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reiderwriter · 7 months ago

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I’ve watching the episode where Reid kisses the actress. Could you write a fic where the reader is in the BAU and is best friends with Reid but has a secret crush on Reid which is obvious to everyone on the team but Reid and she is so jealous of the actress and the teams teases her about it?

A/N: Hello! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it~♡

Warnings: none, hints of bi-reader, but like...come on.

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Your “too obvious, plain as day, nearly embarrassing” schoolgirl crush on Spencer Reid was taking too long to fizzle out naturally.

When you'd met the man, and your heart fluttered, you knew you'd have to go through the motions: you'd hope, grow fonder of the man, dream about him, then cringe, get ick, and ultimately you'd achieve the ultimate crush death.

You were stuck somewhere between hope and dream, still, and had taken a wrong turn somewhere leading to nearly Hozier-levels of desperate longing.

5 months assisting the BAU as a press liaison, working as JJ's assistant on more public facing cases had landed you here.

And what better case for you to spread your wings on than one in Los Angeles itself, starring the famous Lila Archer.

When Gideon and Reid had called the case in, you'd been eager not to seem too eager. You'd never been out of Quantico on a case before, usually shacking up in an office to shout down phone lines as reporters on the press room floor telling them they were scum of the earth for sensationalizing murder. JJ had obviously taught you to have a more nuanced conversation that that, but your inner thoughts were still allowed.

But LA was a different kettle of fish, and Hotch appreciated that. It didn't quite help that you visibly perked up when you heard Reid himself had a hand in calling it into the team. A high-school classmate and a jet ride later, you were excited and ready to greet Spencer Reid. And Lila Archer.

She was so pretty it was intimidating to even breathe the same air as her, a magnetism that drew everyone in the room closer to her just as Spencer drew you towards him.

You tried not to see the obvious attraction the two had to each other, but the bile rose in your throat every time you thought about the case. The sour twinge of jealousy became a constant on the case, as your efforts to save Lila from her stalker also pushed her closer and closer to Spencer.

And that wasn't even accounting for the fact that you'd suddenly become tongue-tied around them.

Spencer had asked you multiple times how you were enjoying your first time out in the field, and the most you could muster was a nod and a stammered “it's been good, I guess.”

With Lila, it was worse. You couldn't even tell her your name, and had overheard her politely asking Reid for it a few times every time you'd dropped coffee off in their vicinity.

Your school girl crush was hitting the first heartbreak road bump at full speed, and dear god, you were not ready for the car crash.

You tried to psych yourself out of it, to clear your mind and remain professional, but one tabloid cover after wrapping the case ended that for you completely.

“Whooo, Spencer, my man! I knew you were a pretty boy, I didn't know you had game like that!”

The tabloid had been dropped on his desk by Derek loudly and had quickly drawn a crowd when they'd seen the resulting red flush from the man of the hour.

He'd snatched up the gossip rag pretty quickly, but not before you'd gotten a glimpse of the cover. You recognised Lila’s pool, then Lila herself, then the man she was passionately making out with as you felt your heart crack in two.

You'd stuck like a fly on the wall and quietly joined in the teasing as you swallowed all of your ugly emotions at once.

“And in the pool, too, Spencer, that's crazy. Look at Y/N. She can't believe it herself!” You forced a small giggle past your lips and hoped the others couldn't tell how fake it was. You stuck out a few more minutes of conversation before nearly running back to JJ's, thankfully empty office.

The tears were silent.

You berated yourself for even letting them fall. An unrequited love wasn't the end of the world - especially considering you had to work with Reid, see him every day.

It took you months to get over it. Not that you ever fully managed it.

You simply told yourself that you'd never felt that way in the first place, gaslighting yourself into believing there was no feelings and thus no heartbreak.

After a month of haunting the office with your general gloom, you got into the flow of it and truly convinced yourself you were over it.

And you were until everyone started talking about it all over again.

“Spencer, I heard your lady friend is going to be in a real blockbuster soon. Congrats!” Morgan clapped the man on the shoulder as he walked past, discarding his coat at his desk as he arrived for work.

You gripped your coffee mug slightly tighter as you wished the conversation would blow over.

“Reid has a lady friend? Oh, please do not spare the details,” Emily jumped in, eager to integrate herself into the team now that she was in it.

“You know that actress, Lila Archer? We babysat her on a case a couple of months back, and she took quite the liking to our little genius-”

“Morgan, stop-” Reid groaned, flushing yet again at the mention of the whole scenario.

“Okay, I'll back off,” the older man said quickly. “If you can tell me honestly, you don't still have that tabloid cover in the second draw of your desk.”

You tried to stand and walk away from the conversation without drawing any attention to yourself, but the tension in your body left you stiff and less than graceful. You tripped on the corner of your desk on your way out but didn't pause to even listen to the others' call after you in your haste to clear the venom burning in your throat.

You were fine and happy to ignore your emotions, but you realized then that kind of tactics would only work if everybody else managed to avoid them, too.

You calmed your pace to a wall and took a series of deep breaths, trying to rationalize your departure to yourself.

“I'm busy. There's some files I need to pull anyway, so I'm just going to file storage. That's why I left my desk. That's all, I'm fine.”

Your small pep talk didn't rewrite history, though, and you still felt a cloud of envy following you around.

He kept her picture. In his drawer.

Truth be told, you weren't expecting it to hurt this bad.

You heard footsteps come up behind you, so you quickly ducked into the empty elevator, not quite ready to face anyone yet. A hand caught it just as you were about to be left alone, though, and Spencer joined you in the elevator.

You weren't exactly shocked to see him. He'd been just as uncomfortable with the topic of conversation as you had, if not more so. You just wished you hadn't been in the same place now.

“Sorry, I need some files.”

Great, you were going to the same place as well. You just nodded slightly and gave him a tight-lipped smile as you travelled down to the place you'd both chosen as an escape.

“Back there, you left…” Spencer started, fidgeting awkwardly next to you in the elevator.

“You left pretty abruptly.”

“I remembered I needed some files.’

“Right, right…”

The silence that stretched between you was thick and suffocating, and you begged the elevator to move faster.

“I don't, by the way.” He spoke up again, awkwardly clearing his throat before continuing. “I don't still have that tabloid. There is a picture in that drawer, but it's not…that one.”

“A different picture of Lila, then?’ You tried to keep your tone light, but even while trying your hardest, you couldn't keep the bitterness out of your tone.

The elevator reached its destination, but you both held back for a few seconds, and neither of you was quite sure what to say anymore.

“She kissed me, you know.” Spencer said, facing you now, pinning you in place with his attention.

“Yes, Spencer. Well aware, I saw the photo, too.”

“No.. no, I mean, she kissed me.”

“Loud…loud and clear,” you said, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to drown out all of the noise.

“Y/N, I don't think you're hearing me.”

“Oh, and I should be paying attention to you recounting the time an actress decided you were worthy of your time and tried to mount you in a swimming pool? I need to hear about how her tongue felt being pushed down your throat?”

The words jumped out of you, and you had no way to stop them once they started. Instead, you simply shoulder checked your way out of the still elevator and marched your way to the file room.

“Y/N, I'm sorry, please just hear me out,” you heard Spencer calling out to you, but you didn't stop or turn around.

“Y/N, I'm trying to explain, please just-” You heard him groan in frustration as you kept up your pace and felt slightly satisfied that he was having such a hard time. A solid hand on your wrist pulling you back wiped any smile you had on your face clean off, especially as you were pulled into a somewhat solid chest and a hand tipped your head up to meet his own.

To say you hadn't imagined the moment that Spencer Reid kissed you for the first time would be a lie. You thought it would be sweet and small, an awkward peck if nothing else that led to giggles and more innocent chaste kisses and possibly an illusive hug.

Instead, you were pushed back against the nearest wall, pinned up by your wrists, and robbed of all of your breath as Spencer kissed you until you were seconds from passing out.

Even after you both came up from air, he released your wrists so he could angle your head back up to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss the second time around.

Stunned was not the word.

And though you were completely taken unaware by the kiss, that didn't mean you weren't eagerly reciprocating.

You kept your wits about you as his tongue parted your lips, leaning into him as you savored the moment.

It didn't stop the confusion after you finally broke apart, though.

“What…the…fuck, Spencer?” You said between gasps, chest heaving. He let your wrists go awkwardly, hands trailing down to your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders.

“You weren't…listening. Needed a different strategy.”

“Well, I'm all ears now.”

He nodded and then took another moment to catch his breath before relinquishing you from his hold and putting a bit of space between you.

“I didn't kiss Lila Archer. I didn't particularly want..to?” He cleared his throat and continued.

“She kinda just grabbed me? And did it? There was a pool too, so I was trying not to choke on water and chlorine and hair everywhere. Like, she just grabbed me-”

“Like you just did?”

“Like I just… did, yeah, like that.”

You weren't sure what to do or say anymore. So you just nodded and stood there, and so did he.

“That's not to say that I didn't enjoy this kiss. It wasn't just to illustrate the point. It kind of was, in the sense that it helped you understand what happened before, and that I hope it will help you realize the point of this conversation-”

“Which is?”

“I like you.” He said, finally pausing his rambling to look you in the eyes.

“I like you, and I didn't want you to misunderstand.”

“Oh. Oh right.”

You both stood there looking at each other and looking away in a loop, neither talking or breaking the silence until you both tried to.

“What about y-”

“Kiss me again.”

Reid blinked at you a few more times, trying to work through your words.

“Kiss me again” you repeated, stepping away from the wall and closer to Reid as he still just stared at you.

“We're still working, what if someone walks past?”

“Didn't stop you the first time.”

“But-”

You cut him off quickly, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to your level, locking lips with him again.

When you again came up for breath, possibly much longer after the time a second kiss should last, both of you just laughed again.

“I was jealous.” You said, looking up at him, ready to bare yourself to him now that he'd given a confession of his own. “Of Lila. Of you for being adored like that by someone so cool. But mostly of Lila.”

“Because?”

“Because I like you, too,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“Nice. Cool, that's great. I like that you like me, too. I like you, hey, I like us,” you cut off his rambling quickly with another small kiss and pulled away.

“So the picture?" You asked, backing away down the hall as he stood and watched you.

"Hmm?"

"The one in your desk."

"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turned bright pink.

"Penelope gave me this picture from the Christmas party. It's, uh, me and you."

You smiled brightly before turning to leave, the bile of jealousy that had been consuming you turned magically to butterflies in the space of two kisses.

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aaronandthecrew · 2 years ago

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#my art #koujiro #art #manga #digital art #why you gotta be lookin like a horror antag my dude #can you maybe not #oh lawdy #I can't' believe I drew this on a phone #as someone who grew up with chunky phones with curly cords #the fact I drew artwork on a phone roughly the size of a dollar bill #it just absolutely blows my mind #what a world #brb having a moment

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roosterforme · 6 months ago

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 6 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley asks you for your number, you can't believe he wants to spend his phone call on you. Even though you're nervous about asking, you realize you need answers to some of your questions. The promise of getting to hear your voice is enough to get Bradley through the week, but is he going to be enough for you?

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley being sexy

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

Check out my masterlist for more! Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw masterlist

When you woke up for work and checked your phone, there was a new email waiting for you from Bradley, and you couldn't decide what to do about it. As soon as you'd hit send on that selfie of you in bed, you felt like an idiot. Was he expecting something more than a random picture of you after you'd removed your makeup for the day? Was he going to eventually give up responding at all when he realized that one date with you was ultimately just a waste of his time on his stop back in San Diego?

But he had written back yet again, and you were nervous to see what he had on his mind. You dropped your phone into your purse, making a deal with yourself: you could read his response once you were at work. That would give you enough time to process your thoughts on the matter. You were being silly for wanting more and expecting more with every interaction. This man owed you nothing. You were probably in over your head with the mutual daydreaming and flirtation.

What were you going to do when it was easy for him to say that talking to you had been fun, but he needed to get back to his real life? What were you going to do when you weren't able to do the same?

Once you were settled at your desk looking at your Natural History notes in those last few minutes of solitude before your eighteen students arrived for the day, you let yourself indulge in Bradley's words.

Hey, Gorgeous,

You're the only woman I'm going to let email me regularly. And I was right. You do look adorable snuggled up in your bed. That photo is going to keep me up at night wondering how cute you'd look in mine...

It looks like I'll have the opportunity to make a phone call soon, and I'd love to hear your voice. If you want to talk. I can't guarantee I won't sound like an idiot, tripping over my words the whole time, but hey, a guy can dream. Will you let me have your phone number?

Yours Truly,

Bradley

"Oh my god." You forced yourself to read it slower the second time around. He was thinking about you in his bed! He wanted your phone number! "What are you doing to me?" you groaned.

He wanted to call you. This man wanted to use his phone call allowance on you. He wanted to let you hear his deep, raspy voice over the phone while he spoke sentences that were tailor made for you. He expected you to be able to respond to him in real time? You were embarrassed to admit that it often took you hours or days to figure out how to reply to one of his emails after he set the butterflies off in your belly.

You did not know what you should do here, but you knew exactly what you were going to do. It was going to be impossible to pull yourself back out of this mess when the time came.

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Before Bradley got a response to his email asking for your phone number, he got a box from your class. He could certainly get used to waiting in line when the mail arrived to find himself smiling with satisfaction instead of feeling disappointment. When he got back to his bunk and opened it, he rooted through all of the drawings of F/A-18s in search of the note from you. He smiled at the more businesslike greeting, knowing how many personal topics you and he had covered through email.

Dear Lt Bradshaw,

It seems as though we can't get enough of you. We're back, hoping for a little more of your time. Here's a batch of drawings for you to judge in any manner you see fit, but please be kind... I drew one of them.

Whether it's a handwritten note or an email, I'm looking forward to hearing from you soon.

Just looking at your tidy penmanship had Bradley antsy to check his email again. He had put himself out there as far as he could at the moment when he asked you for your phone number, but now he was nervous as hell. What was he supposed to do if you told him no? He'd already planned out not only a first date but a second date as well. He could wait you out. Unless you outright shut him down, he would take his time, making sure you were comfortable.

Upon inspection of the Super Hornet drawings, it was easy enough to determine which one was yours. It was clearly crafted with a steadier hand than the others, and even the block printing on the side of the aircraft where you'd written 'BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW' looked like your penmanship. He looked through the other ones, quickly making the assumption that the one with flames and dragon scales had been drawn by Oliver. The one with purple outlining was most likely from Violet. Something was telling him the one with a dog piloting the jet was drawn by Jayden.

He smiled at how connected to these kids he felt, but ultimately he tossed everything back into the box and started heading for the lounge. If you had responded to him with your phone number, he could get himself on the call schedule. His heart was racing, and his skin felt too warm as he logged into his email account. He had three new messages.

"Come on," he groaned when he was met with two names above yours in his inbox. Nat and Vanessa. He almost forgot about the fucking water bottle.

He tapped on the email from his best friend first.

Rooster, I need you to make better choices regarding your girlfriends, okay? I took care of it, but it wasn't pretty. Her pink monstrosity of a water bottle was in your kitchen cabinet, and then she tried to have a conversation with me. Sorry, but I called her a flaming bitch who never appreciated my best friend and said she needed to leave your house before I made her. Everything is locked up tight again to keep the rats out. When you get home, there's a new restaurant you can treat me to on Rendova Road. -Nat

He smiled as he tapped on the email from Vanessa which was exactly one sentence long.

I got my water bottle from your house.

"God bless Natasha Trace," he muttered, deleting Vanessa's email. Then he went ahead and deleted every email he had ever received from her. He shouldn't have been surprised that you and he had already exchanged more emails than he ever had with a woman he'd dated for several months. It didn't take long before they were all gone, and then he was left with the newest one you'd sent to him last night sitting at the top of his inbox.

"Here we go," he whispered, wiping his palm nervously on his pants before opening up your message to see what you had to say in response to his bold request for your phone number.

Bradley,

I read your last email an embarrassing number of times, trying to be sure I understood it properly. You want to use your phone call allotment on ME? And you were thinking about ME snuggled up in your bed? There's no possible way you could sound like an idiot. Not with that voice that I think about when I'm trying to fall asleep at night.

You know what, I don't even care if I misinterpreted something. Of course I'll let you have my phone number. Of course I'll let you call me.

Your giddy pen pal

Right there below your parting words was your full phone number complete with San Diego area code. Bradley smiled as he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the shelves behind him and wrote it down. He double and triple checked that he had it correct, knowing his next mission would be to get approved for a specific time slot and hope it wasn't going to be at a horrible time of day for you in California. Then he wrote back to your email.

Gorgeous,

You shouldn't sound so surprised. This thing we've got going on isn't open to interpretation on my end. I told you I have a thing for you. I believed you when you said you were interested in getting to know me. There's nobody else I'd rather spend my twenty minute phone call on than you. In fact, you're the only one.

I already memorized your number. I'll email you back when I know which day I can call you and at what time. I can't wait to hear your voice saying my name.

Yours Truly,

Bradley

He logged out and did some quick math to take into account the difference between time zones, and then he was all smiles as he signed up for the opportunity to finally talk to you in real time.

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You read his email again as the hours slowly ticked away on Saturday afternoon. Your friends were asking why you kept checking your phone while you were out to dinner. Well, they would be doing the same thing if Bradley Bradshaw was in their email inboxes sounding sweeter than any man had the right to.

Hey, Gorgeous,

How does 10:00 on Saturday night sound to you? I know it's a little late, but I didn't want to potentially interfere with your work week. And I don't know if I can wait until next week anyway. I'm feeling greedy right now when it comes to you. I can't wait to make a fool of myself on the phone.

Yours Truly,

Bradley

When you let him know in the calmest fashion you could muster that Saturday night was just fine for a phone call, he wrote back one additional sentence.

Talk to you then, Gorgeous Girl.

You received that email on Friday morning, and in an effort to seem less desperate for this man than you were, you didn't write back. It was better to let his anticipation grow to match your own. But once you'd parted ways with your friends and headed home for the night, your nerves settled in. You were going to have to ask Bradley where he lived, and that would be that. You'd know all the facts soon enough, and that would pretty much become the determining factor on how long the two of you could really keep this up.

It was almost time. You made sure your phone was fully charged, and you had your ringtone volume turned way up. Barring some sort of disaster, your phone should be ringing in exactly fifteen minutes.

"Chill out," you whispered as you walked a few laps around your apartment in your favorite underwear and an oversized sweatshirt. At 9:56 you paused in your bedroom doorway, convinced Bradley wasn't even going to call. And at 10:02, you sat on the edge of your bed with your phone in your hand, wondering how you managed to get yourself in this deep.

He was in the Navy. Things ran on precision. It was 10:04, and your phone was sitting there on your palm like a dead brick. "It's okay," you told yourself. "Maybe he'll still call." For a few minutes, you thought that being hopeful was the way to go. Perhaps he dialed the wrong number the first time and was just regrouping. Or perhaps not.

At 10:11, you set your phone on your nightstand and walked out into your living room without it. That was when you realized that the lighter-than-air tingling sensation you'd been enjoying all day was gone, replaced with something uncomfortable.

"Don't even think about crying," you whispered as you pulled the hem of your sweatshirt a little further down your legs. You'd normally be drinking a cup of tea and getting settled in to try to go to sleep. A few months ago, you might have even been scrolling through a dating app right now. But you didn't want to do either of those things when you'd essentially been promised something as exciting as Bradley Bradshaw's voice for twenty minutes straight. "Fuck."

Just as you dragged your toe along the kitchen tile, trying to decide what to do now, you heard your ringtone. The clock on your microwave told you it was 10:16 as you turned and ran for your bedroom. Your fingers were shaking as you snatched up your phone and read RESTRICTED CALLER on the screen. You weren't sure what you'd been expecting, but it had to be him.

You took a deep breath and sank down onto the floor with your back against the side of your bed, and without any further hesitation, you answered the call as your heart hammered hard in your chest.

"Bradley?"

There was just a short pause, and it sounded like he was smiling when he said, "Hey, Gorgeous."

The lighter-than-air tingling sensation was back as soon as you heard him say two whole words, and you slid slowly down until you were laying on your back on the floor like a boneless mess. "Hi," you sighed, pressing your free hand to your belly to try to calm the butterflies.

You heard him clear his throat softly before he said, "I'm really sorry I'm late calling you. I've been waiting for this all damn weekend." There was an edge to his voice that gave you goosebumps on your legs, and you smiled before you immediately frowned.

"Does this mean we only have four minutes to talk instead of twenty?" you asked him.

"No, I made sure of that," he replied in his deep rasp. "I even got a little bitchy with the guy before me who wouldn't end his call on time. I told him the most gorgeous teacher from Mira Mesa Elementary was waiting for me to call and that I'd be lucky if she still wanted to talk to me now."

You couldn't help but laugh as the tingling sensation made its way to your fingers and toes. "You didn't tell him that!"

"I swear I did," he insisted, his voice on the verge of laughter. "He sends his apologies." He cleared his throat once more before he asked, "Any chance you could say my name again?"

You thought you detected some nervous energy in his voice which was somehow the most flattering thing you'd ever encountered. You closed your eyes and licked your lips, picturing his handsome face as you said, "Bradley."

Now his voice was as breathless as you knew yours was. "Yeah. I really like the way that sounds."

"Bradley," you repeated with a laugh as you rolled up into a little ball on your side with your phone held to your ear.

"Hey, if you want to just say my name for the next eighteen minutes, I'm not going to complain. I was dying to hear your voice, and now I just want more of it."

You had to press your lips together to keep from making an embarrassing sound, but you did manage to say, "Yeah, that's not really going to work for me, Lieutenant Bradshaw. I'm going to need some back and forth, especially with how much I like your voice. And your face."

He groaned softly, and now you really did make an embarrassing noise before you could clap your free hand over your mouth. "My face is nothing special, Gorgeous," he said. "Yours on the other hand... that's the kind of thing that could get a guy through a long deployment."

You whimpered, and you were sure he could hear it. But you weren't even as embarrassed as you were needy for more. You wanted to know everything about him, and twenty minutes wasn't going to be enough to satisfy you when it came to Bradley. "Let's just say you've had my full attention for months now. And the photos you sent are enough to get a girl through a long school year. Will you tell me how you got your scars?" you asked him. It was something you'd been curious about since the first photo he sent where you could see his face. The one of him standing tall and sexy in front of his jet.

"Oh, hell," he laughed, his voice taking on a self deprecating tone. "I knew I shouldn't have sent that sunset selfie. I was kind of hoping you wouldn't be able to see them in the photos or the video. I have a lot."

You scrambled to your knees and then your feet. The last thing you'd meant to do was make him feel badly about himself. "They just make you look hotter," you blurted out. "I've thought about kissing them."

"Shit," he grunted. "Baby, I'll tell you anything you want to know. My social security number? My bank account information?" You laughed and had to bite down on your knuckle as he said, "I got my scars when I was a sophomore at the University of Virginia. Just typical nineteen year old guy bullshit. I was riding my bike back from a party late, and I skipped the curb. Just a lot of stitches."

"Oh," you gasped.

"It's okay," he said quickly. "More superficial than anything. I didn't even miss any of my classes. This is just why I don't usually send selfies like that. But you're already an exception, aren't you?"

He was so sweet, you were afraid the butterflies would never stop. But now you were picturing him going back to a beautiful house in Virginia, and it just made you sad. You paced the length of your room as you said, "I'd still really like to see your face in person."

"That's a done deal, Gorgeous."

You bit your lip, already knowing how you were going to react, but you just needed to have all the facts. "I know we could probably meet for a date or two while you're on leave in San Diego, but what happens after that?"

There was a brief pause before he asked, "What do you mean?"

You tipped your head back and looked at your ceiling as you finally said, "I don't even know where you live or where you're stationed. All I know is that if you're returning to Virginia or somewhere else far away... I'm going to have to brace myself for it."

But when you heard his next sentence, you let yourself drop down onto your bed with a smile on your face. "Gorgeous Girl, I live in San Diego."

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This was going well. Bradley's whole body was thrumming with anticipation, and your voice was already embedded in his mind. As soon as you mentioned just the thought of your lips on his scarred cheek, he had to stand up for a minute. And when you brought up meeting him when his deployment ended, he was afraid his heart rate might never return to normal.

"I'd still really like to see your face in person," you told him, and all he could think about was Thai food on the beach and kissing your lips.

"That's a done deal, Gorgeous," he replied, satisfied in knowing for sure that it was going to happen now, but your follow up question left him confused.

"I know we could probably meet for a date or two while you're on leave in San Diego, but what happens after that?"

After that? He sat back down in his seat and thought about what would happen after a date or two. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands and lips off you, but somehow he didn't think that's what you were talking about. "What do you mean?"

Your voice took on a softer, maybe sadder quality as you told him, "I don't even know where you live or where you're stationed. All I know is that if you're returning to Virginia or somewhere else far away... I'm going to have to brace myself for it."

He froze. He hadn't told you where he lived? Had he really never mentioned it once in all the times he wrote out the address to your school in Mira Mesa? His heart was beating erratically now as he pieced together the fact that he was making all of these plans while you were trying to protect yourself, but you kept emailing him and sending him letters anyway. You were showing that you had genuine interest in him while afraid he was going to leave you high and dry after one date? Hell no. Oh, he was falling hard.

"Gorgeous Girl, I live in San Diego."

Your little surprised gasp had him holding his breath. "You do?" you whispered.

"I do," he promised. "Shit, I can't believe I never mentioned it. My house is in Coronado, near the beach in the photo you sent me where you look more flawless than the sunset. I'm so sorry I got so carried away with our emails that I never put it together that you didn't know I'm stationed out of North Island."

You were quiet for a beat, and he wanted to crawl through the phone and reassure you that he had never meant to stress you out. "You live in Coronado?" you asked.

"Yeah, Gorgeous. About thirty minutes away from your school. I mean, there's always traffic, so maybe forty minutes," he told you nervously. "I hope that's not too far for you to deal with?"

"That's nothing, Bradley," you said with a sigh. "That's... absolutely not too far. I thought you potentially lived thousands of miles away, and I was trying to figure out what to do about my feelings. I was so scared to ask you sooner."

Vanessa wouldn't even drive the extra ten minutes to the restaurant he liked, meanwhile you were putting yourself out there for him. He cleared his throat and said, "I already have our first date planned out."

"Tell me. In an abundance of detail."

Bradley's skin tingled with desire as he divulged his daydreams. "I'll drive up and pick you up at your place. You already gave me permission to hold your hand, so that's happening on the ride back to the beach. There's a good Thai place not too far from the bay bridge where we'll stop to pick up dinner. Then when we get to the beach, you'll be surprised and charmed that I packed blankets and a cooler full of beer and a bottle of prosecco. And we can sit on the beach, talking and eating while the sun sets, unless you'd rather sit in the back of my vintage Bronco. And then, when the sky is just starting to turn purple, I'm going to kiss you."

The beat of silence was satisfying before you asked, "You're going to wait until after dinner to do that?" He could practically hear your pout which made him get to his feet again. He only had five more minutes with you right now, and he was going to have to make this count.

"You want me to kiss you before that?" he asked, his fingers wrapping around the edge of the counter as your soft laughter met his ears.

"I want you to kiss me as soon as you see me."

"Fuck," he panted. "Then consider that a done deal too, Gorgeous."

"Oh, I like that."

"Yeah?" he asked, watching time slip through his fingers. "You feel more confident now that you know where I live?"

"Yes," you replied softly.

"Good." He closed his eyes as he said, "We only have a little more time right now, Baby. Anything else you want from me?"

You squeaked softly. "Will you email me a gym selfie or two? With a nice closeup of your face?"

He couldn't get over you and the way you made him feel. "Yeah. I'll hit the gym tomorrow for you."

You hummed softly, and he sat down in his chair again, raking his fingers through his hair. God, he felt like a mixed up mess over you after this conversation. Your voice was so fucking sweet as you asked him, "Anything you want from me?"

His plentiful thoughts ranged the full spectrum from innocent to decidedly not as he tugged on his hair and tried to keep himself in check. "Yeah, actually," he said, gravel filling his voice. "You know that inactive dating profile you mentioned before?"

"Yes."

"You should delete the app. There's nothing I know about you that I don't like, and I feel like that trend is going to continue. If you feel the same way, then you don't need the app, Gorgeous."

After a brief pause, your beautiful voice told him, "Okay, Bradley. I'll delete it."

"Fucking aces," he said with a smile. "Where are you right now?"

You laughed softly as he realized he had less than a minute left on this call. "Curled up in my bed with the biggest smile on my face."

"Send me a selfie?"

"Consider it done, Lieutenant. It'll be there when you check your email next."

He leaned back in his chair. There was still so much he wanted to tell you and ask about, but it would have to wait. "Listen, I need to go. But I'm going to work on writing back to your class this week. And I'll get the selfies for you, too. I'll see you in our inboxes?"

That soft laughter was right there again, and he felt like his skin was on fire as you said, "I'll take you any way I can get you, Bradley."

You could have him as many ways as you wanted him. "I can't wait to get back to San Diego."

"I'll be ready when you do."

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pairs love - DREW STARKEY

authors not since drew is in pairs at the fashion shows i thought why not write something cute and adorable. like can we talk about how freaking good he looked walking around ugh. the poll is officially over and the rafe series won! ima start working on the master list and have it up.

summary you come out to visit your boyfriend in pairs during fashion week.

warnings kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower

Drew was invited to two fashion shows in Paris: menswear for Prada and Loewe menswear. He left three days ago, while you stayed at home to put the finishing touches on your flower garden.

You couldn't be more proud of your boyfriend with all the success he's gained over the past couple years. He truly deserves this. Getting the recognition he deserves.

Last night, you landed in Pairs, drained from hours on the plane and eager to shower and sleep on a bed. It felt good seeing Drew and being in his arms. Although it was three days without each other, you always miss his presence.

Drew had the day off, so he planned to take you out to dinner, walk around, shopping, and visit the Eiffel Tower. He advised you to get enough rest early so you have enough rest to explore the Pairs at night.

During dinner, Drew spoke about what the shows were like and meeting celebs he's seen in movies or other people for the first time. It was really cool hearing what he had to say.

You were quite excited to visit the Eiffel Tower. You've always wanted to see it in person someday. Your inner child was jumping up and down inside.

"That restaurant was so delicious; I can see why you enjoy it so much," you tell Drew, tucking your hands into your coat to keep them warm from the cold.

"I'm glad to hear that you liked it baby," He smiles, tilts his head to the side, and blushes.

You chuckle as you playfully nudge his arm. He pretends to fall on his side, with a dramatic expression on his face.

"You are such a dork," you laugh.

"Your favorite dork, dork," he responds in a playful tone, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you continue walking down the sidewalk.

Drew and you went inside a few stores that caught your eye; you might've bought a few things. Drew watched you in awe as you showed him different clothing throughout the store.

"What do you think about this one?" You inquired Drew, holding two clothes that piqued your interest.

Drew hurriedly glances aside from the apparel rack he was browsing. His brows furrow as he casts a stern stare with his pointer finger on his chin.

"I think both will look great on you, but I'd go with this one because it draws your eyes out," he says casually, sweeping his arm toward the shirt you first showed him.

"You are too sweet, you know that" you reply as you turn around, putting back the other clothing item.

He loves seeing you happy. He knew how much you've always wanted to visit Pairs and thought this was the best time to go.

"Thank you for the stuff, baby," you grin, gripping his hand and lifting the bag with your other hand.

When you went out of the last store, you heard people heading in your direction, fans. They walked forward with grins on their faces, carrying items for him to sign and their phones for photos.

When one fan spotted you were with him, she screamed your name out in delight, and the rest followed after. You put your free hand over your heart with a pout before beaming at the little fans.

We love you Drew

This is the best day of my life

I can't believe he's in front of me

He's so beautiful in person

Drew started taking pictures with the fans; giving them hugs, making videos for fans that couldn't make it, signed a few things, and had conversations.

Fans also came up to as well. They were all so sweet and caring. One fan came up to you with tears forming in her eyes, you opened your arms to welcome her.

You are so sweet, Y/N

You are so gorgeous

Can't believe you are here too

I love your relationship with Drew

When word spread that Drew was in a relationship, all of the fans went crazy, searching for who this mystery girl was. You were apprehensive about how the fans might react.

You eventually posted a TikTok video with your best friend, Madelyn Cline, and Drew happened to be in the background; people then connected the dots. In the end, they loved and admired you.

Being in a relationship with someone in the public spotlight offers advantages and disadvantages, but you wouldn't alter it for anything, especially if you love them.

"Don't cry now love," you tell her softly, "what's your name?" She tells you her name and goes on to explain how much she loves you and your content you post.

"That's so sweet of you, thank you."

You spent ten minutes with the girls until it was ready to go look at the Eiffel Tower.

The Eiffel Tower was everything you've dreamed of. Seeing it in person was one of the best feelings in the world. So many emotions were going through your body.

You got out your phone to capture some photos and videos to share later tomorrow. Drew snapped a photo of you with his digital camera, capturing the tower, and he couldn't help but smile.

He carefully put his arms around your waist, drawing you into his front, chin on top of your head, rocking you side to side slowly and silently while savoring the moment.

"This has been one of the greatest days of my entire life. Being here with you in your arms in Pairs. I just want to say thank your for bringing me out here and experiencing this."

You feel your body relax in his touch, allowing a sigh to escape your lips, your head to strike his chest, and giving him the opportunity to kiss you.

You two don't give a damn whether anyone witnesses you kissing at this point. Right now, just the two of you matter because you are in love. And you are in Pairs.

"I had to bring you out here with me, of course, sweetheart. You keep me warm, too, and I love holding you in my arms. However, when you consider it, this is our first trip to Europe as a couple” he says.

You move your body around so that your chests are against one another. In return, you up on your small toes and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him all over his face.

I love you.

I love you more.

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(Sept. 2022) Found this Kenjaku from exactly a year ago.

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two am | yjh

Pairing: Jeonghan x GNReader (afab)

Genre: smut, angst, porn with the barest of plot, exes to lovers, non-idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: late night texting, excessive use of the pet name 'baby,' fighting as foreplay, dirty talk, multiple references to reader's pussy, implied/referenced cheating, references to oral sex (reader receiving), slight exhibitionism, riding/grinding, nipple play (licking/biting/sucking), p in v protected sex, Jeonghan is bad for reader but they can't stay away

Word Count: 1.6k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: It's two am and your ex is texting you again.

Text Prompts: Both are in italicized pink font in the story.

A/N: I'm back with another installment in my SVT texts series. This one is dedicated to @minttangerines. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCE!! 🎉🎉 I brought you some toxic Jeonghan, hope you like him. 💜 Thank you for being such an amazing friend, tour guide, driver, and partner in crime. 😘

Soundtrack: 2AM by SZA; Sleazy Bed Track by the Bluetones

Unbeta’d as usual. If you like this, please let me know! I’d love to hear what you think (but please be kind I’m fragile 🥺) 💕

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It’s nearly two in the morning when the warning pops up on your phone:

Cover your phone, explicit material coming your way

You barely have the time to excuse yourself from the table, heading in a panic towards the bathroom, before the next text from your ex arrives.

Jeonghan never includes his full face in his photos. It’s always just that maddening smirk of his, catching your eye first before it’s drawn down to the main focus - thin fingers wrapped around an obscene bulge, a darkened tip poking above the waistband of his boxers.

You lock yourself in a stall and fire back.

You: You have to stop sending me these photos

Satan: That’s a rude way to say thank you

You: I’m serious, Jeonghan. We’re done

He doesn’t reply. You know better than to think he’s accepted your response. He’s refused to accept it for the last three months.

Your phone chimes. Another photo. The boxers have been pulled down. You bite your lip, then catch yourself, snarling at your reflection on your screen.

You: I said stop!

Satan: That’s what you say now, but we both know that’s not what you’ll be saying later

You: There won’t be a later

You: Not this time

Satan: Really? You gonna tell me you don’t miss this cock?

Satan: That your pussy’s not already dripping imagining it inside you?

It’s the anger his words stir in you that’s making your pulse pound right now, you tell yourself.

You almost believe it.

Satan: Come over, baby. Wanna make a mess of you like I did last time

You: Not. Happening.

Satan: You out with your friends again tonight?

Of course he knows where you are. You’ve been going out with your friends every week since the breakup. Tonight’s the first night in a while that you’re sober, not in the mood to drink. This conversation is making you regret that.

You: What does it matter if I am?

Satan: It’s almost closing time. Think you can find someone to take home?

Satan: Someone to make you forget about me? About how I fuck you?

Satan: You know no one can make you cum like me

To think his confidence is what once drew you to him. Now it repulses you, almost as much as your thighs suddenly clenching together does.

You: You’re unreal

Satan: That’s right

You: That’s not a compliment

Satan: I know what you want

You: What I want is for you to fuck off forever

Satan: Baby please. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy this

Satan: You can block me anytime you want. But you don’t

Satan: Why do you think that is?

You could answer him. Argue for a while, like you always do. Like you always did. It was the thing that the two of you did best - second only to fucking. You scroll upthread, looking at the last time you fought, reminding yourself how it ended:

Satan: Don’t tell me what to do

You: Eat me out

Satan: Okay tell me what to do

It’s not in your phone what happened next, but it’s seared into your memory, replaying behind your eyelids - lying on Jeonghan’s bed, legs splayed while he puts his wicked mouth to its best use.

But you also remember the come down. The anger at your weakness. The shame. Knowing nothing has changed. That he hasn’t changed.

You keep scrolling back, seeing the same thing over and over, watching the pattern repeat. You could stop it right now - end the conversation, delete him from your phone, and go rejoin your friends. That would be the smart thing to do.

Satan: It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to admit it

Satan: Just come over and show me

If only you were smart.

“Mmmphm!”

The hem of your shirt makes a terrible gag, doing nothing to keep your volume down. Jeonghan’s head snaps up, gaze torn away from where he was watching himself disappear into you.

“Quiet, baby. Do you want them to hear you?”

The “them” in question are his roommates, Joshua and Seungcheol, who are both sleeping on the other sides of the walls. Jeonghan would be sleeping in one of those bedrooms, too, if he wasn’t out here fucking you on the couch. Or, rather, sitting back and looking smug while you ride him on the couch.

He knows you don’t want anyone to hear you, so you don’t bother to answer him, just glare while stuffing more of the already spit-soaked material into your mouth. His roommates would judge you for being here. Just like your friends did earlier, when you told them you were leaving. You said you were tired, but they’ve noticed your pattern too. And they’ve stopped trying to get you to break it, unwilling to expend their energy on such an impossible task.

That’s fine. You don’t need to drag anyone else down to the bottom with you.

Jeonghan runs his fingertips over the exposed skin of your stomach, chuckling when you shiver.

“Always so sensitive,” he tuts, shaking his head.

He cups your breasts with his warm hands, pushing your shirt up further until the chilly night air hits your nipples, then bends his head down enough to lightly graze one with his teeth. You gasp, nearly dropping your impromptu gag, and Jeonghan pauses with his lips near your other tit, looking up at you, saying nothing, but his eyes communicate so clearly what he’s thinking - Be good, baby.

If your relationship was a song, that was his refrain:

Be good, baby, I have to work late this weekend.

Be good, baby, I’m going out for drinks with some coworkers.

Baby, she’s just a friend. Don’t worry. Be good for me.

Despite everything, a part of you still yearns to be good for him. So you bite down harder.

Jeonghan hums in approval. His mouth latches onto your other nipple, sucking lewdly, not much quieter than your whining has been. Hypocrite. You close your eyes, trying to shut out your loud as fuck thoughts and focus on the wet warmth of his tongue as it laves over and around your nipple a few times, in broad, messy strokes.

You arch into him, lacing your fingers through his hair to try to hold him in place. But like always, he can’t be tamed, lifting his head to smirk at you. You whimper, and he smiles harder, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you to his hungry mouth. You eagerly lean forward as your shirt falls from your jaw.

Jeonghan’s kisses overwhelm your senses until you’re drowning in him. His tongue glides like honey, thick and slow, melting over yours, and you groan, grinding on him slowly.

This is what you needed. Even after all that went down, all the lies, all the tears, you still crave him, body and soul. If this is the only way that you can have him, this two a.m. interlude, then you’ll take every second you can, ignoring the little voice whispering that you’ll regret them all.

“That’s it, just like that.” Jeonghan looks down again, mesmerized by the smooth roll of your hips. His fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, hard enough that you know you’ll still feel his touch tomorrow. “Fuck yes, baby, ride it.”

He guides you up and down his shaft, the wet sounds of your cunt sliding over him embarrassingly loud in the still room, and you let him control the pace, all your concentration on his lips - kissing them, nibbling them, sucking on them one by one. Trying desperately to get your fill of them, of him, because this is it. This is the last time. You swear it.

Maybe this time, it will stick.

Jeonghan’s thumb rolls over your clit, making you gasp into his mouth. He does it again, and again, and just like that you’re falling apart, body singing electric as he lights up your nervous system with his touch. He keeps thrusting up into you, taking control again as you tremble above him, and you know he’s reaching his crest, the familiar signs too obvious to miss. He drops his head, muttering an endless stream of ‘fuck’s and ‘baby’s in that choked voice of his, and then his hands lock your hips in place, as deep as he can get as he fills the condom he wears.

It’s always intense, this moment, when it comes. The two of you, breathing heavy and spent, clinging to each other as you ride out the waves, like you’re hanging on for dear life. Or maybe that’s just you. Because you know that once the high is gone…

“Knew this pussy missed me.”

…the lows return.

Jeonghan laughs when you push yourself off his chest. He pinches your ass cheek for good measure, and you scowl, scrambling to climb out of his lap as quickly as you can, which is pretty difficult given your loose limbs.

“Don’t say that.”

Jeonghan watches with simmering amusement as you dress hastily, fumbling with your bra to the point that you nearly decide to leave it. “But it’s true.”

“No, it’s not, and besides, it’s fucking gross when you talk like that. Like I’m not a person or something.”

“Whatever.” He’s already losing interest, reaching for his phone. No need to argue anymore. He got his.

You can’t get your clothes on fast enough. “Stop sending me photos. Don’t text me again.”

You might as well be talking to the couch. He hums mechanically, scrolling away. “Lock the door on your way out.”

In the elevator, your finger hovers in its usual spot over the delete button.

A chime. Jeonghan’s mouth, tongue extending between the peace sign he’s flashing, followed by four words: Sweet dreams, baby.

You slip your phone back into your pocket as you descend.

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The Arrangement - Chapter 1

Pairing: Mobboss!Bucky x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Feels. Angsty Dialogue.

Author's Note: Any and all writing errors are mine. First official chapter of the arrangement and I can't wait to delve more into this series. Also, did y'all catch onto what I did at the end there? Enjoy!

“Please just talk to me.”

Free MSG: Unable to send message—message blocking active.

“You love him, he loves you, please reconsider I know you’re scared but please don’t do this.”

Free MSG: Unable to send message—message blocking active.

“Please don’t make me do this.. he chose you, he loves you..we planned YOUR wedding I can’t do this please just come home.”

Free MSG: Unable to send message—message blocking active.

Your fathers' hands come to rest over yours stopping you from sending another pleading text to your sister.

“That’s enough sweetheart.” he says as he pries your phone from your hands.

You want to scream that it’s not, to yell till you’re red in the face just how unfair this all was.

“She just needs time dad, she’s just scared, you need to reconsider.”

Your dad shakes his head pulling you into his side the best he can despite the seat belts strapping you in.

“Your sister has made up her mind, and there’s no changing that. You and I both know it was always meant to be like this, you and him, it had been decided upon when we first drew up the merger contract.”

But he chose her not me. He fell in love with her not me.

“That original contract was discarded dad, I was there the night it was redrawn.” the night my heart broke further, “He loves her dad.” and no contract would change that.

“And he’ll grow to love you too sweetheart, he’d be dumb and blind if he didn’t.”

Your eyes slip shut a shaky breath leaving your lips. Many moons ago you would have believed those words, but now? Now all it does is bring you pain. You didn’t want to be somebody’s second choice. You didn’t want to have to force somebody to consider loving you.

“It’s going to be okay sweetheart, you’ll see it’ll all be okay, there’s no one more capable of getting through this than you.” He murmurs pressing a kiss to your head just as the family car rolls to a stop.

Through the tint you can see the grand entrance of the Barnes residence, Winnifred Barnes and Rebecca Barnes waiting at the door.

Seeing your best friend stood by her mother you couldn’t help but wonder what Rebecca was doing here, she was supposed to be closing a deal with Romanoff, she wasn’t due to get back till the day before the wedding or at least that’s what the two of you had discussed over text.

Your driver opens the door for you and your father then, your father stepping out first holding out a hand for you to help you exit the car. You’ve just straightened yourself out when Rebecca runs for you her arms getting around you in record time as she squeezes you to her. Winnifred scolds her from where she stands at the entrance but you can’t help to laugh, your arms going around your friend, “what are you doing here, you weren’t supposed to be back yet for another couple of days.” You breathe. Rebecca pulls back only slightly to take you in, “I closed with Romanoff within a day, as soon as the news broke, I booked the first flight home, I wanted to be here for my best friend, I know it’s what you would have done for me.”

Tears threaten to well in your eyes, but you press them back with a shake of your head. “I missed you Bec’s” Rebecca laughs softly pulling you back in, “missed you more, now come mothers been asking for you, she’s quite upset that you’ve been so absent from her family dinners lately, she was worried something was wrong I told her you were just busy building an empire.”

“You’re not wrong.” You murmur dread sinking in your stomach at the mention of family dinners, it was true your presence had become less and less and more recently with the upcoming prep of your sister’s wedding, you just didn’t have any more of you to give. You needed time to tuck tail, lick your wounds and heal, to get over the hurt that night caused you but with your sister needing you by her side at every turn with the wedding you did what you knew best; threw yourself into work, closing deals for your father, going into interrogations when needed, and keeping track of the money and cargo, you ran a tight ship. Helping your sister plan what should have been your big day while you had never voiced it hurt, and then to put yourself through a family dinner where everyone cooed over the happy couple it had become all too much, you needed the space, the distraction.

You and Rebecca close the distance between her mother and your father, Winnies arms opening for you almost instantly, “Oh ma,” you murmur closing the last bit of space between the two of you, your arms curling around her. “My sweet girl,” she breathes pressing a kiss to your head, “I’ve missed you; your father tells me he’s been working you to the bone so much so that you’ve been missing family dinners.”

Your eyes meet your dad’s, he throws you a wink, “my girl’s going to be a force to be reckoned with.”

You feel the rumble of her laughter as she pulls away her eyes assessing you, “I have no doubt, y/n has always been a strong one haven’t you.”

You manage to pull a smile on, soft nod of your head, “I have some pretty powerful shoes to fill.”

Winnie’s hand comes to rest on your cheek rubbing the skin there softly, “and you will, now come, let’s go talk family business.”

Winnifred leads the four of you through her lavish home, directing you through to her home office as she shuts the door behind your group. You all take your respective seats, eyes on Winnie as she settles, “I do want to apologize for James's absence but he is out with Wilson and Rogers closing a deal, he should be returning in a day or two just in time for the wedding.”

“Does he know?” Is the first thing that can think to spill out of your lips.

“Yes my dear he does, and he wants you to know that he apologizes profusely for his absence, you deserved more than that, and I couldn’t agree more.”

You want to ask if he’s upset, if he’s even remotely happy about this predicament your sister his now ex-fiancé has put you all in, but you’re not sure you want to know the answer to that.

“As you’re aware y/n this marriage is important to both families, and I can understand how hard this may be for you, it was sudden – for all of us, but I do want to thank you for stepping up and taking this on with grace, there’s no one else I would choose to stand at my son’s side.”

But you did you think, you chose my sister.

“Of course Ma I know how important this merger is for not only us, but for the people we have vowed to protect, I would take on the roll no questions asked and while I understand this may not have been what was planned, what we prepared for, I promise to make you all proud.”

Winnifred leans forward her hands reaching for yours, giving you a quick squeeze before she’s releasing you, “I know you will sweetheart,” she says as she stands making her way around the desk Rebecca following her lead, “and rest-assured your father and I will redraw up the contract this afternoon when -”

“She’s here now, you can draw it up now.”

Your head turns at the sound of his voice, he stands at the open doorway, his eyes already on yours. His smile racks up your heartrate, “sorry I'm late everyone” he says closing the distance between the two of you. In that moment you feel like it's just you and him standing in his mother's office, his hand landing on your hip, body pressing in close as his lips find your cheek. Your thought is to return the sentiment but you’ve forgotten how to breathe, and by the time your mind can catch up he’s going around the group greeting them.

When he comes back to you all you can manage is, “you’re here.”

He chuckles softly hand going around your waist, “I am y/n, I’m here, and I'm sorry it took me so long.”

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #mobboss!bucky

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gasstationlady · 1 year ago

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GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 1

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

y/n l/n’s latest album is speculated to be about her ex. however, she already moved on.

note: fc is olivia rodrigo! i hope the quality of the photos are okay, everytime i saved my drafts on my phone they became blurry :(

disclaimer: no hate to drew!! i just needed a famous ex. also so sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos!!

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yourusername

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yourusername ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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yourbestie soooooo proud of you 🥹 this album is amazing

user teenage dream made me BAWL i love you 😭😭

user MISS Y/N, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN

oliviarodrigo obsessed.

user omg are the songs about drew

enews

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enews In Y/n’s new album, “Guts,” Y/n shares information on her old relationship with Drew Starkey. The pair started dating last year until ultimately breaking up in the beginning of 2023.

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user omggg this is the drama i’ve been waiting for

user you guys really chose to focus on this when not even half the songs are about drew

user this album saved 2023

yourusername

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tagged yourbestie and conangray

yourusername some GUTS bts, still can’t believe it’s out but i’m so happy it’s yours!!!! been sitting on these songs for a few months and although some of them are a little outdated, they still mean a lot to me!!

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conangray spilling my guts absolutely everywhere

yourbestie LETS GO GUTS

user album has in fact been on repeat since the release🫡

user “a little outdated” girl please elaborate you can’t leave us hanging like that 😭😭

f1updates

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f1updates Lando Norris with fans in New York! Most likely staying there until the #SingaporeGP

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user 🤤

user what is he doing in new york?

↳ user no literally bc it’s kinda sus there’s no reason for him to be there 😭😭

user ugh he looks so good

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi 🚨 NEW COUPLE ALERT 🚨

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user obviously it’s y/n l/n but which driver???

user you guys are srsly bored

user kinda iconic of her to go from drew to an f1 driver

↳ user fr i just know drew has to be feeling some type of way rn

user Y/N DATING AN F1 DRIVER WAS NOT ON MY 2023 BINGO CARD

yourusername

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yourusername soooo excited to be performing at the @/VMAs!!! make sure to tune in on Tuesday at 8pm on #MTV

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yourbestie talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely never been done before

zendaya AHH can't wait!!

user wait am i crazy or am i connecting the dots right now

landonorris

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landonorris Quick NY stop

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danielricciardo Where was my invite?

↳ landonorris ...

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH OMFG

↳ user the fact that he was the one to soft launch first IM CRYING she's living my dream 😭

user is that y/n 😭😭

user GUYS ITS HAPPENING

drewstarkey

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drewstarkey bad idea right?

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user this is so messy omg 😭��

user NO HE DID NOT

↳ user wait i'm so confused why are people freaking out?

↳ user "bad idea right?" is one of the songs y/n wrote about him and the song literally talks about her wanting to go back to him

user posting this right after guts and lando's soft launch is CRAZY

#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #lando norris x reader #lando norris x singer!reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris au #f1 fic #instagram au #social media au

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badathumanemotions · 1 month ago

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Tease

Spencer Reid x Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader

MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Smut, Established Poly Relationship, Dirty Texts, Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Vibrator, Voyeurism, Exhibition, Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie, Cum Play, Fingering, FaceSitting, Oral Sex (fem rec.), Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, AfterCare. WC: 6,888

You decide to tease Emily and Spencer with spicy texts while the two are at work. Once they get home you face the consequences. (Not Proof Read)

You really couldn't resist the urge to send those spicy texts.

As you lounged on the couch at home, you sent a text to Emily, a smirk playing on your lips as you typed, "I can't wait to feel your mouth on me, Em. The way your lips feel on my pussy…it drives me wild." You hit send and felt a little thrill at the thought of her reading it in the bustling office, surrounded by her colleagues. You knew it would be a sweet torture for her, a delicious secret that would keep her mind on you until she got home.

To Spencer, you sent a different message, one that painted a vivid picture of you kneeling under his desk, his pants around his ankles. "I wish I could suck you off right now, Spencer. Your cock in my mouth, my tongue playing with your balls… Can you imagine the look on everyone's faces if they knew?" You pictured his cheeks flushing at the thought, his mind racing with the scandalous image.

Emily's phone chimed discreetly, interrupting her focus on a particularly complex case. She glanced down, expecting something completely mundane. But as she read your text, her eyes widened in surprise and arousal. Her breath hitched, and she felt a sudden wetness between her thighs. The room grew hot, leaving her flustered as she tried to compose herself.

Spencer's phone vibrated against the wooden desk, a silent but insistent pulse that drew his attention from his work. He glanced over at your name, and his heart skipped a beat. He read the message and felt a blush creep up his neck, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin. He couldn't believe the audacity, the sheer naughtiness of it all. He looked around the bullpen, ensuring no one was watching, and replied with a promise that had him twitching with excitement.

You decided to up the ante and snapped a picture of yourself in the white lingerie you had picked out especially for tonight. It was barely covering your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, and you knew it would drive Spencer wild. You send it to him with the caption, "A little something to help keep you focused at work."

Spencer's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the picture. He quickly pocketed his phone and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the bulge growing in his pants. The sight of you, laid out like that, waiting for him made his resolve weaken. His focus kept straying from the case files, the picture of you front and centre of his mind.

Emily noticed Spencer's sudden shift in demeanour. The way he fidgeted in his chair and the way his eyes kept darting to his phone made her grin wickedly. She had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

Her own phone buzzed, and she looked down to find your text, accompanied by an image that was far from professional. The sight of you, barely covered in the seductive lingerie, made her mouth go dry. The other agents in the bullpen were oblivious to the steamy thoughts racing through her mind.

You had been riling yourself up all day, keeping yourself on edge with every little thing you did. Every move you made you felt the anticipation building, making the ache between your legs that much more intense. The fabric of your underwear brushed against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, a sweet torment that you basked in. You had been teasing yourself with thoughts of what's to come once Spencer and Emily get home.

Finally, your phone buzzed with the text you've been waiting for: "On our way home, darling." The words made your heart start to race. You jumped off the couch and rushed to the bedroom to prepare for their arrival.

You softened the light in the bedroom, dimming the lamps to cast a warm, sultry glow across the room. You took a moment to make sure everything you need was within arm's reach, not wanting any interruptions to spoil the mood once they arrived.

As you heard the key turn in the lock, your heart began to thunder in your chest. The door swung open and there they were, Spencer and Emily, looking at you with a hunger that could only be described as ravenous. The tension between the three of you was palpable.

Without a word, Emily strode towards you, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She took you by the wrists and gently but firmly pulled you towards the bedroom. Spencer followed close behind, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie.

Emily's lips met yours in a fiery kiss, her tongue darting into your mouth with a familiar heat. Her hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing gently. You could feel her excitement, her hunger for you, and it only served to make your own desire burn even hotter.

Spencer took his place behind you, his firm grip on your hips making you arch your back instinctively. His warm breath danced across the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands began to explore, tracing the curve of your ass before sliding up to your ribcage, teasing just under the edge of your lingerie.

Emily's mouth left yours and trailed down to your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she nipped and kissed along the way. Your eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping your lips. Meanwhile, Spencer had moved from behind you, his eyes now locked onto Emily's ass as he slid behind her.

With practiced ease, he began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers working swiftly to expose her navy coloured bra. She leaned into you, her breasts pressing against your chest as Spencer's hands dragged down towards her trousers.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he undid her belt, his knuckles brushing against her abdomen, making her shiver. He tugged at the waistband, and her trousers slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles.

Emily stepped out of them, now only in her matching navy bra and panties. She kicked off her heels, the sound echoing through the room. You couldn't help but admire the way she looked standing there, confident and sexy.

You noticed that Spencer was still fully dressed, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, a couple shirt buttons undone, and his pants still on. "Someone's a bit overdressed," you teased, nodding towards him.

With a smoldering gaze, Emily took the cue and stepped closer to Spencer. She placed a soft kiss to his lips before moving to undo his tie, fingers gliding through the material with ease. You stepped up to his other side and mirrored her movements, placing a kiss on his neck.

Together, you and Emily worked in harmony, each one of you eager to reveal more of his body to the other. His tie came off first, discarded to the floor with a gentle toss from Emily. Then, one by one, you started on the buttons of his shirt. Each button that popped open revealed a new patch of his pale, lean chest.

When his shirt was open, you couldn't help but let your hand slip inside to feel his warm, firm skin. Your fingernails grazed lightly over his abdomen, making him flinch and groan.

You both reached for his belt buckle, your hands brushing against each other in the process. You felt the heat of Emily's breath on your cheek, and she smirked before saying, "Ladies first," with a wink.

With a gentle tug, you pulled the zipper down. His erection was evident, pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Emily's hand reached out, cupping his cock over the material, making Spencer gasp.

As you pushed his shirt off, Spencer stepped out of his shoes, and his pants followed suit. He was now only in his boxer briefs, which Emily proceeded to slip down his legs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, making you both stare with hungry eyes.

Emily moved over to you, undoing the clasp of your bra. The material fell away, revealing your breasts to the warm air. She cupped them, her thumbs gently brushing over your erect nipples.

"On the bed," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. You didn't need to be told twice. You practically jumped onto the soft, plush surface, the anticipation coursing through your veins like electricity.

Emily leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. "You've been a naughty little tease today," she whispered, a hint of playfulness in her tone. She reached for the leather cuffs you had so conveniently laid out earlier.

Her eyes locked with yours as she secured each wrist to the headboard, one by one. The soft leather of the cuffs cool against your heated skin. "Now, you're going to learn the true meaning of patience," she murmured, her voice dripping with the sweet promise of torment.

You thought you had orchestrated this entire evening, but as you lay there, bound and exposed, you realized that Emily had other plans. She didn't miss a beat, immediately taking control of the situation as she stepped away from the bed. "Now, Spencer," she said with a smirk, "I believe it's time for us to have some fun."

Letting out a whine, you tried your best to give them the puppy dog eyes, hoping to be released from your restraints and join in the fun immediately. But Emily just chuckled, shaking her head. "Patience, darling," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You've had all day to think about this."

Ignoring your pleas, Spencer stepped closer to Emily. His hand reached up to cradle her face, and before you could even blink, their lips met in a fiery kiss. You watched as his thumb traced the outline of her jaw, her hands roaming down his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Their kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, and you could feel your own need building as you watched them. Spencer's other hand made its way to the clasp of Emily's bra, and with a quick flick of his fingers, it was undone. The cups fell away, revealing her breasts to his eager gaze.

Spencer cupped her, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She let out a soft moan, her breasts swaying under his touch. You felt your own pussy clench with desire as he began to fondle her, his palms moving in slow, sensual circles. Her skin looked so soft and inviting that you found yourself wishing it was your touch instead.

You watched as Emily leaned into Spencer's touch, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. You felt a twinge of jealousy, but it only added to the thrill. You squirmed under your restraints, your hips bucking up into the air as you grew wetter by the second.

Emily's hand trailed lower, her fingertips grazing over Spencer's stomach before finally wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her thumb gliding over the precum beading at the tip. The sight of her hand on him made you ache to join, but the cuffs held firm, keeping you the captive audience of their erotic display.

With a gentle nudge, Spencer laid Emily down sideways on the foot of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She looked up at him with a smoldering gaze as he stepped back, taking in her body, laid out for him to feast on. You bit your lip, watching as Spencer's eyes travelled down her torso to her wet panties.

Spencer took his time, his mouth watering as he kissed down her body. His lips lingered on her neck, making her shiver before moving down to kiss along her collarbone. His kisses grew more urgent as he reached her breasts, his tongue flicking at her hardened nipples, making her moan softly.

You couldn't stop yourself from squirming and whining. The desire to touch, to be touched, was overwhelming. You watched as Spencer's hand slid down Emily's stomach, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her panties. He traced the seam, teasing her, making her hips rock into his touch.

With one swift move, Spencer dragged Emily's panties down her legs, the fabric sliding over her thighs and calves before he tossed them in your direction. You watched them fly towards you, landing just shy of your face. The scent of her arousal lingered, making your mouth water.

Emily's legs parted slightly, and Spencer knelt between them. His tongue darted out, and he took a long, slow lick from her hole to her clit. You felt your own clit pulse in response, desperately wanting the same attention.

He began to worship her with his mouth, his tongue swirling around her clit as his thumbs spread her wider. You could see her wetness glistening, smell her sweet scent in the air, and it was all you could do not to scream with frustration.

Emily's moans grew louder, filling the room with the erotic symphony of her pleasure. Her hips bucked against Spencer's mouth, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as she grew closer to the edge. You watched, entranced, as Spencer's cheeks hollowed with every suck and lick, her juices coating his chin.

"You see this?" she panted, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You want it, don't you?" Her smirk was devilish, knowing full well the torment she was putting you through.

Spencer looked up from his task. His fingers, slick with her wetness, hovered just above your parted lips. "How about a taste?" he asked, his voice husky with lust. You leaned forward as much as the cuffs would allow, eager to taste her on him. He brought his fingers to your mouth and you eagerly took them in, sucking the essence of Emily's arousal off of his skin. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of salt and sweet that made your mouth water for more.

Emily took that moment to climb up the bed, straddling your hips. She leaned down, pressing her mouth against yours, sharing the taste of her desire. The feeling of her breasts pressing into yours made your nipples peak even more, your body begging to be touched. But she had other ideas.

Reaching to the side, she grabbed the vibrator you had so thoughtfully placed within reach. She strapped it to her own thigh, positioning it perfectly against your clit, setting it to the lowest vibration. The hum was faint, almost a whisper, compared to the roar of your arousal.

With a wicked smile, Emily climbed off of you and made her way back to Spencer, who was still kneeling on the foot of the bed, watching the two of you with rapt attention.

Spencer took her hand and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply before guiding her to turn around. With a gentle push, she was positioned on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air.

Without wasting a moment, Spencer got behind her, his cock at her entrance. The tip of his erection teasing her entrance. You watched, breathless, as he slid into her, inch by inch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a moan tore from her throat as he filled her completely. The sight of him claiming her, taking her, made your clit throb against the vibrator strapped to your thigh.

Emily's body moved with Spencer's, their skin slapping together as he took her roughly. The vibrator barely touched you, the gentle buzz against your clit driving you insane with need. You had the perfect view, but it was torture, the sweetest kind of frustration. Your eyes wandered over every inch of them, drinking in the sight of their bodies joined and their faces contorted with pleasure.

You could feel your hips bucking uncontrollably, trying to get even an ounce of the stimulation they were sharing. Your breaths came in short pants, your chest heaving with every thrust. The vibrator was a cruel reminder of what you were denied, sending a minimal amount of pleasure through your body, not enough to satisfy the ravenous hunger you felt.

Emily's eyes met yours, and she smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to you. She pushed back into Spencer with every stroke, her ass bouncing slightly with every impact. You couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing sight of his cock sliding in and out of her.

Then, Spencer tapped one of Emily's arms. She lifted it without a second thought, her hand reaching back. You watched as he grabbed hold of her arm by the elbow, pulling her torso taught. Her other arm moved back for him to hold.

Now, with her body arched back, Emily's breasts thrust out even more, the flesh bouncing with every hard thrust Spencer delivered from behind. It was a delicious sight, one that had you desperately wishing you could touch, suck, or bite them.

Spencer took full advantage of the new angle. He pushed into her deeper, his hips slamming against hers, each thrust harder and more demanding than the last. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their grunts and gasps of pleasure. The bed rocked under them, and you felt every movement resonate through the mattress beneath you.

The sight of Emily's body, stretched taut with pleasure, and Spencer's cock disappearing into her over and over was maddening. You were so close to them, but the cruel leather cuffs held you in place. Your fingers curled into fists, desperate to reach out and touch.

The vibrator on the lowest setting continued to tease your clit, the barest of sensations taunting you. It was a torment you hadn't anticipated, but one that somehow heightened the scene playing out before you. You could feel your juices drenching the fabric of your underwear, your thighs quivering with need.

Emily looked over her shoulder at you, her eyes hooded with lust. "You like watching, don't you?" she purred. "You like watching Spencer claim me, filling me up with his thick, hard cock?"

Spencer groaned, his hands tightening around Emily's arms. "Tell us how much you want it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Tell us how much you want to be filled up too."

"I want your tight, little pussy to take everything we have to give." Emily licked her lips, the words coming out as a purr.

"Mmhmm," Spencer nodded in agreement, his strokes becoming more fervent. "Imagine it, Emily, her begging for us to fill her up."

Emily's eyes glazed over with lust as she pictured you beneath them, begging for their touch. "Tell me, darling," she started. "How does it feel watching us? Do you wish it was you, taking his cock?"

You swallowed hard, the vibrator still buzzing against you. "Yes," you finally managed to yell out. "I want that. I want you both."

Emily's smirk grew wider as she watched your reaction. She began to rock back into Spencer's thrusts, her pace increasing. The vibrator was now a constant, maddening pulse against your clit, your body begging for more.

"Spencer," she began. "I think our little audience is suffering enough. Time to turn up the vibrations, don't you think?" Without missing a beat, Spencer carefully released her arms.

Spencer's hand moved to the vibrator, his thumb finding the control. The hum grew louder, the vibrations stronger, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the sudden increase in sensation. You felt your body respond immediately, your hips bucking up into the air, desperate for relief.

Emily watched you with a gleam in her eye. "Good things come to those who wait, darling."

Spencer reached down and flicked the vibrator to a higher setting, making you gasp. The vibrations grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The ache grew stronger, the anticipation unbearable. You watched as Spencer took hold of Emily's arms once again. He began fucking her with an intensity that was almost violent.

Emily's moans grew louder, her eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as Spencer's cock pounded into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure growing with every thrust, her walls tightening around him. Her breaths grew ragged, her body trembling as she approached the precipice.

Suddenly, she was there. She threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of it all. You watched, the vibrator on your clit now building up the same pleasure in you, as Emily's climax painted a vivid picture of pure ecstasy on her face.

Spencer's grip on her arms tightened as he thrust into her, the wet sounds of her pussy clenching around him filling the room. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, the vibrations from the toy growing stronger and more insistent with every second.

But it was the sight of Emily's wetness, her juices sliding down her thighs and onto the bed, that finally pushed you over the edge. You couldn't help but let out a moan that was louder than you had intended, your voice echoing off the walls.

With a final, harsh slam into Emily, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. Emily's body clenched around him, her orgasm being drawn out. The vibrator was almost too much now, the intense pleasure making your body convulse uncontrollably.

Spencer pulled out with a wet sound, and you watched in a daze as his cum began to dribble out of her, running down her thighs in thick, white lines. The sight was obscenely erotic, making your stomach clench with a mix of arousal and envy.

Emily's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breaths coming in pants as she collapsed onto the bed beside you. But Spencer wasn't done yet. With a predatory look in his eyes, he moved up the bed.

He reached down and untied the vibrator from your thigh, the sudden loss of sensation making you whine. Then, with a swift move, he tugged your panties down, the fabric tearing away from your body as he yanked them off.

Spencer didn't waste any time. His fingers found their way to Emily's cum-soaked folds, and with a wicked smile, he scooped up a generous amount of his own release. You watched, eyes wide, as he brought those same fingers to your own drenched pussy.

Without a second thought, he pushed them inside you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. The feeling of his fingers, still slick with his cum and her juices, was intense. He didn't hold back, fucking you with a fervour that had your legs spreading wider of their own accord.

The vibrations from the toy had been a tease, a gentle caress compared to the reality of his touch. His fingers moved in and out of you with ease, the wetness from his and Emily's combined releases coating him, allowing him to slide in deep. Each stroke was punctuated with a wet, lewd sound that seemed to echo in the room.

You bucked your hips up, trying to meet him, desperate for the fullness you'd been denied. Spencer took his time, watching the expressions that played out on your face with a smug smile. Your body thrashed against the cuffs, your breasts jiggling with the force of your movements.

Emily took that moment to recover, her breathing evening out as she climbed up the bed towards you. Her hand reached out and cupped one of your breasts, her thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.

With a devilish smile, she leaned down, her hot breath fanning over your skin. You felt her mouth close around the tender flesh, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before she took it between her teeth and gave it a gentle tug. You arched your back, a moan escaping your lips, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Her mouth moved down to the valley between your breasts, her tongue tracing a wet path that made you shiver. Each nip, each lick was a brand, marking you as theirs for the night.

You were a quivering mess, moaning unintelligibly as Emily's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of your neck. Spencer's fingers continued their relentless assault on your pussy, his thumb circling your clit, sending electric jolts through your body.

The orgasm that crashed over you was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was as if your entire body was a live wire, sparks flying everywhere as your muscles clenched and released in wave after wave of pleasure.

You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut, as the intensity of your climax took over. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, meeting Spencer's thrusting hand with each stroke. The feeling was overwhelming, the mix of his touch and Emily's teeth on your neck too much.

As the last spasms of pleasure rocked through you, Spencer didn't let up. He knew you could take more, that you needed more. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, pressing down gently. His fingers in your pussy never stopped, now targeting your G-spot with a precision that left you panting.

The pressure grew, building a crescendo of pleasure that started in your belly and radiated outwards. It was unlike anything you'd felt before, a coiling tension that grew and grew until you felt like you were going to burst. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, a sign of the release that was coming.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he worked you over, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of force. Emily's teeth grazed your neck, her hand moving to your throat to gently squeeze. You felt yourself getting closer, the need to let go growing stronger with each passing second.

He pressed down on your lower abdomen a little more, your muscles tightened around his fingers as he curled them against your G-spot. Emily's mouth moved up to your ear, her voice a hot whisper against your skin. "You're going to squirt for us, aren't you?" she asked, her breathing heavy with excitement.

You nodded, unable to form words. Your orgasm was approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming. Spencer's thumb flicked over your clit faster, his fingers pumping into you with a steadfast rhythm that had your body shaking.

Emily leaned closer, her breath hot against your neck. "Say it," she murmured. "Tell us you're going to come for us."

You gritted your teeth, the need to scream their names overpowering you. "I'm going to… come," you managed, the words barely leaving your mouth.

Emily's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "That's our good little slut," she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe.

With a final, punishing push, you felt it. The orgasm hit you like a tsunami, your pussy fluttering around Spencer's fingers as you squirted, your juices soaking the bed beneath you.

When you finally opened your eyes, you could see Spencer licking his fingers clean. The sight of him tasting you, savouring the evidence of your pleasure, sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

Emily was watching you intently, a look of concern and care in her eyes. She reached out and stroked your cheek. "Are you okay, love?" she asked. "Do you want to keep going?"

You nodded, the word "yes" slipping past your lips. You were still reeling from the intensity of your last orgasm, but the thought of stopping now was unbearable. You needed more.

Emily leaned in, her breath hot against your skin. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. Then, she turned to Spencer with a wicked smile. "Help me adjust her," she said, removing the pillows propping you up. "I want to sit on her face."

He took hold of your ankles, his grip firm but gentle, and began to pull you down the bed. You felt the leather cuffs pull your arms taught as you slid along the sheets, the fabric gliding against your sensitive skin.

You watched as Emily positioned herself over you, her pussy glistening with her cum. Her legs straddled your head, and she lowered herself down, the heat of her sex enveloping your face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and you eagerly opened your mouth, ready to taste her.

Spencer knelled closer, his own cock now fully hard again. He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, his hands holding you in place as he aligned himself with your eager entrance. The head of his cock brushed against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

As you began eating Emily out her hand found the back of Spencer's neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

The first few inches of Spencer's cock slid into you with ease, the lubrication from your previous orgasm allowing for a smooth entry. But as he pushed in further, you felt a slight burn, a delicious stretch that had you panting into Emily's pussy.

As Spencer started a slow rhythm, you began lapping at Emily's pussy with a fervour. Your tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and licking, tasting the saltiness of cum on your lips. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with Spencer's thrusts as she ground herself against your face.

You loved every second of being at their mercy, the feeling of being used for their pleasure. It was intoxicating. You were no longer just an observer, but an integral part of their passionate dance.

With Spencer's cock now fully seated within you, he upped the speed, his hips ramming into yours with a ferocity that had you seeing stars. Each thrust sent your body rocking into the mattress, the leather cuffs creaking with every movement.

Spencer's hand came down, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He tapped it lightly at first, the sensation making you moan against Emily's pussy. The sound of your muffled cries only seemed to spur him on, his rhythm growing more erratic.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body rocking against yours in time with Spencer's thrusts. She leaned forward, her breasts jiggling, and you felt her nails dig into the skin of your torso as she held on tighter. Each tap from Spencer sent a shock of pleasure through you, making your own tongue move faster, more insistently against her clit.

The scene unfolded before you like a living, breathing painting of eroticism. The soft curves of Emily's body, the sharp lines of Spencer's physique, the leather of the cuffs that kept you bound to the bed—everything was a masterpiece of desire and want. Your senses were on overload, the taste of her, the smell of them both, the feel of Spencer's cock stretching you, the sound of skin slapping together.

All thoughts of work, of the outside world, of anything but the raw, primal need to come, had been driven from your mind. You were a creature of pure instinct now, a being of sensation and craving. Your entire existence was focused on the wet, warm heat of Emily's pussy on your face, and the thick, hard cock inside you, claiming you as their own.

Spencer leaned forward, his cock still pistoning in and out of your soaking wet pussy. His mouth found Emily's breasts, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. His tongue circled her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks that begged for more. You felt the vibration of her moans run through her body, her hips grinding down onto your face as she threw her head back in pleasure.

The three of you were a tangled mess of limbs and desire, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of release. Spencer's strokes grew more frantic, his breathing hitching as he felt his own climax approaching. Emily's thighs tightened around your head, her moans growing louder, more demanding. You knew she was close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Spencer's fingers found your clit once again, stroking it with a masterful touch that had you arching your back. Each pass over the sensitive bundle of nerves sent electricity through your body, making your toes curl. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy clenching around his cock with each movement.

"You're so beautiful, Em," he murmured, his voice strained with his own growing need. "Riding her face like that, taking her mouth like it's yours. And look at her pussy, so slick and ready to be bred."

Emily moaned at his words, her hips bucking harder against your face. You felt her pussy juices leak onto your face. The thought of Spencer's cum filling you up, the idea of being bred by him, sent a fresh surge of arousal through you.

Suddenly, Emily's body tightened. With a scream, she came, her orgasm flooding your mouth. You swallowed greedily, the taste of her release mingling with the lingering flavour of Spencer's cum.

Her legs trembled as she lifted herself off your face. She rolled to the side, gasping for air, leaving Spencer's cock buried deep within you. "Keep going," she panted. "Don't stop until she's screaming."

With renewed vigour, Spencer pounded into you, his hips a blur as he chased his own orgasm. Emily leaned back into the pillows, watching you both with hooded eyes. "That's right," she began. "Take his cock like a good little slut. You love being filled up, don't you?"

You could only whine out in response, the word "yes" lost to the sounds of pleasure that had overtaken you. Spencer's strokes grew even more demanding, the sound of your wetness adding to the obscene sounds you were making.

Emily's voice grew more commanding. "Spencer, breed her," she said, her hand moving to her own clit, her fingers working it in slow, deliberate circles. "Fuck her full of your cum."

Spencer's eyes darkened, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. The idea of claiming you in such a primal way had him on edge, his body responding with an instinctual need to fill you with his seed.

You felt it, the pressure building up, your body begging for release. Emily's words had tipped you over, the dirty talk echoing in your ears. "I want it," you moaned. "I want you to breed me."

Spencer's strokes grew more erratic, his body taut with his own impending climax. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt your orgasm coil, ready to explode. Then, it hit you. Your body thrashed against the bed, the leather cuffs holding strong.

The feeling of Spencer's warm cum flooding your pussy was exquisite, making your own orgasm drag out, as if you were floating in a sea of pleasure. Each pulse of his release sent waves of ecstasy rippling through your core.

After a beat, Emily began to unbuckle the leather cuffs that had held you so tightly. You felt the leather loosen around your wrists, the sudden freedom making your skin tingle with sensation. She took care not to jostle your arms too much, knowing the blood flow would rush back with a sting.

As you lay there, panting and trembling with the aftermath of your orgasms, she gently began to massage your wrists. Her touch was feather-light at first, the pads of her thumbs moving in slow circles over your pulse points. It was a tender, loving gesture that seemed out of place in comparison to such intense passion.

Spencer remained still, his cock still buried in you to the hilt, his cum a warm presence inside your body. His eyes focused on yours, the connection between the two of you palpable. You could see the love and lust in his gaze, the possessive way he held onto your legs as if afraid to let you go.

Emily's gentle touch grew stronger as she massaged your wrists, her thumbs working out the kinks that had formed from being bound. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice soothing after the storm of passion. "You did so well for us."

Spencer's eyes never left yours, his expression one of pure adoration as he watched you come down from the high. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours, and kissed you. "You're incredible," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

As his cock began to soften, he carefully pulled out of your sensitive pussy. You felt a strange sense of emptiness, a void that his presence had filled. The wet sound of his withdrawal seemed to clash against the quiet of the room, the only noise now the sound of your heavy breathing.

Emily sat you up with surprising ease, her strong arms wrapping around your back, supporting you as your legs swung over the side of the bed. You felt boneless, your muscles having turned to jelly under the onslaught of pleasure. She kissed you gently, her lips tasting sweet.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she murmured, her eyes filled with affection. Spencer had already moved to the en suite, the sound of the shower being turned on filling the space.

With Emily's help, you managed to stand, your legs shaky from the intense experience. She led you to the bathroom, her hand firm but gentle as she guided you into the steamy embrace of the shower. The warm water hit your skin, and you sighed in relief, the heat soothing the ache that remained from your bound position.

Spencer had already stepped in, the water cascading over his body as he watched you approach. His eyes were still filled with the same hunger and love that had fuelled his earlier actions, but now they held a gentle concern.

Emily helped you step into the shower, the warm water washing over your body. You felt the last vestiges of your bound state slip away as the steam enveloped you. The water hit your skin with a gentle patter, the heat soothing the ache of your muscles.

Spencer's hands were on you immediately, his gentle touch as he helped cleanse your body. He took his time, using a soft cloth to wipe away the sweat and cum that coated your skin. The intimate act speaking volumes about the connection that had grown between the three of you.

Emily took a step back, watching the two of you with a satisfied smile. She leaned against the shower wall, her body still flushed from her own climax. She looked like a goddess, her hair sticking to her skin in wet strands as the water ran down her body.

Spencer turned you to face the spray, his hands moving over your body with the tenderness of a sculptor sculpting a masterpiece. The water washed away the physical remnants of your passion, but the emotional intensity remained.

Emily stepped closer, her own hands reaching out to join Spencer's in their gentle ministrations. She began to clean herself as well, her hands gliding over her own skin as if to mirror the care they were giving you. The three of you stood under the water, basking in the warmth.

When she finished, she took over supporting you, her arms sliding around your waist as Spencer stepped back. He took the cloth from her and began to clean himself, his movements methodical and precise.

With a gentle nudge, Emily guided you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and helping to steady your legs. Spencer, ever the considerate lover, took over, tenderly patting you dry with a soft, fluffy towel. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was afraid you might break.

Once you were clean, Emily stepped in, her eyes lingering on the marks on your skin from the cuffs. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on each red line before guiding you back to the bedroom. The sight of the freshly made bed, with crisp sheets and plush pillows was a welcoming sight to your exhausted body.

With a gentle touch, Spencer helped you to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands on your shoulders to steady you. Emily climbed in first, her body a vision of satiation. She lay back against the pillows, her arms open in invitation. Spencer following, his body warm and firm as he slid in behind you, his chest pressing against your back.

He pulled the blankets up, cocooning the three of you together. Emily's hand reached for yours, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a reassuring gesture. Spencer's arm draped over your stomach, his hand resting protectively over you. The warmth of their bodies enveloped you, chasing away any lingering chill.

As the adrenaline from your earlier passion began to ebb, exhaustion claimed you. You drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the steady beat of their hearts and the warmth of their embraces. The soft whispers of their conversation lulled you into a peaceful slumber. You felt safe, nestled between them, their arms and legs entwined with yours. The love that emanated from Spencer and Emily was a warm blanket that wrapped around you, chasing away any lingering fears or worries. You were theirs, and they were yours.

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The art of pleasure ch.6

Authority ° Lee Felix

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: SMUT 18+ only, college AU WC:1.6k +

TW: experienced Felix, inexperienced reader, intercourse, cumshots, sub Felix, Felix cries, mention of safe word, first time domming, grinding

A/N, another chapter after less than a week?? I'm spoiling you guys ahah ;), I hope you like the chapter and I also have a super important announcement regarding the story so go to my blog and find out <3

Han scrambled up at the voices and rushed to pull his pants and underwear up before the door swung open violently.

“Hyung, we're naked, you can't just come in!” Hannie whined like a baby, he was the baby of the trio after all. Changbin tsked at him and Chan simply rolled his eyes, it wasn't the first time they were naked around each other and clearly wouldn't be the last. Meanwhile you laid on the table, front and cheek completely squished against it. The tiredness from the previous day had gotten to you, maybe having your first time and another fuck not even 12 hours apart hadn't been a good idea. Hyunjin had treated you so well that you were barely sore in the morning but Hannie had been very intense and you were sure you would feel it the day after.

Cum started to sleep out of you and drip down your thighs but you were so tired, you just wanted to nap.

“Hey, baby, are you okay?” Chan's voice was soft, you had never heard such softness come from him even if he had always been nothing but wonderful to you. You hummed in response.

“Tired.” Chan giggled at your cute cheeks and droopy eyes.

“Let me clean you up, okay?” Another hum and then you heard shuffling behind you. A soft tissue came in contact with your soiled and puffy pussy and you immediately hissed at the touch and tried to scramble higher up the desk.

“Easy, baby, easy. I'm all done,” the tissue soon disappeared and was replaced by your soft panties and your shorts. Chan dragged a chair near you and then sat down, his legs spread enough to make room for you.

“Come here, baby, let's take a nap, yeah?”

You didn't let him tell you twice because you all but jumped on him and attached yourself to his body like a koala. Napping with Chris was your favorite activity in the world. As soon as your head hit his shoulder, your eyes closed. The last things you heard were the two older boys chastising Han.

“I can't believe you didn't make her cum!”

“She said it was fine, hyung!”

When you woke up, you were in a different position, on the couch with a jacket draped over your middle. You felt warm and content. 3racha was still working in front of you, how long had you been asleep for? You patted yourself for your phone.

“Chris?” Your voice was hoarse and tired. The three boys jumped in their seats at the sudden voice. Chan rolled close to you and studied your face as to find any sign of discomfort.

“Slept well baby?” His thumb gently drew circles on your warm cheek and you sighed and melted into the affection.

“Yes, very. Where is my phone?” Changbin, from behind Chan, handed you the device.

“Felix called and he texted, you should text him back,” Changbin had a naughty glint in his eyes, that could only mean one thing.

Felix was the only one of the boys that you were closer to, except for Chan. In all honesty, with all of his cuteness and kindness, the sunshine boy was very hard to dislike and you had no intention of trying.

Lixie:

Hey bubby, Binnie hyung told me you were sleeping, I wanted to know when you wanted to meet :D

You:

Hey Lixie <3

Sorry I was pretty tired, I had a date with Hyunjin last night and one with Han this morning

Lixie:

Are you okay? Sore? :(

You:

A little but don't worry, sweet boy, nothing I can't handle

Did you have a time in mind already for the hangout? <3

Lixie:

I was thinking next weekend, if it's not too early :D

You:

It's perfect Lixie, I'll see you next weekend

Lixie:

Rest well, bubby <3

Getting ready for the date with Felix was easy. You felt comfortable around him since you were already friends and the only one of the boys you were friendly with, except for Chan. The fact that you knew what to expect from intercourse in general also helped you greatly, sex now wasn't this big mystery to you anymore, albeit you still had a lot to learn.

You knocked on Felix's door excitedly, this lesson was gonna be fun, you could feel it.

“Hey bubby,” Felix opened the door with one of the biggest and brightest smiles you had ever seen. He was so precious. The boy quickly pulled you into his room.

“So, on the list that Chan gave me it said ‘domming’. Do you want to talk more about that?” your voice was firm and determined, you were excited to try and uncover this new side of you and to feel new things physically.

“Oh, hyung told you already…” his voice was lower than usual. Your hand gently covered his small one and then squeezed, as to spur him on.

“Yeah, I like to not have control, I like to do what other people tell me to do,” his cheeks were dusted with pink and his eyes were round and sparkly, you wanted to eat him up.

“That's okay, I think I can do that, do you have a safe word?”

“Yeah, it's gold league,” he chuckled. Of course it was game related, typical Felix.

“Okay, do you want to play?” a wink from you sent the boy into a blushing and stuttering mess.

“Yes!”

“Put your games on then, bubby.” Felix looked at you confused, but still got up and sat down in front of his computer. Oh how you loved when a man did what you told him, you were starting to feel the thrill some women got from dominating.

Right when Felix logged into League, you got up.

“Be a good boy, keep playing and let me have my fun, and maybe I'll let you cum at the end if I'm satisfied.” Felix looked at you with big round eyes, his bottom lip slightly jutted out and trembling. A small whimper escaped from his lips when you sat down on his lap, thick thighs on either way of his.

“Don't hold back or I won't touch you at all.” Felix nodded frantically while still trying to play, he was trying to focus but his mind zeroed on how good your weight felt on his half hard cock. You placed small feather light kisses all over his neck and shoulders, he was wearing a tank top and you almost wanted to cheer at the choice; more skin more surface to play with. When your tongue came in contact with his pulse point on his neck, Felix whimpered and started trembling underneath you, his cock pushed against his short and you could feel it deliciously throb through your panties.

“Miss, please,” he looked and sounded like he was about to shatter but, like a good boy, he kept playing his game. Your hips started to grind harshly on top of his bulge, your clit caught on his zipper so deliciously that in a matter of moments your underwear was ruined by your slick.

“You like to call your girls ‘miss’, Felix?” A whimper and a nod, “what a naughty boy.” At your words a wet patch of precum started to form on Felix's shorts. He was probably close and so were you, both of you were extremely worked up. You needed him inside.

With swift fingers you unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his zipper. His cock stood proud in front of you, he wasn't as long as Hyunjin or as thick as Changbin and was even shorter than Han but you were sure he would feel good nonetheless.

“No underwear? Tsk, you're a bad boy.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he sobbed, a fat tear rolled down his cheek but was swiftly caught by your gentle hand.

“Its okay baby, I like bad boys.” Without any other words, you pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him. Two equally pleased moans sounded in the room. Your hips started moving almost immediately, you were too impatient to wait.

“Baby why don't you stop playing your games now and start playing with my little clit? If you can make me cum before you, I'll give you a reward,” your voice sounded sickly sweet like you had never heard before, and Felix complied immediately. His short, small and warm fingers worked wonders on your swollen bud, he was skilled and liked pleasuring others. With how worked up you were and with how good Felix's cock felt rubbing your walls back and forth it didn't take too long for you to feel that familiar pressure start to build inside your guts.

“Oh, baby keep going, I'm so so close.” Felix's hand applied even more pressure to your poor sensitive clit and you came with a long keen. Your hips slowed down while you rode out your high and Felix whined at the change.

“Miss, miss, can I please cum now?”

“Yes baby, whenever you want.” Your hips picked up the pace and increased it what to Felix seemed tenfold; you were so wet and warm and soft and smelled so good. Your voice was so nice and you took such a great care of him, he had to cum for you.

“Oh miss I'm coming, I'm coming.” You quickly pulled yourself up and off the chair. The front of your dress got shoved down impatiently by your clammy hands and you kneeled in front of your sweet boy.

“Why don't you cum all over me, baby boy?” A hand wrapped around his tiny dick and quickly began to jerk him off. Felix's hips lifted off the chair to follow the movement from your hand, his hands dug into the plush of the armrests.

Soon white ropes of cum landed on your chest and face while Felix whimpered and thrashed in the chair.

“Thank you miss,” the sunshine boy sent you a weak but bright smile and you cooed at the sight.

“You're welcome, baby.”

“Can I pick my reward now?”

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