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ariichive · 2 days ago

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JAGGED.ೃ࿔

caleb’s jealousy was uncontrollable and never goes away as quick as it comes.

cw: fem reader, not entirely smut but still gonna tag as 18+ mdni, jealousy, choking, possessiveness, teasing, gagging, kissing, marking, mullet caleb, biting, threats, violence, pet names, stripping, yandere, established relationship, stalking, manipulation, you both have a few screws loose... not proofread rip wc: 2.1k

whenever you returned home to caleb, he was always there with a warm smile and an even warmer embrace.

no matter how long you’d been gone—an hour, a day, a week—he greeted you like you’d been away for years.

the familiarity was gone today, it just felt cold and unwelcoming; something that has never happened before.

something was wrong. unsettlingly so.

"caleb?" you called out for him, only to receive no answer. he had to be here; he never left without telling you when he'd be back.

your heartbeat quickened as you stepped further inside, locking the door behind you out of habit. the air felt off—not in the way of an intruder, but in the absence of something vital. of him.

you called again, voice softer this time, hesitant. still, nothing.

the only light was from the pretty moonlight seeping in through the window, leaving your vision a bit distorted. you managed to find your way to the bedroom, making sure to be quiet in case he was sleeping or was listening to music.

the tension was thick as you seen a familiar silhouette sitting at the edge of the bed; your heartbeat didn't slow down or feel the usual comfort it did when you seen him.

"caleb, i was calling for you... are you okay?" you eyed him cautiously, shadows casting against his features. he didn't answer you, but the quiet hum he let out made it known he was listening.

"is everything okay..?" you tried once more to get him to talk.

"y'know, dear, it's so hard to stay mad at you. especially when you call my name so sweetly... like i couldn't ruin you any chance i get."

you gulped and took a cautious step back.

"what... what are you talking about?" you forced out, your voice smaller than you wanted it to be.

caleb tilted his head, finally moving—finally looking at you. his eyes, usually so full of warmth, were unreadable in the darkness.

"you’ve been careless," he murmured, tapping his fingers against his thigh like he was trying to keep himself in check. "running around, not paying attention, letting your guard down... do you know how easy it would be for something to happen to you?"

he didn't give you the chance to answer him. "i followed you. i followed you that entire time you were gone."

he turned towards you, allowing you to finally see his facial expression. a simple, blank smile with dark eyes.

"you didn't notice... you didn't notice me following you or the looks you got from other men." he let out a humorless laugh.

“you never even looked around,” he continued, his voice low and unsettling. “too busy, too trusting... always so trusting of them.” he tilted his head again, and the way he said them made your skin crawl.

you took another step back, your eyes darting to the door, to the window, anywhere but his face. you wanted to run.

"it was just an errand run...i don't think anyone was-"

“do you really think they weren’t looking at you?” he asked, his smile never fading. “that they weren’t admiring you? wanting you?” his laugh echoed again, sharp and bitter. "it was pitiful to watch those meaningless people look at you that way."

now, he stood up, extending to his full height. "caleb, you're being delusional." it wasn't the first time he's been jealous, just never to this extent.

"delusional?" he echoed, his voice dangerously soft, and the way he said it made your skin crawl. his smile stretched just a little wider, like a predator savoring the moment before pouncing.

"you think i’m delusional?" he repeated, stepping toward you again, his eyes never leaving yours. “you think they—those strangers—are any better for you than i am?”

you instinctively took another step back, your heart racing in your chest, the fear seeping deeper into your bones. you needed to get away.

"they don’t see you like I do," caleb continued, his voice low, the edge in it sharper now. "they don’t know you like I do. they don’t care about you the way I do." his eyes darkened. "you belong to me."

you flinched at his words, your hands trembling as you tried to push the panic down

"caleb," you whispered, your voice shaking now. "you’re not thinking clearly. please, just—!"

but he was already taking another step toward you, his eyes wild now, the control slipping away as his anger simmered to the surface.

you tried, truly, to bolt to the door as quick as possible.

caleb’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist with terrifying speed, pulling you back with an iron grip that made your breath catch in your throat.

"where do you think you're going?" his voice was low, dangerously calm. it was the kind of calm that made your skin prickle, a warning that sent every instinct inside you screaming.

you tried to twist free, but his hold only tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. your pulse raced in panic, your mind screaming for escape.

"y-you need space to clear your head, i... i can sleep on the couch." your words seemed to only anger him more.

caleb's grip on your wrist tightened and his eyes darkened, lips curling into a twisted sneer. "you think you can just leave like that?" he spat, his voice low and full of venom. "you think i’ll just let you sleep somewhere that's not beside me?"

you could feel the air between you both growing thicker, charged with a dangerous energy that made the room feel suffocating. your mind raced, grasping for anything—anything—that might calm him down, that might give you a chance to slip away.

his hand that was holding onto your wrist traveled up your body, rubbing into your skin gently. when he got to your collarbone, he increased the pressure, surely trying to leave a mark.

he leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you—but instead, he bit your lip.

the unexpected pain caused you to whimper and flinch away from him.

his hand slid further up your neck, and the pressure on your collarbone only intensified. it was suffocating, the way his touch had gone from gentle to possessive, to painful. you tried to move away, but his grip was unrelenting.

“i’ve been patient,” caleb continued, his voice low and rough, a mix of frustration and something darker. “but you’re making this so hard. you’re making me prove to you how much you need me. how much i need you.”

he paused for a second, and that's when you felt something cold wrap around your neck: the silver necklace you gifted him in childhood.

the action caused your heart to speed up. “you look gorgeous marked by me,” he whispered gently as he placed his forehead against yours.

with a cautious approach, you wrapped your arms around him and tried to calm your breathing, hoping he was finally calming down.

well, your actions seemed to only make things worse.

“y-you’re still so sweet, so soft, even after i treat you like this?” there was a vulnerability in his eyes that immediately hardened.

his body tensed against yours, his nails digging into your back ever so slightly. “you’re too good to me,” he murmured, almost to himself. his voice wavered, filled with something unsteady, something desperate. “too good.”

his forehead was still pressed to yours, but his eyes had darkened again, flickering with a storm of emotions. “you should hate me right now,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "you should be afraid of me."

he pulled back just enough to search your face, his gaze burning into yours, as if trying to understand why you weren’t running. why you weren’t screaming.

his hands slid down your arms, then back up, his touch almost reverent. "but you're still here," he murmured, his head tilting slightly. “even after all this. why?”

you swallowed thickly, trying to steady your voice. "because i love you, caleb."

the thin string keeping him together snapped.

he quickly lifted you, your legs wrapping around his torso. he threw you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. "i love you too, so much." he used the chain around your neck to lift your head to the same level as his.

your breath hitched as the cool metal of the necklace pressed into your skin, restricting your movement just enough to make your pulse race with something between fear and disbelief. caleb’s face was dangerously close, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a feverish intensity.

“you have no idea,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, “just how much i need you.”

his grip on the chain tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that you were completely at his mercy. his free hand trailed along your jaw, his touch achingly gentle compared to the rough way he handled you moments before.

his lips found yours in an intense kiss, the hand wrapped around the necklace moved to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, his other hand moving to the buttons on your blouse.

he paused for a second, looking into your eyes, "are you okay?"

you nodded and pulled him back into a kiss, your own hand tugging at his shirt that barely concealed his toned body. he sent you a small smile as he took off the article of clothing.

your blouse slipped from your shoulders, and he took his time, pressing his lips to every inch of newly exposed skin as if committing each spot to memory. "so perfect," he murmured against you, his breath warm, his voice filled with something raw. "all mine."

when you let out a particular whine when he reached your sensitive spot, he moaned and bit down harder. he glanced up at your face, noticing you were biting your lip, tearing at the fragile skin.

his brow furrowed as he brought two fingers up to your mouth, gently shoving them down your throat. "only i can bite your pretty lips, okay?"

you whined around his fingers as he continued marking up your chest and neck.

his fingers pressed down just enough to make you gasp, your teeth and tongue brushing against his skin as he watched you with dark, lidded eyes. "that's it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "bite me, sweetheart."

your body trembled beneath him as he continued his slow, deliberate assault on your skin, his lips trailing lower, teeth grazing sensitive spots just to feel the way you reacted. every sound you made only seemed to spur him on, his grip on you tightening with every little whimper and whine that left your lips.

he pulled his fingers from your mouth, dragging them down your chin, smearing the spit along your jaw before cupping your cheek. "you're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, soothing over where you'd bitten too hard. "mine to love, mine to take care of."

you tugged on his hair, the grown-out mullet soft in your hands, making him let out a whine of your name.

his reaction sent a shiver down your spine, the sound so raw and desperate that it made your grip tighten instinctively. caleb's breathing grew heavier, his lips parting as he looked down at you with a mixture of adoration and hunger.

"you know what you do to me, don't you?" he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. his hands slid down your sides, fingers squeezing at your hips before settling there, holding you in place. "you drive me insane."

you smirked slightly, tugging at his hair once more just to hear that sweet sound again. "good," you teased, voice breathy, "it's only fair."

"'s not nice to tease, pipsqueak."

"what are you gonna do about it?" you taunted, fingers still tangled in his hair, giving another playful tug.

his grip on your hips tightened, and in a swift movement, he flipped you beneath him, pinning you against the mattress. his hands caged you in, his weight pressing into you just enough to make your breath hitch.

"oh, sweetheart," he purred, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "you really wanna test me tonight, huh?"

your heart pounded in anticipation, but you held your ground, looking up at him with a teasing smile. "maybe."

caleb chuckled, low and husky, his breath fanning against your skin. "guess i’ll just have to remind you who’s in charge then, won’t i?"

before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, stealing every word, every breath, until all you could think about was him.

bonus:

as you lay in his arms, you couldn't help the nagging thought at the back of your mind. "hey, caleb?"

he hummed in response, pulling you closer to his chest. "you... you really followed me the entire day?"

"yeah, it's a cute little pastime. get to see you window shop and stuff," he said with no shame whatsoever. "what kinda boyfriend would i be if i let you out alone?"

"a normal one."

he let out a small laugh, "go to sleep, [name]. we can't have you ruining your sleep schedule. need me to tell you a story?"

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noreasontobebland · 6 hours ago

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Caleb has a habit of cupping your pussy while you cuddle and you have a habit of using his hands to masturbate.

It’s not surprising once you and him made it official he finally started to not hold back , especially with touching.

He loves kissing you, holding your hand, embracing your body, even when you both are sitting together in a meeting or class his pinky wonders to your to take hold.

There has not been a day that went by where it ends with his hands all over your body.

Some evening it’s just him spooning you with his hand in your shirt, but days like this where his hand is in your panties caused him to act differently.

For the past few weeks Caleb started to move his hands in between your thighs as yall slept. You didn’t mind his colder hands there seeing as the nights are getting longer and hotter. Eventually though you woke up to his hands deep in your panties.

He wasn’t fingering you, he was just…cupping it. Holding your cunt in his palm with the occasional rub from his thumb. It wasn’t….the worst thing though?

You and him did establish after getting more sexually intimate, that if you or him were to be asleep and the other was needy you could use each other.

Caleb personally hates the idea of “using you”, but he still agreed

He wasn’t fucking you at all though, you look through the small mirror across from you to see him comfortably sleep in your neck behind you, one of his arms being used as your personal pillow and the other in between your legs.

It was cute.

You never asked him about it nor questioned it. Waking up before him deemed difficult because you know he’s a light sleeper when it comes to you.

That’s when an ideal popped up.

You turn slightly over to where you could spread your legs wider while still being laid on your side. Your arm reaches over to glide on his scared arm and bicep to trace down to join your hand in your panties. That’s when you felt how wet you really were.

It wasn’t a surprise you were always most sensitive in the morning, so why not fix that release before getting the day started?

Your fingers laid on top of his and you pressed his middle and ring finger on your clit, circling it while carefully rolling your hips. The whole idea of his his hands to get off was actually turning you on more than you think.

His fingers were larger and longer than yours, it wasn’t long until you threw your head into your pillow to hum out in pleasure. Caleb still caught in his sleep didn’t seem to notice at all. His scent and breathing in your ear made you lose yourself a little.

Until his name slipped out your mouth.

“Ca—!!?”

“You’re so naughty.” His cold lips landed on your spine causing you to arch back, your hands stopped moving on its own while his kisses trailed from your back, shoulder, and neck, right at your sweet spot to assist you in finishing moaning his name. “Keep goin’….cum on my hand.”

“I’m so—-“

“Noooo.” He nips at your salty exposed skin, licking over it as an apology, “Cum on them and I’ll help you s’more…okay?”

You look up at the mirror, startled a little seeing that he was already looking right at you through the reflection, you continue.

It felt more erotic knowing you both were staring at each other while you use him to finger fuck yourself. You wanted him to get a full show so you kick off the remainder blanket, your panties practically wet and crumbled to the side your both your hands as you move his fingers to rub faster.

“Shit…” Caleb felt the blood rush to his dick, pressed against your lower back he all but moans in your ear. “You’re so sexy baby, please…please keep going…cum for me.”

Something about you using him riles him up that he gets hisself lost in a trance, grinding against you round ass as you reach closer and closer to your climax.

“Yes…yessss Caleb!” Your head falls back into his landing you right to be kissed as he lost his patience and took charge to rub faster shapes on your clit, sucking on your tongue while your body ruts into his hand.

He pulls back to see your flushed face, a spit trail tearing apart as you smile to cover your face in embarrassment.

“‘M sorry..”

“Don’t be.” He snickers getting up to reposition you on his chest. “I was hoping one day you’d finally put my hands to use.”

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didhewinkback · 1 day ago

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how bad do you want me

a something old blurb inspired by the taxi pic but that pic was so sweet and this is definitely just filth

warnings: smut city baby; word count: 3k omg

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“I’m home” he calls out from the hallway, the smile on his face growing when he hears the happy bark and your “we’re in here” call back.

He toes his shoes off and places his tote bag and jacket on the hook, shaking off the day. He feels good, there is nothing quite like a good day in the studio, when the creative juices are flowing just right, the music seeming to fly right off the page, his pen not able to move fast enough to capture the lyrics pouring out of him. Almost felt like divine inspiration but he knows the source of it, knows on the good days when everything’s working all he has to do is think about you and his mind instantly waxes poetic.

Images of you have flown through his head all day, - you in that wedding dress and you out of it, you dancing against him at that bar in Japan, you sunbathing on the beach in St. Tropez. Making him feel like he was burning from the inside out as couplets and sonnets and bridges poured from his brain. Knowing he could write about you everyday for the rest of his life and it still wouldn’t be enough but what a privilege to get to try anyway.

He’s thrumming with the unreleased energy, the euphoria of a good session, the thrill of getting to go home to his muse. The new melody flowing through his head as he heads towards the tv room, his buoyant steps interrupted by the oaf of a dog greeting him halfway.

“Hi sweet boy,” he coos, bending down to scratch at Sammy’s back, to accept his kisses as he greets him, tail wagging and body shaking. “Yeah yeah yeah, missed you too, you big oaf.”

He presses a few kisses to his head and scratches his fingers against the dog’s scalp before standing up and heading through the doorway, having to lean against it at the sight of you on the couch. Hair still damp from a shower, long, bare legs stretched out against the pillows, wearing nothing but an old t shirt of his. He has to clench his fist to keep himself from just diving on top of you, swallowing to try to combat the way his mouth has just gone dry. Knowing all the songs in the world couldn’t capture just quite how he feels right now, looking at you. His wife.

“Hi.” you say softly, smiling over at him, the glow of the tv making your face already more incandescent than it usually is. “Good day?”

He should answer, should attempt to string some sentences together but he just nods and makes his way over to you as quickly as his feet can carry him, kneeling one leg on the couch in between your thighs as his hand brushes along your cheek, cupping the back of your neck and he bends down to kiss you.

It should be soft, gentle, a greeting kiss for the first time you’ve seen each other since this morning but it’s instantly carnal, his tongue diving into your mouth when you gasp, the hand on the back of your neck tightening as he kisses you deeply, hungrily trying to explore every inch of your mouth. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before pulling away to press his lips against your jawline, dipping down to swirl his tongue against your neck.

“Good session?,” you ask breathlessly and he hums against your skin, biting down when you roll your hips up against his. You slide your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp as he continues his ministrations, knocking his hat off in the process. “Didn’t even take your hat off.”

“Needed you,” he mumbles, shifting so both his knees are on the couch, hovering over you as he brings his mouth back to yours, swallowing down your soft moan as his hand trails down your side, sliding up your t-shirt to clutch at your skin. He makes to move down your body when a soft whine coming from decidedly not you makes him pause. He groans, resting his head against your collarbone when you laugh.

“When was the last time he was out?” he grits out, feeling like he might die if he has to detach himself from you in any capacity.

“Like 20 minutes ago.” you say, your hands sliding along the front of his sweater and pulling him in closer to you and he almost moans in gratitude.

“Alright, Sammy.” he says, turning to the dog laying patiently at the edge of the rug and lifting a hand to point to the bedroom where his dog bed lays. “Gonna need you to go into the other room, pal. ‘M about to do some things to your mom that may scar you for life.”

You groan out a laugh as his genius boy, who's going to get so many treats after this, more treats than he will ever know what to do with, stands up and pads away, leaving the two of you alone.

“Dog’s a genius.” he says

“Can’t believe you just told him that,” you laugh and he grins, turning back to you and his breath catches in his throat.

Your kiss swollen lips, the way you shake your head at him but that does nothing to soften the molten look in your eyes. He leans down to kiss you once before pulling away, pressing his mouth against your jaw, your neck, sliding down your body until he’s laying on his stomach, his head resting against your belly, his shoulders between your thighs. His knees are gonna be fucked tomorrow, bent at a weird angle but who cares when he’s got you looking at him like that, smelling this good.

He closes his eyes, pressing a kiss to your stomach against the t-shirt still laying across it before pushing the hem up with his hands, his lips following his hands until the shirt rests right above your chest. He drags his lips against your breasts, sliding his hands down to your hips and squeezing when you let out a soft moan.

“Thought about this all day,” he murmurs against your skin, tongue darting out to lick at your nipple before sucking it into his mouth in a smooth pull. He kisses across your chest before giving the other nipple the same treatment, fingers scratching against your skin when your hips buck up on their own accord. He kisses his way down, pausing at your stomach, licking a stripe across your skin before sucking a mark at your hip bone, the soft sounds coming out of your mouth making him feel like he’s on fire. A symphony he never tires of.

He rests his chin against your hip, looking up at you, the way you’re shakily breathing, staring up at the ceiling, your arms over your head, your shirt pushed up. You look back down at him, looking so gorgeously overwhelmed just from his mouth on your skin that he’s not sure he’s ever felt better about himself in his life. He did that, he does this to you. He has this effect, the same way you do to him. What a fucking gift to give someone as much pleasure as they give you.

“Y’ so beautiful, you know that?” he practically growls out and he can see your heavy swallow, your tongue darting out to lick at your dry lips. “Got to spend all day writing songs about it. About how good you make me feel. Y’ make me feel so good.”

“H - jesus”, you gasp out as his mouth continues its trail down your skin, his hands sliding down your thighs and back up, a pattern that makes you whine. He could draw this out, could keep sucking marks into your skin, cataloging every moment that your hips twitch, but he knows if he doesn’t get his mouth on you now he’s going to lose his mind. His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, body doing a weird half press up to pull them all the way down your legs, kneeling at your feet as he pulls them all the way down your ankles and throws them on the ground.

He pulls your ankle up to his mouth, his lips dragging against the skin of your calf, pausing to suck a mark on his way up as he lowers his body back down, hooking your leg over his shoulder as he drags his teeth against your skin.

“Wanna taste you, he murmurs, sliding down your body as he comes face to face with your core. “Want you all over my stache. Want to be able to smell you for days”

A moan punches out of you at that, hips twitching towards his touch, his mouth and he just takes a moment to take you in, all of you.

“Fucking - christ, baby,” he groans at the sight of you, how ready you are for him, just from his mouth on your skin. “I got y’ this wet?”

“Please,” you moan out, chest heaving and he has to rut against the couch to take the heat off, the arousal pooling in his stomach almost enough to make him shoot off right there at the sight of you like this. His eyes trail up and down your body, trying to catalogue everything to memory, knowing he’ll have inspiration for the next hundred sessions from the way you’re breathing, the way your body reacts to his touch and the guttural moan you let out when his mouth finally connects to where you need him the most.

It’s sloppy and messy from the start, his tongue sucking your clit into his mouth in heady pulls, going harder when your hand slides into his hair and pulls as he licks a trail up and down your core. He presses soft, deep kisses against you, taking his time in a way you were not prepared for if the way your thighs shake against his shoulders are any indication. He slides his hands up your thighs, pulling you apart gently with his fingers to give his mouth more room, licking a trail down to your entrance, tongue darting inside to taste all of you. Living for the way you throw your head back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as you roll your hips up into his mouth.

“H, I’m -”

“I know baby, I know.” he mumbles against you, giving you another hard suck that makes you cry out. “Always know just what you need, baby. Always gonna give it to you.”

He slides two fingers into you, deep from the start and your leg kicks out, foot knocking against his back and he doesn’t care, he wants to feel all of it, all of you. He’s a man possessed as he closes his eyes, focusing on nothing else but the feel and taste of you, his favorite taste in the world, the way you’re practically gushing into his mouth and he hasn’t even gotten you there yet.

You’re out of words, he can hear you trying to speak but its just sounds at this point, and the thrill in reducing you to this state is indescribable. His fingers curl inside you just like you always like it as his nose nudges against your clit before he sucks it into his mouth, running his tongue up and down in a senseless pattern thats only goal is to make you scream. He can feel it before you try to warn him, the way you’re clenching against his tongue, moaning loud, pulling on his hair as your thighs tense against his head and you come, hard, moaning out a chant of his name over and over.

He doesn’t let up, not yet, continues to drive his fingers into you, continues to taste as much of you as he can and you’re practically writhing against the couch, and it doesn’t take long at all before you’re coming again, practically reduced to whimpers and he has to open his eyes, has to see the sheen of sweat against your forehead, your chest heaving as you gasp for breath, your blown out eyes as you tilt your head down to look at him.

He presses more soft kisses to your core until you’re practically tugging his head away and dragging his head up to your mouth, kissing him deep the moment he’s close enough, the twist of your tongue against his, the way you’re practically leaning into your taste on his lips has him groaning into your mouth, his mustache rubbing against your skin in a way that seems to make you lose your mind, his hips rutting against yours in a way that makes you both hiss.

“H, come on - need you -” you’re murmuring half completed sentences against his mouth as your hands slide to the hem of his sweater and pull - he leans away from you for all of two seconds to yank it over his head before his fingers find your jaw, tilting your mouth back to his. You start to tug at the waistband of his trousers before he gets the message, the desperation in your movement pulling him closer to the edge than he already feels.

He pulls his trousers and briefs down in one go, standing up to shuck them all the way off and freezing in place when he looks down at you, sprawled naked against the couch with your thighs splayed wide. You lift up to pull your shirt over your head and to pull him back down, neither of you speaking, mouths dragging across each other’s skin as he guides himself into you.

“Fucking hell,” he grits out against your neck, biting down as he thrusts all the way in, one smooth push that has your hands sliding down his back to grip his arse. It’s tight, hot, wet, swollen heat, so wet and smooth he has to shut his eyes tight against the sensations flowing through him. “Baby I’m - shit. Not gonna last -”

“Don’t care,” you sigh as you guide his hips into yours again, your legs tightening around his as he fucks into you. He can’t help the moans spilling out of his mouth, would feel self conscious about how quick this is going to be but there’s no time to feel anything but you. The slide of your skin against his, the way you’re clenching down around him, the feel of your nails scratching up and down his back. It’s like you’re the only two people on the planet, nothing else matters but the slick feel of you around him, no thoughts in his head but how fucking good this feels, how fucking good it always feels with you.

“I love you,” you moan out, as if reading his mind and a full body shudder runs through him as he tries to hold himself back, tries to make this last longer but he’s done for at the sound of your sweet voice in his ear, saying his favorite three words he’s ever heard come out of anyone’s mouth, still in disbelief that you’re saying them to him, that you vowed to say them to him for the rest of your life. “I love how you make me feel.”

“Baby, please -” he shushes you desperately as he licks his way into your mouth, your words pouring down his throat like the sweetest honey he’s ever tasted. Everything he’s ever wanted.

“Want you to come,” you murmur as you pull away, his nose nudging against yours with every thrust, your hands sliding against his sweaty skin. “Want you to come inside me.”

The moan that escapes him seems to come from the depth of his core as white hot heat surges through him, giving two thrusts more before he comes inside you, teeth biting down on your neck, going to leave a mark but he doesn’t have time to worry about that, not when he feels this good. His body shaking with aftershocks as he punches his hips gently a few more times, unable to control the euphoria flowing through him. God, the way you make him feel.

He practically collapses on top of you and you just bring your arms around him, both of you panting hard to catch your breath, the onslaught of emotion and feeling taking you both by surprise. It takes a few moments before he’s even able to move, tilting his head up to capture your mouth, kissing you softly, languidly, like he doesn’t know how to stop. Nor does he ever want to.

You lay there for a while, soft moans pooling into each other’s mouths as you come down, hands sliding up and down your bodies, sweat cooling on your skin. He’s reluctant to move and it’s only when your kisses slow down in their ferocity does he shift, gently sliding out of you as he continues to drag his lips against yours before pulling away, pressing his mouth against your jaw and temple and burying his head into your neck. You run your hand gently through his hair as his hands slide up and down your sides, pausing every so often for a cheeky squeeze, a thumb grazing your nipple, his hand gently cupping your breast. Just wanting to be as close as possible for as long as possible, intertwining his legs with yours.

“Am I crushing you?” he asks softly, his voice almost hoarse from all the sounds he’d been making.

“Kinda like it,” you say and he huffs a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to your neck before sitting up. You instantly whine at the loss of contact.

“Hang on, darling. Just gonna -” he wraps his arm around you, pulling you with him as he lays back on the opposite end of the couch, rearranging for a few moments before you’re resting against his chest, his arm holding you securely to him, pressing his head against your hair and just breathing you in. You draw a finger up and down his chest, just drawing mindless patterns against his skin in a way that feels so nice.

“Studio was that good, huh?” you ask, and he can feel your smile against his skin.

“Y’ can’t expect me to spend all day writing songs about you and not have to instantly get my hands on you.” he says, reveling in the way you shiver against him and he feels insatiable. He starts to mimic you, bringing a hand to draw light patterns across your chest, fingers slowly sliding down your belly and resting low.

“What are you up to?” you murmur softly, not much fight in the question as you lean into his touch.

“Just want to love on you some more, baby.” he says softly, sliding his fingers through your folds, circling your entrance and the mess there, living for every twitch and clench he can feel. “Let me hear some more of my favorite sounds.”

You tilt your head up, capturing his lips with yours as you gasp against his mouth as he starts to fuck his fingers back into you, moaning at his gentle touch. He revels in it, revels in you, revels in the sounds you make. His favorite song, the melody he’s always chasing. Loving how you make him feel, how you make each other feel, how you get to do this for the rest of your lives. He could write a million songs about this, about you, and he just might. How lucky is he?

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that pic just did something to me okay !!!! blame the pic and the amount of espresso i had, i think this is the smuttiest thing i have written yet. hope u like it pls lmk what u think

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#something old #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #i cannot believe that i wrote this #about THAT pic #ryan we must look inward #this is filth

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pineconepie · 2 days ago

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yandere english prof?

Sorry this took so long, its been sitting in my drafts forever LOL. Here you go! I actually really like this one haha.

TW: Violence, blood (not detailed), injuries, bullying, light forced infantilization, parental yandere, manipulative yandere, implied extortion

Everyone hated your English professor, Ellis, but you never understood the hate he received. Practically day one, everyone was complaining about how mean he could be or how unfair or harsh his grading was.

At first, you believed them, not really knowing the professor well enough to come to his defense. He seemed to have a no-nonsense attitude with you just as much as everyone else.

It wasn't really until one day, when some guys of a nasty fraternity came in and began harassing you.

You had always ignored it, but it became more impossible to ignore when one of them tripped you on your way into the class.

"Jerk," you grumble under your breath, watching him saunter off with a laugh. You feel blood dripping down your nose.

You grab your phone to see if it looks bad, and sure enough, it does. If the pain in your face weren't indicating you landed straight on it, then the blood trailing down your nose and forming bruise on your eye were.

After wiping your face clean as best as you can, you continue your trek back to class.

Sure, it'd probably be a better idea to email your professor and explain to him what happened, but knowing how harshly he can treat students, you'd rather get the attendance than email him about something he might not even believe is true.

And so, you stumble through the halls with blood dried at the corners of your nostrils, one eye looking swollen with the other's vision blurred from crying earlier.

A black eye must already be forming. A few people give you odd looks, but almost everyone else minds their own business. Soon enough, you finally enter your classroom.

"You're three minutes late," Ellis coldly says as soon as you step through the door.

He isn't even looking at you, probably just figures its you, because his eyes are on a few papers.

"I-I'm sorry." Your voice cracks. You wince from the sound of it.

Ellis's gaze immediately shoots up at you. He looks baffled and furious at first. "What on earth happened to you?"

He makes a hand gesture for you not to answer that, and looks back at the several rows of students, some of which are paying attention to the situation, but most are talking to their friends or on their phones. He puts his head down and begins writing something on a small piece of paper, then walks to you and hands it to you.

As you grab the note, his hand squeezes over yours. He lets go after you look at him. "Take it. Go. Come back when you get something for that."

You nod quickly, then glance down at the paper to see that there's a pass.

Medical office, Room 305

He even went as far as to write the room number in case you forgot.

Thankful for that and everything else, you smile a little and make your way out the door, making sure not to get harassed again by some bully on your way.

Now that you really think about it, he's been having more of a soft spot for you recently, though maybe that's all in your head, too.

Like when you offered to help him clean up the room, and once you even stayed after class to ask him for help regarding what he was teaching.

Even though he could be intimidating sometimes, and downright frightening at others, you didn't find yourself scared around him. Only when he raises his voice, which he never does towards you.

Once you make it to the medical office and have the nurse inspect the damage, she determines that nothing is broken, just badly bruised.

You don't want to tell her that this incident was caused by bullies, so you just awkwardly tell her you fell down some stairs. She likely doesn't get paid enough to snuff out your lie.

She hands you an ice pack. "There," she smiles. "Not so bad. Try to watch where you're going next time, okay?"

Her condescending tone makes you feel worse. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

You apply pressure to your black eye as instructed, then head back to your English class.

When you get back inside the room, no one is there except Ellis. You check your phone, to see barely thirty minutes has passed. Maybe he sent them home early.

"Hi. I'm here." Your voice cracks again and you can't help but cringe. It sounds horrible, even to your own ears.

He looks up at you, brows pinching together in concern as soon as his eyes meet yours. He doesn't speak; he only pats the seat nearest to him on the front row of desks, gesturing for you to take a seat beside him.

Once you do, his cold fingers brush under your bruised eye. It should hurt, but they are so gentle against your skin that you barely flinch away from them.

"Who did this?" Ellis's gaze becomes narrow behind his round glasses.

You shake your head, suddenly feeling sick at your stomach. You hate how these kinds of things happen to you, especially since everyone else thinks they're harmless pranks.

They don't feel harmless. Especially when it feels like they leave physical and mental wounds everywhere on you.

"Nobody. I'm sorry."

He tuts in disapproval. "I know someone did this. Either you tell me, or I find out myself."

"Why do you care?" It sounds much more rude than you intended, so you try to soften your tone. "I'm sorry, its just... why would it matter if someone did?"

Ellis pinches the bridge of his nose. "Because you're too sweet. Too kind. It isn't fair that people treat you this way." He gives you another look over. "I dismissed my class today because of you, you know. I wouldn't do that for any of my other students, because they don't like me. And honestly, I don't really like them. But you..." he trails off.

"...but me?" you echo.

He scrubs a hand over his face. "You're like my child, (Y/n). It's my job as a professor to treat my students fairly, equally, but when it comes to you..." he sighs deeply, "...I worry about you every day. I wonder if you ate breakfast. If you've had anything to drink recently. How you slept. If anyone hurts you. None of my other students I let help me after class. Because if you're in front of my own two eyes, it's easier to just stop worrying. And I like being around you."

The information almost overwhelms you. "I had no clue."

"Well, now you do. So could you please tell me who did this? I'll have a heart attack if you worry me any more than I need to," he jokes with a weak smile, a very rare one.

"Just some guy from Delta Psi Lambda," you answer quickly. "I think his name was Brock, or something."

"I'll take care of him. Now, how's your eye?" As soon as you pull away the ice pack, he sucks in a harsh breath. "(Y/n). Oh, honey. It must be painful."

The term of endearment almost goes right past your head.

Almost.

"I mean, yeah. A little," you chuckle, trying to play it off. Really, it feels awful. "It doesn't feel too great, but it looks worse."

"It's bruising. Poor thing," he coos, taking your chin into his long, bony fingers and turning your head left and right, analyzing all of the damage. "This is unacceptable. Does anywhere else hurt?"

"No, this is all." You try to shrug again, but it comes out weird-looking. You can tell he catches it, too. "My nose was bleeding a lot earlier, but it stopped. Other than that, I guess everything else feels okay."

Ellis grabs a tissue and wipes off the leftover drying blood. His movements are careful yet firm, as if you would shatter to pieces if he wasn't gentle enough. "What am I going to do with you?" he sighs. "Can't trust you for even a moment before you're already coming back to me hurt." He presses a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "Do you need me to drive you back home?"

"I live on campus," you murmur. "I can just walk there."

He raises a brow at you. "That means they could just get you again if I let you go alone," he chastises. "Come on, follow me." He stands up, putting the papers into his work bag, then swinging it over his shoulder. He holds his free hand out and waits patiently for you to grab onto it, then he helps hoist you up.

As he does, your backpack slides down one arm. You watch as he puts it over his shoulder with his workbag, too.

...

A week passes, and Ellis is much softer towards you. He isn't as fatherly to you in front of people, but its pretty obvious that you've become the favorite.

He keeps asking if you have any food or drinks, and when you don't, he pulls out his lunchbox and offers whatever you need. You're not complaining. Free lunches are always good to accept.

"I don't need to eat lunch in here all the time now," you mumble, chewing on your favorite fruit that he offered. Weird that he knew that, but surely a coincidence.

Ellis pauses from what he's doing, which is erasing the whiteboard, and peers at you from the corner of his eye. "Why? Do you dislike spending time with me?"

You shake your head. "No, it's not that. I just... I think the bullies will leave me alone now. I haven't even seen any of the fraternity's faces since the incident."

"That doesn't mean I still can't worry about you," Ellis replies coolly. "You even forgot your lunch several times now. It worries me. I need to make sure you eat properly." The marker squeaks against the board as he writes reminders for next class's essay. Once he finishes that task, he sets everything down and heads to sit down at his desk. "I always pack extra for you now, because you're so forgetful. And thank goodness I do."

"Okay, Professor Dad," you sarcastically laugh.

He shakes his head at you while looking amused, making your words die in your throat.

That was clearly meant to be a joke, so why is he smiling like that?

Well, you know the answer, but it's still hard to believe. Even though Ellis seems to really care about you, he hasn't known you for very long at all.

So, why would he start acting so... so dad-like towards you? What exactly happened to turn him from the stern and rigid teacher persona into an almost doting father-figure towards one of his students?

"I-I didn't really mean—"

"I know. I get it," he says softly. "Just humor me. Let me keep fussing over you." After that, he falls quiet, working on grading some papers from earlier classes that day.

...

"You didn't bring a jacket?" Ellis asks exasperatedly. He's walking you to your dorm again after class ended, since it snowed.

Normally, you would've gone yourself, but due to the cold weather and Ellis's demands for you to stay in his classroom until he finished getting ready to walk you himself, you couldn't exactly refuse.

You look over at him, finding that his brows are pinched together in concern. "Oh, uh, no. I guess I forgot."

"For Pete's sake," he mutters, tugging the scarf from his neck and wrapping it snugly around yours instead. "I swear, you'll be the death of me one day, (Y/n). Can't even remember a simple thing like bringing a jacket." Despite sounding mad, there's also a tone of fondness mixed in with it.

You decide not to mention it, feeling embarrassed just thinking about it.

"Thanks," you hum.

"I don't mind doing things for you, you know," he adds after a moment. "I wanted to have kids of my own, but found out romance wasn't really my thing. And adoption costs way more money than what I have." He lets out a huff through his nostrils. "But it seems like you require the same doting as a toddler."

It doesn't even sound like its meant to be a jab at you; if anything, his voice takes on an affectionate edge.

"Is that bad?" you ask sheepishly.

"Not to me." He squeezes your hand, pulling you along beside him to cross the street. As soon as you reach your dorm and go inside, he dusts snowflakes off the top of your head. "That's better." You try to unwrap the scarf, but he stops you. "Keep it. I have several others like it. Besides, I don't want you catching a cold from being under-dressed."

You smile awkwardly. "Oh, okay. Thank you."

...

A month passes, and your friends had begun to avoid you. Even the bullies act scared to show their faces around you.

You wonder if its just Ellis's mere presence, but it's hard to tell. You decide a few days avoiding Ellis and trying to spend time with your friends again wouldn't hurt. You figure Ellis won't even notice too much, busy with papers and classes.

You notice Ellis giving you strange looks during class, but other than that, he acts normal. It's nice to feel like things are going back to the way they used to be again.

Barely a week after avoiding him, you hear someone yell your name.

But it isn't Ellis. It's Brock, and three of his other friends.

"Haven't forgotten what you did to me yet, did you? Because of you, I was nearly expelled!" he screams. Then, Brock runs towards you, fist flying directly towards your stomach and hitting you hard. You groan, then fall forward when one of his friends pushes you. "Hope you had fun trying to get rid of me, because you're gonna regret it!"

They get a few more punches in, and you can't even do anything about it because there's so many of them. You desperately look for anyone to be around, but there's no one.

"Stop!" someone yells.

You open your eyes from their previous screwed shut state, peering over at the man in glasses running towards you. Its Ellis.

He helps pull you away from all the frat guys, glaring down at each of them.

They must have some common sense, because they all freeze at the sight of Ellis. He barks something at them, but you can't pay attention over the ringing in your ears.

As soon as they begin sprinting off in the other direction, Ellis scoops you up bridal style and carries you somewhere.

You try opening your eyes to see where, but as soon as you manage to pry one open, he brushes his fingertips over your forehead.

"Don't stress yourself, love. Just rest." You close your eyes, and fade out from exhaustion.

...

You wake up in Ellis's apartment. It smells so clean, like it's never been lived in. Everything is so neatly organized, and nothing is out of place.

Not even a speck of dust lays on the windowsills or countertops. It seems like something straight out of a catalog.

You push yourself up into a sitting position, wincing from the pain in your arms and abdomen. Your lower back aches and twinges, too.

"Oh! Kiddo, please be careful!" You turn your head slowly towards Ellis's voice. He's holding some ice packs, water bottles, and bandages. His sweater vest has been changed for a plain gray shirt. "I'm glad you're finally awake. Let me take a look at you."

"What happened? Why am I here?"

He gives you a strange look. "You got beat up. Again," he emphasizes, clearly frustrated. "And you were so banged up that I brought you back to my place. I thought maybe I shouldn't take you back to your dorm, because you have no one who could take care of you." He clicks his tongue. "And besides that, you haven't come to me lately, and you're avoiding me. Now, you just got attacked again because I wasn't around to protect you."

You sniffle and in a sudden motion, wrap your arms around his neck. It surprises both you and him, but he's quick to embrace you twice as tightly.

His fingers curl into your hair, his other hand rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Hey, hey, shh..." He squeezes you. "Sweetie, calm down for me. You're going to hyperventilate if you breathe any quicker."

"I-I'm sorry... I d-didn't think th-they'd ever b-bother me again...!"

"Shh, breathe for me. Follow my rhythm." He takes deep breaths, waiting each time for you to follow. "That's right. You're such a good listener." Ellis cups your cheek and rubs away a few stray tears from it. He notices your breathing returned back to normal, so he smiles, placing a tender kiss to the crown of your head. "I've missed having you around."

"I'm sorry."

"That's alright. Now that I have you again, you're safe." He gets up, then walks to the kitchen. "Let me fix you something warm. You need it after today, poor baby."

As he cooks, you drift in and out of consciousness yet again. He chuckles when he notices you're basically passed out once again.

His phone rings. He scoffs, but answers it.

"What do you want? Yes, yes... you'll no longer need to worry about getting expelled for what you did... no, I'm not thanking you. Now please delete this number and never talk to them again. If I catch you even looking at them, I really will make sure you're suspended."

#answered ask #parental yandere #platonic yandere #familial yandere #forced infantilization #yandere #forced age regression #ellis oc

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rafesbuzzcutseason · 2 days ago

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wicked game

chapter 1 - welcome to kildare college

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

here it was. the day you had been counting down too for the last 6 months.

you took a deep breath, and entered the room the resident assistant had told you was yours.

the room was already half-decorated. fairy lights strung along one side, polaroids pinned to a cork board, and an expensive looking tote bag tossed on the bed.

before you could even process it all, a blonde girl spun around from where she was unpacking, eyes lighting up. “oh my god! you must be y/n!”

before you could do more than nod, the girl was pulling you into a tight hug.

“i’m sarah cameron, your official roommate and new best friend” she said, grinning.

you laughed, already liking her energy. “nice to meet you sarah. i'm y/n."

“so, tell me everything. where are you from? do you have a boyfriend? what are you studying?" she asked.

you shook your head but smiled. “well, i'm from south carolina, i do have a boyfriend, and i'm studying education as i want to work with kids!"

sarah gasped dramatically. “a boyfriend? oooh, tell me everything. long distance? is he at KC? is he hot?”

you laughed, shaking your head. “yes, no, and… yes."

sarah smiled. “that's cute. and studying to be a teacher? even cuter. you're a little ray of sunshine."

"i get told that a lot." you smiled back.

she leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “okay, real talk. how do you feel about frat parties?”

you hesitated, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “uh, i mean… i’ve never really been to one.”

sarah’s jaw dropped. “never?”

you shrugged. “not really my scene, i guess.”

sarah gasped like you had just confessed to a crime. “okay, nope, we have to fix that. there’s a huge party at kappa tau tonight. it’s basically a ‘welcome back to chaos’ event. you have to come with me.”

you hesitated, nerves starting. “i don’t know-”

sarah gave you a squeeze. “come on, y/n. you don’t have to love it, but you can’t start the semester without at least going to one.” she nudged you playfully. “i promise i’ll be your personal bodyguard if the frat guys get annoying. plus i have a few friends who came here as well who you'll love.”

you sighed, already knowing you were probably going to cave. “fine. but if it’s terrible, you owe me coffee in the morning.”

sarah grinned. “deal.”

before you could respond, a loud ding! came from her phone. she glanced at the screen and groaned.

“what?” you asked.

“ugh. my brother,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “he’s already texting me about the party.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you have a brother here?”

sarah sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed. “unfortunately.”she continued. “year above. he’s a frat guy, the frat guy. throws wild parties, and thinks he’s god’s gift to campus.” she shot you a look. “so, if he or any of his little minions try to charm you tonight, run.”

you laughed. “duly noted.”

"good. he's a pain in the ass."

a/n: first and foremost, my baby @darlingstarkey deserves every ounce of credit here possible. she is my own ray of sunshine and i can't thank her enough for how much she helps me and lets me throw all my ideas at her. i love you my cherub

secondly, first chapter AHHH scary. hope u guys are ready for this one <3

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#smau #rafe cameron #obx #obxsmau #boyfriend rafe #outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #wicked game #frat boy!rafe

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hereforuconnwbb · 2 days ago

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Unexpected Halt - CHAPTER NINE

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

~paige plays for uconn and azzi plays for stanford~

word count: 11.2k

warning: mentions of drugging and sa

heres chapter 9 for u guys !!! 🫶🏽 i wasnt too sure on how to continue at first, but i think ive finally got it. im hoping this chapter makes sense and ties everything together well 😭 im coming towards the end of this series—maybe just one or two more chapters left ?? im not entirely sure yet, it really depends on how i can wrap up the story and get it to flow. but um anywayssss i hope yall enjoy it !!

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Days had passed since Azzi unblocked Paige, but no messages had been sent. The silence lingered between them, heavy and unspoken. Paige had no way of knowing she was unblocked, and Azzi wasn’t sure if she wanted to be the one to break the silence first.

Paige, on the other hand, was still trying to process everything. She had spent the last few days running on autopilot—going to practice, going to class, pretending everything was fine when, in reality, she was anything but. The weight of everything with Lexi, the betrayal, the misunderstanding with Azzi—it all sat on her chest like a crushing force.

And now, Paige was faced with a decision.

Would she take the risk of reaching out, knowing she could be ignored? Or would she let Azzi come to her when she was ready?

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Paige was sitting in her dorm, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, when it rang. She didn’t recognize the number at first, but as soon as she picked up and heard the voice on the other end, her heart started racing.

“Paige Bueckers? This is Officer Reynolds from the Storrs Police Department. We’re calling to follow up on the investigation regarding Alexis Carter.”

Hearing Lexi’s full name sent a chill down Paige’s spine. She sat up straighter, gripping her phone tighter. “Yeah, I—um—yeah. What’s going on?”

“We wanted to inform you that we’ve taken Alexis Carter into custody.”

Paige’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected them to move this fast.

“We gathered enough evidence based on the videos you and Serena provided, along with the footage we obtained from Ted’s and testimonies from other witnesses. She was located earlier today, and after questioning, we proceeded with the arrest. She’s facing multiple charges, including administering a substance with intent, identity fraud for the messages she sent from your phone, and harassment.”

Paige exhaled, but the relief she thought she would feel wasn’t there. She still felt suffocated, still felt the weight of what had happened pressing down on her.

“So…what happens now?” she asked quietly.

“She’s being held in custody, and the case is moving forward. We’ll be in touch if we need you to provide further statements, but we have substantial evidence. We also wanted to check in with you—make sure you’re alright and see if you need any additional support.”

Paige wanted to say she was fine. That now that Lexi was out of the picture, everything would just go back to normal. But it wouldn’t. It couldn’t.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The officer was silent for a moment before speaking again, their tone softer. “That’s understandable. This was a traumatic event, and it’s going to take time to process. If you need resources or someone to talk to, we can arrange that for you. You’re not alone in this, Paige.”

She swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure what she needed. Right now, all she could think about was Azzi.

“Thank you,” she said after a pause.

“Of course. We’ll keep you updated as things progress. If you remember anything else or need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

With that, the call ended. Paige let her phone drop onto her bed as she stared at the wall, mind racing.

Lexi was finally gone. But the damage had already been done.

And now, she had to figure out how to pick up the pieces.

Her mind swirling with emotions after the call with the police. She didn’t know what she was expecting by sending the message, but something in her made her grab her phone and type it out anyway. She stared at the screen for a moment before hitting send, her finger hovering over the send button for a moment longer than necessary.

It was a long shot, a desperate move, but at this point, she had nothing left to lose.

“Azzi, I don’t know if this will even go through, but I just need you to know… I was the victim in all of this. I would never want to hurt you. Whatever happened wasn’t me. Lexi is the one who did this. There’s proof now, and the police are involved. I thought you’d never want to talk to me again, but I’m not giving up on us. I just want you to know the truth. I can’t keep living with this silence between us. Please, when you’re ready, I’ll be here. I just had to say this. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

She reread the message a few times, wondering if it would even reach Azzi. Maybe the damage was too deep. Maybe she didn’t want to hear from her anymore. But then again, Paige hadn’t known what Azzi had been thinking. She didn’t know if Azzi had even been given a chance to see the full picture.

Before she could second guess herself, she tapped the “send” button.

The seconds stretched, each one feeling like an eternity as Paige watched the little spinning icon. She held her breath, waiting. And then, the message went through.

It wasn’t a huge sign, not by any means, but it was a glimmer. She blinked, staring at her screen. Her heart skipped a beat. The message was sent.

She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t thought for a second that Azzi would unblock her. But the fact that the message had gone through meant something. Azzi had at least read it—or would, eventually.

But that was all she could do for now. There was nothing more she could say. She had apologized. She had explained. The rest was up to Azzi.

Paige set her phone down beside her, a weight still heavy on her chest. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but a small part of her felt a glimmer of hope. Even if it was just a sliver, it was something.

She wiped away the tear that had escaped her eye and curled into herself, hoping for a message that might never come.

—------------

Azzi sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup, her mind racing with thoughts of everything that had happened. She hadn’t thought much about Paige in the past few days—not really. It was hard not to, of course, but Azzi had done her best to keep herself distracted. Her heart ached every time she thought of Paige, but she knew she needed time. Time to process everything, to let the anger fade, and to try to heal.

And then, her phone buzzed.

Azzi glanced down, seeing Paige’s name pop up on the screen. She hadn’t expected it. She hadn’t even thought about whether or not Paige would reach out again.

Her thumb hovered over the message. She hadn’t blocked Paige’s number, not completely, but she’d kept herself away for a reason. But now, as she stared at the message, something in her shifted. Her thumb tapped the notification, and the message opened.

Paige: Azzi, I don’t know if this will even go through, but I just need you to know… I was the victim in all of this. I would never want to hurt you. Whatever happened wasn’t me. Lexi is the one who did this. There’s proof now, and the police are involved. I thought you’d never want to talk to me again, but I’m not giving up on us. I just want you to know the truth. I can’t keep living with this silence between us. Please, when you’re ready, I’ll be here. I just had to say this. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.

Azzi closed her eyes, the weight of Paige’s words sinking into her chest. She exhaled a shaky breath, trying to process what she had just read. For the longest time, Azzi had been convinced that Paige had hurt her. She hadn’t understood the truth, and the anger and pain she’d carried had clouded her.

But now it made sense.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Caroline’s voice from a few days ago. She had shown Azzi the videos, the evidence Paige had sent. Azzi hadn’t wanted to look at it, hadn’t wanted to know, but Caroline had insisted. The proof had been undeniable. Lexi was the one who had drugged Paige, and she had kissed her while Paige had been unconscious, taking a picture to frame her. Azzi had watched the videos, and each one had broken her heart even more.

Azzi had been so angry with Paige, but Caroline had shown her the truth and it was a lot for her to take in. And now, reading Paige’s message, everything was clearer.

Azzi: Paige… I didn’t know. I should have listened to you from the start, and I’m so sorry for blocking you. Caroline showed me the videos, and I see what happened. I can’t imagine how you must have felt. I’m sorry for everything… for not giving you the chance to explain. I was hurt, but I know now you didn’t deserve that. I understand now, and I’m so sorry.

Azzi sat back, her chest tight. She had no idea how Paige would respond, but she knew this was a step toward healing. Toward understanding. She wasn’t sure what would happen next, but for the first time in days, Azzi felt like she could breathe again.

She had forgiven Paige, but now, they had a lot to work through.

Her heart still ached, but there was hope now. Hope for something they could rebuild, piece by piece.

—------------

Paige’s heart hammered in her chest as she stared at her phone, waiting for Azzi’s reply. Her fingers felt cold, and she was almost afraid to open the message. What if Azzi didn’t respond? What if this was it?

When her phone buzzed, Paige quickly unlocked it, holding her breath as she saw the message from Azzi.

Paige let out a shaky breath, the weight on her chest lifting just a little. Her thumb hovered over the screen, unsure of what to say next.

Paige: “Thank you for saying that. I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but I didn’t know if you’d ever want to hear from me again. But I’m glad we’re talking now.”

She paused, thinking about everything that had happened. It was still a mess, but at least they were starting to clear the air.

Azzi: “I was really mad at you, Paige. But I see now that it wasn’t you. I should’ve trusted you more. I just couldn’t understand.”

Paige: “I get it. I messed up too, but I promise, I never wanted to hurt you.”

Azzi: “I know. It’s just going to take me some time to process everything. I don’t know what happens next, but I think I’m ready to start figuring it out.”

Paige smiled at the message, her heart a little lighter now.

Paige: “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Paige sat on her bed, staring at her phone, rereading her conversation with Azzi. She didn’t know what this meant for them, but at least they were talking again. That was something.

Before she could get lost in her thoughts, her dorm door swung open.

“Knew it!” KK’s voice rang out as she and Ice stepped inside, grinning.

Paige blinked up at them, confused. “Knew what?”

Ice smirked. “That you and Azzi would talk again. You were looking miserable as hell the past few days, but something about you feels different now.”

KK nudged Ice. “Look at her, man. She’s literally glowing.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto her lips.

Ice crossed her arms. “So? What happened?”

Paige exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “She unblocked me.”

KK let out a dramatic gasp. “Oh shit, for real?”

Paige nodded. “Yeah… we talked. She saw the videos, and she gets it now. She apologized for not listening to me.”

Ice grinned. “That’s big, P. She still cares.”

Paige shrugged, but she felt lighter than she had in days. “She needs time, which I get. I just—” She sighed, shaking her head. “I just hope we can move forward.”

KK flopped onto Paige’s bed. “You will. She knows the truth now. Just give it time.”

Ice sat beside her, nodding. “And we’ll be here making sure you don’t spiral while you wait.”

Paige huffed out a laugh, appreciating them more than she could put into words. For the first time in a while, things didn’t feel so hopeless.

The conversation shifted to the next game, and KK leaned forward, her tone teasing. “So, speaking of moving forward, there’s a little matter of that upcoming game against UCLA. It’s at their arena, in California. You should totally catch a flight to Azzi after our game. You’re technically already there, right? Just fly to see Azzi. Take a break before the next game. We’re all thinking it.”

Paige blinked, caught off guard. “You really think I should?”

Ice nodded seriously. “Yeah, why not? It’s the perfect time. Geno and CD probably won’t have a problem with it.”

Paige hesitated for a moment. “I mean, it would make sense… we’re already in California. I just need to get their approval.”

KK shot her a wink. “Exactly. And come on, you’ve guys got to fix things. Take this chance.”

—------------

Later that day, Paige walked into Geno’s office, where both he and CD were reviewing some game footage. They looked up when she entered.

“Paige, what’s up?” Geno asked, his expression neutral but welcoming.

Paige took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “Hey, so, I was thinking… after our game against UCLA in California, I could catch a flight to Stanford instead of coming back with the team. There’s a bit of a break before our next game, so I thought I could use the time to sort out some stuff. Relationship stuff”

CD raised an eyebrow. “Relationship stuff, huh? Sounds serious.”

Paige nodded. “Yeah, it’s… with Azzi.”

The room went silent for a moment. Geno and CD exchanged a look, both clearly surprised. Geno leaned back in his chair. “Azzi? The Azzi Fudd? I didn’t realize that was happening.”

Paige bit her lip, feeling slightly awkward now. “Yeah, it’s been complicated. But we’re trying to work things out, and I think this is a good time to talk.”

CD gave her a thoughtful nod. “Well, if it’s important, we’re not going to stop you. But we do need to make sure the team stays focused. I trust you can handle it. Just don’t forget the bigger picture.”

Paige nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

Then Geno added, “Oh and just so you know, we’ve been hearing some things about Azzi and Caroline. Apparently, they’re both entering the transfer portal.”

Paige froze, eyes widening in shock. “What? They’re… what? They didn’t tell me.”

CD sighed. “It’s a bit of a mess. Apparently, there’s some internal conflict at Stanford, and both of them are looking at other options.”

Paige felt a wave of disbelief hit her. “But… they didn’t even mention it to me.”

Geno looked at her, his expression thoughtful. “You might want to talk to them about it. It’s something a lot of teams are looking into, including us. If you’re going out there, maybe you can try to convince them to come to UConn. I’m sure they’d fit in well here. And, we would really love to have them here.”

Paige’s mind was racing. Azzi and Caroline leaving Stanford was something she hadn’t expected at all. She hadn’t known the extent of the situation between them, and now it seemed like everything was about to change.

“Thanks for the heads up,” she muttered, still processing. “I’ll see what I can do.”

With that, Paige left the office, her thoughts swirling. She had a lot more to think about than just her relationship with Azzi. Now, the future of her team—and possibly Azzi and Caroline’s futures—were hanging in the balance. She knew she needed to handle this carefully.

—------------

Later that night, Paige sat on her bed, staring at her phone for a while before typing out the message to Azzi. She wasn’t sure how Azzi would react to the news about the transfer portal, but she had to tell her. She took a deep breath and began typing:

Paige: Hey, I just found out about the transfer portal with you and Caroline… You didn’t mention it to me. What’s going on?

She hit send, her heart beating a little faster as she waited for Azzi’s response. Paige wasn’t sure what to expect. She was already dealing with a lot of uncertainty with their relationship, and now there was this unexpected development with the portal. The last thing she wanted was to make things more complicated.

After a few moments, Azzi’s reply came through.

Azzi: Yeah, I didn’t want to tell you yet… We’ve been trying to figure everything out. It’s not easy, but I guess it’s time to move on. The situation here just… isn’t working anymore.

Paige’s chest tightened as she read the message. She understood the decision, even if it hurt to see Azzi’s words so final. She thought about the implications—Azzi leaving Stanford, everything changing. But she wasn’t about to give up on them just yet.

Paige: Hey, I get it. I really do. Look, after the UCLA game, I’m gonna head over to Stanford to see you. I need to talk to you in person. I know it’s been rough, but I want to make things right.

Azzi’s reply came quickly, and Paige felt a bit of relief when she read it.

Azzi: Sounds good. I’ll be here. I’m glad you’re coming.

Paige smiled to herself as she read the message. She knew there was a long road ahead, but this was a step in the right direction. She had to fix things with Azzi, no matter what it took.

She put her phone down for a moment, taking a deep breath. She still had the game against UCLA to focus on, but for the first time in a while, things felt like they were moving forward.

—------------

A few days later, the UConn team touched down in LA, the warm California sun blindingly bright against the backdrop of the towering skyscrapers. The city was alive with energy, a stark contrast to the chilly weather they had left behind. The team moved through the airport, their chatter filling the air, but Paige’s mind was elsewhere. She followed the others, but her focus was on one thing: the game tomorrow. She had one more challenge to face before she could finally board a flight to Stanford.

Ice and KK walked alongside her as they made their way to the team buses, the three of them talking casually, but there was an underlying tension in the air. Ice, ever the curious one, raised an eyebrow as Paige remained quieter than usual.

“So, we know you’re heading to Stanford after the game, huh?” Ice asked, her voice teasing but with a knowing look in her eyes. “You sure about this?”

Paige’s lips pressed together into a thin line. She had told them her plan earlier, but there was a difference between talking about it and actually going through with it. She nodded, pushing aside the anxious feeling in her chest. “Yeah, I need to figure things out with Azzi.”

KK chimed in with a smirk. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re more excited to get there than play tomorrow.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but the flicker of nerves in her gaze betrayed her. “I’m focused on the game,” she said, but even she could hear the uncertainty in her voice. “We’ll see how things go.”

They reached the hotel, and the team began filing inside, luggage in tow. Paige’s teammates found their rooms, and she followed the group, but her mind kept wandering back to Stanford. She didn’t know exactly how Azzi would react when they see each other at the airport, or what their conversation would be like, but she knew it had to happen. No more running.

“Don’t worry, P,” Ice said softly, falling in step beside her as they walked down the hallway. “Whatever happens, we’re all here for you. Just remember to focus tomorrow. Then you can do whatever you want after.”

Paige gave a small smile, grateful for the support. Her friends had been there for her through everything, especially the mess with Lexi and all the emotional turmoil that had come with it. Ice always had a way of making her feel like everything would be okay, even when it didn’t feel that way.

“I know,” Paige replied quietly. “But tomorrow’s game… it’s important. I just want to get through it.”

KK nudged her. “You’ll do fine, P. You always do. But then, you have to come back and deal with whatever happens next.” She gave Paige a knowing look. “Don’t leave us hanging.”

Paige let out a small laugh. “You’re gonna be the first to know.”

They arrived at the room, and Ice and KK dropped their bags, taking their usual spots on the beds. Paige’s mind, though, was already a million miles away, picturing the flight she’d be catching after the game tomorrow—her chance to set things right with Azzi.

—------------

The next day, the game against UCLA was nothing short of intense. The atmosphere in the arena was electric, with fans packed into the stands, the tension palpable in the air. UConn and UCLA were evenly matched, trading points in a high-paced battle that seemed to keep everyone on the edge of their seats. Every possession felt crucial, and both teams played with relentless energy, their defenses pushing back against any attempt at a clean shot.

Paige moved quickly on the court, the familiar rhythm of the game grounding her, even though her mind kept straying. She felt the pressure of the upcoming trip—Stanford was calling, and there was no turning back now. But despite the whirlwind of thoughts, the game was all she knew in that moment. When the ball was in her hands, everything else faded away.

She sank shot after shot, her focus sharp despite the chaos surrounding her. Her teammates relied on her, and she didn’t let them down. Every assist was well-timed, and every play was made with precision. When the game reached its final moments, with the score neck-and-neck, Paige found herself leading a fast break, pushing the ball down the court with urgency. The defense closed in, but Paige faked left and made a slick pass to her teammate, who finished with a quick layup.

The buzzer sounded seconds later, signaling UConn’s hard-fought victory. The crowd erupted, and the team erupted with them. Paige, though, was already thinking ahead. The relief of winning the game was temporary, fleeting, like a breath she could finally release. But her mind quickly shifted back to the flight waiting for her after the final whistle. The night was still young, and she had one more step to take, one more conversation to have.

As the team celebrated their victory in the locker room, Paige kept her composure, letting the excitement of the win wash over her but not getting swept away. She exchanged high-fives with her teammates and smiled at their praise, but her eyes kept darting toward the door. The countdown was on, and soon, she would be on her way. She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. The next chapter was about to unfold, and she didn’t know how it would go, but one thing was clear: she was ready.

—------------

After the game, the team gathered their things and headed back to the hotel. The atmosphere was a mix of excitement and relief. Paige, however, had her focus on the next chapter—getting to Stanford and facing whatever awaited her with Azzi.

At the hotel, Paige took her time packing. She didn’t want to rush the moment. Once she was done, she left the room and met up with Ice and KK in the lobby.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” Paige said, hugging both of them. “Thanks for everything, seriously.”

“You got this, P,” Ice said with a smile. “We’re proud of you.”

“Take care of yourself, alright?” KK added, giving Paige a tight squeeze. “Let us know how everything goes with Azzi.”

Paige nodded, grateful for their support. She didn’t know what the next few days would hold, but she knew that having her friends backing her up was all she needed.

She made her way over to Geno and CD, who were talking with a couple of the other coaches near the entrance. As she approached, Geno turned to her, giving her a quick nod.

“Headed to the airport now, huh?” he asked, his expression a little serious but supportive.

Paige smiled nervously. “Yeah.”

CD raised an eyebrow. “Let us know if you need anything. And… if you convince her and Caroline to come to UConn, we’ll be waiting.”

Paige chuckled, but the thought lingered in the back of her mind. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen with Azzi, but she knew that was something they’d have to work through together.

“Thanks, guys,” Paige said, giving them both a hug. “I’ll keep you posted.”

As she walked out of the hotel, the cool evening air hit her face, a welcome contrast to the warmth of the building she was leaving behind. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. She was about to head to the airport—about to catch her flight to Stanford to see Azzi. The weight of what was ahead settled on her chest, but she pushed it down. She had to stay focused.

She grabbed her bag, dialing for an Uber as she stepped onto the sidewalk. The car arrived quickly, and she slid into the backseat, trying to keep her thoughts in check as the city of LA passed by outside the window.

—------------

Paige sat back in her seat, buckling her seatbelt as the plane began to taxi down the runway. She pulled out her phone, fingers hesitating for a moment before she sent a quick message to Azzi.

Paige: “Just boarded my flight. Should be there in 2 hours.”

She stared at the screen, her heart thudding a little faster than usual. She hadn’t been this nervous in a while, but this was different. This was about fixing something she had broken, something she wasn’t sure could be fixed.

It didn’t take long for Azzi’s reply to come through.

Azzi: “I’ll be waiting at the airport for you. See you soon 💗”

Paige smiled softly at the message, feeling a sense of calm settle over her. She was actually going to see Azzi. It felt surreal, knowing how much had happened between them. There was a lot to say, but right now, just knowing that Azzi would be there, waiting for her, gave Paige a little hope.

As the plane lifted into the sky, Paige leaned her head back, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt a mix of emotions—nervousness, relief, anticipation. She didn’t know what the next few hours would bring, but she was going to take it one step at a time. The first step was seeing Azzi. And that was all that mattered right now.

—------------

The flight was short, barely an hour and a half, but it felt longer to Paige. Her mind raced as she watched the passing clouds outside the window, thinking about everything that had led her here. The thought of Azzi waiting at the airport kept bringing a small smile to her face. She felt a sense of warmth and nervousness mix in her chest, like she was preparing for something significant, even though she wasn’t sure exactly what that would be.

When the plane finally began its descent, Paige’s heart quickened. She wasn’t sure what she expected when she landed—whether Azzi would be waiting with open arms, or if the tension between them would be too much to overcome—but she was about to find out.

The plane touched down with a soft jolt, and Paige quickly grabbed her things, eager to get off. She checked her phone one more time, seeing Azzi’s message again. Paige’s hands were shaking just slightly, the reality of the situation settling in. She was finally here, finally going to see Azzi.

As soon as she stepped off the plane, Paige scanned the crowded terminal, her eyes searching for the one person she knew would be waiting for her. It didn’t take long. Through the crowd, she saw Azzi standing by the baggage claim, looking around. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she had a small, hesitant smile on her face.

Paige’s heart skipped a beat. She walked toward Azzi, their eyes meeting in a quiet, unspoken understanding.

When they were close enough, Paige didn’t hesitate. She opened her arms, a simple gesture, but one that felt huge in the moment. Azzi’s face softened, and without a second thought, she stepped into Paige’s embrace. The moment their bodies met, a wave of relief seemed to wash over both of them.

Azzi’s arms wrapped around Paige tightly, and she pressed her face into the crook of Paige’s neck, inhaling deeply. All the anger, confusion, and hurt of the past few days seemed to fade away in that moment. There was nothing but the warmth of Paige’s arms and the quiet comfort of knowing that she wasn’t alone in this anymore.

Azzi closed her eyes, feeling her heart settle for the first time in what felt like forever. All she had needed was this—the simple reassurance that Paige still cared. That maybe they could still figure things out, even after everything that had happened.

For Paige, it felt like the world had paused, the noise of the airport fading into the background. Holding Azzi like this, feeling her warmth, it was everything she’d wanted but never knew how to ask for. She wanted to say so much, but for now, just this felt like enough.

They stood there for a moment, the embrace lingering longer than either of them expected. Azzi finally pulled back slightly, her hands resting on Paige’s shoulders as she looked up at her, her face soft but guarded.

“I’m sorry,” Paige whispered, her voice barely above a breath, though she hadn’t meant to say it aloud.

Azzi simply nodded, not saying a word, but Paige could see the quiet understanding in her eyes.

After a few moments, Azzi cracked a small smile. “Let’s just… take it one step at a time, okay?”

Paige nodded, her chest tight but hopeful. “Yeah. One step at a time.”

And that was all either of them needed right now.

—------------

The car ride back to Azzi’s dorm was filled with a strange tension that neither of them knew how to break. Paige sat in the passenger seat, nervously picking at her fingers, stealing occasional glances at Azzi, who kept her eyes focused on the road ahead. The weight of everything that had happened was still hanging in the air, making it hard for either of them to find a natural way to ease into conversation.

As they passed through the busy streets, Paige decided to push through the awkward silence. “So… the transfer portal situation,” she started, her voice slightly hesitating. She was nervous, but she knew they needed to address it. She’d been holding onto the question ever since hearing about it, unsure of how to bring it up without making things feel too heavy.

Azzi glanced at her quickly, her face unreadable, before focusing back on the road. She didn’t say anything, but Paige could feel the unspoken weight of it.

Paige swallowed, gathering her courage. “I know… I know it’s been tough. But, uh, which schools have been reaching out to you guys? I know UConn’s one of them.”

Azzi was quiet for a moment, then gave a small, almost resigned sigh. “Yeah, UConn’s reached out. A lot of schools have. Tennessee, UCLA, ND… and some other big ones, too. But, honestly, we’re still exploring all the options. Caroline and I, we have an idea of where we might want to go, but… it’s still up in the air.”

Paige nodded, trying to hide the rush of emotions that came over her. She wasn’t surprised that UConn was one of the schools reaching out—Geno had always made it clear he wanted the best players, and Azzi and Caroline were among the best.

A part of her couldn’t help but feel hopeful, though she pushed that feeling down, not wanting to get her hopes up too much.

“I talked to Geno about it,” Paige said, her voice a little softer. “He really wants you and Caroline there. He believes you two could make UConn unstoppable.”

Azzi didn’t say anything at first, but Paige could see the slight tension in her shoulders as she kept her eyes on the road. She didn’t know what Azzi was thinking, but it was clear that the transfer portal situation was just as complicated for her as it was for Paige.

“We’ve talked about it,” Azzi finally said, her voice quiet. “Caroline and I… we’ve got some ideas. But, yeah, we’re still figuring things out.”

The silence settled between them again, though it felt less heavy now. Paige’s mind was racing with thoughts of what this all meant. She wasn’t sure if they’d be able to work things out between them, but she was starting to think that maybe… just maybe, they could both find a way to make it work—both with their teams and with each other.

Azzi took a sharp turn, heading into the parking lot near her dorm. Paige shifted in her seat, the nerves creeping back up again. The anticipation of what was to come next—the conversation, the possible change in direction for their futures—was almost too much to bear.

Azzi parked the car and turned off the engine. She looked over at Paige, her expression soft, yet thoughtful. “We’ll figure it out.I just need some time.”

Paige nodded, her heart heavy but hopeful. “Yeah… I know.”

They sat there for a moment, neither of them speaking, just letting the quiet settle between them as the night deepened around them.

—------------

As Paige and Azzi walked through the parking lot, the cool night air brushed against them, and Paige carried her own bag despite Azzi’s insistence that she help. Azzi had offered multiple times to take the bag for her, but Paige had declined each time with a small smile, not wanting to seem like a burden. There was something comforting about the familiar weight of her own belongings in her hand, and it felt right for her to carry it herself.

They reached the dorm building, and the familiar hum of campus life surrounded them as they entered the building and made their way up to Azzi’s floor. The soft sound of their footsteps echoed through the hallway, and as they reached Azzi’s door, Paige was already mentally preparing for whatever the next few days would bring. She was hoping they could talk, finally process everything that had happened, and see where things stood between them.

Azzi opened the door to reveal Caroline lounging on the couch, her attention on her phone. She looked up when the door clicked open and, for a moment, froze. When her eyes landed on Paige, she blinked in surprise, her brow furrowing.

“Paige?” Caroline’s voice was laced with a hint of confusion, but there was something more there—a mix of curiosity and cautious hope. She quickly pushed herself up from the couch, standing to face them both.

Paige gave her a tight-lipped smile, nodding. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Azzi shot Caroline a knowing look as she stepped inside. “We’re working things out,” Azzi said, and even though her voice was calm, there was an undeniable weight to it, a promise of something better to come.

Caroline nodded, relief washing over her face, though she didn’t say anything right away. She just gave Paige a small, tentative smile before sitting back down on the couch, her phone forgotten in her lap. “I’m glad you two are figuring things out,” she said with a sincerity that softened the tension in the room.

Paige nodded, not sure what else to say, her own nerves still raw from the past few weeks. She followed Azzi to her room, feeling the slight unease in her stomach. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be here, in Azzi’s space, but everything still felt so new and fragile. She wasn’t sure if they were fully back to where they used to be, or if they were even capable of getting there.

Azzi’s room was cozy and familiar, just like Paige remembered. The bed was slightly unmade, clothes scattered on the floor in the usual places, and the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the room with a warm, intimate light. Azzi sat down on her bed, laying back and propping herself up with a pillow, her eyes following Paige as she started to sort through her things.

Paige set her bag down beside the dresser and began putting Azzi’s clothes away in the drawers, the mundane task helping her focus and calm her nerves. She had missed this—this small part of her life, the simple act of being in Azzi’s space and settling in like everything was normal. But it wasn’t normal, not yet, and the tension between them remained, though neither of them was sure how to break it.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Azzi said softly from her spot on the bed, her voice gentle but with an underlying tone of concern. “I could’ve helped you. You don’t need to do everything on your own.”

Paige paused for a moment, looking over her shoulder at Azzi, her expression softening. “It’s fine,” she said quietly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I need to do something. Keeps my mind busy.”

Azzi nodded, watching her for a moment before sinking back into the pillows. She hadn’t fully processed everything either, but for now, this—just having Paige there—felt like the right step. They didn’t have all the answers yet, but for the first time in what felt like forever, there was no immediate urgency to fix everything. It could wait.

As Paige finished settling in, she turned to see Azzi looking at her with a mixture of exhaustion and something softer, like she was grateful for Paige’s presence, but also unsure of where they stood.

Paige sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her hands before turning to face Azzi. She took a deep breath, the silence lingering between them.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you, Azzi. Not again.”

Azzi’s gaze softened, and she reached out, brushing her hand lightly against Paige’s. “You won’t. We’re figuring this out. Together.”

—------------

Paige took her time tidying up Azzi’s room, folding the scattered clothes and stacking them neatly in a pile by the dresser. It was a simple task, but it grounded her, kept her hands busy while her mind raced. Azzi stayed on the bed, watching in silence, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her hoodie. The air between them was heavy—not tense, exactly, but weighted with everything they hadn’t said yet.

When Paige finally finished, she turned back toward the bed, wiping her hands on her sweatpants. Azzi was still looking at her, eyes flickering with hesitation and something else—regret. Paige could see it before she even spoke.

Azzi sat up, crossing her legs beneath her. “Paige,” she started, voice quiet, unsure. She glanced down, like she was trying to piece her words together before finally meeting Paige’s gaze again. “I need to say this. I—I was wrong.”

Paige’s brows furrowed slightly, but she didn’t say anything, letting Azzi continue.

“When I first saw the picture… when I got those messages,” Azzi swallowed hard, shaking her head as if frustrated with herself. “I didn’t even stop to think. I should have. I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve trusted you instead of letting my emotions get the best of me.” Her voice grew softer, guilt weighing down her words. “And when I saw the proof—the video of how she kissed you while you were unconscious, how she drugged you—I felt… sick. Sick that I ever doubted you.”

Paige exhaled, her expression unreadable.

Azzi clenched her hands together. “I’m so sorry. I was so caught up in how it looked, how it felt, that I didn’t even give you the chance to explain. I just—” She hesitated, eyes dropping again. “I just reacted. And that wasn’t fair to you.”

Paige stayed silent for a moment, processing Azzi’s words. She could see the sincerity in her eyes, the way her voice wavered just enough to reveal the emotions she was holding back. Azzi wasn’t just apologizing—she was hurting over how she had handled it.

Paige finally sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Azzi… it’s okay.”

Azzi’s head snapped up, her brows drawing together. “No, it’s not.”

Paige shook her head. “None of this should’ve happened in the first place. Lexi… she’s messed up. And yeah, it hurt when you didn’t believe me, but I get why it was hard to process.” Her voice softened. “I would’ve been hurt too if the situation was reversed.”

Azzi looked like she wanted to argue, but Paige gave her a small, reassuring smile. “The important thing is that we’re here now. We’re working through it.” She nudged Azzi’s knee lightly. “We’re not gonna let her win, okay?”

Azzi exhaled shakily, nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

A comfortable silence settled over them, the weight of the conversation lifting, even if it wasn’t completely gone. Paige glanced at Azzi’s bed, then back at her. “Can we… can we cuddle?”

Azzi blinked in surprise before nodding almost immediately, shifting back to make space. “Yeah. Of course.”

Paige climbed onto the bed, pulling the blankets over them as she settled in. Azzi didn’t hesitate before burying her face into the crook of Paige’s neck, her arms wrapping around her like she had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Paige sucked in a quiet breath at the closeness, but after a moment, she relaxed, resting her chin on top of Azzi’s head. The warmth of Azzi’s body against hers, the steady rhythm of her breathing—it was calming. Familiar.

Paige hesitated, but then, gently, she pressed a soft kiss to the top of Azzi’s head. Azzi let out a quiet breath, holding Paige just a little tighter. Neither of them spoke, both content in the silence, in the feeling of being wrapped up in each other.

And slowly, with their bodies tangled together, they drifted off to sleep.

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The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Paige and Azzi were still tangled together beneath the blankets, their breathing slow and steady. Azzi’s head remained tucked beneath Paige’s chin, her arms loosely wrapped around Paige’s waist. Paige had one arm draped over Azzi’s back, holding her close even in sleep. It was the kind of peaceful scene that made it easy to forget all the complications surrounding them.

Caroline didn’t forget, though—not when she walked into the room with a plate of food in hand, fully expecting to wake Azzi up for breakfast, only to freeze in the doorway at the sight before her.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she took in the sight of Paige and Azzi curled up together, completely unaware of the world around them. It was almost unfair how cute they looked. Paige, who had always tried to play things cool, was practically cradling Azzi in her sleep. And Azzi? She looked like she had no intentions of ever letting go.

Caroline bit her lip to hold back a laugh before quietly pulling out her phone. She made sure the angle was just right before snapping a picture. She knew Azzi would kill her if she found out, but this was too good not to capture.

With the evidence secured, she finally cleared her throat. “Alright, lovebirds, time to wake up. I made breakfast, and I am not about to let it get cold while you two continue your little cuddle session.”

Azzi groaned first, nuzzling closer into Paige as if she could ignore Caroline’s voice and go back to sleep. Paige, still half-asleep, tightened her hold slightly before blinking her eyes open.

Caroline smirked. “Good morning, sunshine.”

Paige groaned, her voice thick with sleep. “Why are you in here?”

“Because I made breakfast,” Caroline said matter-of-factly. “And also because you two looked way too cozy, and I just had to document the moment.”

Paige’s brain was still catching up when Azzi finally stirred, blinking up at her before realization hit. Her eyes widened slightly, and she slowly pulled back, her cheeks flushing. Paige reluctantly let go, rubbing a hand over her face as she tried to shake off her sleepiness.

Azzi shot Caroline a suspicious look. “What do you mean document?”

Caroline grinned, holding up her phone. “You’ll see later. Now get up before I start eating without you.”

Azzi groaned, throwing a pillow in Caroline’s direction as she walked off laughing. Paige just sighed, already regretting whatever picture Caroline had taken.

But despite that, as she glanced over at Azzi—who was still red-faced but smiling softly—she couldn’t bring herself to care too much.

Azzi let out a tired sigh, running a hand through her messy hair before glancing at Paige, who was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The warmth from their cuddle lingered between them, and for a brief second, Azzi wanted to curl right back into Paige’s arms and pretend the morning didn’t exist.

But Caroline had made breakfast, and given how rare that was, Azzi figured she should take advantage of it before she regretted it.

Paige stretched, her hoodie riding up slightly before she tugged it back down. “I feel like I should be worried about that picture,” she mumbled, still groggy.

Azzi scoffed, sliding out of bed. “You should be. Caroline has no chill.”

Paige chuckled softly, finally sitting up. “Yeah, I figured that out a long time ago.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but smiled as she grabbed a hair tie from her nightstand and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. She hesitated for a second before turning to Paige. “You coming?”

Paige met her gaze and nodded, swinging her legs over the bed. “Yeah. Can’t let Caroline eat all the food she claims she made.”

Azzi smirked. “You’re assuming she didn’t just order it and put it on plates.”

Paige gave her a knowing look. “That’s exactly what I’m assuming.”

They both laughed as they made their way out of the room and into the small common area where Caroline had set up breakfast. A stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and some fruit sat on the table, and sure enough, a few empty takeout containers were shoved into the trash.

Azzi gave Caroline a look. “Wow. You really went all out with this homemade meal.”

Caroline grinned, unbothered. “I slaved over this. You’re welcome.”

Paige snorted, grabbing a plate. “Uh-huh. Thanks for all your hard work.”

Caroline shrugged. “Hey, the effort to plate it counts for something.” She smirked at Paige as she took a bite of her food. “So… how was your sleepover?”

Azzi shot her a warning look. “Caroline.”

“What?” Caroline grinned innocently before winking at Paige. “Just asking. You both looked real comfortable this morning.”

Paige rolled her eyes but smirked slightly. “We slept. That’s what happened.”

Caroline hummed. “Sure, sure.” She glanced at Azzi before taking a bite of her food. “Well, if y’all wanna keep playing house, don’t let me stop you.”

Azzi sighed, ignoring her as she grabbed some food for herself. Paige just shook her head, but underneath the teasing, she could see the genuine relief on Caroline’s face. As annoying as she was, she had been rooting for them the whole time.

And for the first time in a long time, Paige felt like things were finally falling back into place.

They settled at the table, the clinking of forks against plates filling the comfortable silence between them. The food, despite being very obviously from a takeout container, wasn’t bad, and Paige had to admit she appreciated the effort—at least Caroline had plated it.

Azzi sat across from her, quietly eating while occasionally sneaking glances at Paige, like she was still processing the fact that she was here. Paige caught her once, smirking slightly as she raised a brow. Azzi just shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she focused back on her food.

Caroline, of course, was the first to break the silence. “So, Paige, how long are you sticking around?”

Paige wiped her mouth with a napkin before answering. “Geno wants me back in time for practice, so… another two days.”

Azzi’s chewing slowed, and Caroline tilted her head. “That’s kinda short.”

“Yeah, I know,” Paige admitted, glancing at Azzi before continuing. “But honestly? I’m just glad he and CD let me come here instead of heading straight back to Connecticut with the team.”

Azzi looked up at that, her expression softening. Paige could see the unspoken I’m glad too in her eyes, but Azzi didn’t say it out loud.

Caroline nodded, popping a piece of fruit into her mouth. “Damn. Geno really let you off the leash for a bit, huh?”

Paige chuckled. “More like he granted me permission. Probably helped that CD was kinda on my side about it.”

Azzi smirked. “So basically, CD allowed you.”

Paige grinned. “Pretty much.”

Caroline laughed. “Sounds about right.”

Azzi glanced at Paige again, a question lingering behind her eyes, but she didn’t voice it. Paige could tell she was thinking about the fact that they only had two days together before she had to leave. And honestly? Paige was thinking about it too.

Two days wasn’t much. But it was something.

And right now, she’d take whatever time she could get.

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The conversation drifted into lighter topics as they ate, the tension from the past few days finally beginning to ease. Paige still felt the weight of everything that had happened, but at least now, sitting across from Azzi, talking, laughing—even if it was at Caroline’s expense—it didn’t feel so overwhelming.

Caroline leaned back in her chair, finishing the last of her food. “So, what’s the plan for today? Are you two gonna, like… go on a cute little date or just sit here and stare at each other?”

Azzi shot her a look. “You are so annoying.”

Caroline smirked. “It’s a talent.”

Paige chuckled, setting her fork down. “I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly planning a romantic getaway, considering, you know… everything.”

Azzi shifted in her seat, twirling her fork between her fingers. “We don’t have to do anything big,” she said, glancing at Paige. “We could just… hang out. Maybe go shoot around for a bit, get some fresh air.”

Paige met her gaze, a small smile forming. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Caroline groaned. “God, you two are so predictable. Basketball is literally your love language.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “And?”

Caroline held her hands up in surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying. You could, I don’t know, go to an actual place. Like a restaurant, or the mall, or—”

“We could,” Paige cut in, smirking. “But we won’t.”

Caroline sighed dramatically. “You’re both hopeless.”

Paige just grinned, standing and grabbing her plate. “Hopeless but happy.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying to hide the smile threatening to break through, but Paige caught it anyway. It made something warm settle in her chest.

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After breakfast, the three of them decided to stay in for a bit, just letting the morning stretch out lazily. The air in the dorm felt peaceful—no rush, no pressure. Paige and Azzi spent the time lounging in the common room, chatting idly, with Caroline doing most of the talking while Paige and Azzi exchanged quiet glances when they could.

By the time afternoon rolled around, the sun had warmed the day, and the urge to get moving settled in. Caroline had already made herself scarce, and Azzi and Paige were left with the quiet buzz of anticipation for the afternoon.

“Ready to head to the courts?” Azzi asked, standing up from the couch and grabbing her jacket from the back of her chair.

Paige grinned, standing up too. “Yeah, let’s go. I’m itching for some competition.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want that? I’m in prime form today.”

Paige chuckled. “Please. I’m not worried.”

They both made their way down to the campus courts, the sound of bouncing balls and sneakers on concrete greeting them as they approached. The courts were mostly empty, the perfect setting for a little one-on-one.

Azzi grabbed a ball from the rack by the court and dribbled it lightly, glancing at Paige with a competitive gleam in her eye. “How about a game to 11?”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Loser has to buy dinner?”

Azzi smirked. “That’s the deal. You down?”

“Always,” Paige said, already bouncing on her feet, ready to go.

The game started off slow, both of them sizing each other up, shots made and missed in equal measure. Their laughter filled the air, their competitive edge only making the atmosphere more electric. Paige made a few quick layups, her moves sharp, but Azzi wasn’t far behind, getting into a rhythm and hitting some impressive shots of her own.

Every time Paige thought she had the advantage, Azzi would come back with a play that made her stop and take notice. They were both in their element, pushing each other to the edge, testing each other’s limits.

The score crept closer to 11, each point feeling harder to secure. Paige was breathing a little heavier now, but she kept pushing through, giving it everything she had. Azzi, on the other hand, looked like she was just getting started, her eyes locked in with a focused intensity.

Finally, Azzi hit a clean three-pointer that brought her to 11, the ball swishing through the net with a satisfying sound.

“Yes!” Azzi shouted, raising her arms in victory.

Paige let out a dramatic sigh, putting her hands on her hips. “Guess that means I’m buying the food.”

Azzi grinned, walking over to her and offering a high-five. “You can’t win them all.”

Paige smirked and slapped her hand against Azzi’s. “Yeah, but I was still gonna pay for dinner.”

Azzi blinked in surprise. “What?”

Paige shrugged nonchalantly, turning to grab the ball. “I said I’d do it anyway. No way I’m letting you pay for it after you just won. That’s just how I am.”

Azzi’s face softened, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You really are something, you know that?”

Paige grinned. “It’s a gift. But I’ll still probably get you something extra, to make up for this defeat.”

Azzi rolled her eyes playfully. “You don’t have to do that. You already owe me dinner.”

“True,” Paige said with a wink. “But I’m still getting you dessert.”

They both continued to shoot around after their little competition.

After a while, they walked off the court together, the afternoon sun hanging low as they chatted and laughed, the game fading into the background as the idea of dinner—and the company they’d share—took center stage.

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Back at Azzi’s dorm, they took turns showering, washing off the sweat from their game. Paige went first, letting the hot water soothe her muscles, the remnants of their competitive match still lingering in her body. By the time she stepped out, towel-drying her hair, Azzi was already grabbing her things, ready to take her turn.

“I’ll be quick,” Azzi said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Paige smirked. “You better be. I’m getting hungry.”

Azzi just laughed before shutting the door, and Paige took the time to check her phone, scrolling through a few texts and social media notifications while she waited.

Once Azzi was done, she stepped out with damp hair, dressed casually in a hoodie and shorts. Paige had already made herself comfortable on Azzi’s bed, looking up as Azzi ran a towel through her curls.

“So, what’s the plan?” Azzi asked, tossing the towel aside.

Paige grinned. “I was thinking takeaway and a drive-in movie.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A drive-in?”

“Yeah,” Paige nodded. “I looked it up while you were in the shower—there’s one not too far from here. Thought it’d be nice. Chill vibes.”

Azzi smiled, clearly liking the idea. “That actually sounds perfect.”

“Alright then,” Paige said, sitting up. “Let’s pack the essentials.”

They grabbed a few blankets, some pillows, and anything else they might need before heading out to Azzi’s car. The night had settled in by the time they left, the air cool but not uncomfortably so. After picking up their food that Paige had ordered from a local takeout spot, they made their way to the drive-in, pulling into a good spot near the back.

Azzi backed the car up, opening the trunk so they could set up in the back. They arranged the blankets and pillows, making a cozy space before climbing in. Azzi settled between Paige’s legs, leaning back against her chest, and Paige instinctively wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. The warmth between them was immediate, and Azzi let out a content sigh as she got comfortable.

“This is nice,” Azzi murmured, tilting her head slightly so their cheeks brushed.

Paige hummed in agreement, tightening her hold slightly. “Yeah. Perfect way to end the night.”

As the movie started, the soft glow from the screen illuminated the cars around them, creating a peaceful, intimate atmosphere. The hum of distant conversations, the occasional honk, and the quiet murmur of the film set the perfect background noise.

Azzi pulled out her phone, unlocking it as she went to Instagram. Paige peeked over her shoulder, watching as Azzi opened the camera, recording a short video of the view around them—the giant screen ahead, the night sky above, and the cozy setup they had in the trunk. Then, with a quick double-tap on the screen, the camera flipped to them.

Azzi grinned, her head leaning into Paige’s as she smiled at the camera. Paige smirked slightly, her arms still wrapped around Azzi as they both sat close, their faces almost touching. The warmth of the moment was captured perfectly—the way they fit together, the ease between them, the quiet intimacy.

Azzi typed out a caption “Nights like this with my bestfriend💗” before glancing at Paige. “I’m posting this on my story.”

Paige chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “Oh, people are definitely gonna go crazy when they see that.”

Azzi smirked, hitting ‘post’ without hesitation. “Oh well, I said with my ‘bestfriend’.”

Paige squeezed her gently. “You want the internet to explode, don’t you?”

Azzi laughed. “Maybe a little.”

Paige just smiled, pressing her chin lightly against Azzi’s shoulder as they settled back into the moment, letting the night carry them away.

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As the night settled in and the movie played in the background, Paige’s mind wandered. She didn’t want to bring it up, didn’t want to ruin the calmness of the moment, but something was nagging at her.

She leaned her head back against the trunk, staring up at the stars for a moment before glancing down at Azzi, who was still curled between her legs, the warmth of her body settling perfectly against Paige’s.

“Azzi,” Paige started softly, her fingers absentmindedly running through Azzi’s hair, “where do we stand?”

Azzi blinked up at her, sensing the shift in Paige’s tone. She tilted her head slightly, meeting Paige’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

Paige hesitated, then spoke quietly, “I mean… are we still dating? Are we going to try to make this work, or are we just kind of… here, you know?”

Azzi’s gaze softened, and she reached up, resting her hand over Paige’s. “We’re still dating, Paige. And we’re working on it. I mean… there’s a lot to work on, but I want to. I want to make this work.”

Paige’s heart fluttered at the simple but reassuring words. She smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of Azzi’s head. “I want that too. I love you, Azzi.”

Azzi smiled up at her, their faces close. “I love you too, Paige.”

Just as the air between them settled with the warmth of their words, Paige’s phone suddenly buzzed, vibrating in her pocket. She glanced down, seeing the group chat with KK and Ice lighting up with notifications.

Her heart sank a little. “Oh no,” she muttered, quickly unlocking her phone.

KK: So, are we calling this the hard launch or what? 👀

Ice: Is this a ‘bestfriend’ or ‘more than bestfriend’ situation? 😜

KK: Wait, Azzi’s caption says ‘nights like this with my bestfriend 💗’… bestfriend? REALLY? 😏

Paige’s face flushed a little, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly the conversation had turned into full-blown teasing. She quickly typed a response.

Paige: You guys are ridiculous, I swear.

But the teasing didn’t stop there. The messages continued to pour in, and Paige’s phone buzzed again, this time with a flood of social media notifications. She saw her story was blowing up, people commenting, liking, and sharing it.

KK: Socials are GOING OFF 😂😂 people are saying they didn’t expect this… some people are like ‘aww cute friends’ and others are straight-up denying y’all are together.

Ice: People are wild. You gotta love the denial. Also, can we just talk about how cute you two are? 😍

Paige could only shake her head, chuckling as she scrolled through the flood of comments. She could see the mix of reactions—some people totally convinced they were dating, some pretending like they weren’t, and others totally oblivious to what was really going on.

Azzi watched Paige, her expression amused as she read through the messages on Paige’s phone. “Looks like you’re causing a stir.”

Paige laughed, raising an eyebrow at Azzi. “You did this. You made the caption.”

Azzi grinned, shrugging nonchalantly. “What can I say? The ‘bestfriend’ part is true cause I mean, you are my bestfriend Paige, and I’m allowed to tease a little. Besides, it’s fun to watch everyone lose their minds.”

Paige smirked, shaking her head. “Well, you’re not wrong. It is pretty funny. But the internet is definitely not ready for what they just saw.”

“Too bad,” Azzi said with a playful wink. “Let them freak out.”

“Yeah, because we’ve got the real thing figured out, don’t we?” Paige’s voice softened, her hand gently resting on Azzi’s.

Azzi’s smile deepened, and she shifted a little, leaning back into Paige’s embrace. “Definitely. They can say what they want. We’re good.”

Paige nodded, closing her phone and setting it aside. “You’re right. Let them talk. We’ll just keep doing us.”

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As the night stretched on, the movie on the screen became nothing more than background noise. Paige and Azzi sat wrapped up in each other, cocooned in their own little world inside the trunk of Azzi’s car. The distant hum of other cars, the occasional laughter from other drive-in guests, and the cool breeze of the night made everything feel strangely serene.

Azzi let out a soft sigh, tilting her head slightly to glance up at Paige. “I’m really happy you came here.” Her voice was quiet but full of meaning, as if the words carried more weight than she was even letting on.

Paige’s grip around her tightened slightly, her chin resting on Azzi’s shoulder. “Yeah?”

Azzi nodded, shifting just enough to look at Paige fully. “Yeah. I mean… after everything, I just—I didn’t know if we were going to get back to this, you know? But now that we have… I don’t know, I feel like I can breathe again.”

Paige took a deep breath, letting the words settle between them. She knew what Azzi meant. The weight of the past few weeks—the uncertainty, the hurt, the mess of it all—had been suffocating. But now, sitting here, with Azzi leaning against her, Paige finally felt grounded again.

“I feel the same way,” Paige admitted, running her fingers gently along Azzi’s arm. “I hated being away from you, Az. Not talking, not knowing if we’d get through this… it sucked.”

Azzi turned slightly in Paige’s hold, facing her more directly, their faces just inches apart. “But we did.” She reached up, cupping Paige’s face gently, her thumb brushing over her cheek. “And I’m so happy we did.”

Paige let her eyes flutter shut for a second, just savoring the warmth of Azzi’s touch. Then she opened them, looking directly into Azzi’s. “Me too.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension shifting into something softer, deeper. The faint glow from the screen illuminated Azzi’s face, casting her features in a warm light. Paige felt her heart stutter at the sight—at how effortlessly beautiful Azzi looked, how much she had missed this, missed her.

Azzi’s gaze flickered to Paige’s lips for just a second before she leaned in, closing the distance between them. The kiss started slow, tentative at first, as if they were both still processing how much they had missed this. But then Paige’s hands moved—one sliding to the small of Azzi’s back, the other curling into her hoodie, pulling her in closer.

Azzi responded instantly, deepening the kiss, her fingers slipping into Paige’s hair as she tilted her head just enough to mold against her perfectly. There was no urgency, no rush—just the warmth of their lips moving together, the unspoken emotions between them pouring into the kiss.

Paige sighed softly against Azzi’s lips, letting herself sink into the feeling. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was reassurance, a promise, a welcome home.

Azzi pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against Paige’s, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Her lips were slightly swollen, and Paige knew hers probably were too.

“I really, really love you,” Azzi murmured, her voice full of emotion.

Paige’s lips curled into a small smile, her hand tightening at Azzi’s waist. “I really, really love you too.”

Azzi let out a quiet, happy hum, her fingers still threading through Paige’s hair. “I don’t ever want to do that again—go through all of that. I know we’re still working on things, but… I don’t want to be without you, P.”

Paige kissed her again, just a soft peck this time. “You won’t be. We’re in this, Az. We’ll figure everything out.”

Azzi smiled against Paige’s lips before pulling back, snuggling into her embrace again. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

Paige chuckled, resting her chin on top of Azzi’s head. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And with that, they sat there, wrapped up in each other, feeling happier and more at peace than they had in a long time.

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cw! pervert!satoru, semi-public, cumming inside, assplay. mdni (17+).

pervy yoga instructor!gojo whose bright and outgoing personality has brought him a large following. pair that with his good looks and it’s made him one of the most followed yoga teachers in the country. his classes are always in high demand, with people coming from all over just for one class. it’s not uncommon having to book a class months in advance sometimes and wait in the queue for the next available spot, especially in the spring and summer months.

but masked behind his good looks and charm, lies a twisted mind of perversion. he’s constantly trapped in a room with women of all shapes and sizes; it's like he’s a kid in a candy shop who can take his pick from the wide ranging selection whenever he wants without the risk of ever being caught.

his sharp eyes pick up any and everyone whose form is improper while watching the women get in position, quickly walking over to each one to fix it. his smooth voice flows through the room as he speaks into the mic next to his mouth, instructing people to tighten up their form, now noticing the even larger number of women who are doing it wrong.

of course no one bats an eye at what looks to be gojo just being a helpful and attentive teacher as he goes around to help and he knows it. but his true intentions are much deeper than just placing a hand on a woman’s lower back to help adjust her posture.

what no one knows is how excited he gets as his fingertips gently touch the material of her yoga top or pants, and if he’s lucky, sometimes her exposed skin. any position where a woman’s ass is in the air or that exposes some cleavage is undoubtedly his favorite. and he always manages to conveniently position himself at the front or back of the room during these positions, wherever the view is the best from honestly.

obviously many women throw themselves at him, from bored housewives to young college students, even the older women who come to keep their bodies healthy. he always politely declines, much to everyone’s dismay, which earns him many groans and displeased looks thrown his way as he gives them that handsome smile and thanks them for finding him attractive.

satoru gojo isn’t looking for a relationship or even a fling, at most he just wants a one time thing. if he’s being honest though, he’s far more content with continuing to appear as an unassuming man to hide his deeply rooted deviant mind. a man that goes home and fervently fists his cock while flipping through every perverted memory and thought.

that is until you come around. now he wants nothing more than to feel your body against his, no matter what it takes.

you’re a fresh face he notices in his class one day but he tries not to pay you too much attention, knowing how sad he’ll be if you happen not to come back and he doesn’t get to ogle that beautiful body of yours anymore. so when you begin to make regular appearances, he’s more than just thrilled, he’s ecstatic.

during class, his eyes not only flicker towards you more than any other woman in the room as he speaks, but they linger on your body longer as he makes his way around the class, too. often times he’ll find any excuse to touch you even though your form doesn’t need the slightest bit of fixing. the women with keen senses pick up on the small details that most normal people would overlook when it comes to gojo and his attention. you’re suddenly given unwelcomed looks of spite from them, completely unaware that they’re jealous you’ve caught the hot yoga instructor’s eye instead of them.

it’s not until one day as you’re rolling up your mat that you’re suddenly aware of the special liking gojo has taken to you. you’re the last one left in the room with him and he approaches you, appearing to make small talk with you, but his glances at your breast don’t go unnoticed. after a few minutes, he lets you go and wishes you a nice afternoon, but not before he lets his hand go to your back as you’re about to walk away.

the next few classes go by without incident and gojo starts to think he won’t get his way after all, maybe he should’ve just given into one of the other dumb broads in the first place. he’s starting to feel dejected and seeing you regularly only makes him feel worse. soon, he’s back to his usual self though, showing every woman in the class an equal amount of attention again, telling himself to give up and forget you.

weeks later, you find yourself to be the last one to leave class again today.

now, the way everything went down from that point is up for debate, depending on who’s asked, gojo or yourself. the only thing that’s not up for debate right now is how gojo’s got you pressed up against the mirror in the studio with your back nicely arched as satoru digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass which is sure to leave marks, keeping your cheeks spread wide so he can watch his cock disappear into your juicy pussy with each thrust.

condensation fogs up the area of the mirror where your face is pressed to the glass, eyes shut as gojo’s deep voice tells you all the dirty thoughts he’s had of you. an opaque white ring clings to the base of gojo’s pale dick, a result of your juices leaking onto his shaft from the constant friction. deep blue eyes glance up at your pretty and fucked out face, taking in the sight of you.

you’re really all his at this moment. submitting your entire self to him, letting him use you to his liking just like a fuck toy. without even realizing it, his hips come to an involuntarily halt as spurts of hot cum shoot into your pussy making your soft walls flutter around him.

gojo doesn’t go soft, he’s still extremely hard and ready for more, so without another thought he wastes no time in maneuvering both your bodies onto the floor, manhandling you into a perfect position for fucking that he’s taught in class before.

the fat tip pokes at your slick lips for the second time as he starts round two. he spits on your puckered asshole before slipping his thick thumb inside while roughly snapping his hips into your supple flesh.

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gomtangii · 3 days ago

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can't get enough!

boyfriend!rafayel x fem!reader wc: 890 cw: NSFW minors and ageless dni, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, aftercare

rafayel is insatiable.

you would've never guessed this before you started dating him. he's always been flirty, suggestive, even seductive, but he turned out to be a bit of a prude. all he ever gave you were kisses, but anything further he'd get all red and would push you away.

"if you keep touching me, i'll scream!" he squeals, covering his chest as he wiggles away from you.

"rafayel!" you groan.

he just said he needed a bit of time and of course you would give him that, you just did not understand his overreaction, treating you like a lewd fiend!

then finally, the day came. he took you out on a nice shopping spree and fancy dinner, then took you back to his house. he sits you down on the couch and you're confused when he says the two magical words:

"i'm ready."

and, well, rafayel was right to threaten to scream, because the moment he said that, you did end up pouncing on him. you jumped on top and started kissing him fervently, your lips pressing against his. instead of pushing you away like he always has, he holds you by your hips and returns your desperate kisses. you taste so sweet, he can't believe he managed to hold out this long.

his hands drag down to your ass, lifting you up and letting your legs wrap around him as he carries you to his bedroom. he lays you down gently on his plush sheets, staring down at your flushed face, half-lidded eyes, and puffy lips. blood rushes to his cock as he takes off his shirt in a hurry. you squeeze your own legs as you watch him strip, the sight sensual and erotic. when you try to unbutton your own shirt, he stops you, choosing to do it himself.

you're so beautiful and he isn't sure he can hold back any longer, but neither can you. in the quickest way possible, you're both now bare, pinned under rafayel as he fucks into you at a rapid pace. stars block your eyes as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, stretching you out oh so well. you bite down onto his sheets, unable to think when he keeps interrupting your thoughts with every thrust.

"so good, you're doing s-so good," rafayel stutters, unable to think as well, "feels sooo good, can't believe i waited so fucking long i should've fucked you sooner you're so fucking good for meeee... gonna fuck you everyday." he groans into your ear, sloppily leaving marks on your neck and back.

suddenly his thrusts get staggered as he pushes your ass up in the air to hit deeper when he stops, cumming straight into your womb. he moans loudly, his chest pressed up against your back as he encases you, making you take it. the feeling of his cock spurting and twitching inside you sends you over the edge, your pussy convulsing around his length and encouraging him to cum more.

you pant, your body falling limp on the bed, but rafayel doesn't pull out. he doesn't even turn soft. instead, all he does is whisper into your ear.

"again."

what you didn't expect is for him to continue fucking you for the next few hours and to keep this up for the next week. it was as if he was either trying to get you pregnant or to make up for lost time. perhaps both, but it was truly hard to tell what even turned him on.

you would be in a robe fresh out of the shower and he'd yank it off and push you backwards onto his recliner. you could be coming back from a workout and he'd be on his knees, nastily eating you out, telling you how sweet you taste. you could be bumming in sweats and he'd whisk you away to his bed. and if you stand in front of him in your best outfit? he would get so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

it was a lot, but you didn't mind. the bath with petals and scented salts, the massages and lotion, the tray of snacks and drinks, all those paired with the soft kisses he'd press onto your cheeks while whispering "i love you" into your ear makes it worth it.

"hey, raf?" you murmur, cuddling against him as he pulls the blanket higher, kissing the top of your head, "why did you wait so long if you were going to be so... i don't know, insatiable?"

"i waited because of that exact reason," he chuckles, nuzzling your hair, "i knew i wouldn't be able to stop once i started and i didn't want you to dislike me for it."

"you're so stupid," you mutter, rolling your eyes, earning a well-earned scoff from rafayel.

"i'm being vulnerable and that's all you have to say?" he sobs dramatically.

"no, you stupid fish, i mean that you're stupid for thinking i would hate you for having the libido of a teenager," you turn around to cup his face, squishing his cheeks and pecking his lips, "i could never hate you. i love you."

his eyes widen for a second before smiling, his heart melting at your words. his kisses you again and snuggles you, murmuring softly,

"i love you too."

can you believe that he's my number one and this is my first work for him

#lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #rafayel x mc #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #rafayel l&ds #rafayel smut #love and deepspace rafayel #lnds rafayel #lnds smut #lnds x reader #lads x reader #lnds x you #lnds x mc #lads smut #lads x mc #lads x you #lads x y/n

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cookiiefreak · 2 days ago

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Hmmm this is dough again - You trapped in close quarters with PV as his most loyal knight as you are protecting him from an assassination attempt from mysterious hooded figures.

Dragging him out of the Vanilla Kingdom as fast as you can and getting very far into the shrubbery and trees until you both fall into a hole in the ground. Landing right on top of him. You both seem to be safe for the time being as the footsteps faded a few minutes ago. You warn him to stay quiet and vigilant and you'll find a way out of this as your limbs are tangled together, right into his sensitive ear.

He, is blushing and stuttering from the proximity. But you are unaware of this and claustrophobic, jostling around trying to climb out, hitting some spots of his that made him need to cover his mouth, mortified.

DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL POOKIE

DOUGH AAAAAAAAAAA

I am so feral over this you have no idea, I feel like a dog that was just given its favorite chew toy <3

sorry in advance if this isn’t that good, this took me all day (i haven’t written anything since 2020-2021)

Additional tags: assassination attempt (not detailed), king/knight dynamic, pv has naughty thoughts, pv loves them possessive, knight!reader is a tad oblivious to pv’s feelings/their own sex appeal, might be a little ooc (sorry)

Ship: Pure Vanilla x Knight!Reader

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT READ ⚠️

I imagine that he has been pining for a while, his mind drifting to you and your loyal, endearing mannerisms as his hands reach to pathetically grope and tease himself when he can’t seem to find sleep late at night. It’s appalling to him! How could he possibly imagine you, his most virtuous and faithful knight, in ways that are so explicit he can’t even bear to utter a word of it to anyone? Not even to his closest friends? He’s absolutely ashamed, vowing to never allow himself to take advantage of you like that in any lifetime.

It doesn’t help his situation when he’s suddenly attacked by a group of cloaked assassins, blades sharpened and ready to take down the monarch of the Vanilla Kingdom. But there you are, ever his knight in shining Vanillian armor, longsword in hand as you start defending your king like it’s your life’s greatest purpose.

Your king.

Pure Vanilla shudders at the thought of you claiming him as your own, the vision of your enchanting eyes peering down at him as your lithe fingers circle his soul-jam before trailing further down his trembling body…

Get ahold of yourself, Pure Vanilla!

It reaches a point in battle where too many of the enemies seem to be regaining their strength at concerning speeds, forcing you to take hold of his hand and rush through the streets of the Vanilla Kingdom. Some other knights, that had jumped into action earlier to help you, continue fighting them off to prevent them from chasing after the two of you, but it seems like a few had managed to break free and rush after you.

Heading into the forest in the hopes of losing them, you dodge and weave through the plentiful trees and shrubs until your escape comes to an end. A trap hole that had been disguised by a thick, leafy cover was the unfortunate barrier as Pure Vanilla slips in and tumbles down; bringing you with. One of your arms shoot down and wrap around his waist as the other reaches for the wall in an attempt to dig your fingers into the dirt and slow your fall, which works to a certain degree as you two land a bit softer than he had imagined.

He manages to let out a groan before your hand quickly covers his mouth, effectively silencing any more noises of pain. His eyes widen as he watches you lean your head down, feeling your breath gently brush against his cheek.

“Silence, m’lord. Wait for them to leave,” your whisper caresses his ear and sends a shockwave down his back. He nods obediently and the two of you wait patiently, hearing footsteps close to your area but never coming near the hidden hole. A few minutes pass before you hear the assassins’ footsteps again, this time retreating further into the woods in an attempt to find their target.

You’re in the clear. You let out a sigh of relief, glad to have lost the bastards while Pure Vanilla is preoccupied with the startling realization of the position you have landed in.

“They’re gone, thank the witches.” You glance down at the king with a grimace, “My apologies. This is such a tight space, I shall try to figure a way out of here soon, m’lord.”

“I-It’s alright, you’re not hurt, are you?” His throat feels horribly dry as he struggles to look you in the eyes, all of his nighttime thoughts coming in to burrow further in his mind. You have one leg over his hip while the other rests slightly under his thigh with your crotches grazing each other, though he’s not sure if you don’t care or if you don’t notice because you seem unbothered by your position.

“I should be asking you that, my liege. It is unfortunate that you ended up falling first,” you shift your hips a bit and a zing of pleasure has him digging his nails into the dirt beneath him.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” Your eyebrows seem to furrow at his words while Pure Vanilla’s vision swims, it takes a good portion of his willpower to not buck up against your pleasant heat.

“I am a bit armored, sir. The landing would’ve been far less painful for me than it was for you,” a look of concern crosses your features. “Did you hit your head? You look quite dazed, m’lord.”

“I-I’m fine, just a little frazzled from all that transpired.” He feels guilty for being a tad bit untruthful, a nagging sensation gripping his brain and soul jam, but there is no way he could tell you just how badly he wanted to tear you apart right now. How he wanted to feel your thighs tighten around the sides of his head as you ride his face, your juices messily smeared down his chin and cheeks. Or, witches forbid, how he needed to feel you cream around his cock as you whine out your devotion to him.

“I’ll have the palace doctors check on you once we get back just to be sure, you’re looking flushed. Intensely so,” you take your glove off and press the back of your hand against the side of his face before recoiling in shock. “You’re scorching! I’ll have to be quick, just sit tight, your highness.”

He nods his head as he watches you pull your glove back on before getting to work trying to untangle your limbs, your hips moving occasionally as you test which position would free you both. This feels like a test of sanity to him, every movement has you practically grinding yourself against him and he swears you are doing it on purpose. Yet the focused expression on your face says otherwise, your intentions are purely to try and crawl out of this witch forsaken hole.

One particular shift of your leg has him biting his tongue HARD in order to shut down the whimper that begs to be let loose, his brain screaming that he needs to be out of this dirt coffin already or else he’s going to cum in his pants.

“I know this can’t be too comfortable, my liege.” You give him an empathetic smile, “If any of my movements are causing you harm please let me know.” Fuck, why do you have to speak to him in such a tender tone? He flashes you a smile of his own, though at this moment he feels like a monster baring its teeth at innocent prey.

“I am just grateful I had you with me. Your skills have aided me more times than I can count,” he can’t help but notice the way you seem to beam proudly at his statement.

“Of course! Because my oath I took those years ago will always remain true: I will fight until my dying breath to keep my king safe!”

Oh fuck.

#asks #derangeddough #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom smut #crk smut #cookie run smut #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla cookie x reader #pure vanilla x reader

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wbbpls · 1 day ago

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 11

Word count: 4300 another day of them hopelessly falling in love and being dumb about it. Only 2 more days before the wedding day...will they figure it out?

After getting massages, Azzi met up with the wedding party to finish planning the party tomorrow night. Then, the girls spent the rest of the day by the pool. The wedding is in three days, so they’re enjoying the calm while they can before going back to school. Azzi was floating on an inflatable, quietly enjoying herself—almost too quietly. As soon as Azzi started considering why it was quiet and where Paige might be, she was suddenly flipped over into the water.

When she came back for air, she immediately recognized Paige’s laugh mixed with her brother's.

“What the hell?!”

“Sorry, baby, we just had to. You looked too peaceful.”

“It was Paige’s idea!” Jon and Jose say in unison.

“What?! Bro, it was deadass not my idea.”

“Really, Paige?” Azzi gave her a stern look, trying not to crack a smile.

“No, no, it was Tim’s idea! I swear on my knee.” Jose and Jon can’t stop laughing, and they can hear Tim cackling in the background.

“It doesn’t matter who’s idea it was. You still did it. Plus, you got me all wet.” Azzi crosses her arms.

As soon as Paige smirked, Azzi realized the words had left her mouth. “Oh yeah, did I?”

Azzi starts blushing profusely. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“You sure bout that, mama?” Paige puts her hands on Azzi’s waist, pulling her in.

“Ew, dude, that’s my sister.” Jose splashes water at Paige, getting Azzi even more wet.

“Okay, that’s it! I’m done here.”

“Ugh, see what you did?” Paige splashes him back.

“Nah, just go be your simp self, and she’ll be fine.” Paige rolled her eyes and went to the edge of the pool, watching Azzi walk and sit down on the lounge chair.

“P, stop staring.” Paige put her head down on the palm of her hands, smiling back at Azzi.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Azzi couldn’t stop herself from smiling at the flirting and attention she’d been receiving from Paige since their massage. “Alright, Paige, c’mon. Come join me.”

“Gladly, pretty girl.” Paige pushes off the side of the pull, showing off the muscles in her arm, then the tightening of her abs. Azzi couldn't look away even if she tried. As Paige stands up, she notices Azzi looking down her body and smirks.

“Enjoying the view?”

“W-what, no! Ugh you’re so cocky.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Paige grabs a towel, half-dries off, and sits next to Azzi.

“Paige, you’re getting me all wet again. And don’t be a smart ass.” Azzi throws another towel at her while Paige bends over laughing.

When she catches her breath, she shrugs and says, “Hey, I guess I just have that effect on you.”

“Not another word, Bueckers.”

“Alright, alright.”

Azzi picked up her book to continue reading. She got through one whole page before Paige started bothering her again.

“Hey, Azzzzziiiiiii.”

“Yes, Paige?”

“Wanna do somethin’ fun tonight?”

“Hm, like what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe there’s an arcade or somethin’ nearby. I have felt lost without competition these past few days. I could really use beating you at something.”

“Okat first, rude. But also, that sounds fun, so fine.”

“Aye, that’s wassup.” Paige excitedly stands to gather their stuff and, sadly for Azzi, puts her clothes back on.

“Yo, Jose and Jon! We goin’ to an arcade tonight. Wanna come so I can beat your asses?”

Azzi mutters under her breath, “Oh god, what did I just sign up for?”

“Nah, baby, it’s gonna be fun. Wanna invite some of the wedding party and make it a thing?”

“Sure, Paigey, I’ll text Jake, and he’ll probably get everything together,” Azzi replies softly, enjoying the term of endearment.

“Bet.”

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The girls, Azzi’s brothers, Jake and his girlfriend, and a few other people from the wedding party joined them at a local arcade. This isn’t typically Azzi’s scene, but Paige turns into a happy little kid at arcades, and who is she to deprive her of that?

“Oh, shit they got laser tag!”

“I call dibs on shooting Paige and Azzi!”

“Damn Jon, you were a lil too ready go there,” Paige says as she fills out her waiver.

They all start to put on the vests as they listen to the instructions. Paige leaned over to whisper in Azzi’s ear, “Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll protect you.”

It’s like Paige has been determined to get Azzi to blush this entire day, and each time Azzi gets flustered, it gives her more and more confidence. Might be time to humble her a little bit.

“Oh yeah? You gonna be my night in shining armour?”

“As long as you’re my princess.” Okay, yeah, Paige won that one.

The teams split up, starting on the respective sides of the room. Once the buzzer sounds, telling them to go, Paige screams at the top of her lungs “LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOO!”

It's moments like these that Azzi finds herself falling for Paige. Moments like this tell her that Paige isn’t just a best friend. Paige is sprinting, jumping, and rolling as she dodges and shoots everyone. Azzi will never tell her, but she’s surprisingly good at this. Azzi got both of her brothers out twice, so now they were on the hunt for her. They started to sneak up on Azzi, and then suddenly Paige dove in front of her, shooting both of her brothers and getting shot herself. Azzi runs to kneel down next to Paige.

“Paige! Are you okay? I can’t believe you just dove like that to stop them from shooting me. You could have gotten hurt!”

“Anything for my princess.”

Their eyes are locked in as everything around them fades away. Paige’s eyes dropped down to Azzi’s lips. “Do I get that true love’s kiss for saving you?”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Azzi closes the gap, softly kissing her. Paige moves her hand to go behind Azzi’s neck. Before either girl could deepen the kiss, their vests light up red, and they hear a loud beep. When they break apart, Jon and Jose are standing over them with evil smiles.

“That’s what you get for bein’ a simp!”

“That’s it. Y’all better run.” Paige books it towards them, and Azzi adds this moment to her list of reasons why it's so easy to be in love with Paige. Azzi froze, realizing the thought she had. She just admitted to herself that she’s in love with her best friend. And for the first time, that didn’t scare her.

The lights turn back on, signaling the end of their game. Their team won by a landslide, thanks to Paige, giving her an ego boost no one needed. They all split up, playing games until Jose comes up to them.

“Guys, there’s basketball! Bet I can beat you both.”

Azzi laughs, “That’s actually comical. Let’s go beat these idiots.” The girls high-five and make their way over.

Jose pushed Jon out of the way, “I call takin' down Paige. You can deal with Azzi.”

“Bro, you know that’s not even equal.”

“I’m literally right here.”

Azzi couldn't help but laugh at their banter and rub Paige’s back. Azzi grabs Paige’s chin, turning her head to kiss her. “You got this, baby.”

Now flustered, Paige scans her player card to start the game with a dopey smile on her face. She’s still smiling at Azzi and doesn’t even notice the timer started.

“Distracted over there, Bueckers?” Jon laughs at her.

“Oh shit.” Paige focuses in and starts draining shots, catching up to Jose. In the last second, Paige lost by one point.

“I BEAT PAIGE BUECKERS AT BASKETBALL!”

“What, no?! You cheated.”

“How did I cheat?”

“I was distracted when we started.”

“It’s not my fault you’re whipped for my sister.”

“Nah, rematch. Right now.”

“Whatever, fine. Azzi, maybe you should leave so she can actually shoot.”

“My girl ain’t no problem,” Paige winks as she wraps her arm around Azzi’s waist. “How about another kiss for good luck?”

Although caught off guard momentarily, Azzi got excited by the idea. “I don’t know...that last one wasn’t too helpful.”

“And?”

Fair point. Azzi leans in to close the gap. As Paige went to move, thinking it would just be a peck, she grabbed her face and pulled her in for a longer kiss.

“Now that’s lucky.”

“Can you guys stop making out so we can play, jeez.” Paige kisses Azzi’s temple and moves to scan her player card again. They both zone in, and without any distractions, Paige beats Jose by a landslide. When the buzzer goes off, Paige jumps up and down and then runs over to Azzi, picking her up and spinning her around. Giggles take over as Paige trash-talks Jose and leans against the table behind them after she puts Azzi down.

“Okay, okay, Azzi, you’re up. Get ready to lose.” Jon says as he trades places with Jose. Paige leans against the table behind them after she puts Azzi down.

“Real confident for someone who misses every other shot.” Azzi starts to walk over but then feels hands wrap around her wrist, pulling her in. She spun into Paige, settling between her legs.

“Kiss for good luck, mama?”

Azzi beams and kisses Paige again. If you could even call it that, considering she can’t stop smiling. She pulls back and kisses Paige on the tip of her nose. “Thanks, cutie.”

Paige couldn't take her eyes off Azzi, mesmerized by her smile and confidence. She didn’t miss a single shot, and each one was all net.

Standing next to Paige, Jose is smiling in disbelief. “Damn, that was—”

“Hot.” Something about hearing Paige so openly call her hot made her mouth go dry.

“Dude, that’s still my sister.”

Without taking her eyes off of Azzi, Paige responds, “The truth is the truth, Jose.”

“Okay, we can’t do this anymore. You guys are gross.”

After a few more games, the group makes their way back to the property. Most of Azzi’s family is chatting in the lobby and drinking wine. The girls each pour a glass and join in. Azzi sits next to Katie, and Paige joins Tim on the other side of the room.

“Hey, sweetie. How was the arcade?”

“Really good. We beat the hell out of Jon and Jose.”

“Real shocker there.”

“Hey, Mom, can I, uh, talk to you about something?”

“Sure, wanna go for a walk?”

“Yeah, that would be good.”

Kaite and Azzi stood with wine glasses while walking around the large lobby. On their way out, Paige caught Azzi’s eye, offering her a smile as if to say, “I’m here.”

“I really need to tell you something, and I don’t know how to, so now I’m just so confused.”

“Just say what you need to say, Azzi.”

“I’m in love with Paige.”

“Okay...? I’m sorry, but what’s the problem here?”

“Paige and I aren’t actually together.” Katie looked at Azzi as if she had two heads. Azzi started babbling off an explanation as fast as she could, “I know, I know, I can explain. I just was so tired of the whole family constantly hounding me about my dating life and everything thought we were dating anyway so I went along with it, and now we’ve been pretending to be together all week, and nothing about it feels fake, and I don’t know what to do.” Azzi lets out a deep breath once she finishes explaining everything.

“Wow, alright. That’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m really sorry for lying to you, Mom.”

“It’s okay, Az. Our family, especially your aunt, can be annoying, so I can’t even blame you. Look, I get all of this can be confusing, but honestly, I’ve been waiting years for you guys to finally get your act together and admit to being in love with each other.”

“Wait, really?”

Katie laughs at Azzi’s shock. “You guys have always just clicked. There’s something special there, so of course, once you guys cross that line, it opens up even more feelings.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way and I ruin everything?”

“Azzi, I love you, but if you really think that girl isn’t head over heels for you, then you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“Gee, thanks, Mom.”

“You never noticed that any girl Paige started to date got jealous of the two of you, and the second they weren’t nice to you, she dumped them?”

“Okay, well, they objectively sucked.”

“Fine, what about how many flowers and little gifts she buys you?”

“She’s a giver. She gives to everyone.”

“Where are my flowers then?”

“Ugh, if she really wanted this, she would have said so. She’s so much more experienced with this stuff than I am and always so confident. She would have made a move by now.”

“Azzi, you and I both know that’s not true. You’re just using it to validate insecurities.”

“Well, you don’t hold back, do you?”

“You’re everything to her, Azzi. What if she’s scared of ruining everything, too? You’re her constant. You’re what keeps her safe. You’re one of the only people she lets see her, really see her. Sure, Paige is all confidence, but how much of that is protection?”

“I guess I never thought of it that way. I know I’ve always seen her differently and Caroline has been on my ass about it since forever, but like, everyone saw this but us?”

“Dumb and in love, I guess.” Katie smiled at her daughter and pulled her in for a hug.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Of course, kiddo. Let’s get back to that crazy blonde. She’s probably hit her limit on time away from you.”

When they returned to the main area, Tim and Paige sang loudly as they poured another glass.

“How long were we gone, and how many drinks have they had?”

“AZZIIIIIIIIIIII!”

Azzi giggles and walks up to Paige. “Hi, drunkie.”

“Hey, babygrl, I missed you.” Paige kissed the side of her head and pulled her onto her lap.

“We’ve been together all day, P.”

“Okay, and? You didn’t miss me?” She says with a pout. Azzi’s heart melts, and she brushes her hair out of Paige’s face.

“Yeah, I missed you.”

“I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me too, P.” Azzi traces her fingers down Paige’s arm and plays with the hair at the nape of Paige’s neck. The feeling of Azzi all over her sends Paige deep into the clouds. Maybe it wouldn’t be like this next week, but she would take advantage of it while she could.

“Mm, that feels good, Az.” Seeing Paige’s eyes flutter closed as she relaxed into her made Azzi think about what her mom had said. They’ve always been each other’s safe space. Why should this be any different? Azzi leans in to kiss Paige. She very quickly kisses Azzi back. They’re still aware that Azzi’s whole family is around them, so they break apart and lean their foreheads on each other.

“You’re really good at that.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, P.”

“Yeah, but I think I’m gonna need some more practice.”

“Oh, yeah? That could be arranged.”

“It’s a date.”

“A date, huh?”

“How about dinner tomorrow night?”

“The dinner provided by my cousin?”

“Hey, it’s food.” Azzi rolled her eyes and went to stand up, teasing Paige, but she was quick to pull her back down.

“Wait, I promise to buy you a legit dinner, just us, after the wedding, okay?”

“After the wedding?”

“Yeah, Az, after.”

“I’d like that.” The girls smile at each other and then return to the conversations around them. Once Paige finished her fourth glass of wine, Azzi stood up, grabbed Paige’s wine glass, and pulled her by her hand. “Alright, I think that’s enough for you. Goodnight, everyone!”

“Hey, I was drinking that!”

Azzi ignored her and kept pulling her towards the elevator. Once she pressed the button, Paige wrapped around her from behind and whispered in her ear, “You coulda just said you wanted alone time, mama.”

The elevator doors opened, and Paige wouldn’t detach herself from the younger girl. Once the door closed, Paige started to give Azzi open-mouth kisses on her neck, causing Azzi's breath to hitch.

“You’re so fuckin pretty, Az”

“Mm, P.”

Azzi turned around, connecting their lips, taking her time kissing Paige. Paige pushed her forward, letting Azzi’s back hit the wall. Their kiss becomes deeper as their breaths become heavier. Paige bit Azzi’s bottom lip and sucked, causing a loud moan to come out. Azzi grabbed Paige’s hips and quickly changed their positions, pushing Paige up against the wall. She immediately attached her lips to Paige’s neck.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

Azzi kisses under her ear and whispers, “You like that?”

“So fuckin’ much.” Paige moans out breathlessly.

“Mm, good to know,” Azzi says smugly. She goes back to kiss her neck, but then the elevator dings. The girls start laughing, and Paige grabs her hand. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

There’s a thick tension between them as they walk down the hallway. While Azzi unlocks the door, Paige’s phone starts going off. Suddenly, Paige’s entire demeanor changed.

Paige’s whole body tensed, seeing all the headlines about her. Will she be able to bring home a national championship? Does she really deserve to hold the #1 draft slot? The past month, the pressures of everything have been crashing down on her, crushing her underneath endless expectations. She’s been so good at pushing it all aside, but those glasses of wine certainly didn’t help. This past week, being with Azzi, she forgot about it all. She finally felt like a normal person again.

“You okay, Paigey?”

Paige snapped out of her thoughts, remembering how much she enjoyed Azzi.

“Y-yeah, for sure.”

Azzi looks at her phone, reading the same headlines Paige read.

“Paige, you know all that stuff is just outside noise, right?”

“I mean, is it? They have a point. How can I be #1 pick with no natty? Like, even saying that out loud sounds crazy.”

“Because you’re amazing, Paige. You’ve earned that spot, with or without the championship.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“No, not whatever, P. C’mon, talk to me.”

Paige knew she should just talk to Azzi about it all. But telling her how she’s felt makes it all too real. Azzi has been nothing but supportive to her; she doesn’t deserve to hear all of Paige’s ungrateful complaints. Paige starts to feel heavy in the silence between them, so she does the one thing that’s worked all week. She kisses Azzi.

Azzi was caught off guard, but then kissed her back. She could not resist Paige, but she could feel the frustration, anger, and sadness in Paige’s kiss. She pulls back, “Paigey, talk to me.”

Paige shakes her head no while focusing on Azzi’s lips with dilated dark blue eyes. She’s so tired of feeling like this, like she has no control over her life. She just wants to not feel like this for one minute. She pulled Azzi back in for a rough kiss, pouring any emotion she had left into the kiss.

“Pai—”

“Azzi, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Paige pushed back, grabbing at the back of Azzi’s neck to kiss her again. Azzi has no idea what to do. She’d never seen this side of Paige before. If she doesn’t want to talk, she takes it out on exercise and finds her way back to Azzi by the end of the day. Azzi kisses her back because it’s evident that’s what Paige needs right now. But the voice in the back of her head knows this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

Azzi pulls back harder this time, sternly saying her name, “Paige.”

“Please, Azzi baby, I need you right now.” Something about the vulnerability takes over the logical voices in Azzi’s head, and she kisses Paige back. Paige smiled under Azzi’s initiative and pushed her against the wall, kissing down her neck. She stops right under Azzi’s ear, biting and soothing the sting over with her tongue.

“P-paige, fuck.” This just spurs Paige on, and she shoves her leg in between Azzi’s and starts grinding into her.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, mama.” Paige displayed her strength by picking Azzi up and walking her over to the bed. Azzi grips at her shoulders, taking in the feeling of Paige all over her. Their kisses turn sloppy as their tongues fight for dominance. This is all Azzi has wanted, but something feels wrong. When her back hits the bed, the voices warning her to stop this come front and center.

Azzi moves her lips off of Paige, which Paige takes as an opportunity to kiss her neck again. Paige is lost in her head, desperately trying to push back all her negative feelings. But any insecurity and doubt she’s ever had is fighting back full force. Azzi is the only thing she’s ever had that is good and pure. She needs all of Azzi. Paige starts to move her hand down to the top of Azzi’s jeans when Azzi’s brain finally catches up with her.

“Paige, stop.”

Paige freezes, her dark blue eyes now looking so lost. “You don’t want this, do you?”

“W-what no, Paige, hold on.”

“Fuck, I’m so stupid,” Paige says with tears ready to fall at any moment and removes herself from Azzi, to sit at the edge of the bed. Of course the one thing Paige thought would always be good in her life, she fucked up too.

“Paige, stop, that’s not it I jus—”

“Azzi, it’s fine. I messed up; no need for you to fix this, too. Just drop it.” Paige feels guilt more than anything now for putting Azzi in this position. She was so desperate to run from her feelings that now she was just hurting herself and her best friend in the process.

“P...”

Azzi isn’t even sure what the right thing to say right now is. She wants to admit her feelings for Paige. Let her know that she’s all she wants, but there’s obviously something going on that she can’t understand.

“I’m sorry for fucking this all up, Azzi,” Paige whispers and drops her head into her hands, resting on her knees.

“Paige, you didn’t fuck anyhting up. Please, just listen to me, baby.”

Paige’s tense shoulders relaxed at the term of endearment as Azzi rubbed her back. Maybe she didn’t totally push her away.

“Look at me, P.” Paige hesitates but finally turns to look at Azzi, feeling some sense of relief and fear at the look in Azzi’s eyes. She’s not sure she can handle any more rejection.

“Paige, please, just talk to me. You’ve been on and off reacting like this all month, overdoing workouts and spending all night in the gym. I want to be here for you, Paigey, but I can’t if you don’t let me in.

Paige lets that sit, really sit. She knows Azzi is right and feels like she's ripping at the seams and trying to hold it all in.

Azzi almost didn’t hear Paige respond with her tear-filled whisper, “I’m not good enough.”

“Oh, Paige, come here.” Azzi opened her arms, and her best friend fell into her, sobbing. “I wish you could see yourself like I do. You’re more than enough, P; you’re everything. People will always have something to say, and half the time, they’re not even right. You constantly have so much pressure on you, so please let me take it off you.”

Azzi lets the older girl sob in her arms. “Let it all out, baby, I’ve got you.”

“I-I’m s-so scared to f-fail.” Paige grips onto Azzi’s shirt like it's her lifeline, desperately trying to catch her breath between her tears.

“It’s okay to fail sometimes, Paige. It’s what makes you stronger. It’s what makes you the Paige we all fell in love with.” The Paige I fell in love with is on the tip of Azzi’s tongue.

“I’m so scared of letting everyone down.” Paige finally looks up at her, with her beautiful bright blue eyes filled with tears streaming down her face.

“I know, love, it’s a lot to hold onto by yourself. Let me hold onto it with you. If you let fear take over your life, you’ll find yourself at the bottom of a hole you dug yourself. We need to find your drive and passion again, and I promise you that the rest will come naturally. You’re never alone as long as I’m here.”

Paige lets her words settle, really taking them in before whispering, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Azzi says softly, cradling Paige’s face. Something about it felt like a promise.

“C’mon, P, let’s get you to bed.”

The girls get in their PJs and slip under the covers.

“Az?” Paige turned to face her best friend.

“Yeah?”

“Can you, uh, c-can you hold me?” This isn’t the confident Paige everyone is used to seeing. This is the Paige only Azzi has the privilege to see.

“Of course, P.” Azzi opened her arms, and Paige immediately shuffled her way into Azzi, grabbing her shirt again for comfort.

“I’m sorry, Az.”

“Don’t be. You’re always my best friend before anything. I’ll always be here for you.” Azzi squeezed her tighter, emphasizing her words.

“Yeah, best friends.” Paige shoved her head further into Azzi’s neck, holding back more tears. Azzi runs her fingers through Paige’s hair and kisses her temple.

“It’s gonna be okay, P.”

Azzi isn’t sure who she's trying to reassure more, Paige or herself.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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i02dollia · 3 days ago

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ONLY BECAUSE I LIKE YOU — seunghan hong ˎˊ˗

you are so holy and angelic, a creature of light. for me, a being sinful and sick, you gift me back life.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. dom jock!seunghan x bottom male!reader

warnings. seunghan is a dick at first. enjoys bullying reader and making him feel upset or insecure. name calling, crying, arguing, and physical violence but it’s quite short and nothing serious. smut. seunghan is such a dom and is obsessed with being in control. lowkey creepy and perverted. seunghan loves cock!!

psst. isn’t the basketball divider soo cute 😩

the bell rang causing your heart to pound. the booming was furious and incessant—oh your poor heart. feeling like you were on fire and spontaneously combustion could occur at any moment now, slowly standing from your desk and gathering all of your belongings you decided to make a run for it which may have been the stupidest decision of your life. the feeling of a warm large hand grabbed at the back of your uniform and a small whine left your lips—a deep chuckle coming from behind you which was all too familiar. why did he have to be so attractive? fuck. why did you sorta.. like this?

“running from me already little one? I have practice today and you’re in charge of the balls, remember?”

“o-oh.. am I? must’ve f-forgot..” it was your turn to chuckle but it was nowhere near how seunghan would chuckle—yours was a pathetic giggle showing exactly how nervous you were around him even if the both of you had been childhood friends. still remembering his words not to tell anyone about growing up together.

there you weee clutching the books in your arms and keeping a good distance between him, his friends, and you. following them from the very back and hoping this would be over soon. every week seunghan would force you to be in charge of the basketballs—fetching them and throwing them back to him so he could make the perfect shot right in the basket. gym.. or sports weren’t your thing and it never will be. you were more of a, let’s take a ride and blast music or let’s go get some ice cream and walk around town kind of guy. seunghan use to be the same when you two were growing up next door to each other. as the years went on he changed and it wasn’t for the best. it was for the worst.

“hey dumbass!”

the sound of seunghan’s deep voice pulled you from the thoughts of the past—quickly setting your books down on the bleachers and running over to him like a puppy. a little obedient puppy that looked desperate.

“I’ve only been calling your name for minutes now. the hell is wrong with you? start getting my balls ready!”

seunghan’s group would laugh at you like usual and say the most fucked up things as if they were god’s gift to this planet. quickly—not wanting him to wait any longer you pushed the cart across the gym and handed him a ball. the ball had an odd black mark across it and he called it his lucky ball. why? the mark came from you. which you didn’t understand why it would be lucky since he hated you so much. his lips curled up into a smirk once you handed him the ball and he made the perfect shot like he always did. he was so perfect.

this continued for hours. seunghan never cared if you wanted to study, go buy a few snacks and be alone, or talk with some classmates about the upcoming exams. he only cared about bullying you and using you as his puppet because he knew you’d do anything he said. at this point the running back and forth had tired you out and your back subconsciously leaned against the gym wall—wanting.. no needing to slide down it and rest.

“get up loser. we aren’t done yet and you know that. why are you being so damn different today? any other day you’re running to make sure I’m satisfied. pissed off at me or something? maybe.. you want something else from me? maybe—like a kiss?”

his words caught you off guard and your body pushed itself off the wall—gently pushing him back by his broad shoulders. “what the fuck? why would you say something like that! weirdo.. you like boys?” what were you even saying? you weren’t too sure about him but you? you loved men. embarrassment filled your veins and a dark pink color came over your cheeks. seunghan quickly caught on and looked around making sure no one was paying attention before he leaned closer to you, forcing you to take a few steps back hitting the wall behind you. head tilting up to look at him. he was so much taller than you.. god you loved it so much.

“don’t fuck around with me yn. I know you’re just a little fruitcake needing to be taken care of but that won’t be from me. don’t even think about any of my friends either. they don’t like dudes nor would they want you.”

a warm tear ran down your flushed cheek. not.. understanding why he was such a dick to you. you pushed at his chest against but he didn’t budge—purposely showing how much stronger he was than you and it was such a turn on. pushing past him with everything you had he allowed you too and you found yourself running out of the gym. seunghan bullied you every single day but words were never said like today.

a few hours later seunghan found himself sitting on the gym floor—covered in sweat. his mind racing with the image of you and just how cute you were today. since a child he knew he liked you. was it love? he wasn’t sure but he needed and wanted you. the way you smiled, got shy and embarrassed so easily, the way you walked was so adorable to him and.. how you treated everyone around you. what a perfect person. he was ruining the perfect relationship he could’ve been having with you because of.. the school and him being one of the most popular students. what would happen if everyone found out about his crush on you? or.. why should he care about what others thought when he’s liked you since you both were children.

the next day was the same. seunghan would continue to pick on you, call you names, call you out in class for not paying attention or worse—staring at him. it was an accident.. really. it was. you had zoned out in his direction and when he threw a pencil at you to get you back to reality it was the worse reality you’ve ever faced. the girls around him would snicker and call you a weirdo for staring so hard at him—but to seunghan he loved it. loved the way your eyes found his and how you only looked at him in such ways. no other guy in the school had your attention like he did. he’d wink at you and you’d turn from such embarrassment.

“are you coming to the party tonight? it’s at seunghan’s I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable but please come?”

the only girl that was kind to you was begging you to go to his party. fuck. with a shrug to your shoulders—you flipped the page in the book and continued to read what was needed for the next exam. the girl groaned and pushed at your shoulder in a playful manner, “oh come on! you’ll be with me! don’t let that jerk bother you so much.” and she was right. all you had to do was ignore him and not let him get under your skin but it was hard when he purposely placed himself near you at all times. if he didn’t have the people around him so manipulated and obsessed with him, they’d think he’s weird for the constant pushing and pulling at you.

“fine!” is all you said to her before getting up from your bed and disappearing into the bathroom. why not.. get ready and look nice for once. everyone saw you as a nerd so maybe this was your time to prove them wrong!

“god you look good..makes me think you fake being a stupid looking nerd. you’re so.. fuckable now.” a groan left your lips at how weird she sounded—not knowing exactly what she meant but maybe that would bring seunghan to you. why did you care? he obviously didn’t like you. another groan left your lips and this time she turned to look around, eyebrows furrowed. “I-I was just annoyed with something..” disappearing into your closet to find something to wear. ripped skinny jeans? maybe not.. that’s so 2016. maybe shorts! god.. you look so stupid. there wasn’t much time so the pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie was your only choice.

“don’t be so nervous! nothing bad will happen. it’s a party and I’m sure everyone will be drunk anyway.”

drunk? everyone was a senior but that wasn’t the appropriate age to drink yet. it wasn’t even legal. at this point you’re sounding like a parent—your parents. ugh. the girl hooked an arm around your own pulling you inside the large home with her. the smell of alcohol, sweat, and smoke filled your nose causing you to cough. “why does it smell so bad in here—” before you could finish your sentence she giggled and looked your way, “why does you sound so innocent.. sheesh.”

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

that deep voice.. you knew all too well. slowly turning to look at seunghan who had a smirk across his cute lips. those lips. you’d do anything to kiss them. “he’s my friend! I wanted him to be here with me now stop being such a dickhead han!” han? since when was she so close to him.. to use a nickname? this weird feeling of anger filled you and it was something you didn’t like or want. who cares if she called him a nickname—your crush on him would never be anything more.

eventually she left your side and you were left to fend for yourself, grabbing a sprite from the cooler and making your way through the large home—pushing past sweaty bodies, people making out, and others passed out on the floor. what a damn mess this was. seunghan.. had his eye on you the entire time. pushing away each girl that came to grind against him or place their filthy hands over his chest. he watched carefully as you moved your head to the music and drank the sprite you got from the cooler. how fucking cute he thought to himself and how cute the outfit was on you. it’s something he’s never seen before and he wanted to see it more often. why not confess? should he? fuck he was in a tough situation of not knowing what to do.

stepping outside to get some fresh air—a sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes enjoying how much quieter it was out with nature. leaning against the railing of the large porch, your lips curled up into a smile once you seen a pretty butterfly stopping at a few flowers that were finally blooming getting ready for the spring. just as you were about to leave the porch a hand slipped around your waist forcing you to turn and face them—seunghan. your eyes widened and.. you couldn’t believe what he was doing. “what the hell are you doing seunghan? g-get off of me..” but he didn’t move. no not at all. why would he? he wanted this.

“I’m tired of pretending, pretty boy. aren’t you tired of pretending you don’t want me as well hm?”

shock. you looked at him in utter shock not believing what he was saying. was this another joke? which friend told him to act like this? you pushed his hand off of you but he brought it back up to your waist instantly and moved his body closer to your own until you two were pressed up against each other—his bulge.. was now touching your own. “s-seunghan this isn’t funny.” but he was serious. he wasn’t laughing like he would be if this was a joke. he wasn’t smiling. you’ve never seen this look on him before and it was confusing. now both of his hands were on your waist and he leaned in to your ear, warm lips touching the lobe—

“meet me upstairs in my room in 5. I mean it.”

seunghan then pressed a quick kiss below your ear and pulled away from you disappearing back in the house. not realizing it.. you’ve been holding your breath the entire time and when he was gone you could finally breathe, chest heaving up and down. holy shit. did that.. actually happen? you weren’t sure why he wanted to see you but why not. after about 5 minutes or what seemed to be 5 minutes—you made your way upstairs and to his room giving it a knock before letting yourself in. seunghan sat on the edge of the bed stroking his clothed cock and patted the seat next to him.

“lock the door.”

it was a demand—so you did. “if you need your dick wet so bad why not ask one of the girls down there.” seunghan could only chuckle at how pissed you sounded. it was quite obvious you were jealous and although you didn’t mean to show it.. it happened that way. his eyes never left your own as you sat down next to him not wanting to look down at.. him touching himself. seunghan scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you into his side, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

“you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. you’ve been on my mind since we were kids. at first I tried to ignore it but.. I just couldn’t. tell me you feel the same way, please? you feel the same way about me baby?”

what? what the hell. you felt as if your heart would beat right out of your chest. no words could form and all you did was stare into oblivion. what do you say to this? to the man who has been bullying you for years now and making your school life miserable. “s-seunghan this is a really fucked up joke.. you know that? stop this.”

“it’s not a damn joke! are you that fucking stupid? I like you loser. I’ve always liked you I just don’t know how to show that or be around you. I’m nervous as fuck and.. can’t properly think when I’m around you. I’ve faked it all to look cool and it’s not right. I want you. I want you so bad I can’t take it anymore.”

and with those words he laid his forehead against yours, free hand resting on your face rubbing away the warm tears that ran down your cheeks. seunghan thought you looked perfect like this.. crying because of him? god he loved it. his lips pressed against your own and it was as if his lips were made for yours—molding together so perfectly. he bit down on your bottom lip forcing his tongue in your mouth when your lips parted and a moan escaped your throat—grabbing your hand and leading it to his hardened cock in his pants.

“look at what you did to me baby.. showing up in such a cute little outfit like this. you look so different and it’s such a good different. I mean—you’re so adorable in the uniform but this? so. fucking. cute.”

your lips curled up into a cute smile—growing shy with the cute and sweet compliments he was showering you in. you groped his cock and rubbed it just like you’d do to your own and his lips parted—a raspy groan leaving them that made your own cock twitch in your pants. it was his turn to feel yours although it was much harder with the jeans on than his sweatpants so he took it upon himself to unbutton your jeans—you gasped. not sure if you were ready for him to see you in such a way yet. I mean.. would it be embarrassing?

“what baby? let me see your pretty cock, hm? I’ll let you see mine. I’m sure it’s the prettiest cock ever. let seunghan see okay? you’ll be okay. I promise.”

the way he spoke about himself in third person was so hot. you slowly nodded your head and helped him get rid of the jeans you were wearing. “such a good boy.” and your cheeks burned growing quite embarrassed by this situation but not in a negative way—it was far from that. this was your dream. you were definitely going to take advantage of this now. it was his turn to take off his pants leaving you both in your underwear. it was so.. intimate. especially with the way he stared at you as if you were the most perfect human alive.

“touch me baby. don’t be afraid, yeah? touch me and I’ll touch you how’s that sound? wanna jerk you off so bad.. you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this and came so hard.”

seunghan wasn’t afraid to admit his feelings and how he thought of you. it was clear he wanted you to know. your hand found his cock and his found yours.. facing each other and slowly jerking each other off. your eyes finally left his to look down at his cock—which was the prettiest. your mouth watered at the sight and you so badly wanted to kiss the pretty dark pink tip. so without thinking about it you pushed his hand off your cock and leaned forward—wrapping your lips around the head and sucking gently. “oh.. oh fuck.” hearing seunghan cruse in such a way was so attractive and you wanted to hear more. his hand reached up to grip your hair keeping your head down and you took more of him into your mouth—down your throat until you gagged slightly from the tip hitting the back of your throat.

“fuck—baby that’s so good. you’re so good at this.”

were you? you weren’t going to tell him this was your first time ever sucking cock before. it was more than embarrassing at this point. you continued to bob your head up and down allowing him to be aggressive and force your head down so you’d take his entire length down your throat, pushing you off allowing you to gasp for needed air. “you’re such a good boy for me. fuck.”

seunghan pulled you by the hair and slammed his lips into yours tasting himself on your perfect lips and tongue that he already adored so much. after a few minutes of making out or what seemed like forever.. he pulled away from you and chuckled. “gonna fuck you so hard that everyone here knows you’re mine.”

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deikshen · 20 hours ago

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Shen Yuan who collects a harem a lot of Luo Binghes-

It's not intentional!! He, well, he's actually happy with his boyfriend. Twenty-something Shen Yuan had a hard time coming out and all, but, hey, Luo Binghe is a wonderful guy. And he loves him. He is his best friend, his favorite person, his most precious, his boyfriend and (he thinks) his future husband.

Then one day a xianxia version of his boyfriend appears at his door? Who calls him Shizun and demands retribution for being mistreated by him in the past? What the hell?

Okay, the resemblance is undeniable. Admittedly, he can only be an out-of-universe version of his boyfriend. With very long hair and xianxia drama robes. And a sword that gives off a lot of bad vibes.

And the Luo Binghe xianxia is here to stay.

This xianxia Binghe and his boyfriend Binghe's relationship is tense. Shen Yuan had to put in a couple of threats here and there to keep them from hitting each other (one is clearly non-human, one is completely human. That alone can lead to ICU visits!!!), and after a few weeks, the dynamic... holds. Hardly.

Xianxia Binghe demands to take Shen Yuan as his wife and empress, and his boyfriend-Binghe cries a little thinking that an orphan like him doesn't have much to offer Shen Yuan, and that he should just accept him. Shen Yuan gets angry with both of them. He's not going to marry any emperor or take control of any kingdom. No thanks! He doesn't even want control of his parents' company shares!

The tension continues, fights, arguments - which literally end one day when, through God knows how, another Luo Binghe appears. But he's adorable! A sweet little fourteen-year-old Xianxia Bunhe full of trauma!

And now, Boyfriend-Binghe and Xianxia-Binghe have a common enemy: Xianxia-Bunhe who clings to Shen Yuan with teary eyes and looks at them maliciously and superiority when Shen Yuan is not in the room. That damn shameless guy!!

Well, at least Shen Yuan is pleased that these two seem to be getting along better now. No matter what the circumstances are.

Other Binghes begin to appear: a Binghe disciple of Bai Zhan without so much trauma but terrible communication problems, a crown prince Binghe spoiled by his father Tianlang-jun (who is easily reduced in a fight against Xianxia-Binghe and Bai-Zhan-Binghe for treating Shen Yuan disrespectfully), a completely Demonic-Binghe, a very Old-Binghe, gray-haired and tired, even a Raised-In-Brothel-Binghe who looks uncomfortable wearing anything but sheer clothing!! Many Binghes, all with their emotional baggage and traumas, giving in to him like little lambs in need of love!!

Shen Yuan doesn't understand anything. He just... Look, he's living with his boyfriend, the original Luo Binghe for him, he WANTS privacy, not to have so many alternate versions of him in his house!! Even if they are adorable, or arrogant, or irritating!! Shen Yuan wants his life back. With his boyfriend!! To do boyfriend things and... That's it!! Is that so hard to understand!?

Then, fuck it. If there are SO MANY Binghes from so many universes... There must be more of himself in their own universes!! Just... They need to take a look!!! Open their eyes! The sword of Xianxia-Binghe can clearly traverse universes, they can search for their own Shen Yuan!!

... But they all confirm that they have not been able to find someone like him in their respective universes. Shen Yuan takes a breath, has a chat with his boyfriend about interdimensional vacations, and says, fuck it. We're going to go to all your universes and find your own other me.

Even if it means going through universes and confronting all their dramatic plots! Shen Yuan will recover his chill life with his boyfriend or perish in the attempt!!

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corroded-hellfire · 2 days ago

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imagining luke comforting eliza about no longer being the baby of the family when the twins arrive🥺

I managed to merge this with some ideas I’ve had jotted down so thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: pregnant!reader

Words: 3k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The house has had an aura of chaos over it this past week. It’s only been this past week that you’ve been living in the house as well. You never thought moving would be so hard. When you moved into your apartment for college, you only needed to box up some things from your bedroom at home and lug your clothes over in a suitcase. Then, moving in with Eddie and the boys at their apartment was also a breeze. Most of the furniture didn’t need to come with you since Eddie had his own, so it was left to Jess, who stayed in the apartment.

The move from the apartment to the last house was a little hectic, you have to admit. You’d only been responsible for your belongings before, but now there were four people who needed to get organized and packed up. When two of those people are Ryan and Luke Munson, it adds a whole other layer of insanity. Plus, that was the first time you needed to get a proper moving truck. It felt like your first real move as an adult, all the furniture coming along with you for the first time.

But this latest move puts all of the others to shame. Packing up the house was especially rough when the ones who had to do it were a grown man who works a full-time job, a pregnant woman carrying twins who continually exhaust her, one teenage boy who seems to always be at SAT prep, another teenage boy who has a different sport’s practice every other day, and a feisty little girl who was very particular about which of her stuffed animals could go into boxes with other stuffed animals. Oliver the Otter and Penelope the Pig could not be close to each other, according to your daughter. Not until Oliver apologized for hurting Penelope’s feelings, anyway.

The stress wore on each family member differently, in different degrees. Coping mechanisms–or lack thereof–also varied from person to person. School and all its extracurriculars and obligations kept both boys pretty occupied with other things. Especially Luke, since he could use any of his athletic endeavors to release any irritation or melancholy. The physical demands of Eddie’s job also gave him a good outlet to work out any stressors. Your husband tends to take on your stress, though, as he knows your body is already going through a lot before this whole moving ordeal. He makes a point of doing small things for you every day, like rubbing your back or running out to get the flavor of ice cream you’re craving. Occasionally, he’ll ask Ryan to make the ice cream run while he’s busy rubbing your back. Ryan doesn’t care one bit; he’s still in the glee stage after getting his license and being able to drive around on his own.

The little girl in the house is too young to have any solid coping mechanisms. You try to give her as much attention as possible to get her through this stressful time, but you’re not physically able to do as much as you’d like. Her father and brothers do a great job whenever they’re home, though. Still, Eliza has her moments that seem so overwhelming.

An unusually free Saturday afternoon for Luke allows him to stumble upon one of these times. He’s heading from the living room to the kitchen when he notices his little sister sitting on the top step of the staircase, her back to him.

“What’s up, tiny-size Elize?”

Luke comes to a halt when he sees his sister’s hunched shoulders. The carefree smile slips off his face as he leans in closer and sees her hugging her tight-clad knees to her chest. Her head is bowed, and her curls are falling against her cheeks.

“Hey…” He trots down a few steps so he can sit on the top stair right next to her. Now that Luke can see her face, he takes in her pinched frown and furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head brusquely, wild halo of curls bouncing with the motion. Her silence only adds to Luke’s concerns. The words “Eliza” and “silent” are never used in the same sentence without a “not” in between them.

“Is it the new house?” Luke tries.

Again, she shakes her head. Luke twists his lips to the side as he tries to come up with other possible irritants.

“Is one of your stuffies missing again?”

He knew that would get a head shake even before she made the motion—there would have been colossal tears if a beloved stuffy was lost.

“Daddy or Mama say something that upset you?”

Shake of the head.

“Did Ryan do something? Wait—did I?”

Another shake of the head and Luke sighs.

“Does it have something to do with the babies?”

Luke doesn’t think she’s going to respond at first. There’s a long moment of hesitation before Eliza finally nods her head.

“What is it?” Luke asks. “What’s bothering you about the babies?”

Eliza turns her head and looks up at her big brother with wide, worried eyes. Luke can’t remember the last time she seemed so concerned or downtrodden.

“I’m not gonna be the baby no more.” There’s a slight wobble in her voice.

“Ah.” Luke nods in understanding. “What about it makes you sad?”

The little girl lets out a deflated sigh, and her arms fall to her sides.

“I like being the baby! I don’t wanna be a big sister, I wanna be the little one.”

“Hey, c’mere.” He wraps his arm around her shoulders and jostles her gently. “You’ll always be my little sister. And Ryan’s.”

“But I won’t be the baby,” she sighs.

“Well, no.” Luke gnaws on his bottom lip, now at a loss. He wracks his brain trying to think of something comforting to say to her before she can stew too long in the thought. His back straightens as an obvious memory comes back to him. “I know how you feel. I was the baby before you came along.”

Eliza’s brow furrows, and an adorable pout puckers her lips.

“You didn’t want me to be born?” Her voice shakes, and it sparks a panic in her older brother’s mind.

“What? No! I mean, of course, I wanted you to be born.” Luke leans in and squeezes her against his side. “You remember how excited you were when you realized there were gonna be new babies? I was just as excited when I learned you were going to be born. Maybe more! You know, Ryan and I actually asked for a little brother or sister years before you came around.”

“Really?” The fear in her eyes has faded into interest, and Luke internally sighs in relief.

“Really.” He nods. “I couldn’t wait for you to be here. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t get kind of sad about not being the baby anymore. I had been the youngest for, like, ten years.”

“That’s long time.”

“I know,” Luke agrees. “As excited as I was for you to be born, it was still a big change and change is scary. Like moving to this house and now having two new babies around is change and it’s scary. Right?”

Eliza nods, letting her body slump against her brother’s.

“And I know you’re excited for the twins even if you don’t like the idea of not being the baby anymore. Huh?”

“Yeah,” she agrees.

“And you’ll see, soon you won’t be able to imagine your life without the twins. I can’t imagine my life if you hadn’t been born. It would be so boring!”

That brings a small smile to Eliza’s face. There’s the adoration she knows and loves.

“And I think you’re kind of lucky,” Luke continues. “You’re going to be the only one who has two older siblings and two younger siblings.”

“I get to be a little sister and a big sister,” she says softly.

“Yes! It’s kind of like a club you and I get to be in.” Luke nudges her playfully. “I guess technically whichever twin is born first will also have an older and a younger sibling too, but it’s mostly just you and me! We’re the coolest ones.”

“I thought twins was born at the same time,” Eliza says, confusion pinching her cherubic face.

“I mean…yeah.” Luke taps the fingers on his right hand against the step he’s sitting on. How does he explain this without getting into where babies come from? He can’t even fathom the reactions from you and Eddie if Eliza started asking questions about the birds and the bees because of him. “They’re born very close together,” Luke tries. “Like, Ryan was born two years before me. But the twins will be born minutes apart. And they’re in Mama’s belly at the same time.”

“So,” Eliza starts, her mind trying to put the pieces together, “you and Ryan weren’t in Mama’s belly at the same time?”

“Well, remember, we weren’t in Mama’s belly. Ryan and I were born to someone else. But no, Ryan and I weren’t in her belly at the same time.”

“Right.”

Luke thanks God she doesn’t continue down that road either. She knows the basics of how her older brothers were born to a different mom, but it’s just a part of her normal everyday life that it hasn’t occurred to her that this doesn’t happen in every family.

“Oh!” A thought pops into Luke’s head. “Remember when we went to get Patch for the first time? How there were lots of puppies there with their mom?”

“Yeah. Five.”

“So, all of those puppies were like the twins. All born together but not at the exact same time.”

“What if Mama has five babies in her belly?”

Eliza’s eyes are as wide as they can physically be, Luke thinks. He laughs and shakes his head.

“I don’t think so,” he says. “Remember we saw the picture of the babies in Mama’s tummy? And there were only two?”

“Oh yeah. Why I don’t have a twin?”

“Because God knew we couldn’t handle that,” he jokes, chuckling at her furrowed brow. “Because twins don’t happen a lot. It’s like when we go to the pizza place, and you put the quarters in the gumball machine. You always want the purple one, but most times you get other colors.”

“So…I’m the pink gumball then.”

“Yes!” Luke breathes a sigh of relief that his analogy made sense to her. He didn’t have another one in his back pocket ready to go. “And I’m the blue one and Ryan is the green. Sometimes those ones come out, and sometimes the purple does. Sometimes there’s one baby and sometimes there’s two.”

“Like Chip and Dale,” Eliza says.

“Or Zack and Cody.”

“It gonna be two boys?”

“We don’t know,” Luke answers with a shrug. “Could be two boys, two girls, or one of each.”

“Thing One and Thing Two!”

“Phil and Lil! Wait. Oh my God, I think I have to tell the old folks about that one because I love it.” Luke grins.

“I told Mama if there’s a girl, she should be named Aurora like Sleeping Beauty,” Eliza says.

“Ooh, I like this game.” Luke picks Eliza up and sits her in his lap so he can lean against the stair railing. “Ryan picked out your name so we should come up with some good ones for the twins.”

“Yes!” Excitement brightens the four-year-old’s face, and she clasps her hands together under her chin. “Aurora and Ariel!”

“Are all of these names going to be princesses?” He quirks an eyebrow at her.

“Maybe.” She shrugs, a devious little smile growing on her face.

“What about the princes? Philip and Charming? Or Beast!” Luke’s hands wrap around Eliza’s middle, and he digs his fingers into her ribs. She squeals in laughter and squirms around on his lap.

The shrill noise has you popping your head out of the laundry room to see what’s going on. The sight of the two siblings laughing together makes your heart as warm as the clothes you’re pulling out of the dryer. You load up the laundry basket and hold it on your hip as you approach the two.

“What’s going on here?”

“We thinking of names for the twins!” Eliza kneels on Luke’s thighs to look at you properly. The pain makes Luke wince, and he lifts the small girl off of him.

“Oh yeah?” you ask with a chuckle.

“Yeah!” Eliza taps her chin in thought as she takes one step up to be on the level floor with you. “Tweedledee and Tweedledum!”

“Nah,” Luke says as he pushes himself up to his feet. “Dad calls me and Ryan that.”

Eliza huffs and you shake your head in amusement.

“Okay, well, come help me fold these clothes and I’ll listen to your ideas.”

Both of your children follow you to your room where you dump the clean laundry out onto your bed. Eliza climbs up on your side of the bed and crawls over to the warm pile. You know that whatever she folds will need to be refolded, but you appreciate her effort. Luke snatches up one of his own t-shirts as he stands at the foot of the bed.

“I like Phil and Lil,” your son tells you.

“Hmm, what? Your dad doesn’t call you guys ‘Rugrats’ enough already?”

“They’re great names,” Luke defends with a shrug. “Or you can go more formal with Philip and Lillian.”

“Philip and Charming!” Eliza echoes her brother’s previous joke.

“Thief,” Luke says. “Oh! What about Luke and Leia?”

When your fourteen-year-old looks at you with pure excitement in his eyes, you put down the maternity dress you're folding and stare at him. The expression doesn’t leave his face, so you raise an eyebrow. He raises his eyebrows in return, in question of why you’re staring at him.

“Luke. You want to name them Luke and Leia?”

His eyes fall closed, and his hand comes up to smack against his forehead. Eliza is so tickled by her brother’s blunder that her small body falls against your pillows from laughing so hard.

“No one tells Dad or Ryan.” Luke’s jaw tightens as his eyes burn into yours, then Eliza’s.

“Tells me what?” Eddie asks as he strolls into the room. He takes in his son’s pink cheeks, his daughter burying her face into the bed to smother her ferocious giggles, and his wife biting her lip to keep from laughing herself. “What’d Luke do?”

“Nothing,” the boy answers instantly.

“It’s what he said!” Eliza squeals.

Luke throws an Indianapolis Colts hoodie at her, which covers most of her body.

“Anyway,” Luke announces, voice loud and strained.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, and you subtly nod your head at him, letting him know you’ll fill him in later. Little does Luke know that his father made the very same error a few weeks ago when discussing baby names. They really are the same person.

“We’re coming up with names for the twins.” Luke hopes the reminder will get Eliza back on track.

“What? Like, Mary-Kate and Ashley?” Eddie asks, picking a pair of jeans out of the laundry pile.

“Who?” Eliza asks as she pokes her head out from under the cerulean sweatshirt.

“Jesus, way to make me feel old,” Luke groans.

“What about Fred and George?” you joke.

“Oh, are we going to have ginger siblings?” Luke asks in an exaggerated British accent.

Eliza gasps and flops back against the few items of clothes that she’s “folded.”

“They’ll look like Mia!” she squeaks out. “Or Aunt Max!”

“All redheads don’t look alike, you know.” Now you toss something at your daughter, her own pink skirt plopping down right on her face.

“I know!” She yanks the article of clothing away so she can tilt her head to stick her tongue out at you. You reply in kind, which makes Eliza smile.

“Name them Wanda and Pietro,” Luke suggests, struggling to fold the bath towel in his arms.

“Who?” Eliza asks again.

“They’re superheroes!” Luke explains.

“Which ones?” Eddie asks, his forehead scrunching as he tries to remember the names. He feels as if he’s failing in his nerd knowledge.

“Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.”

“Scarlet is the first thing to come out of your mouth that I actually like,” you say.

“Oop, let me add that to the list.” Eddie finishes folding the pair of boxers in his hands before pulling out the top drawer of his nightstand. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as he takes out a notepad and a pen. He scribbles something about halfway down the paper.

“What’s that?” Luke asks.

“We’ve got a list of names going,” you explain.

“We’ve got a bunch here since we don’t know if we’ll need two boys’ names, two girls’ names, or one of each,” Eddie adds.

“Is Aurora on there?” Eliza pushes herself up onto her knees and cranes her neck in an attempt to see what’s written on the paper—never mind that she is just learning how to read.

“Yes, it is.” Eddie turns the pad around and taps the name with the pen to prove it to your daughter.

“Good.” She nods in approval.

From your bedroom at the end of the hall, you hear the front door squeak open. The jangle of Patch’s leash lets you know it’s Ryan home from walking the dog. Though he’s still a puppy, Patch’s paws have grown to give you a glimpse of how big he’ll be when he’s full-grown. Those large paws make a racket as they thump up the staircase and towards your room. Having the advantage of a running start, Patch leaps into the air the moment he passes the threshold into your room. He lands smack dab in the middle of the clean clothes, sending stray items everywhere.

Eliza laughs and lurches forward to bury her face in Patch’s fur. Still worked up from his walk, Patch doesn’t stay still for the display of affection. He spins around and licks all over Eliza’s face. Her laugh only becomes louder as she squeezes her eyes shut.

Eddie chuckles and drapes an arm across your shoulders.

“Can you believe we’re adding twins to this circus?” he asks.

Though the question was pointed at you, Luke answers.

“No, I can’t. What were you two thinking?”

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Toji x Reader - Liar!

Hi guys. First smut uploaded. It's Toji, so hope you enjoy. --MINORS DNI-- Tags: smut, anal, vaginal, doggy, teasing, not noncon but he "forgets" lube (oops), established relationship, other things...

Your boyfriend’s an ass man, through and through. He’d slap your ass when doing menial tasks, slap it when you’d walk past, he’d even grab a handful of it in public-- really shameless guy. So when the day came and you mustered up enough courage to finally let him try anal, he was over the moon. Though you were really rethinking your decision after you found out that he had--

“No lube!? What are you? Crazy!?” You yell, towel wrapped snugly around your chest, your skin still moist with warm water droplets trickling down your shoulders.

“Oh yeah, slipped my mind,” He'd chuckle, the scar on his lips stretching alongside his smile.

He's a sick man. Truly, truly sick man.

You sized him up as he sat on your shared bed, comfortably shifting in his boxers without a care in the world. Would that even feel good for him? No! It doesn’t matter. Fuck what would feel good for him, what about you!?

You suck your teeth, facing your back towards him. “Y’know, on second thought, maybe we’ll postpone it a little longer…”

You hear your bed creak, followed by a soft grunt and sucking of teeth.

“Y/N, don’t do this. You know I’m just messin’ with you,” He coos, garnering your attention back to him.

You watch as your boyfriend bends down to access the drawer to your nightstand, and among the cigarettes, condoms, and many other things, a bottle of lube sits.

You sigh, your body becoming hot as you avoid his gaze.

“Fine…”

With a soft chuckle, he spreads his legs and pats his thigh to coo you over, “Come'ere.”

You obey, following his command with little hesitation. Once you approach him, his hands immediately make their way to the small of your back before curving down over your butt.

“You gonna take off this towel?”

“If you ask nicely,” You respond, your hands resting on his shoulders.

He furrows his brows, sucking his teeth before caving in to your request.

“Come on, pretty. Please?”

With a breathy laugh, you unwrap the towel from your chest, and within a matter of seconds, it's slipped down past your waist, pooling onto the floor beneath you. Your hands, once again, settle on his shoulders, your fingers rubbing circles against his skin.

He takes a few moments to admire your body before acting on impulse and pulling you into his lap. His hands massage the moistened, plaint flesh of your ass, and he wastes no time pressing kisses against your collarbone.

You hug your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his jet black hair as you would with a stuffed animal. He smells so good... It’s so sweet and floral and… well- it smells just like your conditioner… The very same conditioner you told him to stop using because he’d waste it all.

The grip you hold on his head loosens, and you look down at him with furrowed brows. In turn, he gazes at you through his long, black, lashes, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he continues to mold and spread your ass with heavy hands.

“Toji, I told you to stop using my conditioner.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t act dumb,” You hiss in response.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Uh-Huh.”

You feel him buck his hips up into you while he holds your ass down against his lap. Feeling the girth through his boxers makes you shiver. Knowing what he has planned, it feels like your first time again, and the butterflies in your stomach enhance that feeling.

He continues to roll his hips into you, his growing erection throbbing once you begin to mirror his movements with gentle rocks of your hips. The thin fabric of his boxers does nothing to mask his print, and it does even less when stained with your slick.

You feel two of his fingers hook underneath your ass and prod at your entrance, your juices gathering on his fingers as you continue to rut onto him. Your breathing quickens once you feel him executing the next part of his plan, thick fingers spreading your essence against your back hole.

“C-Come on,” You whine, slowing down your movements, “You’re so impatient.”

“Mm-mm, just wanna get you ready. Keep movin’, pretty.”

With his palm, he hits your ass, your skin rippling like waves underneath his hand. You want to be bratty, but you’re at the mercy of temptation, and therefore, bound to its prize.

As you continue to roll onto him, he prods and teases your back entrance, fingers daring to dip inside each time you glide back into his hand. It’s in one instance that both his fingers press into you, resulting in a strained whine emitting from your throat. Your movement stops, your ass clenching around the tips of his fingers at the foreign sensation.

“T-Toji, seriously, y-you need lube…”

Your boyfriend shushes you, pressing tender kisses against your chest as he does so. He pulls you into him as he falls back into the mattress, his free hand squeezing your cheek to spread you apart further.

“You’re worryin’ too much. Relax, alright? I’ll take care of ya. Won’t hurt a bit.”

Even if he’s lying, the soft cadence of his voice tricks you into believing him. It’s so gentle, so soothing-- a calming lull that pulls you into a world of delusions.

You nod your head, lips quivering as his fingers continue to push into you. You don’t have enough strength to hold yourself above him, so you collapse into his muscular chest, whimpering a mix of pain and pleasure into the crook of his neck. He manages to push the first joint of his fingers into you. It’s a burning pain, slightly soothed by your essence coating him.

“You’re doin’ well,” He smirks, finally unlatching the hand holding your butt to pet the back of your head, “See? You took two fingers, ain’t that somethin’?”

You shake your head in response, feeling yourself clench around nothing. It hurts, but all the same, it feels so good.

“Barely…” You murmur in response, the apples of your cheeks burning, “I can’t take a lot… s-so…”

“So?”

You trail off, trembling as the remainder of his fingers pull out of you.

“Don’t worry about it, doll, I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, promise.”

He’s your boyfriend, sure, but he's also a liar. And he's too good a liar.

The hand on your head trails down your back, slithering underneath you to nudge you up while his other hand pulls his boxers down past his length, and underneath his balls. His length springs up, slapping against your belly once free. You can’t help but wince at the sensation.

“Mmhm…” You bite your bottom lip as he positions you over his cock. It’s sticky, a mix of you and his pre, leaving a veil of glaze over the shaft.

He hooks his hands underneath your thighs to get a better hold on you, positioning your entrance over the tip of his dick.

With an easy push, he slides you onto his length, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as you wiggle yourself down his shaft.

“Sit up,” He commands, letting go of your thighs to admire your waist with his hands. Of course, you listen, sitting upright on his length, allowing him to fully bottom out inside you. Your walls clench around him, and you exhale shakily. He fits oh-so snugly inside of you.

“S'Like you were made for me,” He chuckles, his shaft throbbing within the warm, velvety caverns of your walls.

Toji leans forward, planting a tender kiss between your breasts. His hands glide up and down your sides rhythmically as he does. They’re warm and heavy, calloused and firm.

He then leans back down into the mattress, fingers dipping securely into your waist, “Get to it.”

“Toji…” You whine, brows furrowing in annoyance, “You’re so lazy.”

“Me? Lazy?” He questions with a slight head tilt, a knowing smile stretching onto his scarred lips. “Nah. Just love it when you ride me. It’s cute.”

“Uh-huh.”

His hips buck into you, skin crashing against yours with a soft plap.

“Get to it.”

You huff, placing your hands onto his chest for support before you lift yourself up and drop yourself back onto your boyfriend’s length. You start slow, soft pants and moans escaping you. But even as you begin to pick up the pace, it’s not fast enough. Not for him anyway. With each guiding hand movement, you feel the urgency in his grip grow.

“I-If you’re so impatient,” You whine, your voice strained, “Then y-you do it…”

“Yeah? This your excuse to get me to do all the work?” He grunts. You know he’s only teasing you; his true desire is to hear you beg for him.

And as spoiled as he is, you spoil him even more, nodding at his question and giving in to his desires.

“Mmh… p-please, Toji.”

“Please, what?”

“Please… fuck me.”

There it is. That look. That cocky little expression that lets you know he got exactly what he wanted out of you.

His hands smooth down over your ass, fingers hooking underneath your butt before his palm slides with them. His feet plant themselves on your fluffy blankets, knees pointing upward. And without a moment to rest, his hips piston up into you. Thrust after thrust, his relentless pace doesn’t slow; it turns your brain to mush.

With little energy to keep holding yourself, you once again collapse into his chest, giving him leeway to fuck your sopping cunt deeper, harder, faster.

You sing his name with a melodic tune, cries of pleasure laced with the pain of how he’s unabashedly using you. It’s almost drowned by the drenched noises gushing from your pussy, and the loud plaps of skin against skin. Though he’s not very vocal, his soft grunts tell you that he’s enjoying this. And oh is he enjoying this.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel your release building up inside of you, the pot in your stomach filling-- ready to bubble and tip over at any moment.

“P-Please d-don’t.. ssstop…” You moan into the crook of his neck, hands gripping the sheets underneath him.

“M-mmhm… Don’t worry…” He groans out in response, his thick fingers gripping the plump flesh of your ass, “Pretty girl, d-doin’ so good…”

You nod against him, your cunt fluttering around his length as the knot in your core reaches its peak before bursting and tipping over. Your body spasms against him, walls tightening before gushing rings of white down his shaft.

As your whines turn to cries, your eyes gloss over, and you sniffle and bite your lip in an attempt to hush yourself.

“F-Fuck, you’re cute,” He chuckles, hips still rutting into you to help you ride out the last waves of your orgasm.

Your trembling turns into twitching as the afterglow of your orgasm settles in, soon stopping altogether. Both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, chests rising and falling in sync.

“Y-You didn’t cum…” You finally say, softly. You look up at him, tired eyes gazing into his. You can’t help but reach your hand out, your gentle touch smoothing over the scar on his lips.

“And you need t'shave,” You mumble, the stubble above his lip prickling the tips of your fingers.

“Yeah. Yeah,” He laughs, giving you the same response for both comments.

“I’ll do it later,” He huffs, sitting up while keeping you snug on his lap.

“Mm, shaving, or?”

He shakes his head, “Both. You ain’t sittin’ here thinkin’ I forgot, did you?”

Your cheeks flush, and you bury your head into his neck to avoid his gaze, “You can just cum twice, y’know…” You mumble against his skin, voice muffled.

Your boyfriend laughs in response, his fingers weaving into your hair to ease you away from him, “Yeah, could. But that’s tiring. Would rather commit to comin’ in your ass.”

Taking his hint, you pull away, looking directly into his eyes.

“God, you’re vile.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “You’re super gross.”

“Aww, don’t say that, doll. You’ll hurt my feelings.”

He smiles, planting a kiss against your cheek, his hand still entangled in your hair.

“Now c’mon. Get up and turn that pretty ass around for me.”

“Be nice,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“Please.”

You giggle, leaning back into him to kiss him once more. His hand untangles from your hair, and he gives your butt a gentle squeeze as you lift yourself off of him.

You involuntarily moan as you unlatch from the tip, his dick springing against his stomach once you do.

Your legs shake as you stand naked before him, ready to collapse back onto the bed at any moment. But you hold strong, getting on your mattress on all fours to ready yourself for him. It’s humiliating, but the embarrassment gives you a slight rush that makes you lightheaded.

You hear him shuffle behind you before his length slides up and down your sensitive pussy, gathering more of you onto him.

“Y-You got the lube, right?” You stutter, body twitching every time his head bumps against your swollen clit.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

Liar.

“Toji, I-I didn’t hear the drawer…”

“Pretty girl goin’ deaf huh?”

“Toji…”

You feel the tip of his cock slide past your back entrance, and it makes you shudder. You once again clench over nothing in anticipation.

“Relax. I told you I’d make ya comfortable.”

“You promised me.”

“Sorry, promised, ya.”

You groan in annoyance, sliding the upper half of your body further down the bed. You bury your head into your arms, closing your eyes and deciding to trust him, just like you’ve always done.

Once again, you feel his cock slide past your virgin entrance, and it makes you jolt. You’re so nervous you’re trembling, but your boyfriend rubs his thumb over your ass in an attempt to comfort you.

“You ready?”

“D-Don’t warn me, you’ll make me anxious.”

You hear him snicker behind you. You can tell he isn’t taking you seriously…

“If I didn’t warn ya, you’d get mad at me for it.”

“Mm…”

You ignore him, opting to snuggle your face deeper into the fort you’ve made with your arms.

Your breath hitches, and it’s then that you feel the tip of his girthy length press against your backside.

“Toji…” You mewl, becoming stiff in preparation for the foreign feeling.

“Mmhm…”

As you suck in his tip, your breath hitches, and you feel yourself choke out a sob.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He purrs, his heavy hands sliding up from your ass to your waist, “You already took the best part.” As weird as the feeling is, you feel your pussy continue to beg for attention, clenching and squeezing.

He waits for you to become adjusted to him before he pushes further into you, all the while talking you through it.

“Just like that, doll. God, you’re tight, so good. All for me, too, huh?”

You nod your head, whining and sobbing through it. And before you know it, he’s bottomed out inside you. God, it’s weird. It hurts, it stretches you, but it also feels so damn good.

“T-Toji…” You sniffle, finally becoming accustomed to him being there.

“Mm?”

“F-Feel’s good…” You mutter weakly, looking back at him.

“Yeah?”

You nod, wiggling your hips against him once you hide yourself in your arm cave again.

“Yeah…”

“Good.”

Taking your positive words as an opportunity to start moving, he does exactly that. He pulls himself partially out before slamming oh-so-deep into you. Even with that half-assed thrust, you cry, your heart racing as he does it again. And again, and again…

Each thrust warrants a moan louder than the last, and at some point he has to lean forward to push your head further into your arms to muffle you.

“Y-Y’gonna wake up the n-neighbors…” He groans, muscular chest pressing against your sweaty back.

You knew he was close already, but to feel him release inside you-- long, thick ropes of cum painting your insides, it’s a shock. His hips stutter, and his groans become soft whines as you milk out the remainder of his seed into your ass.

“S-Shit Y/N,” he laughs, becoming semi-flaccid once he's ridden out his orgasm.

Your brain’s melted. You feel so hot, so dizzy-- all you can do is mumble out incoherent babble in response.

“Mmhm, hear you, babe.”

While one hand remains on your waist, the other snakes back down to your butt, around your thigh, and settles on your clit. It’s slick with the essence that’s been dripping throughout.

“You weren’t lyin’,” He teases, rubbing long, loose circles around your bud, “Feels good, huh?”

You quickly nod your head, eyes welling with tears from the intensity of the pleasure.

Despite the babbling and begging, you manage to whine out one thing.

“Wanna c-cum, p-please Toji…” You feel so warm, so euphoric, and you need more of it. You don’t care if you’re being greedy, just one more time. One more is all you need.

“I hear ya,” He chuckles. The circles he’s rubbing into you become tighter, faster. In no time, he picks up where he left off, indulging in his desires once again.

With each thrust, you feel his member become harder, throbbing with the need to release again. The mix of your juices and his cum make it effortless for him to slide in and out of you. God it feels so fucking good, so good you can’t help but fuck back into him-- hips wiggling and bouncing with reckless abandon.

You didn’t expect it to feel this good. You thought he’d lie to you. But as he, once again, talks you through it; low, soft and reassuring, you remember that despite the fact he’s a dick-- oh man, is he a dick, he’s with you. And you’re his. All his.

The two of you release around the same time, hot ropes of white filling you once more as you gush around nothing, your slick dripping down and pooling onto the sheets below you.

“Y/N, y’did so good…” He huffs, leaning forward to press sloppy kisses against your back.

“M-Mmh…”

You aren’t able to create coherent thoughts, let alone coherent sentences. To this, he laughs, sitting up to pull out of you. And it’s then, when he’s pulled out of you, that you finally collapse onto the sheets.

He snuggles up behind you, embracing you into his torso as your chest rises and falls. The two of you lay in silence. Sweaty, gross, all of it. But it doesn’t matter, you’re more relaxed than you’ve ever been right now. Another shower can wait.

“Love you…” You murmur, your fingers trailing against the muscular arms that cage you against your boyfriend.

He doesn’t respond, and so you repeat it again, louder, “I love you.”

…Still no response.

You gently tap his arm, mumbling out his name in annoyance. Though, instead of hearing a, “You too,” you hear a soft snore. It’s not uncommon for this to happen, but you thought he’d have more to say.

Still, you don’t mind. You decide to close your eyes, falling asleep in his arms. Maybe you should trust him a little more…

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