as much of a brat as you were another parental figure.
âOh ha-ha, very funny, Prefect. What, does that make you, Mom or Dad 2?â Ace stuck his tongue out at you as you grinned and focused back on Grim.Â
âOkay Grimmy, so remember, what alchemy recipes need mandrake root?â
Watching from the corner of his eye, Trey watched fondly as you murmured soft words to Grim. It reminded him of his Mom talking to his siblings after a nightmare, or of his Dad after one of them would get hurt in the kitchen.Â
Soft, soothing, parental. Youâd make an excellent parent one day.Â
Trey felt himself get warm at the thought, adjusting himself in his seat and looking back at his musicology notes. He couldnât sing very well, but he can memorize notes, and thatâs what the upcoming exam was focused on.Â
Thatâs what he needed to focus on, not the way you cradled Grim against you like a parent with their child. Focus on his alchemy flashcards, and not the way you cleaned up the mess on the table so you could bring everyone a tray of snacks heâd prepared earlier that day. Focus on the history textbook in front of him, and not the way you cleaned up the lounge as it got later and later.
It wasnât fair. It was so unfair how well you fell into the role. Cleaning and humming, one of his spare aprons on you as you wiped down the tables of crumbs and stacked a pile of dishes. It was unfair how sweetly you murmured to the few remaining students, and told them to go to bed and rest up.Â
They obliged, probably half asleep at this rate, since it was an hour until midnight. Ace and Deuce had retired a while ago, the latter leaning on the former as they haphazardly stumbled to their room.Â
Riddle had dropped by after his housewarden meeting, satisfied by the study group, but ultimately stuck to his very strict evening routine.Â
Now it was just you two. Even Grim had been tugged along with Ace and Deuce earlier, not unlike a rag doll slung over their shoulders.Â
âTrey? Honey, when are you going to sleep? Itâs almost midnight.â His eyes fluttered tiredly as he felt your hands slide over his shoulders and a kiss pressed against his temple.
He felt warm again, heat pooling in his belly. You were so unfair.Â
âYou should go to bed soon, come on, Iâll take care of you.â
He can think of a few ways you could âtake careâ of him.Â
âItâs fine, why donât you get Grim and head back to Ramshackle? Curfew is in 30 minutes, you know?â
You rolled your eyes, sighing into his ear, making a tingle go down his spine.
âOkay, but please go to bed soon? I left you a little birthday surprise in your bedroom~â
Trey perked up at that, eyeing your mischievous grin as you waved your fingers goodbye, going down the hallway to the dorms to grab Grim.
To be honest, heâd forgotten that his birthday was tomorrow, heâd been so focused on his midterms that it just slipped his mind. Well, he canât say heâs not excited to see what you got him, especially since youâd been not too subtly probing him for preferences.
He groaned, running his hands over his face and sighing, heavy and exhausted.
âUgh, just a bit more and Iâll retire for the night.â Trey reassured himself, eyes straining as he looked between the books in front of him.Â
The words on the papers blurred after a bit, the sound of the grandclock lulling him further into sleep, his head nodding off until a ping from his phone started him awake.
It was Cater, his Magicam user popping up on his screen.Â
cay-cay_diamond: hbd trey!! đ„łđđđgrats on being an old man now!
Blinking at the clock, Trey realized that it was now a few minutes past midnight, so it was technically his birthday. Heâs lucky that Riddle followed his own sleep schedule so rigorously, or else heâd be getting a scolding for breaking curfew.
luckyclover: Old? Iâm only like 4 months older than you cay-cay_diamond: yeah. old. cay-cay_diamond: anyways! enjoy the gift in ur room!!! i helped (name) pick out the wrapping đđđ
Trey hummed, a small smile on his face as he imagined the two of you bickering over wrapping paper and messily wrapping up a box with a bow. You did seem very excited for him to find it earlier, maybe you two picked something out together.Â
He was curious on what exactly you got him and why you hadnât waited to give it to him at his actual birthday party. And why did you need Cater to help youâŠyouâd always shoo him away when heâd tried helping you with gifts for otherâs birthdays.Â
Stacking his books into his left hand and walking towards the junior dorm rooms, Trey looked at his phone as it pinged again.Â
cay-cay_diamond: on that topic thoooâŠu should rly go 2 ur room and get ur present! the poor thing! theyâve been w8ing very patiently 4 u~ luckyclover: Waiting? (Name)??? cay-cay_diamond: đ€đ€«đ
Trey sighed, shaking his head and tucking his phone away and digging out his room keys. It was times like these, deep into the night, when he was thankful for having his own room. He felt a bit bad now, you probably fell asleep in his bed waiting for him.Â
Though, the thought of you clutching one of his pillows, maybe in one of his sweaters to keep warm, made him smile. Then he could come in, gently take your clothes and shoes off to get you more comfortable, and dress down himself to slip in right behind you.
As he finally managed to get to his room, he heard shuffling as he turned the keys. Trey smirked, noticing that only his rose lamp remained on, and all the drapes to his canopy were now closed.Â
He could just barely make out the shadow of you moving behind them, hearing you gasp and the bed squeak, making him let out a soft laugh under his breath.
âYouâre breaking curfew, you should be asleep you know? You're such a troublemaker sometimes.â Trey teased you as placed his books on his desk, tossing his hat onto its stand and slipping his shoes off to throw them into his wardrobe and grab his slippers.Â
He yawned, the late night really starting to sink into his body as he started undressing, his jacket and vest getting hung back up in the closet as he worked on his sash and unbuttoning his pants. Â
âOnly like a third of the time!â You whined, the bed softly squeaking as you followed his movements behind the canopy. âBesides, I really wanted to give you your present. Donât you want to unwrap me?â
Trey paused at the purr in your voice, narrowing his gaze as he saw your hand ever so slightly move the curtain at the end of the bed to peek at him. You were still mostly shrouded in darkness, but there was a very soft glow coming from inside the canopy, so he could just barely make out your mischievous smile.
Though, you quickly frowned, eyeing him up and down out of concern.Â
âNot if youâre too tired though, you have bags under your eyes, Trey. Do you just wanna go to sleep?â
Giving you a weary smile, Trey finally tossed his sash to the side and reached for the curtains, pushing them to the side to finally take a look at your âmysteriousâ present.Â
âIn a bit, let me see what you got meâŠâ
Treyâs breath hitched, he suddenly felt very wide awake as his eyes roamed up and down your body.Â
From the corner of his eye, he could see that you set up string lights along the top of the canopy for ambiance, making you look like you were almost glowing. Though it wasnât that that made him lose his voice.Â
You were sitting on the edge of his bed with your legs curled underneath you, dressed in the most darling sage-green, sheer baby doll dress. The dress's puffy sleeves and hem were lacy, matching the lace on the stockings.Â
Holy shit you were wearing stockings.
âHa, I wanted to surprise you, I thought you could use a stress reliever.â
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
âI shouldâve realized that youâd be tired from studying for midterms, sorry.â
You're trying to rile him up, right?
âBut, still, do you like it? I wrapped myself up just for you~â
He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. To behave.
âIn any case,â You shifted onto your knees, the dress splitting in the middle, the only thing keeping it together being a small bow at the base of your neck, revealing the lack of undergarments, just your bare skin underneath. âEven if youâre too tired and just want to sleep, I just wanted to sayâŠâ
Trey leaned in as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, batting your eyelashes and ghosting your lips over his with a teasing smile. Your hands caressed the back of his neck, a thumb rubbing soothing circles, making him melt.Â
âHappy Birthday Trey~â
Itâs now that he noticed that you even added a gloss to your lips, and he could smell the warm perfume on your neck as you pressed your lips to his, tongue swiping over his mouth, asking for permission to enter. Obliging, Trey sighed into the kiss and tangled his tongue with yours, his hands slipping underneath the baby doll and squeezing at your waist.
He really should go to sleep. He has to wake up early for the party. He has to dress in his birthday robes. He has to make sure that the others donât burn down the kitchen or damage his expensive bakeware as they made his cake.Â
But the way your skin felt under his gloved hands, skin meeting skin, lace, skin, and lace again.
How could he be expected to sleep now?
Trey used to pride himself on his level headedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece.
Humming in delight against your mouth, Trey slid his hands down, as you curled into his body in response, and squeezed at the fat of your thighs before picking you up.Â
A yelp left your mouth as he picked you up and tossed you up the bed, pulling off his shirt and tossing it behind him as he crawled on top of you.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he saw the way the dress fell open to expose your body, your chest moving up and down as you watched him with a giddy smile.Â
âOh! I guess youâre not that tiredâah!â
You gasped as Trey grabbed your calves, tugging you up to place the back of your knees on his shoulders. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your right thigh, smirking against the lace.Â
âI was tired. I should be asleep,â Trey murmured against your stocking laced skin, pressing kisses as he went farther and farther down. âRestingâkissâUpâkissâbut no.â
He gave you a half-hearted glare, which you responded with a smile and lacing your hands through his hair as he pressed another kiss to the bend where your thigh met your sex.Â
âYou broke curfew, you wanted to keep me up with your little âpresentâ, you know Iâd get in trouble for hiding you out in my room.â
Trey gave you a bite on your thigh, groaning as he felt your hands tighten in his hair, moving back to press a soothing kiss to the mark he left.
âAre you trying to get me in trouble? Throw me in the doghouse?â âCause Iâll make sure you come right with me, after a little taste of my birthday treat.â
The same time he ran his tongue up your sex, Trey could feel you shiver and pull on his hair as he ate you feverishly, like a man starved from food or water for ages.Â
âMmm! Trey!â You threw your head back, bringing one hand up to slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, the walls here werenât known to be sound-proof.Â
He should probably care a bit more, especially when you let out a particularly high-pitched squeal as his tongue began fucking into your hole.Â
âTrey! Oooh, Trey~âÂ
Bringing a finger to join his tongue, Trey smiled against your skin as you squeezed your thighs around his head, using his free hand to push his pants and underwear down to palm at his dick.Â
âTreyâaaaahâwait, let meâmmphâHoneyââ You let out a shuddering gasp, pulling his head up from your sex. Trey locked eyes with you, leaning into the hand you slid down to cup his cheek and caress his lower lips, wiping the slick and drool from the corner of his mouth.
âYes? Honey?â Removing his hand from inside you to cover your own hand and kiss your palm, Trey smiled and hummed, âI like that, you know, reminds me of a husband coming home to his spouse.â
Pressing kisses up your body, soft and tingly, up your neck, and back to your lips where they belonged.
âHmm, I really like the sound of that, (Name) Clover.â You murmured against his lips, smiling as you wrapped a leg around his waist to bring his dick closer to your sex, rubbing against him as you both sighed into each otherâs mouths.Â
âIs that what you want? You want me to be a cute little spouse? Dress up in a cute apron? Greet you when you come home from work?â
So focused on the softness of your lips and the wetness sliding against his dick, Trey didnât even notice you twisting your body to turn him onto his back, the back of his head hitting the back of his pillows as you sat on top with a cheeky grin.Â
âHm? How would my husband want me to welcome him home? A hug? A kiss? Mm, what aboutâŠme?â Trey watched you with flushed cheeks as you kissed down his body, mimicking his earlier actions as you helped him tug off the rest of his clothes.Â
âOh, how nice it would be for you to come back to a warm, clean home with a spouseâŠâ Looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a kitten lick to his tip. â...ready to give soft wet holes for you to fill~â
Giving him a vision into that sweet, sweet future, you swallowed his tip, down his shaft, and started sucking.Â
âHaaahââ
Trey lolled his head back into his pillow, letting out a breathless moan as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand working the rest that didnât fit into your mouth.Â
âFuuuuck. That does sound niceâmmh!â Reaching his hand down, you immediately took one of your hands to lace it with his, squeezing it as you hummed around his cock.Â
âMy lovely spouseânnnnghâtheir pretty mouthâunnnhâsoft holesâaaaahâall for me to come home to every day, what a dream~â
A particularly harsh suck made Trey arch his back and squeeze your hand harder, a giggle vibrating his dick as you pulled off.Â
âHehe, is this your way of proposing? Kinda dirty to do it with your dick on my mouth.â You giggled, pressing kisses and quick licks along his shaft.Â
âThatâs okay though, you and I both know that deep down, youâre a bit of a pervert. Right?â
Trey scoffed, tugging you up with a bemused smile. âYeah? How can you tell? Thought I hid that pretty well.â
A soft laugh escaping you, you held both of his hands, bringing them up to press kisses on his knuckles, making the green-haired man sigh fondly.Â
âThe way you look at me sometimes, like youâre undressing me. It makes me feel all warm and tingly, especially when I piss you off.â
Both of you let out a breathless moan as your wetness rubbed against his hard dick, grinding against one another as the tip occasionally caught against your hole, making you shiver.Â
âIs it bad that sometimes I wanna get you mad so youâll fuck me real mean? Is it bad that I want you to use me? To fuck your stress out with me?â
A lump forming in his throat, Trey let go of your hands to pull at the string holding your flimsy baby doll together. Eyes half lidded, he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, watching it pool at your elbows as you placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your grinding turned into vigorous humping against him, making you both gasp in pleasure.Â
âOoh, Trey, honey, baby, hubby~ Wonât you use me? Be a little mean? Pleeeease? Fuck me, fill me up like I know you want! Pleeeeease Trey? Pretty, pretty please?â
Lips smashed against yours as Trey bolted up, groaning into your mouth as he grabbed your hips in an almost painful grip.Â
He picked you up once again, throwing you on all fours, covers tangling against your knees and hands, as he ripped your dress off and tossed it.Â
Treyâs left hand placed itself on your hip, while his right pushed down on your back, following up your spine to the base of your neck where he pushed you down to shove your face into the sheets, forcing you into a doggy pose.
âSo you do like getting me in trouble, little brat. Fine, Iâll be mean.âÂ
Trey lined his dick against your throbbing hole, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your ear and moving the hand on your neck to wove with your right, squeezing it reassuringly.Â
âSqueeze three times if you need me to stop, otherwise, Iâm going to fuck that brain right out of your pretty little head, since you donât seem to be wanting to use it.â
In one, swift move, Trey slammed his hips to your ass, sinking nearly half his length into your warm, waiting hole.Â
âFUCK! YESâMMMPHâ Burying your face into the sheets to muffle your cries, Trey did the same into your shoulder, shivering at your tightness around him.Â
Setting a rhythm, hips smacking into your ass, Trey worked the rest of his cock into you until he could hear the smack of your ass against his hips, the sound echoing with the creak of the bed.
Your tightness around him was heavenly, as was the sight of you sinking further into the bed and arching your ass to sloppily meet his thrusts. Straightening again, bending your arm back so that your hands could remain intertwined.
His left hand caressed your back and the fat of your behind, before bringing it down in a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his hand in a vice grip, though you also tightened around his cock.Â
Rubbing a soothing circle against the reddening skin, slowed his thrusts, making you whine and push against him.Â
âHaaah, that okay? Feel good?â Trey murmured, smiling at the frantic nod and wiggle against him. âWant me to keep going?â
âMmmph... yessshh... mmmore, mmmore... pleeeashh, honey~â Your sounds were muffled as you bit into the blanket, getting higher and higher as he obliged, not one to deny you after all.Â
Every other thrust was met with a slap to one cheek, then the other, the skin turning redder and redder with his handprints marking you. The harder he went, the more and more slack you went, until he was eventually just fucking you like his personal toy.Â
Though, you did offer yourself as his present, didnât you? So it was only fair that he got to use his present as he wished, and right now, he wanted to feel you cumming around him.Â
Ceasing his smacks, making you whine, Trey instead melded his body against yours, the weight both overwhelming and comforting, as his left hand instead moved to your sex to rub you to completion.Â
Trey watched as you gasped for breath, completely burying your head into the bed to muffled your screams as you came around him, trembling and squeezing him.Â
The feeling of your walls pulsating around his shaft was becoming dangerously addicting, and he was very greedy for more of that.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck! Iâm so close! You can give me another one, right?â
Slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, Trey adjusted you so that you sat on his dick, kissing the side of your neck for reassurance as he let go of your hand to quickly slide his arms under your knees.Â
From all his years of tossing bags of flour and sugar, from kneading dough, from all the labor heâs done as a baker, picking you up was like childâs play.Â
Folding your knees up to your chest so he could hold you, back flush to his chest, was nothing for him. Everything for you, though, your over sensitive hole squeezing down on him again. Â
âFUCK! I caaame! Treytreytreytreyââ You dug a hand into his arm, tossing your head back and lolling your tongue out with a dumb, drooly smile on your lips.Â
âA-almost thereânnghâjust squeeze if I need to stopâIâm so close~â
Smashing his lips against yours for an open mouth, wet kiss, Trey pounded faster into you, determined to feel your walls pulsate again, this time as he filled your insides up like one of his pastries.Â
Then, an awful, perverted thought filled his head, like a devil was whispering in his ear.Â
Why doesnât he fill them up with his kids? Donât stop until his cum is drooling out of their hole, and go again to make up for the lost seed. He already wants them to be his spouse, why not add a few little ones to that picture?
Trey was losing any bit of restraint that he may have had as he was now determined to fullfill his fantasy. Even if you couldnât do it, magic made anything here possible, and right now is good practice anyway.
âIâmâaaaahhhâIâm gonna come inside, okay? Fill you up, yeah?â
Digging your nails into his skin, you nodded against his mouth and whined.Â
âYessssss! Fill me up! Inside! Gimme a baby Trey! I wanna make you a daaaaddy~â
Squeezing your legs further against your chest, Trey pounded faster and faster, trembling as he reached close and closer to his peak.Â
Warmth flooded his body, tingles, and he swears sparks, flying over his skin as he felt you clamp down on him for a third time.Â
Your voice squealed higher and higher, any previous attempt to be quiet for naught as you practically screamed.
Trey shuddered as he finally came, cum flooding your warm insides as you went limp in his arms.Â
Panting for air, both of you remained still for a minute, the bed feeling stuffy with the curtains still closed. After another minute, Trey pulled you up and off of him, shaky as his now limp dick left your warm, comfortable embrace.
Doing his best to gently place you on the bed, Trey let out a breathless laugh as you collapsed on the bed like a rag doll, blinking your eyes tiredly at the ceiling of the canopy.Â
âHaah, sorry, I went too hard there, huh?â
You shook your head, giving him a tired smile and reaching a hand for him, which he took and brought up to kiss.Â
âIt was good, really, good. You liked your present?â
Snorting and nodding, Trey carefully scooped you up to move your head onto the pillows and gently roll off your garter stocking, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he did.Â
âYeah, I did. Come on, let me get you a shirt.â
You whined as he pulled away, exhaustion starting to steep into him as he tied back the curtains to the canopy to let the stuffiness out. Trey picked up the baby doll heâd tossed earlier, placing it into his wardrobe drawer as he dug out a shirt and sweatpants for himself and a shirt for you.
As he closed the drawer, he noticed your backpack hidden underneath it, digging in it to grab you some underwear. You had packed a pair of pajamas, apparently, butâŠheâd rather see you in his clothes.Â
âHmm, honey? Come to bedâŠâ You whined, hands reaching out for him impatiently as he slipped on his clothes, crawling over to you and helping you slip your underwear and his shirt on.Â
âIâm here, Iâm here.â
Trey slowly blinked, eyelids heavy as he scoop you up to place you two under the covers, the soft mattress making him practically become one with the bed and you as you nestled into his chest.Â
Your legs tangled with his as Trey wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. He could feel fatigue and sleep quickly taking over him as your voice vibrated against his chest, soft and sleepy.Â
âHappy birthday honey, IâyawnâloveâŠyouâŠâ
A different kind of warmth, soft and sweet, filled him as he squeezed you tighter against him, murmuring back.Â
âI love you tooâŠâ
*Riiiing* *Riiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*
An irritating, loud noise filled Treyâs ears as he groaned, half-awake as he turned over to smack his hand on his phone, silencing the alarm.Â
âAahâŠNoisyâŠhhggh.â Trey groaned, rolling over, careful to not crush you under him to blindly reach for his glasses.Â
âGlassesâŠglassesâŠah..â
Plastic and glass finally under his palm, Trey slipped his glasses on his face, ultimately throwing himself back into bed next to you, whoâd begun shifting awake.
âMmm, honey?âÂ
Grunting in response, Trey threw an arm over his eyes, irritated at the sun seeping through the window into his eyes.Â
âEarlyâŠâ
You chuckled, a yawn escaping you as you decided to move closer and slip a hand under his shirt to rub at his chest, pressing kisses into his neck as well.Â
âYouâre so grumpy in the morning. Come on, you've got a big day ahead.â
ââŠUgh, I do?â
Snorting at his response, Trey grunted as he felt you move, peaking under his arm to see you resting on your elbow. You had puffy, dark circles under your eyes from the little sleep you managed to get.Â
âBirthdays are a pretty big deal, right?â Smiling at him, Trey squinted an eye and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in protest.
âUgggh, yeahâŠâ
Hearing you hum, Trey groaned in surprise as he felt you straddle his waist and caress his neck and cheeks, making him remove his arm to blink up at you.Â
Your hair was a tangled mess, sticking up in all sorts of places. The bags under your eyes more noticeable under the night. His shirt dwarfed you. You were a hot mess, all things considered.Â
He probably wouldnât say it out loud, with how cute you were last night, but he thinks you look most beautiful like this. Better than any frilly, skimpy, or tight outfit.
âCome on, Birthday Boy, want me to give you a little pick me up?â
Kissing him with a smile, Trey moaned into the lazy, sloppy morning kiss, tilting his head back as you pressed kissed down his neck, deciding to work on leaving a love bite at the nape of his neck.
Treyâs phone chimed, making him sigh as he reached for it, letting you continue your love bites and kisses,Â
Squinting at the few messages, it seemed like a few of his friends and classmates were already sending him birthday wishes. Though, a message from Cater made him blot up, a sudden shock of alertness running down his spine.Â
âAh! Trey, what is it?â
cay-cay_diamond: morning!! happy bday 2 the bday boi again! thought i let u no tht u owe me a favor, had 2 cast a silencing spell on ur roum last nite. totes ruined my beauty sleep! cay-cay_diamond: also i know u got ur lil cutie 2 distract ya, but liek dont b l8 2 ur bday breakfast, grimmy might eat it!
âShit, we were too loud, Cater had to cast a silencing spell on the room.â
You made an âohâ shape with your mouth, giving Trey an apologetic smile.Â
âSorry, but at least you enjoyed it, right?â
Trey smiled, more awake now, and nodded, sharing a sweet kiss with you.Â
âDefinitely. You might have to consider making your go-to gift for now on, itâs gotta be my favorite one Iâve ever gotten.â
He solidified that statement with one more, firm, assuring kiss with you, before having to leave your sweet dream into the real world.Â
At least he could have one part of that dream with him at his side from now on: you.Â
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Thinking about Sevika with a reader she thought was a bit on the innocent side finding out reader has her nipples pierced đ«
Ok why have I never thought of this before? I love this request đ€«
Heaven Sent
Sevika x Female Reader
Cw: Hyper fem bartender! reader (the bartender part has little to no impact on the plot?). Sex: thigh riding, nipple play, biting.
On my soul if a man interacts. I will actually wage war.
Proofread || Note: I AM SOOO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE, guys Iâve been so flipping busy itâs not even a joke anymore.
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She thought you were an angel sent just for her. Walking around with a sense of femininity that reeled everyone in. It was the change in tone you directed at her; she thought you were into her. Mainly because you seemed to show the same interest back, as friends or not she thought of it as a win.
One thing that stuck to her was how âinnocentâ you looked. Even working at a barâ The Last Dropâ you looked as if youâd never touched an inch if intimacy before. Sevika wasnât fully understanding of why she thought of you in that way, but she did. To be frank, it was a turn on.
In the back of her mind, she liked thinking about ruining you. About feeling the skin you had hid underneath your delicate clothing. About showing you what else there was to life. About giving you pleasure; until you couldnât handle it anymore.
Eventually, she came around to talking to you. Having friendly conversations and making you laugh with her dad jokes. The woman always found your laugh.. lively, adorable, the way your nose would scrunch and youâd hide your face. It made her feel a sense of pride, knowing she could make someone like you smile.
But, the thing she was completely unaware of was that you werenât the sweet, heaven sent angel she thought of you as. There was much more under your layered top that would have her jaw drop, and you wanted to see it for yourself.
You both knew there was something much deeper than a friendship, and on a slow night at The Last Drop, that tension was able to break.
You grab your purse, throw it over your shoulder, and walk towards the door. Sevika was busy with poker, winning every damn round and pissing off the men that surrounded the small table. But, as her eyes laid on you walking towards the exit, she surrendered to the men and decided to walk you home. It was the least a âfriendâ could do, right?
Wrong.
She ended up crashing her lips against yours and pinning you against your fluffy, cool sheets, flesh hand gripping your arch as she had you flush against her chest. You didnât know how you ended up where you were now, but in all honesty you didnât seem to give a shit. Youâd had a huge crush on the woman atop of you for months, and finally having her touch you was the direction youâd been aiming forâ and you got it.
Sevikaâs dark lips planted kisses down your neck, marking your shoulders with hickeys. Just to let everyone know the pretty thing underneath her was.. well, herâs. Your palms were sweaty, heart was racing, and your face felt hot. Donât get yourself started on your needy little cunt. There wasnât anything convincing you to stop, everything was just perfect. The way she handled you, placing you on her lap. You were convinced youâd get laid, and it turned out that that was exactly what happened.
Without an utter, Sevika stripped you of your clothes. Bra bra and panties the only things left, causing her grey eyes to roam over your figure. With you straddling her, the woman was sure to lose control at any given moment. Which, made the situation further more intimateâ thrilling. In a way.
She used her mech arm to steady herself, and that was itâs only purpose for she wouldnât let it anywhere near you. With her flesh hand pressed against the small of your back, she pulled you closer. Chest against chest, you were sure sheâd feel your piercing against her. But, no, she didnât seem to. Too caught up in the moment? You thought so. A laced bra covering the metal that pierced through your skin, you let her kiss down to it, her fingers fiddled with the latch as she tried taking it off. The woman was struggling.
âCanât do it?â Your voice hummed through her, and she scoffed. âSurprised you canât take off a bra, Sev,â you teased, she gave you an eye roll in response before tossing your bra aside. âIâm not anââ her silver eyes landed on your chest and she barely stopped her jaw from dropping. Her attention was fixated on the metal that pierced through your hardened nipples, the sight of it making her mouth, noticeable, run dry. Sevika was silent for a moment, and that moment felt like an eternity. She just stared, absolutely mesmerized by the sight. âWhat?â Your voice broke through the silence and she smugly chuckled, lips curled into a smirk afterwards. âYâdidnât tell me about these,â her thumb pressed against your bud as she felt around; causing you to bite back a moan. âYou never asked?â Was what she got in return, it was meant to be a tease but only ended up slipping out as a sigh.
âWhatâs next? You got your kitty pierced?â Her teeth sunk into your shoulder as she pressed your cunt against her front, mech arm gripping onto your thigh. Sevika wasnât planning on using her prosthetic, but now having realized you werenât as innocent she had thought, she wouldnât hold back. Maybe even break you. âNo, actually. I.. I donât,â her flesh fingers gave your nipples a pinch. And, for a second, it felt like everything had begun to spin. You were uneasy in the best way possible.
Her taller figure leaned down against you as she kissed her way down to your chest, each peck hot and breathy until she wrapped her dark lips around you. Your eyes watched her as she ran her tongue over your nipples, licking the metal all the while gently sucking. Your body, from head to toe, was heated. On fire from her heavenly touch, even the way she pressed against you. Youâd never been so close to the woman, only ever been given a tap or a shove. Nothing like this, and, boy, was it good.
âDoes it hurt?â Eyes fixated on your right tit as her flesh hand kneaded your left. You shake your head at her question, barely able to keep yourself from loosing control. The woman, on the other hand, was enjoying having you in her mouth, just feeling all over your bud was enough to arouse herself. With a swift, steady movement, Sevika pressed her thigh against you; your cunt, more specifically. She let you rub your heat and work for your own orgasm. The woman even guided you, hand gripping your ass as she helped your hips rock. âYâever done this?â
âHave I ever.. done this?â You echoed, trying to wrap your mind around the question all the while trying to focus on the friction between your thighs. Both tasks left you hazy innthe head. This,â she gently bit down on your nipple; which you breathlessly moaned at. âI.. I guess?â You werenât up to Sevikaâs level, who had seen countless pussy with her fourty years of experience. The woman knew her shit, making you spread wider all the while attacking your bare skin. She seemed to be a beast in bed, biting onto your neck and leaving marks, even bruising your shoulder as a result of your pretty little noises. She enjoyed them deeply, even smirking proudly everytime she heard them escape.
Almost everything she did had you in a trance; her humm of approval against your neck, her grip on your ass, her breath tickling your sensitive skin, even her silver eyes; that were focused on you. She watched as your jaw dropped, lips parted, and eyes become lidded. Every bit of your reaction had her in a chokehold, especially knowing that the girl she once saw as an angel was now straddling her thigh, moaning in her ear, was as wet as water, and was rocking rubbing against her. It was something she found too attractive to not comment on, âpretty girl enjoying herself?â She murmured, knowing full well you were. âMm-hm, I am, Sev, I am,â nonetheless your answer made her feel fuzzyâ though she hid that from you, hid the fact that you made her all mushy, all soft.
You continued your grind against Sevika, rubbing back and fourth until you felt your orgasm pooling. Her every touch, brush, made every hair on your body stand. Every kiss, suck, bite, and grip left you with a clouded feeling. The release would be too good, you practically craved it. Growing desperate and needy, you rub harder. Your clit pulsed for more, a finger up your cunt possibly. âUh-huh, look aâyou. Such a cute little thing.â The woman purred, pressing her dark lips against yours. They held a sense of tenderness, too soft to be rough but too strong to be gentle. Even when her tongue ran over your bottom lip, it was as if she didnât know how much you wanted. How much you could handle, even.
But, when your sweet, much needed orgasm finally hit, it was like every fiber in you screamed for the woman giving you pleasure. You clung to her; hands gripping her dark hair, face burried and nuzzling into her, and your hips lightly shuddering against hers. Sheâd gladly help you ride out your high. She wrapped her flesh arm around your waist as her mech helped the two of you keep balance, she pushed you to rock further until she was certain you were finished.
Heavily breathing and deeply satisfied, you kept close. Sevika, feeling the need to show affection, shifted the two of you on your sides. Her mech over your waist, flesh under your head, the woman kept you warm and comfortable. Never forgetting to pepper that precious face of yours with kisses, the type of kisses that get your heart to skip a beat. âYou can ride.â She teased, entangling her fingers with your hair and brushing through. Carefull to not tug, pull. âI could do more than.. that.â Was your smug reply.
âMore? âLeast catch your breath, doll. I bet I could have you knocked out in a few.â
âOh? Really?â
âYeah, really.â
And thwn yo gust get married and have 8 kids.
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hello, my love! i cometh to the with a poly!marauders request.
i havenât fleshed it out in my head, but could you write something revolving around them talking about r while sheâs âasleepâ? the way it came was in the sh drabble, reader falls asleep on james after the tough convo. i thought of a nice follow-up where the lads talk about ways to support them while they think sheâs asleep and she feels so safe and supported and itâs just fluffy and cute.
it doesnât have to be around sh or anything like that! just something fluffy and cute where they talk about her when they think sheâs fallen asleep on one of the lads. it could be about past trauma they want to support her with, a trigger and them discussing how to go about helping, etc. - anything you fancy at all. i could use some soft fluff â€ïž
Thanks for requesting lovely <3
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Siriusâ thumb is sweeping a slow back-and-forth over the baby hairs at your temple. You can feel his chest rising and falling beneath your head, hear his heart inside it, smell the heady spice of his cologne, but youâre sleepy enough that those things fuzz together, melt into the gooey softness of dozing.Â
James and Remus are tidying in the kitchen. Youâve been distantly aware of their low, continual sounds, but you donât register the change until Remusâ footsteps near the couch where you and Sirius are lying, the floor creaking beneath his feet.Â
âDo either of youâoh.â His voice drops to a hush when Sirius shushes him. âIs she asleep?âÂ
You have the notion to make some small sound, but your mind is sluggish. When Sirius murmurs, âyeah,â before you can, you decide to let it go.Â
Remus makes a soft tsking sound. You feel the couch bend near your feet. âShould we wake her? She might not sleep well tonight if she does now.âÂ
âI donât care when she sleeps.â Siriusâ thumb keeps stroking at your temple, his voice as soft as youâve ever heard it. You think that you may never get past the oddity of being held by him like this. When you first met Sirius, any tenderness had to be disguised as flirting. In a moment like this he would have woken you with sweet, tickling kisses mushed into your neck, growling about how you were too cute to let sleep before making some joke about how if you want to get me into the bedroom, gorgeous, there are quicker ways. And it was all in good fun, youâd enjoyed it and known the real sentiments that lay beneath all his levity. But over time that showy, over-the-top amorousness has morphed into a more sincere sort of fondness, and you like this version of Sirius even more. âOnly that she does sleep,â he finishes. âShe hasnât been getting much of it lately.âÂ
âNo,â Remus hums. âIâve noticed.âÂ
There are a few moments of soft, blanketing silence between them. You start to drift off again, but then another pair of footsteps comes.Â
Remus must make some silent signal, because James whispers, âSheâs sleeping?âÂ
Two hums.Â
âItâs not like her to sleep during the day.âÂ
âWe donât think sheâs been getting much of it during the night, either,â sighs Remus.Â
James makes a low cooing sound. The throw piled by your feet finds its way up to your shoulders.Â
âJames.â Remusâ voice is stern.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âDonât touch her face,â says Sirius.Â
âSorry,â James laughs softly. âShe just looks so cute.âÂ
âWell, try to restrain yourself.âÂ
âOkay, okay.â But a pair of lips touches down ever so softly on your forehead, and you hear Siriusâ amused chuff. âWhy do you think it is that sheâs not been sleeping?â James asks.Â
Remus hums. âMânot sure. I think she may just be a bit overwrought.âÂ
Your chest aches at the caring in his tone. Siriusâ free arm bands across your shoulders, a protective, solid weight.Â
âSheâll be alright,â he murmurs. âShe just needs a little extra help at the moment, is all.âÂ
âMaybe we could bake something tonight,â says James. âShe always likes that.âÂ
Remusâ voice is warm with affection. âThatâs sweet, Jamie. Maybe something simple, so she can just relax.âÂ
âLike decorating cookies?âÂ
âDo we have the stuff for that?â Sirius wonders.Â
James scoffs, and you feel Siriusâ chin bump your head as though a forceful kiss has been pressed upon the top of his. âAs if youâd have any idea whatâs in our pantry. Cute.âÂ
A smile tugs at your lips. You shift slightly to hide it, turning your face further into Siriusâ chest. All three boys go quiet.Â
Sirius rubs your shoulder gently. âItâs okay, baby,â he murmurs, lips to your hair. âGo back to sleep.â Your boyfriends stay silent as you settle, and for a cautious while after that.Â
âSheâs so precious,â Remus whispers, almost too softly for anyone to hear.Â
James makes a quiet sound of agreement. âI hate when sheâs upset.âÂ
âI donât think sheâs very upset,â Remus muses. âOr if she is, she might not know herself. Itâs all just a bit much right now, I think.âÂ
âSheâll be okay,â Sirius says again. His hand is moving over your shoulder still. You think he might do it for hours if it kept you from waking, he loves you that much. Your heart feels too big for your chest. âWeâll take care of her. Cookies, right?âÂ
âItâs a start,â Remus agrees.Â
âJames, I swear to god, if you wake her I will fill your shoes with dog shit.âÂ
âI wonât,â James swears. âRelax.â He presses his lips to the tip of your nose, and both the other boys sigh.
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Sevika, and reader on her period headcanon...
Sevika is in her late 30s and probably doesn't suffer with her period-or do-, but dating a younger woman, at the peak of hormones and period, makes her think about her time and asks herself how she handles you and all your versions during it.
She knows your period is coming by just seeing your breasts swelling, some complaints about your back hurting, and mood changing during the day as you always do but never remember it's that time of the month.
She always has a lot of pads, your favorite food stockpiled, medicine for your various pains, always ready to massage your back, legs and belly, brings you a lot of water and a hot water bottle for cramps.
"Doll, it's normal to have a period. Don't be angry or disgusting for it. I know you don't like having pains, and all that stuff period brings on, but it's normal. And you have me by your side."
Your mood swings are a challenge for her, but she handles somehow. Just like the day you two were walking around Zaun, enjoying a street food you begged her to buy and then she notices you're not by her side, looking back to see you stuck in the place, your eyes on the ground, on your food on the ground. She immediately ran back to you, soothing you as your eyes filled with tears and mumbled that you haven't even bitten. "That's alright, doll. Have mine and everything is fine."
Or the day she made a joke at the wrong time and wrong place, making everyone at the table in Last Drop alternate gaze between you two just to look away when you lashed out on her and left the place without her. Or the day a woman looked at her for too long, and you had to show that woman that your woman was your woman. Or tried to throw punches at every man whistling at you- Ran had to stop you and Sevika at this one.
She thought your period cravings were something else. Why so much sugar?!? It's was possible worse than pregnancy cravings. "Are you on your period, or are you pregnant?
"I'm craving something sweet, like really sweet." You said, searching for something in the cabinets. "Have some sugar." You looked at her with fire on your eyes, and she felt a cold sweat run down her back. "What about some chocolate cake, ice cream, or some food deep-rooted with sugar? I'll buy it, doll."
She can't keep up with your energy, always accepting whatever you want and following behind you everywhere with a scowl, but making sure you're good, safe, and happy. She doesn't understand how you have so much energy left after doing a lot of things during the day to her about your day and plans, just to fall asleep suddenly.
She also handled you crying over everything and making traps for her, like asking her if she'd love you if you were a worm, or her worst nightmare: "Would you love me if I was from topside?" and her long silence was answer enough for you to start weeping. "Doll, it's just a dumb thought. Of course I'd love you and gonna be with you forever. I promise!"
She prefers to handle you when you are calmer, too sore to handle the world on your back, and stays in bed, being doted by her. She always cuddles you, her human hand on your belly to warm it up, whispering sweet nothings or watching a movie with you, both wrapped in the blankets. "I love you too, doll."
Maybe the best thing about your period is the much horniness you have during it. Your wild side is always showing up at this time of the month; always teasing her with dirty whispers, handsy. She loves fucking you, making love to you, making you cum and all. But, damn, you've come three times already, and you're looking at her with those eyes again, and she isn't young anymore, she needs to catch her breath. "Please, Vika. Just one more. You can use your fingers on me this time. Pleaseee."
She loves it when you are horny and take the lead, playing with yourself, teasing her until she does something about it and makes slow, tender, sweaty love to you. "Fuck, doll. Your pussy is so wet and creamy for me, gotta fuck it properly, huh. Do you want this? Want my cock deep inside your pussy? Good girl, doll..."
Your crazy ideas always caught her by surprise. She is sure that these ideas are made up before your period, and you only come with them to blame on the "period hehehe"
"You know what? I really want-" "Please, a normal thing for once." "You to impregnate me." A silence in the room. "Impossible, doll." "What do you mean it's impossible? DON'T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE?!?" "It's biological Impossible to get you pregnant with my babies." "Well. We gotta keep trying, vika!"
Your low self-esteem is the biggest problem, like how she's gonna put inside your head that you are the most beautiful person in Zaun? The prettiest woman she's ever laid eyes on! "Your body is completely fine! Your skin is normal! You're not fat, square, or I don't know! Your clothes are completely fitting, you're fucking beautiful and perfect. The only woman for me, doll!"
At the end of your period, she would be exhausted, needing vacations away from Zaun, but glad to have you surviving another period without trying to kill her and every other Zaun citizen. She would be so glad to have her girl back, not that you're much different but still.
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The wild thing about the lesbians are predatory narrative is that it can be very prevalent within queer circles :///
#nana says#in hs i wasnt out as a lesbian per say but our entire friend group was lgbt+#and there was one other lesbian that i didnt really know that well but she was friends with some of the ppl in our group#and she was very openly a lesbian and it feels like they hated her for that?? i cant explain it but#she never did anything wrong imo yet they always talked about her when she wasnt around as if she was creepy#and i never understood why they thought that from what i know about her she was just loud and thats rlly it#im only friends with two of the ppl from this group now#but they used to ALWAYS make jokes about not wanting to change around her or hug her and its like#ur literally a bi girl??? why do u think her being a lesbian makes her predatory when ppl can apply the same logic to you???? im confused!!#tbh it was specifically 2 ppl in the group who were the most vocal like this and i cut them off like right before the end of hs because they#had so many weird takes on things that were pissing off so many ppl in our group#lesbophobia /
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post it note | s. reid
summary; when yours and spencer's schedules begin to clash making it hard to see each other - even while living together, a silent act of affection in the shape of a post it note helps make all better.
warnings; fem reader, reader has a job that needs her to wake up early, literally no angst really at all, this is pure fluff, the fluffest fluff ever, established relationships, this was gonna be a no dialogue fic, but there is dialogue and its the sweetest ever. spencer is clingy, spencer is SOO in love.
an; this is the fluffiest shit ive ever written, also i finally figured out how to make custom colours on this silly thing. 2k words yay.
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It was a month since Spencer had asked you to move in with him when it all started. You wanted to be able to see each other more, since it was difficult to do so when he was being called out to cases constantly. While you would see each other when he got back, see each other whenever you could, between your work, and his, it made it difficult. You already had clothes at his house. The first time you had ever come over, he had given you a drawer in his dresser, dedicated to whatever you wanted to put into it.
That drawer grew to your necklaces and rings being left on his side table, a version of your perfume next to his cologne on top of his dresser, a toothbrush next to his in the white mug he used as a makeshift toothbrush holder, a pair of your shoes by the door, a few of your coats hanging up next to his by the entrance, your favourite snacks and drinks stocked in his pantry and fridge, you basically already lived there â because Spencer wanted you to be comfortable in the place of his house whenever you were there
So you moving in was a no brainer.
Unfortunately, it seemed the issue wasnât such an easy fix. While you got comfortable in his home, and saw him somewhat more than before, new issues occurred. He didnât get home most nights till you were already fast asleep, curled up on the side of the bed dedicated to you, he would shower and change as quietly as possible not to wake you, then he would slip into bed and pull you into his arms. You would shuffle and ease into his touch, he would fall asleep holding you, you would remain asleep in his arms.
Then, in the morning you would wake up before him to leave for work. You hated that, having to unwrap his arms from you and watch him shuffle uncomfortably before finding a replacement to your warmth in the thick covers. You would get ready quietly, before you would spend a moment sitting on the edge of the bed, making sure he was comfortable as you brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, admiring his peaceful features, placing a kiss on his forehead before you left for the day.
When you did see each other, properly, consciously. Everything was fine, it was great. It was mostly when Spencer got to finish work earlier, being able to be home for dinner when you made it. Sometimes he would call you and ask you to hold off making dinner till he got home, just so he could make it with you. You always would. Those evenings the two of you would spend in the kitchen making dinner with each other, he would wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back as he leant down to rest his chin on your forehead. Youâd sway softly together to whatever music you had been playing quietly in the background while he mumbled gently whispers of love into your ear.
On the mornings you didnât have to work as early, youâd sleep in, Spencer would wake up earlier those days to spend the morning with you before he had to leave for work. He would pull you closer so you were basically laying on his chest, he would pepper your face with kisses as you let out a string of sweet laugher that made his chest swell. It was the same routine, he would lean in for a kiss, youâd complain about morning breath and then kiss him anyways before you brushed your teeth together making sweet jokes.Â
The sweet evenings and giddy mornings made those nights and mornings you didnât get to properly spend time together a little easier to cope with.
The idea came to you one night while you were cleaning up before bed. Spencer had called you a few hours ago to let you know that he was going to be there a little later. He always lets you know. He didnât want to leave you hanging, and he never did. You understood the demands of his job, youâd never blame him for that. You two were handling the difficulties the best you could. However as you cleaned the kitchen your mind drifted.Â
Moments later you were digging through the drawers in his home office, pulling out a pile of dulled out pink post it notes (ones he had started using rather than yellow ones because you said you liked them.) You grabbed a pen from the collection he had laid out, neatly organised on the side of his desk, and wrote a soft âI love youâ on the top note, before pulling it away from the rest of the collection, placing the rest back in his draw and putting his pen back, exactly how it was, before you stood and paddered through the house.
You stuck it to the door where you knew he would see it. You didnât have to worry about him missing it. Spencer spent time making sure the doors and windows were locked, not only because he knew the dangers of otherwise, but he had taken that small routine so much more seriously since you had moved in. You knew he would notice it. That's all you wanted. Sure, you couldâve just sent it as a text, but chances are Spencer would see it as soon as you sent it. That wasnât what you wanted. The nights you werenât up to see him when he got home, you werenât able to mumble the soft reminder to him before you fell asleep, give him any sort of affection later in the night. It was a small thing, but you hoped he found it sweet.
The next morning you woke up tangled in Spencerâs arms. He was fast asleep, eyebrows furrowed in comfort, lips slightly parted as soft breaths left his lips. Your heart pulled as you untangled yourself from his arms and left the bed. You watched for a moment as his brows furrowed further, arms reaching out for your body in his sleep and your stomach flipped. That moment you looked away, knowing if you didnât you would end up back in his arms and not at work. You moved around the room quietly, getting yourself ready trying your best not to wake him.Â
âCome backâ You heard his voice and your head spun to see he had shifted to sit up a little bit more, watching as you moved around the room. His eyes were lidded with sleep and he was clearly unimpressed by your absence. This was why you tried to be so quiet in the mornings. He had said numerous times you could wake him up before you left, but then the one time you did, it ended in you both calling in sick to work and staying in bed for way too many hours.
âGood morningâ You replied as you pulled on your jacket before you walked over to him. Not giving into his request despite how much you wanted to. You hand reached out to brush strands of messy hair away from his forehead, then getting distracted and running your hand gently through the soft strands of hair. His hand caught your wrist softly, pulling your hand to interlace his fingers with yours before he pressed his lips against your knuckles softly, your chest warmed.
âHi angel,â he mumbled back, looking up at you. His hand gently tugged on yours trying to silently plead you back into his arms. It took a lot of self control not to give in and bury yourself into the place next to him, forget about work and any responsibilities and lose to him.
But you had a moment, and if Spencer was awake, you would spend it with him.
âHow was work?â You asked, a lot of the time the question came the day after. Not hearing about his day immediately didnât make you any less interested in hearing about it. You allowed yourself to shuffle closer to him, your forearm resting gently against his chest as he continued to press his lips against your knuckles softly.
He huffed out a warm breath of air against the skin of your fingers, âFine, I missed youâ he said gently. You were sure every time he said something your heart doubled in size, because although you had heard the words from him maybe a million times, it didnât change how sweet he sounded saying them. The rest of the time you had before needing to leave for work was a mix between getting ready, and trying to deny Spencerâs soft pleaâs for you to stay just a few minutes more before he finally gave in to letting you leave for the day, not without a few soft kisses to your lips, and your loving complaint about morning breath.
When you left the bedroom, ready, you made your way to the kitchen to make coffee like every other morning. You and Spencer liked two different types of coffee beans, he always made sure to keep them both stocked. You got the travel cup ready before making your way over to the pantry to get out your coffee beans, your heart swelled almost painfully at the sight when you opened the door.
The post it note you had stuck to the door, was placed on your bag of coffee beans. You had almost forgotten about it, but with the silent acknowledgement that he had seen it, you couldnât help the smile on your face. The fact he could have just smiled and binned it, but instead moved it to a place he knew you would see it, like you had for him. It was the silent act of love and affection that made the nights and mornings you didnât get to spend time together so much easier.
When you got home, before you went to bed you moved the post it note to his desk in his home office, when you woke up to leave for work, he had moved it to your work bag. From that point on it became a silent game between the two of you. Neither of you vocally acknowledged it, you didnât need to. Each night before you went to bed you would move it for him to find when he got home, each morning you would find it in a new place. It became something you looked forward to everyday, finding out where he had placed it.
It had been a year since it started, the same post it note was used every time, the same one that you had placed on the door the first time. You both kept up with it, there wasnât a single day either of you skipped moving it around, even the days you had off, or the days Spencer finished early. Whoever woke up first would move it, and whoever went to bed last would move it again.Â
You were wrapped in Spencerâs arms, one of the nights he was able to finish early. You were pretty sure he had already moved the post it note since he had pressed kisses against your forehead before telling you to stay in bed, before he left the room for a few minutes, then returned with a giddy smile.
He was half asleep when he murmured out your name, your head resting on his chest as his arms remained tightly wrapped around you. You had let out a soft hum in response, the tiredness affecting you just as much as him. He had leant down and nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head.
âWhen I propose, I'm gonna do it with a thousand post it notesâ He spoke so gently, voice laced with sleep. Your breath hitched slightly even in the tired state, your mind fogged and your chest aches â in the best way at the mention of him proposing. The vocal mention of the game you two had been playing for the last year of your relationship, the fact the silent ache was so insanely important to him, just like it was to you.
âYeah?â you whispered back. You felt him nod into your hair as his fingers came to slowly brush through the strands.
âMhm, Then I wanna be buried with the original.â
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Back in the dawn of days I worked at Red Robin. It was my first real job after a brief stint at a dog kennel. Many people donât know this but thereâs a costume. A Red Robin mascot costume. Iâd never seen it before I worked there.
Heâs a violently red bird with empty eyes, a vacant grin, the most atrocious yellow leggings youâve ever seen, and feet to make any Kingdom heart character swoon. His name was Red.
I was a host, and we were the only ones called upon to wear the costume. Weâd don the bright yellow tights and corporate fursuit with someone leading us by the hand so we didnât crash into everything.
The mesh screen in Redâs gaping mouth was supposed to let the wearer look out. Visibility was a joke. The restaurant was a dark gray haze of bustle from inside Redâs head. So every Tuesday and Thursday thereâd be a two hour shift of a designated Bird Buddy leading the visually impaired sacrifice around.
After being forced to wear it during a heat wave and vomiting from the overwhelming temperature, I had vowed to never wear it again. But every new host always had a tiny secret longing to wear it when they first started. This desire never survived the full two hour shift.
So I was working a day shift with a newer host, Lauren, who had been openly enthusiastic to wear it. The manager hustled up to tell us that a little kid was here for his birthday and desperately wanted to see Red. We werenât scheduled but impromptu requests could be accommodated when the restaurant was slow.
I said, âGreat, Lauren can do it and I can be her buddy.â
I grabbed the hapless Lauren and dragged her to the dry goods storage where the suit was stored and where we changed. I closed the door and dragged the suit down. It had a particular greasy ground in smell to it.
Frying food, hot oil, and body odor had all permeated the faux fur with a unique reek. The management mouthed empty nothings that the suit was sent for monthly cleanings. It was common knowledge they were lying through their teeth. The smell of Red was eternal and unchanging.
âOkay, so take off your pants, put on the tights, then step into the body and Iâll zip you up. Then you get a vest and the head goes on last, got it?â
Lauren stared at me. I stared back. She made no move to change.
âOkayâŠâ I repeated, âSo you take off your pants and put on the tights?â
Lauren shifted nervously, silent. Not changing.
âDo you need me to turn aroundâŠ?â It hadnât occurred to me that she might be shy based on her personality, all the hosts were fairly blasĂ© about changing in front of each other.
âI didnâtâŠ.â Her voice dwindled to a decimal only perceivable by bats.
âWhatâs that?â
Blushing vibrantly she raised her voice to the level of a tiny mouse to squeak, âIâm not wearing underwearâŠ.â
I stared at her harder. Our uniform pants were dark denim jeans. The thought of rubbing my bare pussy into denim for a whole shift was on par with dry humping a sheet of sandpaper. âYouâre⊠youâre not wearing⊠anything?â
She shook her head miserably.
We both regarded the yellow tights worn by most of the host staff. We contemplated a lack of underwear being pressed into those communal tights, adding to the miasma of Redâs smells.
But I was sure as fuck not getting in that costume.
âMake sure to take the tights home and wash them.â
Her eyebrows went up. She met the bitter steel in my eyes and crumpled. I turned my back and she did what she had to, slipping naked as a babe into the neon spandex of Redâs tights. Lauren trustingly kept a grip on my hand as I navigated her through trays and tables to terrify the tiny birthday boy.
To the best of my knowledge, she never did wash the tights.
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It seems like a lot of the anti-transmasculinity/transandrophobia discourse revolves around the ideas that either this does not occur, does not occur in real life, or is just transmascs viewing criticisms of transmisogynistic transmascs as oppression, so hereâs a story.
I live with some other people around my age, and I stopped using my deadname with them earlier this year. it hasnât been that long, about 3 months, but generally, they use my correct name with an occasional mistake, usually followed up by a correction. one of them, however, just cannot seem to stop deadnaming me, often without correcting afterwards. when they do notice theyâve gotten it wrong, itâs usually followed up by a big thing about how they donât know why theyâre so bad at it or blaming it on being drunk if theyâre drunk, but often not an apology.
an additional piece of thisâmy partner, who is a trans woman, changed the name they use around the same time, but this person almost always gets her name right. this person knows me a bit better/longer than they do her, but not that much better/longer, and generally, when I am around them, my partner is also there. (adding a cut here because this is gonna be long)
I talked with my therapist about this at my last session. I was seeking advice on how to handle it, but I also spent a lot of time just complaining and running through different incidences of this happening. I ended up telling her about some of the weird things this person said to me when I first started socially transitioning, including them saying that they were sad when I came out because they (direct quote) âdidnât want to stop seeing me as a genderless elfâ (???!?) (I had previously identified as nonbinary and used any pronouns) and followed that up by saying that they hated men, which they then followed up by saying ânot trans men thoughâ (which like okay but then why bring that up in this conversation).
In talking my therapist, I circled back to the deadnaming issue and said that I thought this person was doing this to me and not my partner because my partner is more feminine than I am masculine (in social behavior and the way we look as two people that have not started medically transitioning). my therapist pushed back on this and said that, based on all the things I said, it seemed more like this person just didnât want to see me as a man.
this blew my mind a little because I, a transmasculine person who spends way too much time on trans and transmasc internet, did not put the situation in this context while my therapist, a cis woman who is supportive but not super aware of the trans experience, did. it made a lot of sense though, and fit into the context of my other experiences and interactions with this person.
this person is a nonbinary person who has never identified as or been seen as a man. they are supportive of trans people generally and of their rights. they are also someone who believes that woman are inherently better than men. this generally doesnât have much of an impact on the cis men we live withâfor them, this more comes as being around for jokes that might make them a little uncomfortable, but doesnât stop them from being seen as men. for me, this means I have to deal with the fact that this person doesnât want to see me as a man and deadnames me accordingly, seemingly because they see me transitioning as a loss.
my point here is that when transmasculine people say that there are issues they face specifically related to them being transmasculine, thatâs not a lie or a hypothetical. there is a stark contrast between the way this person treats my transfem partner and myself (and, after talking with someone whoâs lived here with this person for longer, other transmasculine people who have lived in the house). they are supportive of trans people as a group, but not of transmasculinity, and I have to deal with the consequences.
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Untouchable
[Katsuki Bakugo x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: When a classmate breaks a well-known rule within the dorm, you decide to take it upon yourself to âfixâ the issue.
WC: 2863
Category: Mega Fluff, Kindhearted!Reader, Todoroki being an icon (like always đ
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I donât know about you guys, but writing for Bakugo is the single hardest thing I have ever done. He is SUCH a difficult character to get right đ
I believe I did him justice, though đđ
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Kaminari had a death wish. That was the only logical explanation for why the electric blonde was currently in the common room with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, along with a bowl of ramen that just so happened to belong to one Katsuki Bakugo.
Food was the one thing the explosive hero didn't joke around with, and the rest of Class 1-A was painfully aware of that fact. It was like a rule that had been ingrained into everyone's minds after spending any amount of time around the temperamental blonde.
Do not, under any circumstances, mess with Bakugo's food. Ever.
So the moment you had walked out of the kitchen and saw the familiar spice-infused soup in Kaminari's hands, you knew there was about to be a disaster. And that disaster was going to happen at the cost of the boy's life.
You were about to warn Kaminari when a familiar voice stopped you, its monotone quality giving away that it belonged to the heterochromatic hero. "Don't."
Todoroki shook his head at your concerned expression, a sigh leaving his lips. "It's not worth the effort; he'll learn the hard way. I would suggest standing back unless you want to get hit."
As if on cue, the sound of a bowl shattering against the floor echoed through the common room, and you flinched as bits of ramen and broth splattered your pants and shoes. You could only imagine what kind of mess it would have made if you had been standing any closer.
At the same time, Jiro sighed, plugging her ears as she muttered, "So much for getting some peace and quiet today."
Kaminari stood a few feet away from the mess, his entire body trembling in fear. He was too scared to move, frozen to the spot. His golden eyes were glued to the blonde standing before him, a murderous aura surrounding the ash-blonde.
"Bakugo, look, I can explainâ"
The blonde's crimson eyes flashed in anger, and his face contorted into a feral snarl as he cut the electric user off. You couldn't stop the flinch that shook your body at the tone. "You... you..."
"It's just one bowl of ramen, dude! I'm sure you could easily make another one!" Kaminari exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his chest frantically. "I mean, come on, I know you love spicy food, but surely you're not that much of a monster that you'd kill me over it! Especially with something so mild as that!"
The room went silent, and Kaminari's words echoed in everyone's ears, but it only took Todorokiâs comment for the tension to change from fearful to downright chaotic.
"That was his last packet."
It was almost comical how fast the blood drained from Kaminari's face and how fast it returned a second later. The electric blonde gulped, a nervous laugh escaping him.
"B-Bakugo, listenâ"
He was cut off again, this time by an explosion, which had been aimed right at his face. Thankfully, Bakugo missed on purpose, but the sound had been enough to startle everyone.
"You're so dead, Spark Plug!"
And thus began the chase, with Kaminari being chased around the room by an enraged Bakugo. Kaminari's screams of terror and Bakugo's threats and explosions filled the air, and everyone watched on in amusement.
Well, everyone except for Iida. He was chasing Bakugo, trying to calm the blonde down and yelling at him for using his quirk indoors, but his efforts were fruitless.
"Stop running around the room! You're going to destroy the furniture and break something!"
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DUNCE FACE! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS!"
Typical afternoon in the U.A. dorms.
After what felt like forever, the chaos eventually died down, with Bakugo calming down enough to sit and stew in his anger and Kaminari passing out from his quirk short-circuiting. You helped Iida clean up the mess that had been left behind, and everyone else returned to their activities.
But you felt bad for Bakugo. Yes, the blonde was a little intense and downright mean sometimes, but you knew what it felt like to crave something you didn't have. Especially when you physically buy that âsomething.' So, you decided to go out and get the angry Pomeranian a replacement packet.
Of course, given the fact that being empathetic was a common occurrence for you, the explosive hero wasn't at all surprised to see you walking toward the doors of the dorms with nothing but your wallet and a smile.
And he was not pleased.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the blonde, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Honestly, you were still shocked that he was still in his uniform, given he usually changes the moment he walks through the dorms. Not to mention, he even started wearing it properly, which was a feat in itself.
"Umm..."
"If you're about to say the damn store, I'll blow your ass to the moon," he threatened, and you couldn't help the frown that tugged at your lips.
"I'm just going to get you some more packets, okay? It's not a big deal," you said, your eyes softening. "I don't like seeing people upset, especially not over things that can easily be solved."
"Like hell, I'm upset!" He snapped, but the lack of bite in his voice gave him away.
You raised an eyebrow but kept your mouth shut. After knowing Bakugo for as long as you have, you've learned that the best way to deal with him is to keep your thoughts and opinions to yourselfâat least, all thoughts and opinions about him.
"I'll be back in an hour, okay?" You said, offering him a kind smile. "Is there anything else you need?"
Something about the look in your eyes and the kindness in your voice was enough to make the blonde falter, his resolve slipping. He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl on his face.
But, since he didn't respond, you figured that was all you were going to get from him. So, you turned back around and headed for the doors, intent on leaving.
You hadn't gotten very far, however, when the sound of the couch squeaking alerted you. You turned your head just in time to see Bakugo jump over the back of the sofa, his slacks making a thud sound as he landed, snatching his phone off the coffee table before he headed in your direction.
He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, causing you to tilt your head, but before you could say anything, your wrist was being grabbed, and the front door was opening.
"If we're gonna get the damn ramen, then I'm coming with. It's annoying when people come back with the wrong shit, so it's better to go myself."
"Oh," you hummed, not expecting him to follow you. You smiled up at him, and the scowl on his face deepened. "Well, alright, then. The more, the merrier."
Bakugo grunted in response, dropping his grip on your wrist so he could shove his hands into his pockets. "Just keep up, alright? I don't want to wait for your slow ass."
With that, the blonde walked out of the dorms, and you were quick to follow.
For those twenty minutes, you couldnât help but be amazed at how quiet the walk to the store was. Normally, Bakugo was yelling at someone for one reason or another. Whether it was because they were stupid, slow, or a bunch of other reasons that seemed to only make sense in his head, he was never silent.
But, currently, it was different. Bakugo wasn't talking, or yelling, or grumbling, or doing any of the things he normally does. He wasn't even walking fast, keeping his pace slow just enough so you could keep up.
He didnât have a scowl on his face, either. He wasnât smiling, of course, which would actually terrify you if he was, but there also wasnât a sign of irritation or anger on his face.
In fact, he was the most relaxed you had ever seen him, his muscles not as tense as usual, and his posture was straight, yet not rigid. And his crimson eyes seemed to have a hint of softness in them, something that you had never noticed before.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadnât even realized that the two of you had arrived at the store until the ash-blonde had started walking through the automatic doors, not waiting for you to catch up.
Shaking your head, you hurried inside, quickly scanning the store for a sign that pointed to the aisle where the ramen packets were. Bakugo was a couple of feet ahead of you, with a look of indifference on his face as he followed the sign. However, he stopped once he reached the right aisle and turned around to look at you.
"Hurry it up, nerd," he growled, his impatience getting the better of him.
You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your face. "I'm going, I'm going."
Bakugo didn't say anything as he turned back around and started walking through the aisles, and you were hot on his heels. Believe it or not, you were on a side mission, determined to not just grab the ramen for him.
He got distracted, and the two of you weren't in a hurry, so you went around and grabbed a few things that you knew your classmates had mentioned wanting. If you were going to take the time to go to the store, you might as well make it count.
After a few minutes, you ran into Bakugo, who had his arms full of different flavors of the ramen brand he liked. He took one singular glance at the contents of your basket and rolled his eyes.
"The hell are you getting all that shit for? I ainât helping you carry anything."
"Well," you huffed, a pout on your face. He seemed to realize you were about to give him an entire speech because he immediately let out the most dramatic groan you had ever heard from him and began walking away.
You didn't care, though, and continued speaking, following him around the store.
"Well, I was just going to get the ramen and be done with it, but then I ran into Mina, who told me she was craving some 'chocolatey goodness,' which are her words, not mine," you explained, pulling out the package of chocolate-covered strawberries.
"Anyway, so, then I ran into Kirishima, who was complaining that there were no manly snacks in the pantry, and the last of his protein bars were eaten the other day, ironically also by Kaminari," you added, showing him the small box of protein bars. "So, I figured I'd get him some more and make sure Kaminari has his own snacks."
Bakugo groaned once more, still refusing to look at you. And, again, you ignored him and kept speaking.
"Also, Sero wanted more chips, and Koda was asking for some extra treats for the animals," you continued, showing him the chips and animal treats. "I didn't run into Midoriya, but heâs been awfully kind with his notes, so I'm pretty sure he would appreciate some gummies and pocky."
"Alright, I get it," Bakugo grumbled, a grimace on his face.
"Mineta also asked if I could grab him a new bag of limes, but I figured, after that little stunt he pulled in the changing room, that he doesn't deserve to have his gross habits indulged." You scoffed, trying to make a dramatic gesture but failing, given the items in your arms.
Bakugo paused in the middle of the aisle, turning around to finally face you, his arms still full. "You done?"
"Hey, you asked." You shrugged, a smile on your face. "I wasn't finished, though. Jiro wants more popcorn, Ojiro needs some more protein powder, Hagakure needsâ"
"Is any of that shit even for you?" He cut you off, narrowing his eyes at you.
You pursed your lips and tilted your head. "No. Why?"
"You came all this way, wasting money on everyone else's crap, and didn't even think about grabbing shit for yourself?" He asked, his eyes narrowing further. "Are you stupid or something?"
"Um, well, no?" You answered although it came out as more of a question. "It's not a big deal. I was already going here, anyway."
Bakugo clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He walked forward and, without a word, dropped his armful of ramen onto your own. "Hold these."
Before you could protest, the ash-blonde walked past you and disappeared from view. Confused, you spun around and tried to follow him, but the sudden weight in your arms made it hard to move.
"Bakugo, wait up! I can't move!"
"Then stop moving, idiot." His voice was muffled by the shelves, and you couldn't tell where exactly he was. But, as if he had a sixth sense for things like this, Bakugo returned to the aisle, his arms full of random snack foods and drinks.
"What are youâ"
"Shut up and follow me," he said, not letting you finish your sentence. You opened your mouth to speak, but a sharp glare from the blonde made you close it.
Bakugo led you through the aisles and dropped the items onto the conveyor belt, much to the surprise of the cashier. The young girl didn't dare comment on the large pile of utter junk food, however, and merely rang it all up, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Once the total came up, you pulled out your wallet to hand the girl the money, not wanting Bakugo to waste any of his own money on you, but the blonde snatched the bills from your fingers before you could pay.
"Hey, whatâ"
"I said, shut up." He clicked his tongue and turned away, his back facing you. You could hear the rustle of his pockets as he fished out his own wallet, and you were quick to shake your head.
"Bakugo, the whole point of me coming here was so I could pay. You were the one who got his last packet stolen, so I was supposed to be paying for the new one, andâ"
"Do you ever shut the hell up?" Bakugo interrupted, his voice gruff. He didn't turn around to face you, but his tone was enough for you to shut up. "I don't give a shit about the money. It's my own damn fault for letting that dunce face near my food, anyway."
"Butâ"
"And it's not like I need the money," he added, pulling a couple of bills from his wallet and handing them to the cashier. "My parents are loaded. It's not a big deal."
Way to show off, Blasty.
But you knew better than to say that. Instead, you closed your mouth, your eyes softening. It didn't make sense to you, though, because not only was he buying his own replacement ramen, but he was also buying an abundance of junk food, which, while tasty, wasn't for him or you.
It's always about repaying the favor with him, but this was just... unnecessary.
"Thank you," you said instead, knowing that he would only get irritated if you kept protesting. "That was... unexpectedly nice of you."
"Don't make a big deal out of it," he grumbled, picking up a few of the bags. He handed them to you, and you struggled to balance the weight, but you didn't complain. "It was your fault for being too damn nice."
You blinked, not sure if you were supposed to take that as a compliment or an insult. Either way, you didn't say anything and merely nodded. Bakugo didn't spare you a second glance as he grabbed the rest of the bags and began walking toward the exit.
"You coming, or what?" He called out, not looking back at you.
A smile grew on your face, and despite him not even looking at you, something told you he could sense the happiness radiating from you. You hurried forward, struggling a bit to balance the bags in your arms and keep up with Mr. Grumps, but the smile didn't leave your face.
"So... does this mean we're friends now?"
"The hell? No!"
"I think we are, Blasty."
"Don't call me that." He narrowed his eyes at you, but you merely giggled.
"Would you rather it be Kacchan? Kaminari's been using that one a lot lately."
"Call me that, and I'll blast you into the fucking sun."
"Blasty it shall be, then."
Needless to say, the walk back to the dorms was the complete opposite of the walk to the store. But, just as the silence between the two of you was comfortable then, the bickering and teasing and overall playful nature of the conversation was comfortable now.
Bakugo would never admit it, and you knew better than to ask, but he didn't have a problem with the nickname or the new friendship that blossomed between the two of you.
And you didn't have a problem, either.
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ONE SHOT: GRAVITY
paige x azzi
warning: sexual content (lowkey crazy)
word count: 15.6k
A/N: This is lowkey crazy. It wasnât supposed to be this long but I wanted to follow their prompt fully because they included so many detailsđ„č. This is for whoever asked me to write them in a homoerotic friendship with jealous girlfriends and hella tension. I hope I brought your vision to life đ«¶đŒ. Also the sexual content is a little crazy just a heads up âš itâs what they asked for đ Them love reacts better be long because this was rough
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The first time Paige met Azzi, it was like something in the universe clicked into place. It wasnât anything dramaticâno lightning bolts or instant sparks between themâbut there was a certain ease between them that Paige couldnât ignore. It was during a Team USA training camp, and while most of the other girls were politely navigating introductions, Paige, in true Paige fashion, latched onto Azzi like theyâd known each other forever.
âAlright I guess Iâm stuck with you,â Azzi had said after Paige had followed her to nearly every drill, every water break, and even halfway to the locker room. There was a teasing edge to her voice, but the corners of her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile. A real smile. Not the polite kind she gave to everyone else, but something softer, something that would eventually become just for Paige.
Paige, of course, had grinned wide, completely unbothered by the jab. âDonât worry youâll get used to it,â sheâd said with a shrug, already acting like they were inseparable. And, as it turned out, they were.
From that moment on, theyâd been each otherâs shadow. Azzi liked to pretend Paigeâs constant attention annoyed her, always throwing in a sarcastic comment or rolling her eyes when Paige got particularly clingy. But anyone who knew Azzi well enough could see the way her expression softened whenever Paige was near. She didnât just tolerate Paige; she thrived with her around.
Over the years, their friendship grew deeper, more complicated in ways neither of them could have predicted. It wasnât just the jokes and playful shoves or the way Paige always knew how to make Azzi laugh, even on her worst days. It was the way they existed in each otherâs space so naturally, so effortlessly, that it almost felt like breathing and breathing got a little harder when the other one wasnât around.
At first, the lines they crossed were small, so subtle they could almost pretend they werenât there. Azziâs hand lingering a second too long on Paigeâs shoulder during a team huddle. The way Paigeâs voice softened when she spoke to Azzi, even when she was in full-on competitive mode or yelling two seconds before. Then there were the private momentsâstolen late-night conversations where the rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of them and whatever unspoken thing pulsed between them.
Neither of them addressed it. Why would they? What they had felt perfect as it was. They leaned into it, basked in it, even as it made their exes irritable or filled with discomfort.
âHow can you not see it?â one of Paigeâs exes demanded once, her voice rising with frustration in the middle of Paigeâs room. âThe way you two look at each otherâitâs like I donât even exist when sheâs around!â Paige had shrugged off the accusation, the same way she always did. She wasnât about to dissect her relationship with Azzi for anyone, least of all someone who clearly didnât get it.
Azzi had similar run-ins with her own girlfriends. One had even gone as far as to call Paige a âthird wheel,â which made Azzi laugh harder than it probably should have at the idea of Paige being the one who was the third wheel. âLook if youâre insecure,â sheâd said coolly, âthen maybe this isnât going to work.â It hadnât.
Through all the breakups and messy accusations, Paige and Azzi never changed. They stayed in their little bubble, handsy and playful and just a little too intense, but never quite crossing the line. It was safer that way, they told themselves multiple times. Safer to stay in the gray area, where nothing could go wrong and everything stayed perfect.
Except, now, they were older, so things were starting to feel different. Heavier. The looks lasted way too long. The touches lingered with a heat that left both of them feeling uncomfortable.
Now, as juniors at UConn, Paige and Azzi had built something unshakableâat least, unshakable to them. Paige, a red-shirt junior after tearing her ACL the year before, had made her way back to the court with Azzi as her biggest supporter every step of the way. They had been through it all together: the grueling practices, the late-night study sessions, the euphoric wins, the heartbreaking injuries, they have spent almost every memorable moment of their lives by one anothers side. Yet, for some reason neither could articulateâor maybe they just didnât want toâthey refused to fully cross the line and be together.
Which left them here: two college athletes in their 20s, in the best shape of their lives, with years of unresolved tension simmering between them. It was almost comical when Paige thought about it. How many times had she walked into Azziâs dorm, knowing full well that she wasnât going to be able to do what she wanted.
Living just a few doors down from each other didnât help. If anything, it made things worse. Proximity was its own kind of torture. Paige would find herself drunkenly walking past Azziâs room after a night out clenching her jaw at the thought of knocking.
Whenever the two of them were in the same room, everyone else might as well not exist. It was a phenomenon their teammates had long since grown used to, though it still sparked the occasional teasing when one of them was being unreasonably jealous. At parties, team meetings, or even casual hangouts, Paige and Azzi had this way of orbiting each other. Sometimes it was as simple as the way Paige would lean in close when Azzi spoke, her eyes fixed on Azziâs lips the entire time. Other times, it was the way Azziâs hand would find Paigeâs arm, her fingers wrapping around her bicep as if it was her right to do so.
Their teammates noticed. Their friends noticed. And, of course, their girlfriends noticed.
It was a source of constant arguments for both of them. Paigeâs girlfriend, frustrated and teetering on the edge of insecurity, had confronted her more than once. âWhy do you even need me if you have her?â sheâd snapped during one particularly heated fight. Paige had stared at her, dumbfounded, because what was she supposed to say? What did she expect her to say? That she didnât need Azzi? That she could go a day without thinking about her, texting her, missing her when she wasnât around?
âYouâre overreacting,â Paige said, her voice clipped. âAzziâs my best friend. Iâm not about to change how I am with her because you donât like it.â
Azziâs girlfriend expressed similar frustrations, accusing her of being âtoo closeâ to Paige, of crossing lines that no one else seemed to get away with. Azzi had brushed it off just as easily as Paige had, if not easier. âIf you canât handle me having a best friend, then maybe Iâm not the type of girl youâre looking for,â sheâd said coolly, shutting the conversation down before it could spiral.
And so the cycle continued. Arguments, tension, half-hearted apologies, and a refusal to change. Because the truth was, Paige and Azzi didnât see anything wrong with the way they were. To them, it was just how they worked. How they had always worked. They werenât going to apologize for it.
But deep down, they both knew it wasnât that simple. It wasnât simple at all really. They were completely in love with one another.
For now, though, they kept pretending. Pretending that their girlfriendsâ constant jealousy didnât irritate them. Pretending that their late-night conversations and far too intimate inanimate behavior was completely innocent. Pretending that they werenât both standing on the edge of a bridge waiting for something inevitable to plunge them into freezing water.
Because once they jumped, there would be no going back, no pretending it didnât exist anymore. And maybeâjust maybeâthatâs exactly what they were afraid of.
The dorm common room was lively with chatter and the soft clinking of LEGO pieces filling the air as KK, Ice, and Jana sat at the table, deeply engrossed in their latest construction project. Paige, however, was sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling on her phone. Her girlfriend, Kehlani, sat beside her, the two of them technically together but clearly existing in separate worlds at the moment. Kehlani had been trying, unsuccessfully, to get Paigeâs attention for the last 15 minutes, only to give up and return to her own phone in silent frustration when Paige was incessant that she was doing something important.
The atmosphere shifted the moment Azzi walked in. Dressed in her usual athletic wear and exuding her effortless confidence, she greeted the group at the table saying casually, âWhat are yâall building now?â KK mumbled something about a Star Wars set, but Azzi was already moving past them, her attention zeroing in on the couchâand on Paige.
âHey,â Azzi said with a grin, walking straight up to them as if Kehlani wasnât even there. Without hesitation, she plopped down on the couch, her movements familiar. In one smooth motion, she grabbed Paigeâs knee, parting them just enough to slide her own legs in between, draping them comfortably across Paigeâs lap.
Kehlani looked up from her phone, her eyebrows furrowing as she watched the scene unfold. But she didnât say anything. This was tame compared to some of the things sheâs witnessed.
Paige, on the other hand, chuckled softly, locking her phone and setting it aside. âHello to you too,â she said, her tone teasing.
Azzi grinned, leaning back against the arm of the couch. âI missed you,â she said casually, her eyes locking with Paigeâs. âI havenât seen you all day.â
Paigeâs focus was now fully on Azzi, something Kehlani had been desperately trying to achieve. âYouâre the one whoâs been busy,â Paige shot back with a playful smirk, her hand sliding over Azziâs leg as she adjusted it, pulling it more securely into her lap. The movement was instinctive, practicedâlike theyâd done this a hundred times before.
Kehlaniâs grip on her phone tightened. She glanced between them, her lips pressing into a thin line. âDo you need me to move over?â she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.
Paige blinked, as if remembering for the first time that Kehlani was even there. âHuh? Nah, youâre fine,â she said quickly, brushing off the question. Her hand, however, didnât move from Azziâs leg.
Azzi leaned her head back against the couch, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. âYouâre being dramatic, Paige,â she teased, ignoring Kehlani entirely and going back to their original conversation. âI wasnât even that busy today.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â Paige quipped, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Azziâs shin.
From the table, Ice shot KK a knowing look, raising an eyebrow as if to say here we go again. KK stifled a laugh, shaking her head as she turned back to the LEGO set. Theyâd seen this dynamic play out too many times to be surprised anymore.
Kehlani, however, was visibly uncomfortable, shifting in her seat and staring at the two of them like she was waiting for somethingâanythingâto break the tension. But nothing ever did. Everyone knew this was just how they were. What no one could quite figure out, though, was why either of their âgirlfriendsâ put up with it.
It wasnât like Paige or Azzi had ever pretended their relationships were sacred. In fact, both had made it crystal clear on more than one occasion that they wouldnât hesitate to walk away and that this was just something casual for when they were in season. âIf you donât like how we are, we can end it,â Paige had once said, almost nonchalantly, during a heated argument. Azzi wasnât any different, offering Kali a similar, âYou really donât have to stay.â
But for whatever reasonâwhether it was the allure of dating two of UConnâs biggest stars or simply the hope that things might changeâKehlani and Kali stayed around. They endured. They tolerated. Even when moments like this made it painfully clear they were never going to be anything more than someone to turn to here and there when the tension became too uncomfortable to sit with.
Paige licked her lips absently, lifting her hips slightly to adjust Azziâs legs again, which were still draped over her lap like they belonged there. Her hand gave an idle squeeze to Azziâs calf before she glanced up. âYou busy tonight?â she asked casually, her attention fixed entirely on Azzi.
Azzi tilted her head, her brown eyes drifting down to Paigeâs hand on her leg. âWhy?â she asked, her voice laced with flirtation.
Paige smirked. âWhatchu mean âwhy?ââ she shot back, leaning into the word with a playful edge.
âWhy are you asking me if Iâm busy tonight?â Azzi pressed, a smile on her face, clearly enjoying the banter.
Paige rolled her eyes, leaning back against the couch. âIâm tryna come over,â she said simply. âMaybe watch a movie or something.â
Azzi chuckled softly, like she knew exactly where this was going. âYou fall asleep every time,â she pointed out, her gaze flicking back up to Paigeâs.
âProbably because you always pick boring-ass movies,â Paige said, a huge smile on her face.
Azziâs laughter followed quickly. âYou picked the last movie,â she countered, her voice full of mock indignation.
Their back-and-forth was so effortless, so locked into their own little world, that it took Kehlani a moment to realize theyâd completely forgotten she was even sitting there. But she hadnât forgotten. Not for a second.
âWhat if I want to hang out with Paige tonight?â Kehlani interjected suddenly, her voice cutting through the conversation.
Azzi froze, but only for a moment, her expression unreadable as she leaned back and waited for Paigeâs response. She didnât need to say anythingâshe already knew Paige would.
Paige turned her head, finally acknowledging Kehlani for the first time since Azzi had walked in. âCome on,â she said, her tone light, almost dismissive. âYou been with me all day.â
Paige turned her head, finally acknowledging Kehlani for the first time fully since Azzi had walked in. âCome on,â she said, her tone light, almost dismissive. âYouâve been with me all day. We can just hang out tomorrow.â
Kehlaniâs mouth opened slightly, her brow furrowing as she processed the casualness of it allâthe way Paige said it like it was obvious, like it wasnât even up for debate.
Kehlaniâs voice was sharper now, her frustration rising. âWhat if I donât want to hang out tomorrow?â
Paige shrugged, unfazed. âThen weâll hang out the next day.â Her tone was calm, almost too calm, as if she couldnât understand why Kehlani was making this a bigger deal than it needed to be.
For some reason, that made it worse. Kehlaniâs frustration boiled over, her voice rising just enough to catch the attention of KK and Ice at the table. âYou donât get it, do you? This isnât just about hanging out, Paige!â
Paige exhaled, visibly trying to keep her cool as she leaned back against the couch, her hand still casually draped over Azziâs leg. âLook, Iâm not about to argue with you in front of everybody right now,â she said evenly.
Kehlani crossed her arms, leaning forward slightly. âWhat? You embarrassed?â
Paige let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as if the question was almost laughable. Her hands remained where they wereâcomfortable, unbothered, still casually resting on Azzi, who hadnât even looked up from her phone since the interruption. âNo,â Paige said. âIâm just not about to argue with you right now.â
But Kehlani wasnât backing down, she never did, her voice rising again as she tried to provoke Paige like always. âRight, because Azziâs here. You donât want to look bad in front of her, huh?â
Paigeâs eyes flicked to her briefly before she shook her head again, her voice calm. âCome on, donât make me do this to you in front of everybody.â
Her words, said so casually yet so definitively, made Kehlaniâs face flush with a mix of anger and humiliation. KK, Ice and Jana exchanged awkward glances, clearly trying to stay out of it but they were struggling to hold in their giggles.
Azzi, still scrolling on her phone, finally shifted slightly, glancing between the two of them before giving Paige a subtle nudge with her foot, like she was silently telling her to chill. Paige glanced at her, the smallest smile tugging at the corner of her lips before she turned back to Kehlani.
âYou good?â Paige asked simply, her voice a little softer. It wasnât a question that invited a real argumentâit was a question that implied this conversation was over.
Kehlaniâs lips pressed into a line as she sat back, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. She didnât say anything else, but the tension in the room was thick, her frustration hanging heavy in the air.
Azzi shifted slightly in Paigeâs lap, breaking the silence with a small sigh as she finally spoke. âYâall good? Or can we go back to pretending this isnât super awkward?â
KK, Ice, and Janaâs laughter finally filled the room as Paige and Azzi went back to their conversation.
âAlright so, whatâs the move?â Paige asked, her voice low as she shifted slightly, her arm still resting over Azziâs leg. âYour room or mine?â
Azzi smiled, tilting her head as her eyes dropped to Paigeâs hand absentmindedly tracing patterns against her skin. âMine. Obviously.â
âObviously? Az bro, please. My bed is bigger. Way more comfortable.â
Azziâs lips quirked. âYour bedâs overrated and I can never wake up on time in there with those black out curtains.â
Paige raised an eyebrow. âOne my bed isnât overrated and you know it. Two, I can't handle your non-existent curtains. It wakes me up too early.â
âI know you canât handle it,â Azzi teased, her smirk growing. âYou whine about it every single time. Itâs cute, thoughâmakes me think you just like finding reasons to stay.â
The room seemed to grow smaller at that, the air between them growing a little tense. Paigeâs laugh came a little too late, her fingers tightening slightly around Azziâs leg. âDonât flatter yourself. I stay for the snacks.â
Azzi tilted her head, her gaze flickering to Paigeâs lips before settling back on her eyes. âYou sure about that?â she asked, her voice dipping lower.
Paige held her gaze, her smirk faltering for a split second as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. âPretty sure. You donât have anything else I want.â
Azzi leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. âYouâve always been such a bad liar Paige.â
Across the room, Jana stilled mid-motion, her hand hovering over a Lego piece as her eyes darted to the two of them. KK and Ice exchanged a look, KK mouthing a silent âYikesâ before turning back to their project.
âYouâre ridiculous,â Paige said, shaking her head with a soft laugh, but the way her fingers brushed over Azziâs leg a little higher betrayed her.
âRidiculous enough to keep you coming back,â Azzi shot back.
Paige opened her mouth to respond, but her breath hitched when Azzi added, âBut I get itâyou gotta keep up appearances. Weâll see later.â
Paigeâs jaw tightened, her laugh coming out strained. âYeah weâll see later.â
That was the moment Kehlani finally broke, the tension in her chest snapping. She stood abruptly, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.
Paige barely looked up, still holding Azziâs gaze. âYou good?â
Kehlani let out a humorless laugh. âYeah, Iâm great. Just remembered Iâve got somewhere else to be.â
Azzi finally turned her head, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at Kehlani. âYou sure?â
Kehlani ignored the comment, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. âHave fun tonight Paige. Looks like you already are.â
Paigeâs smirk faded as she watched Kehlani walk out, the door slamming harder than it needed to. For a moment, the room was quiet, save for the faint sound of KK, Ice and Jana pretending to be preoccupied with their Legos.
Azzi broke the silence, her voice light. âThink sheâs mad at me?â
Paige chuckles, leaning back against the couch. âSheâs mad at me,â she muttered, though her hand stayed firmly on Azziâs leg.
âCanât blame her,â Azzi said softly, her eyes locking with Paigeâs again. âIâd be mad too if I had to watch this.â
Paigeâs breath caught, her fingers flexing against Azziâs skin before she forced herself to look away, her jaw clenching so tightly it ached.
Jana raised her eyebrows, fully catching the moment and glancing toward KK and Ice like, Are we really going to pretend we didnât hear that? But Ice just shook her head, mouthing, Let it go.
Paige finally exhaled, her voice low as she tried to steer the conversation back. âSoâŠwhose room is it gonna be?â
Azziâs grin returned. âYours,â she said. âBut only because youâre such a baby about my blinds and Iâm being nice.â
Paige huffed out a laugh, holding out her hand to Azzi. âLetâs go before you say something else that gets me in trouble.â
Azzi took her hand, standing up and leaning just close enough to murmur, âMaybe I can do something this time instead.â
âŠ
The glow of the TV screen cast a faint light across Paige's room, illuminating the two of them as they lay side by side on her bed. The random movie playing in the background barely registered to either of them, its plotline easily forgotten beneath the quiet hum of tension that seemed to follow them everywhere.
Paige had ditched her hoodie the moment they got comfortable, leaving her in a fitted black tank top that clung to her toned frame and a pair of loose gray sweats that hung on her hips. Azzi, meanwhile, had claimed one of Paigeâs XL hoodies she stole from the storage closetânavy blue with "UConn" printed across the chestâand it practically swallowed her, the hoodie just long enough to hide her pajama shorts underneath.
For a while, they sat in relative silence, their occasional comments about the movie mixed in with quiet chuckles.
Paige adjusted her position, shifting slightly to lean back against her headboard. Her hands slid behind her head, fingers lacing together as she let out a content sigh. The movement caused the hem of her tank top to ride up, revealing a strip of skin just above the waistband of her sweats.
Azziâs gaze flicked downward, the motion unintentional at firstâbut once her eyes landed on the exposed skin, they lingered. The way Paigeâs muscles shifted with each breath was almost hypnotic.
Without fully thinking about it, Azzi reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over the bare skin.
Paigeâs head tilted down, her brow lifting as her eyes met Azziâs. âWhat are you doing?â she asked softly, her tone somewhere between amused and curious.
Azzi didnât stop, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along the line of Paigeâs stomach. Her touch was featherlight, sending a trail of goosebumps in its wake. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â she replied.
Paige shifted slightly, her stomach tensing under Azziâs touch. âLooks like youâre trying to distract me.â
âDistract you from what?â Azzi asked, a smile forming on her face. Her eyes flicked up to Paigeâs, the challenge clear in them.
Paige exhaled, a small, breathy laugh escaping her lips. âFrom this terrible movie you picked.â
Azzi snorted softly, her fingers still moving in slow circles. âYou picked the movie,â she corrected.
âWell, you didnât stop me,â Paige countered, her voice soft but strained as she shifted again, her arms dropping to her sides. Her hand moved instinctively, fingers lightly wrapping around Azziâs wrist to still her movements.
Azziâs smile deepened, her thumb now brushing deliberately against Paigeâs skin. âYou gonna stop me?â she asked, her voice dipping lower, the question feeling heavier than it should have.
Paige stared at her, the air between them growing impossibly thick. âShould I?â she asked back, her voice quiet, almost a whisper.
For a moment, neither of them moved, the only sound in the room being the faint dialogue from the forgotten movie. Azziâs fingers stilled against Paigeâs stomach, but she didnât pull away, her gaze locked on Paigeâs like she was daring her to make the next move.
Paigeâs jaw tightened slightly. âYouâre gonna start something we canât finish,â she murmured.
Azzi didnât respond right away, but the glint in her eyes said more than words ever could. Instead, she moved, her weight shifting as she climbed on top of Paige, settling herself comfortably in her lap. She straddled Paigeâs waist effortlessly, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her.
Paige didn't even react. So used to having Azzi on her like this but this time her eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity when Azzi grabbed the loose string of Paigeâs sweatpants.
Azziâs fingers toyed with the string lazily, looping it around her finger as if she had all the time in the world. Her expression was calm but her eyes burned with unspoken intent. âWho says we canât finish it?â she finally said, her voice low, almost a purr.
Paige let out a breathless laugh, her gaze locked on Azziâs. âYouâre bold tonight,â she said, though the small smile tugging at her lips betrayed any attempt at sounding unaffected.
Azzi just smirked, her head tilting slightly. âIâve always been bold,â she said, her hands still playing with the string.
Before she could push it further, Paigeâs hands came up, wrapping around Azziâs wrists firmly but gently to get her to stop. Her fingers slipped between Azziâs, interlacing them as she guided their hands away from her waist. Paige looked up at her, the smile on her face soft but her grip strong.
âYouâre gonna get us in trouble,â Paige murmured, her voice strained. She didnât look away, her thumbs absentmindedly brushing against Azziâs knuckles.
Azzi leaned in closer, their faces now only inches apart. âTrouble?â she repeated, her breath warm against Paigeâs skin. âI think you like trouble.â
Paigeâs smile widened slightly, her eyes dropping to Azziâs lips for the briefest of moments before flicking back up. âMaybe,â she admitted, her voice low. âBut not when it comes to you.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. âEspecially when it comes to me.â she challenged back, her fingers tightening around Paigeâs in response.
Paige didnât answer immediately, her gaze searching Azziâs face like she was trying to decide how far to let this go. Eventually, she exhaled sharply, shaking her head with a laugh. âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â she said softly.
Azzi smiled, leaning back slightly but not moving from her spot. âGood thing Iâll make it worth it,â she replied.
Paigeâs brow lifted at that, her lips curling into a grin. âOh yeah? How you gonna make it worth it?â
Azzi leaned forward again, closing the gap between them just enough for her voice to drop. âThat depends,â she said, her gaze locked on Paigeâs. âWhat do you like?â
Paige blinked slowly, her smirk fading as her expression grew more serious. Her eyes searched Azziâs, studying her, trying to gauge just how far Azzi was willing to take this tonight. The air between them was too thick, and for a moment, Paige almost didnât answer. But then she sat up slightly, her confidence returning as she spoke.
âI like being in control,â she said simply.
Azziâs head tilted at this, her lips curving into an intrigued smile. âYeah?â she asked, her voice soft, almost coaxing.
Paige just nodded, her jaw tightening at Azziâs tone as she kept her eyes on the curly haired girl, daring her to react.
Azzi hummed thoughtfully, her smile growing as she shifted her weight, pressing down just slightly to remind Paige of the position she was in. âWhat kind of control?â Azzi asked, her tone full of curiosity.
Paige let her head fall back slightly, her tongue running across her bottom lip before she looked up at Azzi through her lashes. âAll of it,â she replied.
Azzi exhaled a short laugh, her eyes flickering with interest. âAll of it,â she repeated, as if testing the words on her tongue. She leaned in closer, her lips just barely brushing the shell of Paigeâs ear as she spoke. âWhat if I told you I like being submissive P?â
Paigeâs brows raised slightly in surprise, her hands instinctively tightening their grip on Azziâs. âDo you now?â she asked, her voice filled with curiosity but tinged with amusement.
Azzi pulled back just enough to look Paige in the eyes, her gaze steady. âI do,â she admitted, her voice softer now but still filled with confidence. âBut no oneâs ever been able to make me submit before.â
Paigeâs fingers twitched where they were still holding Azziâs hands, the slight movement enough to catch Azziâs attention. Azzi glanced down at their joined hands, a small smile playing on her lips as she lifted them and guided Paigeâs hands under her hoodie, placing them firmly on her waist.
The warmth of Azziâs skin under her palms sent a jolt through Paige, her jaw tightening almost involuntarily. She shifted her hips beneath Azzi, trying to find some semblance of restraint, but the pressure between them only heightened the tension in the room. Their eyes locked, the silence between them speaking volumes as neither of them looked away.
Paige, unable to hold back any longer, tugged Azzi closer by the front of her hoodie, the sudden movement leaving no space between them. Azziâs lips parted slightly, her eyes flickering with something playful as she whispered, âYou want me.â
It wasnât a questionâit was a fact, delivered in that same confident tone Azzi always carried.
Paige chuckled softly, the sound low and rough, her grip tightening on Azziâs waist. âNo, I donât,â she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Azzi raised a brow at her, the corners of her lips curling into a smirk. âRight,â she said. âAnd the sky isnât blue.â
Paigeâs smirk widened as she tilted her head, leaning in slightly, their faces barely inches apart. âYou want me,â she countered, her eyes boring into Azziâs.
Azzi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. âI donât,â she denied, though her voice betrayed her, softer and less certain than it shouldâve been if there was any truth to the words.
Paigeâs gaze dropped to Azziâs lips for a fleeting second before returning to her eyes. âLiar,â she murmured, her hands sliding ever so slightly higher under Azziâs hoodie, her fingers pressing gently against her ribs.
Azzi swallowed, her breath getting stuck for a moment before she forced herself to smirk again. âProve it,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the challenge clear in her tone.
Paige considered Azziâs words for a moment, her eyes flicking between Azziâs lips and the playful glint in her eyes. âWeâll get in trouble if I do,â Paige said.
Azzi tilted her head, her smile never falling as she leaned down. She stretched out over Paigeâs chest, her weight settling comfortably as if she belonged there. Her lips hovered near Paigeâs neck now, close enough that Paige could feel the faint brush of her breath.
Azzi didnât say anything. She just lingered there, her nose grazing the edge of Paigeâs jaw as she breathed her in, taking her time like she had all the patience in the world. The warmth of her closeness, the soft scent of her, was enough to send Paigeâs pulse racing, her heart pounding so loudly she knew Azzi could feel it.
Neither of them spoke. The silence between them was heavy, but not uncomfortableâan unspoken understanding settling in the air that they went far enough today. Paigeâs hands, still resting under Azziâs hoodie, started to move, her fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns along the curve of Azziâs ribs. The light pressure of her touch seemed to ground them both, though Paigeâs own heart was far from calm.
Azzi sighed softly, her breath warm against Paigeâs neck as she nestled closer, her face burying deeper into the curve of Paigeâs neck. Her weight was warm and familiar, her presence something that felt so natural.
The movie played on in the background, long forgotten. The screenâs flickering light painted their quiet moment in soft, shifting shadows, but neither of them noticed. Azziâs breathing began to slow, her body relaxing fully against Paigeâs.
Paige, too, felt herself drifting, the tension she always carried melting away as Azzi pressed into her. Her fingers still moved lightly against Azziâs ribs, though her motions became lazier, slower, until they stopped altogether.
And just like that, they fell asleep.
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The sharp flick of the light switch broke the quiet of the morning, alternating between brightness and darkness like a strobe. Paige groaned in protest, her face scrunching up against the sudden intrusion. With a low grumble, she shifted, her arms wrapping tighter around Azzi, who was still lying across her.
Without fully opening her eyes, Paige let out a frustrated huff and shifted their positions, rolling them over so that she was sprawled on top of Azzi. She buried her face in Azziâs neck now, trying to shield herself from the offensive light.
âSeriously, Isuneh?â Paige muttered, her voice muffled and rough with sleep.
Azzi stirred beneath her, blinking awake slowly at the movement and the flickering light. She shifted, her hands lightly resting on Paigeâs back. âWhatâs going on?â Azzi mumbled, her voice groggy.
Ice leaned casually against the doorframe, a smirk on her face as she flipped the light switch again. âPaige, Kehlaniâs here,â she said. âFigured Iâd spare you the argument today and come wake you up before I let her in.â
Paige groaned louder at this, her forehead pressing deeper into Azziâs shoulder. âTurn it off. I donât care,â she grumbled, her words barely audible.
Azziâs lips quirked into a sleepy smile, her hand brushing lightly against Paigeâs side. âPaigeâŠâ she said softly, trying to coax her.
When Ice flicked the light switch one more time for good measure, Paige let out another groan of annoyance, her fingers digging lightly into Azziâs waist. âYouâre dead to me,â she muttered toward Ice, though her face remained firmly hidden.
Azzi chuckled, now fully awake, her hand lazily tracing patterns along Paigeâs back. She lifted her head slightly to glance at Ice. âI got it,â she said, her voice still soft and groggy. âJust give me five minutes.â
Ice raised a brow at the scene, the sight of Paige practically plastered to Azziâs chest. But she said nothing, instead letting out a small laugh as she locked the door before shutting it behind her.
Azzi sighed, leaning her head back against the pillow. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen. It was still earlyâway too early for any of this.
âPaige,â Azzi murmured, glancing down at the girl now sprawled across her. Paige didnât respond, her body still dead weight against Azziâs as if she had every intention of going back to sleep.
âWeâve got time,â Azzi said gently, her hand sliding up and down Paigeâs spine. âPractice isnât for another hour and a half.â
Paige shifted slightly, her arm tightening around Azziâs waist as she mumbled something incoherent.
Azzi smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Paigeâs face. âGo back to sleep grumpy,â she murmured, her voice calm.
Paige grumbled again, adjusting herself one last time, her breath evening out as she settled back into Azzi.
Azzi let her head fall back against the pillow, her fingers continuing to trace lazy patterns along Paigeâs back. The warmth of their closeness and the quiet rhythm of Paigeâs breathing lulled them both into an easy calm. Just as Azzi predicted, after about five minutes, Paigeâs breathing evened out, signaling sheâd fallen asleep again.
Azzi sighed softly, glancing down at the girl draped across her. Moving from under Paige without waking her was easier said than done. Every time Azzi shifted even slightly, Paigeâs fingers instinctively grabbed at her, like she was tethered to her.
âOf course,â Azzi muttered under her breath, stifling a small laugh.
Finally, with painstaking slowness, Azzi managed to slide from under Paige and get up without disturbing her. She lingered for a moment, her gaze softening as she adjusted the blanket over Paige before grabbing her phone off the desk. Moving quietly, she slipped out of the room and shut the door gently behind her.
The sight in the living room made her stifle a laugh. Ice was leaning over the kitchen counter, her chin propped on her hand, clearly half-asleep. It didnât take a genius to figure out she was only still awake to keep Kehlani from trying to go in the room.
Azzi chuckled, padding over to the counter. âIce, go back to bed,â she said softly, her tone more amused than anything.
Ice blinked up at her, barely awake. âOh my god I love you,â she mumbled before trudging off to her room, shutting the door behind her with a lazy swing.
Azzi turned toward the couch, where Kehlani was sitting, her arms crossed as she glanced up at Azzi. Her eyes flickered over Azziâs frameâthe oversized hoodie clearly belonging to Paige, paired with her pajama shorts just barely visible underneath.
Azzi walked toward the door, her steps casual. âYou should let her sleep,â she said simply. âWeâve got practice later, and weâre traveling for a game tomorrow. She needs the extra rest.â
Her comment was purely practical, as alwaysâAzzi thinking about Paigeâs well-being like she always did. But Kehlaniâs expression shifted, the neutrality of her gaze hardening slightly.
âI think I know what my girlfriend needs,â Kehlani said, her tone sharp.
Azzi stopped mid-step, turning slowly to face her. She didnât say anything at first, just blinked at Kehlani blankly, her expression unreadable.
Kehlaniâs posture stiffened, and the silence between them stretched for a moment too long.
Azzi tilted her head slightly, her calm demeanor never faltering. âIf you say so,â she finally said, her voice almost dismissive. Then, without waiting for a response, she turned back toward the door.
The tension in the air was unmistakable, but Azzi had no intention of indulging Kehlaniâs obvious irritation. Instead, she opened the door quietly and stepped into the hallway, leaving Kehlani sitting there, stewing in her own thoughts.
Azzi sighed as she opened the door to her room, only to freeze when she saw Kali sitting on the edge of her bed, arms crossed and her expression carefully neutral. It wasnât unusual for Kali to speak her mind, but this was unexpected. Kali wasnât like Kehlaniâclingy and almost possessive. She had her own life and usually didnât hover. So to find her waiting here now surprised Azzi.
âHey,â Azzi greeted casually, recovering quickly as she walked toward the bed. She was determined to get at least 30 more minutes of sleep before practice.
Kali didnât respond right away, just followed Azzi with her eyes as she flopped face-first onto the bed, mumbling into the sheets, âWhatâs up?â
âWhere were you?â Kali asked, her voice calm.
âFell asleep in Paigeâs room watching a movie,â Azzi mumbled, barely lifting her head.
Kaliâs tone didnât change, but her next words were deliberate. âKehlani texted me at a god forsaken hour. Said I should come ask you about it. Any idea why?â
Azzi let out a short laugh, turning her head just enough to glance at Kali. âI have no idea why that girl does anything she does.â
Kali tilted her head slightly, her expression sharp but not angry. âShe thinks thereâs something going on between you and Paige. And you know I agree with her.â
Azzi groaned, burying her face back into the pillow. So much for sleep. She pushed herself up on one elbow, her eyes meeting Kaliâs. âI donât know how many times I have to tell youâme and Paige arenât fucking.â
Technically, Azzi wasnât lying. She and Paige had never had sex. Sure, there was that one truth-or-dare kiss her freshman year, followed by a couple of hazy, alcohol-fueled kisses later that night. But that was years ago, and nothing had happened since then. So when she said it, she meant it.
Kali, however, didnât seem convinced. âThen why canât you two back off each other a little? Ease our minds.â
Azzi sighed, sitting up fully now, as she regarded Kali with a steady gaze. âIâm not going to stop being close with Paige,â she said, her tone softening slightly. âBecause thatâs part of who I am. If thatâs a problem, I get it. But Iâm not changing that.â
Kaliâs expression hardened slightly, her arms crossing over her chest. âHow are you ever going to have anything serious with someone if you refuse to change the way you two are together?â
Azzi shrugged. âIâll cross that bridge when I get there.â
What Azzi didnât say, though, was the truth buried deep in her chestâthe truth she never admitted to anyone. She already knew where sheâd end up. She knew Paige was the one sheâd eventually take seriously. They both knew it, even if they didnât say it out loud. That was the plan: give themselves time. Time to be young, to experience other people, to live a little before stepping into something that would consume them both.
But Azzi was certain. It would always be Paige.
Kali sighed. âWhen you said casual girlfriends, you meant it, huh?â
Azzi leaned back against the headboard, her lips quirking up slightly as she hummed in response, offering no further explanation.
Kali got the hint. She stood, smoothing her shirt and offering Azzi a small smile. âAlright. Well, Iâll let you get some sleep.â
âThanks,â Azzi murmured, already sliding back down under the covers. âIâll text you later.â
Kali nodded and let herself out, the door clicking shut softly behind her.
Azzi exhaled deeply, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before letting her eyes drift shut.
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Things like that continued for a whileâPaige and Azzi, stuck in each otherâs orbit, getting closer with every passing day. Each interaction carried a little more weight, a little more intensity, and each time, it was harder for one of them to back away. Their words were more suggestive now, even in front of others. The team had noticed too, making bets on when the two would finally stop dancing around each other. Theyâd dubbed it âthe finish line,â one night and no one believed it was far off.
Right now, though, Paige, Ice, KK, and Kehlani were crammed in Paigeâs car, parked in the lot outside of Crumbl. The car smelled like cookies and laughter filled the small space as they did a âreviewâ of the new flavors on Iceâs TikTok Live.
Ice sat up front next to Paige, her sore knee propped up as she balanced a cookie box on her lap. Kehlani and KK shared the backseat, KK practically bouncing with excitement as she waved around a piece of the new Sâmores flavor.
âYaâll, this one is insane,â KK yelled, breaking off a piece and leaning forward to shove it toward Paigeâs face. âP boogers you gotta try this!â
Paige chuckled, keeping one hand on the wheel even though the car wasnât moving. âKK, Iâm driving. Can you not?â
Ice glanced at her and snorted. âFirst of all, youâre parked. Plus, the comments are saying you need to give your official take.â
Paige groaned, finally turning toward KK and taking the piece of cookie with an exaggerated eye roll. âFine. Gimme.â
KK grinned victoriously and leaned forward, scrolling through the TikTok comments. âTheyâre saying the Sâmores one is the best so far, but someone just called the Churro flavor a âsleeper hit.â Thoughts?â
Paige chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. âOkay, yeah, Sâmores is cool, but Iâm team Churro on this one.â
As Paige finished her sentence, KKâs eyes widened as she leaned toward Iceâs phone. âAzziâs in the chat!â
Ice immediately perked up, glancing at her phone screen and smirking. âAzzi! Boo! Why didnât you come with us?â she said, dragging out the words in mock disappointment.
âLame,â KK added, her voice loud and dramatic. âBOOOOO!â
Paige chuckled, shaking her head. âYeah, youâre boring, Az. Canât even show up for cookies?â
Kehlani stayed quiet in the backseat, but her eyes flicked toward Paige, noting the way her tone softened just slightly when she said Azziâs name.
A moment later, a new comment popped up on the live. Azziâs verification checkmark made her words stand out, and Ice read them out loud: âIâm not boring, Paige.â
Paige laughed, her eyes lighting up as she leaned closer to Iceâs phone. âSure youâre not. Whatâre you doing right now, then?â
KK nudged Ice whispering. âShe really out here having a one-on-one convo like the rest of us donât exist.â
Ice snorted, but Paige ignored them, waiting for Azziâs next reply. It didnât take long.
âJust laying down,â Azzi wrote in the chat.
Paige grinned, shaking her head. âSee? BORING. Whatâd I say?â
Another comment quickly popped up: âIâm recovering from practice, Paige. Some of us are human and donât have unlimited energy.â
âExcuses,â Paige shot back, laughing. âI think you just wanted to miss out on all the good cookies. KK, pass me the Snickerdoodle.â
KK handed Paige the cookie but pointed dramatically at the screen. âAzzi, if youâre seeing this, theyâre roasting you in the comments, too. One of them just said, âAzziâs too cool to eat cookies with them.â
Paige tilted her head, reading another comment that Azzi wrote. âIâm not too cool for cookies. But Paige never saves me any, so why bother?â
The live erupted in âoohsâ from the chat, and Paigeâs jaw dropped. âFirst of all, I always save you something.â
Azziâs response popped up almost immediately. âLies. Whereâs my cookie, then?â
Paige rolled her eyes, smirking. âIâll bring you a cookie later. Youâre lucky Iâm nice.â
âOnly to me,â Azzi wrote.
Ice and KK exchanged a knowing look, both laughing under their breath. Ice leaned forward, resting her elbow on the center console. âYo, sheâs bold for that one.â
KK smirked. âI think they forget this isnât a private conversation.â
Meanwhile, Kehlani had fully reclined in her seat, scrolling through her phone and making no attempt to engage.
Paige read the comment aloud, her smile tugging at the corners of her lips. âThatâs âcause you are my favorite person, Az.â Her voice carried that teasing, flirty tone she didnât bother hiding anymore.
The live chat immediately blew up:
âPAIGE WHAT?!â
âShe really said it!â
âThis is the content we needed!â
Azziâs response came almost instantly. âYour favorite person? Then why am I at home while youâre out eating cookies without me?â
Paige laughed, breaking off a piece of the Sâmores cookie. âThis is for you, Azzi. See?â She held it up to Iceâs phone, angling the camera toward it. âConsider yourself taken care of now.â
KK leaned in dramatically, her mouth hovering near the cookie. âIâm about to eat this for her since she didnât show up.â
Azziâs reply was short and direct: âKK, touch it and see what happens.â
Ice practically wheezed, clutching her chest. âNot her threatening people in the live chat.â
Paige tilted her head at the camera, grinning as she scrolled to Azziâs next message before responding out loud. âThen what do you call this?â
Azzi popped back into the chat: âItâs called keeping people in line for you. Youâre welcome.â
Paige shook her head, laughing softly. âSee, thatâs why youâre my favorite.â Her voice dipped slightly, playful but with an undertone that made KK and Ice share another quick glance.
Azzi replied almost immediately: âSay it louder for the people in the back.â The double not lost on Paige.
Paige leaned a little closer to the camera, her grin widening. âAzziâs my favorite,â she said, dragging out the words in a teasing tone. âHappy now?â
KK threw her hands up. âAlright, we get it! Paige is Azziâs biggest fan. Moving onâŠâ
But Paige wasnât done, and neither was Azzi. The next message from Azzi caught Paige off guard: âYou should tell me how much you like me later. Maybe in detail.â
Paigeâs eyes flicked down at the screen, her lips twitching as she fought back a smile. âOh, you want details now?â she said, leaning into the moment. âLike what? Should I write it all down for you?â
Ice and KK immediately burst into laughter, KK pointing at the screen. âBro, Azziâs got you blushing on live. This going to be everywhere.â
Paige ignored them, her attention locked on the next comment Azzi sent: âI donât need it written down. You can just show me.â
Her breath hitched for a moment, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from fully smiling. âAz, weâre on live. Not FaceTime. Chill.â
The chat went into full chaos mode:
âSHOW HER WHAT???â
âAzzi please, we canât take this!â
âPaige is GONE.â
KK was practically in tears now.
Paige groaned dramatically, finally tearing her eyes away from the screen. âAzzi, I swear. Youâre banned from the next live. Youâre worse than Ice.â
Azziâs last comment appeared on the screen: âYou love it.â
Paige chuckled, running a hand through her hair. âAlright, next cookie,â she announced, trying to change the subject. But her cheeks were still tinged pink, and the chat wasnât letting it go anytime soon.
Paige chuckled, running a hand through her hair. âAlright, next cookie,â she announced, trying to change the subject. But her cheeks were still tinged pink, and it didnât go unnoticed.
Azzi popped back up in the chat: âYouâre cute when you blush, P.â
Paige immediately groaned, her face heating up even more. âAzzi, pleaseee,â she said, unable to hide her smile as she glanced at the screen again.
The chat exploded with chaos:
âAZZI STOP, YOUâRE KILLING US.â
âOle girl in the back is mad.â
âJust kiss already.â
Azzi wasnât about to let up as another comment popped up. âOnly if you come over later,â she wrote.
Paige shook her head, biting her lip to keep from smiling too much. âAzzi, youâre actually the worst,â she replied, but her tone betrayed how much she was enjoying it.
KK chimed in, pointing at the screen. âI donât know if you're seeing it but they saying youâre on a leash, P boogers.â
Azzi replied: âYou donât seem to mind when Iâm âthe worst.ââ
Paige blinked at the screen not even addressing KK, her laugh low. âAzziâŠâ she warned, but there was no real threat behind it.
Azzi replied back: âWhat? Just telling the truth. You like me this way.â
Paige leaned back in her seat, covering her face with one hand, fully laughing now. âYouâre unbelievable,â she said through her laughter.
Ice, who had been watching this unfold with growing amusement, nudged Paigeâs arm. âYou gotta fight back, youâre looking weak on live.â
Paige glanced at Ice, shaking her head, but her smile stayed. She turned back to the camera. âIâm not even entertaining her anymore,â she said, though her blushing cheeks said otherwise.
Azziâs next message popped up: âYeah, you will. Later.â
Paige pressed her lips together, struggling not to laugh again, but her blush deepened. Before she could respond, Kehlani, sitting quietly in the back, spoke up, her tone dry and serious. âOh, why stop now? You might as well just FaceTime her at this point. Weâre all here for the show anyway.â
The air in the car shifted. Ice and KK exchanged glances, but the laughter that had been flowing just moments ago came to a halt. Kehlaniâs words hung in the air, her eyes fixed on her phone as she spoke.
Paigeâs smile faltered slightly, sensing the tension in Kehlaniâs voice. She quickly shifted in her seat, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel. âKehlani, relax,â Paige said softly, but the underlying unease in her voice didnât go unnoticed.
Azziâs final comment popped up in the chat: âJust donât forget my cookie please.â
The chat exploded again, but the playful vibe was gone now. Paige let out a soft laugh at Azziâs humor, her blush still lingering, but the mood had shifted. âAlright, new flavor, letâs go,â she announced loudly, trying to shift the focus as the car fell into a quieter tension.
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When the live ended, Kehlani didnât hold back. She leaned forward in her seat, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Paige through the rearview mirror. âSo youâre just openly flirting with her now?â
Paigeâs grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles white as she kept her eyes on the road. KK and Ice sat frozen in their seats struggling not to laugh knowing how this was going to end. Paige didnât want to have this conversationânot here, not now, and definitely not with an audience.
Taking a steadying breath, Paige glanced at the mirror, careful not to meet Kehlaniâs gaze. âWe can talk about this when we get back,â she said calmly.
Kehlani scoffed, throwing herself back against the seat and crossing her arms tightly over her chest like a child. âOh, it'll be a lot more yelling than fucking talking,â she muttered, her voice sharp.
Paigeâs jaw tightened, the muscle ticking as she clenched her teeth. She didnât take her eyes off the road but finally responded, her voice laced with warning. âWhat did I tell you about doing this in front of people?â
Kehlani let out a bitter laugh, her head tilting slightly as she gestured vaguely toward the car. âOh, but you can flirt with Azzi in front of three thousand people, huh? Thatâs perfectly fine?â
Paigeâs gaze snapped up to meet Kehlaniâs through the rearview mirror, her expression hard. âStop,â she said simply.
For a moment, Kehlani opened her mouth like she was going to say something else, but the sharp look Paige gave her was enough to make her think twice. She pressed her lips together, the silence in the car growing even more as they continued the drive.
When they returned to campus, Paige immediately headed to her room, hoping to avoid any more conflict. Kehlani followed, slamming the door behind her as she stormed in. The tension between them was thick, the unspoken frustration that had been building for days now ready to spill over.
Kehlani didn't waste any time. âIf you want to fuck her, just get it over with so you can get it out of your system,â she snapped, her voice filled with bitterness. Paigeâs expression immediately hardened. She had been holding her tongue but had so much pent up frustration she didnât care anymore.
Paige turned to face her, her eyes narrowing. âWatch your fucking mouth Kehlani,â she said, her voice low and full of warning.
Kehlani sneered, crossing her arms. âOh, so you have a reaction now? I just have to say something about Azzi to get you to finally react, huh?â
Paige rolled her eyes, exasperated. âYouâre being ridiculous. Iâm not doing this with you.â
Kehlani scoffed, pacing in frustration. âYouâre seriously just gonna keep playing it off? Like nothingâs happening between you two? How long do you think you can keep this up before it blows up in your face?â
Paige stayed leaned against her desk, arms crossed over her chest. Her voice was calm when she replied, âLook, Iâve been upfront with you from the beginning. If you want to walk away, do it. Iâm not forcing you to stay. I told you from the start this was casual.â
Kehlani whipped around to face her, her tone sharp. âItâs not even casual anymore, Paige. At least back then weâd fuck or something after we argued!â
Paige let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. âIs that what this is about? We donât fuck anymore?â
Kehlani's jaw tightened, her voice rising with indignation. âDo you even know when the last time we were together was?â
Paige shrugged nonchalantly, unfazed by the question. âNope. But Iâm sure you're going to enlighten me.â
Kehlani stepped closer, her eyes flashing with irritation. âIt was after the team went out drinking,â she snapped. âYou and Azzi were all over each other all night because you were drunk. And you didnât even care who saw.â
Paige raised her brows slightly, but she didnât interrupt.
Kehlani stepped closer, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration. âWe argued about it when we got back, and you wanted to shut me up, so you fucked me. Thatâs the last time, Paige. Do you even care?â
Paige groaned, rubbing her temples. âLani, I donât even know what you want me to say right now.â
Kehlani's voice sharpened. âAre you getting it from her now? Is that why?â
Paige let out a long, exasperated sigh. âIâm not fucking Azzi! Jesus Christ!â
Kehlani let out a bitter laugh. âStop being a coward and admit you want to at least. Just say it.â
Paige froze for a moment, her patience finally snapping. She straightened up, her eyes locking with Kehlaniâs. âAlright. Fine. I wanna fuck Azzi. Is that what you wanna hear?â
Kehlani blinked, momentarily stunned but unwilling to back down. âSay it again, Paige. Say it like you fucking mean it.â
Paige scoffed, shaking her head. âYouâre fucking crashing right now bro.â
But Kehlani stood firm like she always does, crossing her arms. âNo, Paige. Say it. Donât half-ass it. I want to hear you say it.â
Paigeâs frustration boiled over, and her voice rose as she snapped. âYes, I want to fuck Azzi! I want to fuck her every time I look at her!â
Kehlani raised an eyebrow, unmoved. âKeep going.â
âWhat?â Paige snapped, incredulous.
âYouâve been a coward this whole time. You finally grew a spineâdonât stop now. Keep going. What else?â Kehlaniâs voice dripped with venom.
Paige leaned forward, her voice escalating, almost shouting now as she spoke her mind but wanted to shut Kehlani up in the process. âI think about doing the nastiest shit you can imagine to her, okay? Is that what youâre deranged ass wanted to hear? Is that good enough for you now?â
Kehlani smirked, clapping her hands together slowly, the sound cutting through the tension. âFucking finally. There it is. At least now weâre finally being honest.â
Paige glared at her. âFuck you, Kehlani,â she spat.
Kehlani snorted, shaking her head as she turned toward the door. âNah, Paige. Youâre saving that for Azzi, right?â
Ironically, as the words left her mouth, the door swung open, and Azzi walked in, her eyebrows furrowing at the scene in front of her.
Kehlani chuckled darkly, shaking her head as if the situation was some cruel joke she was in on.
Azziâs gaze bounced between the two of them, her tone cautious as she took in Paigeâs demeanor. âUh... should I go P?â
Paigeâs entire demeanor shifted the second she saw Azzi, the hard edges of her anger softening, though her tension was still noticeable. âNo, Az,â she said quietly, her voice noticeably softer. âItâs fine. Weâre done.â
Kehlani scoffed, her laugh sharp and bitter. âOh no weâre not done, but you should stay,â she said, gesturing to the room. âCome enjoy the show. Paige was just telling me all about how much she thinks about fucking you. Werenât you, Paige?â
Azzi didnât flinch. Her expression tightened as she looked at Kehlani, but there was no shock in her eyes.
Paige didnât say anything, her jaw tightening.
Kehlani wasnât done, stepping closer, her arms crossed as her voice dripped with sarcasm. âWhat? Too shy to say it now? You werenât shy five minutes ago. Go ahead, Paige. Tell her.â
Paigeâs eyes darkened as her patience snapped. âKehlani, shut the fuck up.â
Kehlani laughed coldly, tilting her head. âWhat, you canât tell her? Canât tell her how you were just talking about all the nasty shit you want to do to her? Go on, Paige. Please donât stop now.â
Paige took a step forward, her voice low. âWeâre done, Kehlani. Get the hell out.â
Kehlani stared at her for a moment, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips before she turned to Azzi. âJust a warning,â she said, her voice light but toxic. âShe gets a little rough when sheâs upset.â
With that, she walked out, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving an almost deafening silence in her wake.
Azzi stayed rooted in place, her eyes locked on Paige, who was visibly trying to hold herself together, her shoulders tense and her jaw clenched. Azziâs brow furrowed in concern as she cautiously stepped closer. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Paigeâs hand as if to ground her. âPaige,â she said gently, âTalk to me. Whatâs going on in your head right now?â
Paige took a deep breath, the sound shaky as she stared at the floor for a moment. Then she met Azziâs gaze, her eyes were dark with a look Azzi hadnât seen before. âAz, you need to leave,â Paige said, her voice low and rough. âIf you donât, Iâm going to do something weâll regret.â
It wasnât a plea; it was a warning.
The air between them grew heavier, the tension almost suffocating. Paigeâs frustration and anger were palpableâevery argument with Kehlani, every unresolved feeling about Azzi, every ounce of sexual tension sheâd been bottling up for weeksâit all felt like it was seconds away from exploding. She couldnât think straight, couldnât breathe.
But Azzi didnât step back. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into the faintest hint of a smile. âDo it then,â she said softly, her voice carrying a challenge she hadnât fully thought through.
The second the words left her mouth, Azzi realized she shouldâve thought about it a little more.
But Paigeâs reaction was immediate, almost primal. Her hand shot up, wrapping firmly around Azziâs neck as she pushed her back against the wall with a force that sent a picture frame rattling. Azzi gasped softly, her wide eyes searching Paigeâs for a split second before Paige leaned in, her lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was rough, hungry, and completely consuming.
Azziâs initial surprise melted into something deeper, her body responding instinctively as her hands grabbed at Paigeâs waist, pulling her closer. Paigeâs grip on Azziâs neck tightened as she deepened the kiss, her desire building as she couldnât get enough of Azzi. Each brush of their lips, each shift in their embrace sent a pulse of heat through Paigeâs body. She was losing herself in the moment, in the touch, in the taste of Azzi.
The kiss wasnât gentle or carefulâit was unapologetically passionate. It was everything they had been holding back for years, all the longing, all the frustration, all the stolen moments finally manifesting. Azzi could feel Paigeâs hunger, the intensity in every movement. She could feel Paigeâs breath against her skin, could feel the heat in her hand as it gripped her neck, holding her in place with a possessive energy that sent shivers down Azziâs spine.
Azziâs hands squeezed Paigeâs hips, urging her closer, pulling her against the heat of her body. She loved the way Paigeâs fingers tightened around her neck, the way Paigeâs body moved against hers with a sense of urgency, as though they were both starving. The aggression, the way Paige was pushing her into the wallâit felt exhilarating, freeing. Azzi had always known Paige had it in her, but now that it was happening, she could hardly believe it.
The world outside the room, outside this moment, ceased to exist. It was just them. Paigeâs hand, warm and possessive around her neck, the way she kissed Azzi like she was afraid she might disappear if she didnât hold on tight enoughâAzzi was completely intoxicated by it. She wanted more, needed more, and with every passing second she was reminded that this was everything theyâd been denying for so long.
Paigeâs breath hitched as she pulled Azziâs hair roughly, exposing more of her neck. Azzi gasped at the feeling, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing in her eyes. Paigeâs grip tightened on Azziâs hair, pushing her head back more as she traced her lips down the sensitive skin of Azziâs neck.
Paige's lips were messy, marking every inch of her neck. She could feel the heat radiating off Azziâs body as she kissed her harder, deeper, moving against her with an intensity neither of them had expected for their first time. When she pulled back for a moment, her voice was rough, the question slipping out without a second thought.
âYou arenât cheating, right?â Paige asked.
Azzi nodded quickly, her hands grabbing at Paigeâs, urging her back to her neck. âNo," she whispered, "Iâm not.â
Azziâs words were barely heard before Paige tugged harder on her hair, guiding her back, her lips attacking Azziâs neck again. Paigeâs hands gripped Azziâs body tighter, not letting go, as if marking every inch of her skin as her own.
Azzi melted into it, her body arching toward Paigeâs, having craved the roughness for so long, the need that was building between them.
Before Azzi could even process what was happening, Paigeâs hands were at the back of her thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. The strength in Paigeâs grip made Azzi's heart race, and she couldnât help but feel a rush of pride that Paigeâs athleticism was coming into play at the moment. She wrapped her legs around Paigeâs waist instinctively, pulling her closer, the kiss deepening as Paigeâs hands roamed over her butt with desperation.
Azzi could feel everything building, the need between them undeniable. Paige didnât pause, didn't even hesitate, as she walked them over to the desk. Azziâs breath hitched when she felt the edge of the desk press against the backs of her thighs, and Paige, without breaking the kiss, placed her gently yet firmly on top of it knocking a few things over as she did so.
Azzi gasped, her hands grabbing at Paigeâs shoulders to steady herself. She didnât know what was more excitingâthe feeling of Paigeâs body pressed against hers, the heat radiating between them, or the way she was being handled.
Paige pulled back slightly, her gaze dark, filled with an intensity Azzi had never witnessed before. Azzi was breathless, her body humming, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked up at Paige, waiting for whatever came next.
Paigeâs eyes never left Azziâs as she spoke. âTake off your shirt.â
There was something in the way Paige said itâsomething possessive and undeniably intenseâthat made Azzi swallow hard. She felt the weight of the command settle into her chest, her heart hammering in her ears as her breath caught.
Without hesitation, Azzi pulled her shirt over her head, feeling a shiver run through her as she caught Paigeâs gaze, the hunger in her usual soft blue eyes making her pulse quicken. Azzi knew it was different now. This wasnât the teasing, the slow build-up. This was something primal and she was willingly volunteering herself for it.
She let the fabric fall to the floor, her hands shaking slightly but not from fearâmore from the anticipation. Every muscle in her body was tuned to Paige, waiting for her next move, her next command. In that moment, she didnât want anything more than to be exactly what Paige wanted.
Paige's hands moved quickly, pulling Azzi's hips forward just enough so she could stand between her legs, their bodies barely apart but still aching for more.
Without warning, Paige grabbed Azzi by the neck, her grip firm, pulling her into another kiss that was desperate and unrestrained. The urgency in the kiss was undeniable, a silent plea for release as Paige's body pressed into Azzi's. Paige was fighting to control herself, to not be aggressive as she could be, but the tension inside her was too much-every muscle, every nerve, was on fire with the need to close the gap between them.
Her lips moved hungrily against Azzi's, breathing in the taste of her like it was the only thing that could calm the desperate ache inside. Paige's hands gripped Azzi's sides, her fingers digging in as if she might never let go, as if this moment was the only thing that mattered. Their breaths mingled, heavy and fast, as Paige pressed closer, her chest brushing against Azzi's, the heat between them only amplifying the intensity of the kiss.
Azzi's hands slid to the back of Paige's neck, pulling her deeper, her body arching toward Paige's.
Paige yanked Azzi's head back again, her grip tight as she started to assault Azziâs neck again. The raw tension between them was undeniable. But then, Azzi let out a soft moan at the feeling, a sound that was so sudden, so unfiltered, that it stopped Paige in her tracks.
It wasn't just a sound. It was a plea, a release that vibrated through the space between them, and when it escaped Azzi's lips, it shattered Paige's control. The way it rang in the air, the desperate vulnerability in it. Paige's jaw tightened, her whole body going rigid.
She pulled back quickly, struggling to catch her breath. Paige clenched her jaw desperately trying to hold on to whatever semblance of self control she had left. But she was failing. Without a word, she turned away, her steps almost urgent as she walked toward the closet.
"Take everything off," Paige's voice was rough.
Paige reached into the closet, her fingers brushing over a few bags, before pulling out a sealed box that she began taking to plastic off of.
Azzi didn't hesitate. She undressed quickly, following Paige's command without a second thought. Every movement was fluid, driven by a mix of anticipation and the sharp heat that still pulsed between them.
As soon as she was bare, she walked over to the desk, sitting back on it, the cool surface pressing against her skin, contrasting with the heat radiating off of her.
She watched Paige intently, her eyes tracing every movement as Paige got completely undressed before stepping into a harness and adjusting it.
Paige's every action was deliberate, her fingers brushing against the fabric, pulling at it slowly to make sure everything was in place as her eyes raked over Azziâs body as she did it.
Something about the sight has more pooling between Azziâs legs. Paige is scarily calm right now which terrifies and excites Azzi at the same time.
As Paige walked toward Azzi slowly, her gaze never left brown eyes. When she reached her, she leaned in just enough to let her voice drop low. "You wanna feel me, Az?" Her words were a tease, full of promise, and the way they hung in the air made Azzi's heart skip.
Azzi nodded, almost too quickly, her throat suddenly dry. She didn't trust herself to speakâher body ached with a need for Paige and Paige only.
Paige's lips curved into a smile as she reached up, brushing her thumb across Azzi's lip. The touch was soft and gentle, yet somehow possessive, and without thinking, Azzi parted her lips and took it into her mouth.
She sucked it in slowly, her eyes never leaving Paige's as she swirled her tongue, feeling the heat of Paige's gaze searing her skin.
Paige watched her intently, savoring the sight, before sliding her thumb out of Azzi's mouth. She dragged it slowly down her jaw, the pads of her fingers tracing lightly across her skin before finally resting at Azzis center where she began to trace small agonizingly slow circles against Azzi.
Azzi's breath hitched, her jaw tightening as the circles only further deepened the ache in her stomach. Each movement, each second that passed, stretched the tension unbearably, the pressure building in her chest. The way Paige took her time, making every second feel like an eternity, had Azzi biting down on her lip to keep from reacting too loudly.
Paige's thumb circled lazily along Azzi's center, her touch soft. She was watching closely for every little reaction: the sharp, ragged inhale, the subtle tremor in Azzi's body, the way her lips would part as she tried to hold in the sounds threatening to slip out. Each moment, each subtle movement, felt like an eternity as she pieced together what Azzi loved like it was the easiest puzzle in the world.
Azzi's breath caught as Paige pushed against her a little harder, her eyes fluttering closed involuntarily. Paige's eyes darkened as she saw the way Azzi tried to bite down harder, a silent battle the girl was having to remain quiet for some reason. Paige couldn't help but chuckle a little at this.
"You know it's not going to matter in a few minutes, right?" Paige's voice was calm as she said it, but there was a bit of an edge to it, a silent promise to Azzi that she wouldnât be able to stay quiet even if she tried. Still, she continued her slow, torturous circles, watching for the breaking point.
Azzi opened her glossed over eyes, meeting Paige's gaze. Her voice was barely a whisper, but there was a challenge to it. "You like to hear it?"
Paige nodded, her breath shallow. "Of course." The simple words hung in the air, full of desire.
It was as if Azzi had been holding her breath, saving it for this exact moment. Not two seconds later, the sound escaped her lips-a soft, almost angelic moan. The sound was almost too beautiful for how quiet it was.
It was enough for Paige to not want to wait anymore wanting to hear so much more spill from Azziâs lips.
So she swipes the top of the strap against Azzi a few times to make sure sheâs ready for it before sheâs pressing forward, sliding in halfway before pausing to make sure sheâs ok and giving her some time to adjust.
âOh fuck-â Azzi immediately gasps at the feeling pulling Paigeâs closer to her by her shoulders.
Leaning over her a little now Paige begins slowly rolling her hips careful not to go in all the way yet.
Paige mumbles against Azziâs neck where sheâs planting kisses and sucking on the already marked skin. âDoes that feel good pretty?â As Paige says this her fingers tangle in Azziâs hair tugging at it to expose more of her neck as she continues working in and out of her.
âMhmm yesâfeelsâŠfeels so fucking good. Oh fuck.â Azziâs face twists slightly as Paige pushes all the way in hitting somewhere deep in her stomach.
Paige reaches down with her free hand to rub circles against Azzi again as she picks up the pace of her hips.
With every movement, Azzi whimpers. The breathy noises music to Paigeâs ears, urging her on. Paige pushes Azziâs legs further apart, eventually making her wrap her legs around her waist as the new position allows her to work deeper into Azzi.
Azzi whoâs never felt anything like this whimpers out âFuck yesâŠgimme more PaigeâŠharder please babyâ her moans getting louder as she grasps at the shelf behind her trying to find anything to anchor herself.
Paige immediately obliges to the request grabbing Azziâs waist pulling her into her more as she works in and out of her at a faster pace.
Azzi smiles at this for a second before her jaw drops as she fights to keep her eyes locked on Paige.
Paige feels like she can come undone just by the look on Azziâs face. The way her brown eyes are locked on Paigeâs blue ones, struggling to keep her breath makes Paige fall in love with her all over again.
Paige moves herself closer to Azzi so she can whisper in her ear. âMhm you so fucking pretty taking it like this baby...you like it when I fuck you like this Azzi?â
"Yes- fuck... Yes I love it so muchâ" Azziâs arms wrap around Paigeâs shoulders, her nails digging into her pale skin as the blonde moves into her at an unreasonable pace making her see stars.
Paige groans at the feeling of Azziâs nails digging into her as she rests her forehead on her shoulder.
Azzi continues gasping, her breathing sharp as she tightens her hold on Paige anchoring herself to something real. Her chest rising and falling in quick succession, pulse hammering in her ears, drowning out everything but the feeling of Paige inside her.
"ShitâŠI've wanted this for so long," Azzi whispered, her voice trembling.
Paige pulled back from Azziâs shoulder to rest their foreheads together. Their breaths mingled, hot and unsteady, as they locked eyes, both panting at Paigeâs movements.
Paige's lips curled into a slow smile, her voice low and a little breathy, laced with a possessiveness that makes Azzi weak. "Tell me what you mean, baby."
Azzi's heart fluttered at the sound of Paigeâs voice. Her entire body seemed to hum with the weight of the question. She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering the fragments of herself, feeling her body continue to pulse at Paige who hasnât slowed down for a second. Her hands move to Paige's face, fingers trembling as they cup her jaw, bringing her closer, as if she couldn't get enough of the warmth, of the weight of Paige's presence.
"I've wanted you to fuck me just like this," Azzi panted, the words spilling out in a rush. âTouched myself thinking about how you would feel.â Her grip tightened, nails gently grazing Paige's skin who has slowed her movements easing all of it in and out at a steady pace.
Paige's smile deepened as she looked at Azzi, her voice dripping with something almost dangerous, like she knew exactly what Azzi needed. "It's all mine, baby?" Her lips barely moved as she whispered them.
Azzi's breath hitched, her whole body answering the question before her words could as she felt something pool on the desk under her.
She nodded, forehead pressing against Paige's, her eyes rolling back as she gave in to the overwhelming flood of emotions.
"Use your words for me, baby," Paige murmured, a soft pressure against Azzi's jaw, urging her, coaxing the confession out.
Azzi swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her throat, before she finally gave in to the truth of it all, letting it tumble out in a breathless confession. "It's yours, Paige. Fuck yes, it's all yours baby."
Azzi's hands are steady on Paige's face, her fingers tracing the soft line of her jaw. The heat radiating between them is undeniable now, but it's not just physical-it's everything they've been holding back. Azziâs legs are still wrapped around Paigeâs waist, their bodies pressed together, the only space between them the shared breaths that are only becoming more ragged.
The world outside them has faded completely. All that's left is the sound of their hearts racing, the intensity of their eyes locked in a silent battle. But Azzi can feel it. She can feel Paige's jaw tighten under her fingers, feel Paige's slight hesitation to speak.
"Say it, baby," Azzi breathes out, voice rough, pleading. The words hang between them, as she dares Paige to cross the line they've been dancing around for so long. The unspoken truth that neither has allowed themselves to fully acknowledge-until now.
Paige's jaw tightens more, her mind fighting against the pull of the confession. She knows, deep down, that once she says the words, there's no taking them back. No turning away from what it means. Her eyes search Azzi's, a mix of fear, longing, and something else-something so much deeper. Azzi's brown eyes are full of hope, desperation, and a promise.
Azzi leans in closer, her breath catching in her throat. "Please... Paige..." she whimpers, as though the words might shatter if she says them too loud. "Say it. Please. I need to hear it baby.â
For a heartbeat, Paige hesitates. But having Azzi like this completely bare for her taking everything sheâs giving her makes something stir in Paige. The fear, the uncertainty, melts away. She licks her lips slowly, never breaking Azzi's gaze, and the words come out like a release, a truth finally allowed to breathe.
"I love you, Azzi," Paige whispers, keeping her voice low. "I fucking love you." Paige says again as she rolls her hips into Azzi perfectly. The words feel almost foreign on her tongue, but they taste right. They feel like everything she's been holding back for so long, all the quiet moments, the stolen glances, the touch that said more than words ever could.
Azzi's breath hitches, her eyes going wide not just from the feeling of Paige hitting deep inside of her but from hearing those words fall from her lips for the first time the combination of them both leaving her breathless.
She can barely hold back the rush of emotion that crashes over her. "I love you so fucking much, Paige," she murmurs, her voice breaking on the edge of the confession. It's everything she's wanted to say to Paige since they were teenagers.
Azzi's fingers trace Paige's face gently, her heart pounding as if it might burst from her chest. "I love you," she whispers again, this time, the words are like a devotion to Paige.
Paige presses her forehead to Azzi's, her lips just inches away, her breath mingling with Azzi's. She could lose herself in this moment forever. "I love you so much Azzi," she breathes, her voice full of everything she's kept locked away.
Paige can feel herself building at Azziâs words, the weight of the moment, the way the harness was rubbing against her. She doesnât think sheâs ever felt this turned on before, sheâs never felt this pull in her stomach from just fucking somebody else.
Before Paige embarrassingly comes undone before Azzi sheâs pulling out completely causing Azzi to immediately whine at the feeling as she looks up at Paige with desperation.
Paige didnât give Azzi a chance to say anything before she was lifting her off the desk.
Without missing a beat, Paige walks over and gently lays Azzi down on her back on the bed hovering over her as she locks eyes with her.
Paige whispers out. âWanna feel all of you when you finish for me.â
Azzi hums at this, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks at Paige. Her fingers threading through Paigeâs messy hair.
Without saying anything Paige presses back inside of Azzi completely making her arch off of the bed letting out an almost pornographic sound. Paige leans down pressing sloppy kisses to Azziâs chest leaving new marks further down as she starts rolling her hips into her again.
Azziâs mouth falls open at the feeling, her body picking up right where it left off a few seconds ago. Paigeâs eyes hold Azziâs as she wraps her hand around her throat again squeezing just tight enough causing a whimper to fall from Azzi as she flutters her eyes closed at the way Paige is controlling the situation.
Not liking that she canât see Azziâs eyes anymore Paige whispers out âLook at me Azzi baby.â
Azzi's eyes immediately flutter open, the command in Paige's voice making her head spin. Her gaze locks onto Paige's, but her vision is hazy, her eyes watering at the spot Paige is hitting over and over.
Paige smiles, itâs a knowing grin, as if she knows exactly what sheâs doing to Azzi and she shakes her head as if to tell Azzi it's not time to break yet.
"No, not yet sweetheart," Paige murmurs, her fingers tightened against Azzi's throat like a warning.
Azzi's throat tightens as she tries to speak to break the tension, but her voice falters.
She shifts beneath Paige, her head trying to turn to the side, desperate for some escape from the intensity of the moment. But before she can move too far Paige tightens her hold to keep her in place.
"Donât look away from me when iâm talking to you Azziâ Paige's voice is calm, but there's an edge to it now, making Azzi's breath hitch in her throat as she nods.
At this Paige takes her hand off of Azzi throat and moves it down to her stomach where she presses down slightly feeling every thrust.
Azzi immediately moans at the pressure as she locks her ankles around Paigeâs back not allowing any room between them.
"Mm- fuck, Paige. Iâm so close. Donât stopâŠplease, don't stop just like that." Words are just tumbling out of Azzi now as she wraps her arms around Paigeâs shoulder holding her against her completely as Paige picks up her pace to something almost ruthless.
Azziâs hand immediately tangles in her hair trying to pull Paige closer as she sucks on her pressure point.
Paige brings her hand up, carefully interlocking it with one of Azzi's that isnât tangled in her hair, her breath warm against Azzi's neck as she mumbles, "I'm so close, baby." Azzi nods in response not able to form a words, her legs tightening around Paige's waist, pulling her even closer.
All that leaves Azziâs lips are whimpers and moans as Paige moves into her. Paige keeps her pace until Azziâs body starts to tremble under her and she feels the movements get a little harder as Azzi tightens.
âOhmygodohmygodâŠfuck..fuckâ Azzi screams her fingers tightening in Paigeâs hair as she releases all over the sheets. Paige squeezes their interlaced hands as she keeps moving, still chasing her own release, mumbling out, âHold on baby Iâm right there.â
Despite her sensitivity Azzi presses her heels into Paigeâs back pulling her closer and not long after Paige is groaning out a âoh shit..fuck Az..fuckfuckâ before sheâs slumping on top of Azzi.
The room is filled with the sound of their breathing, both of them lying there, skin still warm and sticky, bodies tangled together in the aftermath. For a moment, neither of them moved, as if both of them were trying to process the intensity of what had just happened. It was different, undeniably so. Different than any other time with anyone else. This wasnât just physical.
After some time of laying there, Paige shifted slightly, her lips brushing against Azziâs shoulder. âImma pull out now, okay?â she murmured, her voice soft and low.
Azziâs hands shot up to grab Paigeâs shoulders, halting her immediately. Paige froze, lifting her head to meet Azziâs gaze. There was something almost pleading in her eyes, a vulnerability Paige hadnât seen before.
âNot yet,â Azzi whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Paige smiles as she gazes down at her. âCan you keep going?â she asked, her tone laced with both amusement and awe.
Azzi nodded, her breath catching as her hands slid down Paigeâs back. âYeah,â she admitted, her cheeks flushing. âI just... I donât want this to end yet.â
Paige chuckled softly, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Azziâs lips. âYouâre something else, Az,â she said against her mouth, her voice warm.
Azzi smirked faintly, her hands curling into Paigeâs skin. âYeah, and you love it,â she shot back, though her voice trembled slightly when Paige adjusted her hips.
Paige didnât deny it. Instead, she shifted, one of her hands trailing slowly down Azziâs side. âAlright,â Paige murmured, her lips grazing Azziâs jaw before trailing down to her neck again. âGuess I better make it worth your while.â
Azziâs laugh turned into a quiet gasp as Paige started to move again, her hands gripping Azzi's hips as she eased her back into it. But then Azzi couldnât help the soft chuckle that escaped her, the sound muffled behind her hand. Paige paused slightly, raising a brow.
âWhatâs funny?â Paige asked, her voice low, breath still hot against Azziâs neck.
Azzi shook her head, though the grin on her face betrayed her amusement. âItâs justââ she laughed softly again, tilting her head back slightly to meet Paigeâs curious eyes. âYour cross necklace. Itâs just... dangling there. Right in my face.â
Paige looked down and noticed the small silver cross swaying between them. She couldnât help the laugh that bubbled out of her. âYeah, thatâs probably not the vibe right now,â she muttered.
Azzi smirked, clearly enjoying the irony. âItâs definitely a choice,â she teased, her breath hitching as Paigeâs fingers tightened against her skin.
âAlright,â Paige said, grinning as she moved her hand to Azziâs chin, tilting her head slightly. âHow about I fix that for you?â
Before Azzi could respond, Paige pulled out and flipped her over with an effortless motion, Azziâs stomach now against the bed. Paige hovered over her, her cross now out of Azziâs sight. Paige leaned down, her lips brushing against Azziâs ear. âBetter?â
Azzi swallowed hard, her smirk faltering as Paigeâs hand slid back to her waist. âYeah,â she breathed, her voice suddenly softer. âMuch better.â
Paige chuckled, her lips trailing slowly down Azziâs jaw. âGood,â she murmured. âNow stop laughing and focus, Az.â
Azzi smiled faintly, but her next laugh dissolved into a sharp inhale as Paige reminded her exactly what kind of focus she meant.
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Later that night, Paige and Azzi lay side by side, their shoulders brushing, hands intertwined as the quiet of the room settled around them. The adrenaline had long worn off, leaving them in a haze of warmth and exhaustion.
Azzi let out a soft laugh, her thumb brushing over the back of Paigeâs hand. âI need a shower,â she murmured, breaking the silence.
Paigeâs eyes were half-closed, her voice barely above a mumble as she replied, âSame.â
Azzi turned her head slightly, glancing at Paige with a teasing smile. âYouâre actually disgusting,â she joked.
Paige cracked one eye open, the corner of her mouth twitching into a lazy grin. âYou loved it,â she fired back, her voice low and raspy but filled with clear amusement.
Azzi laughed again. âUnfortunately,â she said, shaking her head dramatically, âyou might be right.â
Paige gave a low chuckle, squeezing Azziâs hand gently. âMight be? Câmon, Az. Own it.â
Azzi rolled her eyes but couldnât hide the smile tugging at her lips. âFine. I loved it. Happy?â
âVery,â Paige murmured, her voice already trailing off into something quieter as her head tilted toward Azziâs.
They stayed like that for a while, the silence between them comfortable, the warmth of their connection lingering in the air. Paige stared up at the ceiling, her breathing finally even as her thumb absently traced circles against the back of Azziâs hand.
âWait,â Paige started, her voice soft but curious. âWhat happened to Kali?â
Azzi, who was half-drifting into sleep, let out a quiet laugh. âShe was sitting next to me when you were on live,â she said simply, her tone amused.
Paige chuckled, shaking her head as she glanced over at Azzi. âYeah, that tracks.â
Azzi gave Paigeâs hand another squeeze, her voice softer now, as though she didnât want to disturb the moment too much. âSo?â she asked, her words a quiet nudge, a question hanging between them.
Paige turned her head to look at her, her expression calm. âSo,â she echoed, meeting Azziâs eyes. âI love you, and you love me.â She paused, her lips twitching into a faint smile. âSo⊠weâre going to do this?â
Azzi studied her for a beat, her own smile forming slowly but surely. She nodded, her gaze steady. âYeah, I think we are.â
Paigeâs lips curved fully now, her hand tightening slightly around Azziâs. âYeah. I think so too.â
Azziâs smile grew wider at that, something soft and unspoken passing between them as she shifted a little closer, her shoulder brushing Paigeâs. âGood,â she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper.
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When Paige and Azzi finally mustered the energy to get up and head to the shower, they didnât expect to be greeted by half the team. Unfortunately for them, the door opened just as KK, Aubrey, and Jana barged in, looking for snacks or whatever excuse theyâd come up with to snoop once Paige and Azzi gave signs of life in the team group chat suspiciously at the same time.
The room fell silent for a split second before KKâs jaw dropped dramatically. âGirl, boo! Yâall were supposed to wait one more week!â she yelled, throwing her hands up like they had committed some unforgivable betrayal.
Meanwhile, Aubrey punched the air in celebration. âLetâs gooo! I told yâall!â
Paige groaned, scrubbing her hand down her face. âYou bet on us?â she asked, her voice exasperated but not surprised.
Aubrey grinned, shameless. âOf course we did! Do you know how obvious yâall have been? And I knew Iâd win..â
Jana, always the blunt one, crossed her arms and looked between Paige and Azzi. âYâall are gross,â she said, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her words. âLike, really. You couldnât wait even a little longer?â
Paige rolled her eyes, leaning against the doorframe. âYâall done?â
Azzi, on the other hand, was struggling to keep her laughter at bay as she wrapped an arm around Paigeâs waist. âAlright, out. We have a shower to get to, and unlike yâall, we donât have bet debts to settle.â
KK smirked, raising a brow. âA shower, huh? Together?â
Paige pointed toward the door, her expression flat. âGoodbye, KK.â
Laughing, the group finally started to file out, with Aubrey grinning at Paige on her way out. âCongrats, by the way. About time yâall stopped torturing yourselves.â
As the door clicked shut behind them, Paige let out a long sigh, her head dropping to Azziâs shoulder. âI swear, Iâm not leaving this room for a week.â
Azzi chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of Paigeâs head. âItâs gonna take more than a week for all this to go away.â
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