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sometimesanalice · 10 months ago

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I Like Your Cinema

Synopsis: Bradley wasn’t sure why you wanted to see the movie again, especially when neither one of you had particularly liked it the first time you’d seen it together. But when you’re tugging down his zipper, things start to make a lot more sense.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw X Female Reader

Length: 6K

Warnings: Unapologetic Smut (minors dni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the 'Like I Can Universe', but can be read on it's own! )

Bradley wasn’t expecting to find himself rolling up to the mostly empty movie theater parking lot at 11am on a sunny Saturday morning. But here he was.

He’d had to exercise more self-control than he knew he was capable of when you’d all but skipped out his front door wearing the tightest pair of jeans he’d ever seen. It was all he could do to follow after you to the Bronco, his eyes glued to all of your denim clad curves, instead of pulling you right back into bed with him like he wanted to.

In the passenger’s seat next to him, you’re surprisingly upbeat for someone who was only running off of two cups of coffee instead of the usual three you needed to become a semblance of a functional human being. You’d happily hummed along to the songs playing on the radio the whole ride to the theater.

The two of you had already seen the movie a few weeks ago. It had been fine, but they’d clearly used the funniest moments in the trailer as a way to get people in the seats. It wasn’t one he was particularly interested in seeing again in theaters, but he’d never been good at refusing you. Not when he was younger and certainly not now. So if you wanted to see it he’d be there seated right next to you, just the way he liked to be.

Although Bradley was still trying to remember just when last night it was that the two of you had talked about going to see a matinee showing of it again. He can only guess that it must have slipped his mind after the way you’d come on his mouth.

Less than an hour ago you were hustling him into the shower, he was thinking he was about to get lucky until you’d told him to hurry up or the two of you would be late.

“Wait, late for what, kid?” he’d asked confused. To his knowledge other than meeting up with Mav and Penny for dinner later that night, your Saturday was wonderfully free of plans.

He was getting used to having more morning of waking up with you than less. In his bed, in your bed. There was nothing he like more than feeling all your warm skin under his palm before the sun was up. After so many years on hard beds, it was your softness he was always seeking out still half asleep before getting up for the day.

He’s learned so many things about you from a lifetime of friendship, but he’s only had a couple of months learning what makes you sigh and gasp and keen and come.

It was one thing to know that you weren’t a morning person, regardless of how much you claimed you to be one, and another to see your adorably sleepy pout first thing in the morning with the pillow crease still etched on your cheek.

Bradley liked knowing what your preferred brand of toothpaste was and how many steps were in your bedtime routine. For as well as he’s always known you, there was so much more to discover and he was loving every new bit of you he got to uncover.

He liked your cozy apartment filled with all your pretty things and framed pictures on the walls. He’d never thought of getting a rug for in front of the sink in the kitchen until he was doing the dishes one night at your place, that night he’d ordered one for himself. However, he’d rather see your impressive shoe collection next to his minimal assortment of boots and sneakers in the closet of his condo.

More often than not, you were coming to his place with a tote bag full of your things, spare clothes and travel sized products. He didn’t want you to feel like a visitor passing through, he wanted to be your home. He was still working out how to ask you to move in with him, but he’ll figure it out. He always does.

He wanted more mornings, more nights, more days with you.

“For the movie,” you’d said slowly, looking at him deliberately. Tilting your head at him like his confusion was confusing you.

“Sweet girl, what movie? When did we talk about this? I literally don’t remember.”

The exasperated sigh that came out of you would have been funny if he hadn’t been wracking his brain trying to catch up with something he didn’t realize he was missing to begin with.

“Bradley, come on,” you huffed, petulantly, “We talked about it before bed last night. You said you’d come with me, I already bought the tickets for it.” You wiggle your phone at him like it’ll somehow help to jog his memory.

Well, that explains it. You’d done a number on him last night.

“Last night, huh?” he smirked, grabbing your hips and pulling you to him, “Was this before or after I coaxed you into sitting on my face?” Bradley chuckled at the bashful look that coasted over your face as you shoved at his shoulder lightly, but he’d just tugged you in closer, “Awh, c’mon, don’t get shy on me. It was hot.”

He liked being the one that gets to make you all flustered.

You just shook your head at him, not taking the bait, “It was after.”

“Well if it was after then you can’t blame me for not retaining that conversation. You should know by now that you can’t hold me to whatever comes out of my mouth when I’m still pussy dru-”

“Don’t be crass,” you’d tutted at him, tugging at the hem of his worn Navy shirt.

He slides his thumbs under your shirt, letting them skim over the soft skin above your underwear, “We both know how much you like this mouth, especially when it’s ‘crass’.”

You’d hummed at him- admitting nothing, denying nothing - before a mischievous grin overtook your face, “That’s a good a tidbit to know though, seems like the kind of thing that could work in my favor for the future.”

Those dimples would be the end of him.

“Troublemaker,” he’d said, pulling off his shirt and dropping it onto the bathroom floor.

You weren’t subtle about the way you checked him out, “What are you going to do about it?”

The sweatpants came off next and your eyes weren’t anywhere near his face when he replied, “Come get in the shower with me and I’ll show you real quick.”

You’d sauntered up to him slowly. And for a moment he thought you were going to reach for his cock, instead you’d grabbed a fluffy white towel and pressed it into his chest, “Not going to happen, Bradshaw. We’ve got a date with seats F9 and F10 in 40 minutes. Chop-chop, pretty boy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Although, it didn’t stop him from snapping the towel at your ass when you’d spun away in your triumph.

He’s given up trying to remember the conversation from the night before or when you bought the tickets because you are happily tugging him towards the doors to the theater and he’d do just about anything to see the pretty curve of your smile.

Including seeing the action comedy that had one too many explosion sequences and a car that ends up in space for whatever reason.

The last time he made a fuss about you not letting him be the one to buy something for the two of you, you’d given him a look that had nearly pinned him to the damn wall and then said: “Don’t be a caveman. It’s not the 1950’s, I am allowed buy you things too.”

He’d hate to be called anti-feminist, so he was trying to get better about letting you pamper him in your own ways. But that didn’t stop him from trying to be the first one to reach for a credit card every chance he got. You were his girl and he couldn’t help himself.

Bradley opens the door for you and is hit with the smell of freshly popped popcorn. He looks down at you in time to watch as your nose scrunches the same way it always has in all the years that he’s known you.

Once the tickets on your phone are scanned by the yawning teen at the podium in the lobby entry, you’re lacing your fingers between his again, “Let’s get some snacks.”

“How are you even hungry right now?” He’d made the two of you a big breakfast to recoup some energy after being thoroughly worn out by you last night. So he doesn’t know how you even have junk food on the brain right now.

“We’re at the movie theater, Bradley, we’re legally required to get something with some Red Dye 40 and an obscene amount of sugar in it.”

“My bad, you’re right.”

“Of course, I am,” you preen.

He huffs an amused laugh as you lead him to concessions stand. It’s early enough that there’s only one person working the counter. The two of you get in line behind the family with three small kids who have their faces and little hands pressed against the glass display with all the colorful boxes of candies excitedly making their selections.

Bradley is watching as you mull over the choices on the flat screen TVs displaying the theaters offerings, your lips quirked to the side deep in thought. As he watches you, it dawns on him that the two of you will have plenty of time after the movie to run a few errands before they meet Mav and Penny for dinner.

“Hey, I was thinking about getting for a new dresser. I think mine might be too small now that all my things are here in San Diego now. If you’re up for it afterwards, do you want to come help me pick one out? Anything outside of IKEA is bit outside my area of expertise.”

With your help over the last few months, he’s been picking up a few new things to make his place feel more like a home and less like something temporary. Like some throw pillow for the couch, some nicer towels for the bathroom that all match. All little things but he liked that your fingerprints were all over his place even when you weren’t there with him.

“Oh yeah?” you say as you turn your face to look up at him, eyes alight with interest, “I’d be happy to, it’ll be fun! I can think of at least 5 places off the top of my head. You’re in good hands, trust me.”

“Don’t I know it,” he winks and drops a kiss on your cheek.

When it’s your turn to order you get a Cherry Coke for yourself and a Root Beer for him. Along with a bag of gummy bears, a box of Milk Duds, and a packet of Red Vines. But it’s your final request that surprises him.

“Oh, and a large popcorn, please,” you say with a smile.

He peers down at you quizzically, “But you hate popcorn.”

“What are you talking about? No, I don’t.” He just gives you a skeptical lift of his eyebrow. “Ok, maybe in the past,” you allow, with a little nonchalant shrug of your shoulder, “But today I want some, it sounds good.”

Bradley has never in his life seen you eat anything other than the homemade stuff from on a stovetop, but at the determined tip of your chin he isn’t about to press it. You’ve always been the type of girl who knows what she wants. And gets it.

“Whatever you want, kid,” he says handing over his credit card to the girl behind the counter. Feeling more than a little pleased with himself as she swipes it since you’re still trying to reach for your wallet in your purse.

You smile and shake your head at him as you press that overly large bucket of popcorn into his chest for him to take, it’s shiny and yellow with artificial butter. You grab a stack of the thin, single-ply napkins and stuff them into your purse before grabbing the rest of the goods from off the fingerprint covered counter.

He trails after you popping a few salty buttery pieces into his mouth, admiring the curve of your ass in those jeans. His own personal preshow entertainment.

The seats you had grabbed were to the left side in the very back row of one of the smaller theaters that are usually reserved for movies about to hit on-demand and streaming services. Bradley can’t say he’s too surprised that the zoom kaboom movie isn’t going to have a long theatrical run.

It doesn’t escape his notice the way you set his drink in the cup holder on the left side of his assigned seat, your own soda going into the cup holder on your right before you settle into your own seat. It’s the little things you do for him, like putting his cup on his dominant side or stocking the fridge at your place with his favorite beer, that make him fall more and more for you every day.

The two of you get competitive when the movie trivia segment plays. You’re a split second faster than him blurting out Matt Damon in Ocean’s Twelve and securing your win against him. Your victory shimmy in your seat is cut short when a man comes walking down the aisle heading towards the front row of the theater.

Bradley plays a couple rounds of the beer pong game on his phone that you always tease him about in between eating handfuls of popcorn waiting for the lights to dim and the movie to start. He offers you the bucket, but you press it back towards him and tell him you’ll have some later.

He thinks he catches the movie app with the seating chart from the corner of his eye, but you’re probably just closing it out from using it to get the tickets scanned earlier. But you’re more fidgety than normal. It’s only after he clocks you pulling your phone for the third time that he asks, “You seem antsy, you ok?”

“I’m just excited to see the movie again,” you reply, putting your phone on airplane mode and tucking it back into your purse.

“I didn’t realize you liked it so much.”

“Well, I did. I think you’ll like it more this time too, it takes at least two watches to catch all the nuances.”

“I didn’t realize a Kevin Hart movie could have so many layers,” he jokes as the lights turn down.

“You shush, it’s starting.”

As the opening sequence plays, you push up the armrest between the two of you to lean your head on his shoulder, curling into him as much as you can. When you rest your hand on his stomach he decides this might be his new favorite way to spend a Saturday morning, with you pressed against him in a darkened room and breathing in the smell of your shampoo.

Bradley isn’t surprised in the least when you turn down his offer of popcorn again 20 minutes later when it’s revealed the best friend in the movie is actually a rogue CIA agent. He smirks to himself when you push until its resting on top of the thigh furthest away from you. He couldn’t wait to tease you about it after the movie was over.

As the movie builds to the first big action sequence, your hand slowly slides lower down his stomach. It’s all he can to do try and focus on the movie in hopes of distracting himself from getting a hard-on like some horny teenager rather than the grown ass man that he is.

But then right as the chase scene through the crowded streets of London starts, you’re popping open the button on his jeans and tugging down his zipper.

And then you’re pulling out his now very hard cock.

“Oh, shit.”

Your delicate fingers are teasing along the length of him with a featherlight touch. He couldn’t care less about the half a million-dollar car on screen that’s on its way to the junkyard with the way it’s getting destroyed, and is entirely enthralled by the way your hand looks loosely wrapped around his cock as you toy with him.

“This ok?” you ask quietly, in a way that has him wanting to flutter his eyes closed. Your thumb sweeps slowly along under the flare of his head in the way you know he likes.

He’s always been a bit adventurous, he likes the adrenaline rush both in the air and on the ground, and he was learning you were too. You’d never come so quick for him as you did the night in the parking lot of the Hard Deck when the fire alarm went off unexpectedly causing everyone to start flooding out as you were riding his cock in the driver’s seat of the Bronco.

Bradley had never been more thankful to have arrived late enough that he’d had to park on the other side of the dumpsters. The only person who was allowed to see you undone and unraveled was him.

“So fucking ok, sweet girl,” he rasps as soundlessly as he can. The one other person in the theater with them is quite a few rows ahead of them, but he wasn’t about to give away what was going on in the back row of Auditorium 17 at the AMC Chula Vista 10.

“Shh, don’t you know talking during a movie is rude, Bradley?” you whisper into the shell of his ear. And god does he want to laugh, but he has to grit his teeth together to hold back the moan he’s desperate to release when you more firmly grasp him in your hand.

He already knows that is something that’s going to keep him occupied on those nights the two of you spend apart. Something to dream about on a cramped bunk bed on a carrier in the middle of the ocean when he is thousands of miles away from you.

You and your pleased smile and your hand on his cock.

There’s no way he could have prepared himself for the way you lean over him and lick up the length of him with a broad stroke of your tongue.

You’ve got one hand at the base of him and the other braced on his thigh supporting you. He’s clutching at the rim of that damn bucket of popcorn like it’s a lifeline as you drop wet, open mouthed kisses along his cock.

His pulse is thrumming in his throat and he can’t quite remember how to push the air out of his lungs. He’s had years of learning specialized breathing techniques and it all flies out of his mind at the stroke of your hand and the bob of your head and the swirl of your tongue.

Bradley is desperate to see you face, there’s nothing he loves more than looking into your eyes when you’re treating him to your perfect mouth. It’s not possible at this angle, but he gathers your hair into his fist so that he can see your lips stretched around him. He’s not guiding your motions, he just wants a better look at you. Even in the dimly lit auditorium, he can see how spit-slicked you’ve gotten him.

You’re taking as much of him as you can, with each dip of your head more and more of him disappears into your hot mouth.

And when he hits the back of your throat he nearly loses his mind.

“Jesus,” he curses up to the ceiling, throwing his head back and trying not to pant. Thankfully in time with some explosion on screen and he knows without a doubt that you’d done it at that moment on purpose.

You pull off of him and the string of spit glinting between your lips and his cock is going to fuel his one-handed fodder for the next month. He watches in rapt until its pulled taut enough to break. Your lips are shiny and wet, there’s a satisfied smile on your face as you take him in, still pumping him with your hand.

Your teeth graze his earlobe, and goosebumps erupt along his forearms. Your words hushed so that only he could hear them. Only meant for him. “God, Bradley, you’re so good to me. You’ve always been so good to me.”

“Sweet girl,” he whispers, roughly. His chest is tight with his sheer want of you.

You kiss his cheek, “Just enjoy the movie, Bradley.” Your hand is gliding up and down his shaft easily, your thumb skimming over his sensitive head on every upstroke.

Your tongue dips out to lave at the divot at the base of his neck and you nudge him with your nose in a silent request. He leans his head back along the red velvet seat and angles himself away to give you all the access to column of his throat. With his eyes tightly squeezed closed, every touch feels that much more heightened to him. Your hot breath on his throat is at stark contrast to the air conditioning wafting through the auditorium.

The feel of your lips mouthing and sucking and licking along him is worth any shit he’d get if he goes onto base on Monday wearing your handiwork on his neck. He’d do those extra push-ups with pride.

He looks down to where your hand is working him in smooth strokes, your fingertips not touching until they reach the from ridge of the head of his cock. He knows he’s not small by any means, but in your hands he looks huge.

It feels so wrong and so right. The movie is loud enough to cover any slick sounds your hand is making and the other person is far enough away that there’s no way the two of you will be caught, not above the surround sound of screeching tires on pavement and the shattering of glass.

Your lips graze his ear, “You always know just what I need and what to say. You make feel so seen and so special.” With every generous word, his heart hammers harder and harder against his ribs. Your sweet voice and your hand working his cock have him dizzy with need. “And it’s not just me. I don’t miss the way you check to see if anyone else needs a drink before you go to get another one or the way you’re always the first to help when someone needs an extra set of hands. It’s so hot the way you take care of everyone.”

Bradley’s face feels warm, he’s sure he’s flushed pink. He’s trying to keep his breathing under control, but you’re making it difficult for him. He’s never shied away from the praise that comes with his career, he’s worked and sacrificed for that. But with you, he never wants to stop earning it from you.

“You’re so damn handsome,” you hum, your lips brushing over one of the scars on his neck, the ones he’s never told you the full story about just how he got them. “I’ve never been so desperate for someone before, I want you all the time. I didn’t know it could be like this, Bradley. I lo-like you so much.”

He breathes your name unevenly.

He didn’t realize how hungry he was for those three words from you until just now. He’s loved you his whole life, in the affectionate way that friends do, but it’s been increasingly clear to him over these last few months that he is also in love with you.

Bradley already knew he was never going to feel the same way about anyone else the way he feels about you.

He’s never felt more himself than he does with you. You know the best parts of him and the worst, you’ve been there and seen it all. He doesn’t have to just be Rooster or Lieutenant Bradshaw all the time. He can just be.

It’s never been like this for him before either. He’s always orbited around your sun, but now you’re his whole universe.

He loses himself to the sound of your voice and pretty praise, soft and low, and to the feel of your lips and tongue on his skin as you work his cock in the way that he knows is going to have him seeing stars soon.

Bradley can feel your grin against his neck right before you drag your teeth down the column of his throat, “No one has ever fucked me as good as you do. I’ve never come so hard as I do with you.”

He has to swallow down the groan that almost escapes him as he jerks into your hand as a tidal wave of masculine pride crashes into him.

Damn right you do.

You are his girl.

He knows your body. He knows you.

His. His. His.

Yours. Yours. Yours.

A cough from the front of the auditorium startles the both of you. The tension makes his throat tight, but when it’s followed by a sniffle rather than a second more pointed noise, the two of you know you’re safe to continue.

“Bradley.” He can hear the request in the way you say his name. With no minimal effort, he cracks his eyes open and turns his head to you. Half of your pretty face is illuminated by the movie playing in front of the two of you.

Holding his gaze, you slowly stick your shiny, pink tongue out to him and he almost comes on the spot.

He can see the playful dare in your eyes and the wicked curve of the corners of your mouth around your waiting tongue.

You know exactly what you are doing to him. A menace, his favorite menace.

His favorite person.

Bradley leans over and cups your jaw in his hand, his thumb skimming along your cheek right before he spits into your open mouth.

You let him admire his handiwork for a moment and then you wink at him.

It’s in that instant that he knows he’s played right into your winning hand because you’re leaning back down over his cock and letting the combination of his spit and yours drip right on to the top of him.

The two of you watch as the thick dribble slowly slides off and down, down guided by the thick vein along the length of him.

When it reaches the base of his cock, your mouth is chasing after it as you take him right down to the hilt.

His stomach and thighs are tensing with the strain of holding himself back when you hollow your cheeks around him. He almost doesn’t want to give in just yet, but the feel of your soft lips and the firm strokes of your hand on him is just too good.

That pressure that has been steadily building behind his bellybutton is too hard to ignore. He’s so close now. You must be able to tell he’s right there too because you’re humming around him in that way that makes his lower stomach and inner thighs coil in anticipation. He reaches for your leg, driven by the overwhelming need to touch you. Bradley can feel all your soothing warmth through your painted on jeans under his palm.

And with a tricky twist of your wrist at the base of his cock as you tongue at the firm ridge of him, he spills into your perfect mouth as you finish him off.

Bradley’s mind goes blank with pleasure as it hits him like a sucker punch.

It’s intense. It’s a rush. It’s all because of you.

Spent and sated he melts further into the comfortable movie theater seat as you clean what cum you couldn’t swallow with your tongue, laving at him until you were content before tucking him back into his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t know how he made it through that without sending that giant bucket of popcorn to the floor, but the rim of it is noticeable crumbled on one side. He balances it on his leg as he adjusts himself and rebuttons his jeans.

When he looks over at you, you’re popping a Milk Dud into your mouth like a prize for a job well done. And you grin widely at him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, affectionately pulling you back to him. He kisses the top of your head as you tuck yourself into his chest, that box of candy clutched in your hand.

The rest of the movie passes in a hazy blur as his heartrate returns to normal while he plays with the ends of your hair.

He tries offering you the popcorn again, but once again you push it away. This time he does laugh and you tilt your head up and press a soft kiss at the base of his throat. He can’t help but smile to himself every time you hold up one of the chocolate-covered caramel candies up for him to eat, your eyes never leaving the screen.

And this time, he’s not even annoyed when they misidentify the Immelmann Turn for a Barrel Roll Attack. Although how they got a Pontiac Fiero airborne is still beyond him.

When the man in the front row leaves as the credits start rolling he turns to you, “Well, you were right, sweet girl. I think that might be my new favorite movie.”

Your smile is beaming, but your laugh is even brighter.

He still can’t believe that just happened, but he’s already planning to preorder the damn collector’s edition Blu-ray the second he can. “Can I ask what brought that on?”

“You keep trying to get handsy with me at the library, but you know I can’t desecrate the books. Knowledge is power, Bradley. But I figured this was something you might like too.”

“Are you telling me you brought me here for the sole purpose of getting me off in the back row, kid?

“I am and I did,” you preen.

Bradley chuckles and leans over for a kiss. It’s soft and sweet.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes, grinning he asks, “So you like me, huh?” He knows he’s probably pressing his luck, but he’s willing to take a gamble if it means he gets to hear that from you again.

You press you lips together trying to fight back your own smile, “I’m not saying those three words to you for the first time after blowing you in the back row of an AMC, Bradshaw.”

“Is it just the AMC then?” he teases, setting his bucket of popcorn to the side before pulling you into his lap. Your knees balanced on the seats to either side of him as you settle on him, “Because we could hit up a Regal if that’s more your speed. Or-”

“Bradley,” you laugh, trying to cover his mouth with your hand.

He catches it in his and presses a quick kiss to your palm, “And what if I told you I like you too? Would that change anything?”

It’s no secret what he really means. He knows what almost slipped out of your mouth. But if you’re not quite ready to say it then he can be patient. You’re more than worth the wait.

Bradley sees the way your eyes light up and the way your smile gets even wider only a sliver of a second before you’re ducking down to eagerly kiss him.

For a moment he feels like he is a teenager again, making out with his girlfriend in the back of a movie theater without anyone around. Wild and reckless and carefree.

Your hands slide up his chest and into his hair, your nails on his scalp have him sinking further into the seat. His hands grip your ass, just like the way he’s by dying to touch you since he saw you in them this morning. He takes advantage of your gasp to slide his tongue against yours. He didn’t know that happiness tasted like the Cherry Coke you had been sipping on, but it does and he can’t get enough of it.

He probably would have kept on kissing you if it were for the pointed clearly of a throat that has the two of you flying apart like you’ve both been electrocuted. The teen standing in the aisle just awkwardly lifts up the broom and dust pan.

You bite your lip to keep from giggling at getting caught as you scramble off of his lap collecting your things, hastily shoving the candy back in your purse and babbling a sorry, sorry that he personally didn’t think sounded too terribly apologetic. He’s quick to follow your lead, checking his pockets to make sure he still had his wallet and keys, not forgetting to grab that large cardboard popcorn bucket as you head for the double doors to the auditorium.

The two of you manage to keep it together until the swinging door closes behind and then you’re bursting out into a fit of laughter in the hallway.

“Oh my god, Bradley, I’m mortified,” you giggle into his chest, “We can never come back here.”

“Nah, I’m sure that’s not the first time that kid has busted people for necking in the back row. Plus this is the best reviewed AMC in the area,” he says with a grin, dropping his arm over your shoulders. “Hey, I’ve still got at least half a bucket of popcorn left should we make it a double feature? I’m more than happy to return the favor. Those jeans of yours might make it a little difficult, but I’m up for the challenge.” He gives you a playfully suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe next time,” you grin, reaching up and threading your fingers through his to tug him towards the exit. “I am worried we might be arrested for public indecency if we stay here a second longer.”

He tosses the popcorn bucket into the trash as the two of you pass by the concession stand on your way out.

“Ok, kid, but I have to know, why did you order the biggest size they had if you weren’t going to eat it too? We both know you hate movie theater popcorn.”

“You’re not allowed to tease me if I tell you.”

“I promise not to tease you,” he says holding open the door for you.

“I thought it might help to block any potential wandering eyes,” you admit, blushingly, “Just in case, there was any last-minute Kevin Hart super fans who wanted to go to a matinee first thing in the morning.”

He tips his head back and laughs, “She’s smart and pretty.”

“And you like me for it,” you say, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Oh, I more than like you for it, sweet girl,” he confirms.

Any other plans he had for the day are forgotten when you press him against the Bronco for another thorough kiss.

It was a miracle the two of you weren’t late meeting Penny and Mav later that night.

He still wants to get a new dresser, he wants you to have a place to put things in his home. But if his girlfriend wants to spend the rest of their Saturday in bed together, who is he to deny you.

Not when he knows you like him.

You don’t make him wait long to hear it though.

They are the first three words he heard out of your mouth the next morning.

And it is without a doubt the best thing he’s ever heard in his life.

Nothing has ever felt as easy or as right to him as it does saying it back to you against your smiling lips.

I love you I love you I love you I love you

Shout out to the AMC Chula Vista 10! They're the real MVP here. Bradley and Sweet Girl definitely return, and the next time she wears a dress 🤗

A big thank you to Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for being the ultimate hype girl, I know when the vibes are right when the ALL CAPS come out. Ames (@laracrofted) you saved the day with the color edit for the banner, thank you! And Elle (@callsignspark), you know what you did and I thank you for letting me join you on the 'spit in my mouth' agenda, haha!

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roseychains · 6 months ago

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Make him jealous ~

A/n: entirely self indulgent.

C/w: written by a minor!, porn with minimal plot, marking, nipple play, fingering, oral (r!receiving), kissing, praise, gentle, idfk.

2 weeks. That’s exactly how long it had been since your now ex had suddenly cut contact with you. A long relationship you poured your heart into for months, gone without a second though, leaving you void, unable to enjoy anything. It was like you were a shell of the fun loving person you used to be. The joy sucked out, and all that remained was a sad, confused girl who was all but betrayed by the man she loved the most.

You hardly made it through the day without tearing up atleast a little. Everything hurt. It hurt even more when your friend, shoko, has shown you photos of your ex and his new girl. Cuddling in bed, his arm around her waist it was sensual. Your frustrations came pouring out to her. It hurt that you meant so little to him, he could move on so quick, he wasn’t hurting like you were. You wanted him to care, to hurt, to be jealous.

The topic continued to your lunch break, where you met up with 2 more of your colleagues, Gojo and geto. Your frustration seemed to radiate to the rest of the group, the 3 of them vocalizing their distain for the man, that you deserve better, he deserves to hurt, it’s almost like they wanted him to suffer more than you. But in truth, you just wanted him to realize what he lost, to make him jealous.

The sexual tension was thick. Talking about how you needed someone to mark you up and post it on media, to be fucked till you forget, to feel loved again, right in front of your 3 friends, all eyeing you like hungry predators ready to devour their prey. They were so tired of seeing you sad, watching as you slowly lost motivation and will power for all the thighs you used to love. So if anyone was going to do something about it, let it be them. They will make you feel better, like friends do.

Eventually, Gojo took the initiative to finally offer up his services. “I mean, you know the three of us would be more than happy too, you just say the word it will all be yours~” you felt yourself twitch with excitement, almost like a fantasy, to be in between the most attractive people you know. It wasn’t just you, they wanted you too, maybe even more so. Anything for their dear friend.

Finally, the trio came to a plan. They were going to dress you up, take you out, feed you, and fuck you till you feel nothing but pleasure. Then hold you tight till you fall asleep together. It began Saturday morning, breakfast Gojo paid for. You ordered pancakes, that satoru ended up sneaking a few bites of. Next, you were off to the mall.

It was fun, riding the carousel, getting small snacks here and there, but the real event was when you made it over to a high end store with gorgeous dresses. The boys had ran off, but shoko kept her hand in yours guiding you through the store and picking out dresses for you to try. She even came in the changing room to help you sip them, and give you her opinion.

One thing lead to another, she found herself getting handsy with your delicate body, her hands that had previously helped you slip in and out of your clothes was now tracking down your abdomen and dangerously close to your heat, covered only by lacey panties. You gasped as she began toying with your clit through the fabric, her other hand coming up to cover your mouth. “You wouldn’t want to get caught right? Be a good girl and keep it down”, she’d whisper sensually in your ear.

Her words shot right down to your cunt, throbbing with need. She wasted no time to slip her long fingers inside the hem, now. Rubbing them along your slit, feeling your wetness. “Your so fucking wet, my fingers are drenched baby. I can tell you want this.” You felt your eyes roll back against your skull as she plunged two long fingers inside your hole, giving you only a moment to adjust before roughly curling them inside you repeatedly.

Her assault on your core had your legs weak, threatening to fall down. “Careful, baby.” As she helped you to the small chair, fingers still deep inside you. She moves her mouth to leave small love bites on your neck, proof of what the two of you had done in the dressing room. Your hands flew up to hold on her shoulders as you felt yourself reaching your high. “Are you close? Go on then. Let me feel you.”

Your legs shook as you came on her fingers, and your sounds where muffled by her hand covering your mouth. After you came down from your orgasm, dress long forgotten, you put your clothes back on and left with the dress that you and liked the most, face still red and flustered from your exchange in the dressing room. Shoko held your hand as you made your way back to the boys.

The marks on your neck where painfully present, “with out me?” Gojo whined, earning him a smack on the side from geto. “Today isn’t about you, satoru. Anyway, shall we, princess?” His gaze, now back on you offering a gentle hand as you continued your day, until yourself and the trio made your way to the club. After sitting at the bar for a minute, drink in hand you made your way to the floor with the boys, shoko content with her drink.

You were face to face with Gojo, and his hand caressed your face. “You look so beautiful tonight, you know that?” Brushing the hair of your face with his fingers. You giggled and thanked him. He grabbed your chin, and leaned down into your ear, “I can’t wait to show you just how beautiful I think you are~” you felt shivers run up your spine, ones that where only exemplified as you felt a second pair of hands meet on your hips, getos face on the other side of your face behind you.

You were sandwiched between the two large men, you felt your heart facing. There hands roamed your body as much as public decency would allow them, peppering you with gentle kisses on your jawline and collar. As the night went on, the two men could feel themselves losing restraint, shoko getting needy as well. And after a few hours, they escorted you back to the car where the three of you arrived at the closest house, gojos, and hurried inside.

As soon as all of you stepped in, Gojos lips where immediately on yours, practically moaning into your mouth. Geto pulled him off, “let’s take this upstairs. Tonight is all about you, baby.” He picked you up bridal style the other two close behind, and paced to the master bedroom, an Alaskan king easily enough for the four of you. Conferring with you one last time that this was what you wanted, their clothes were being tossed on the floor. You moved your hands to lift up your dress, but Gojo quickly grabbed your wrists. “Let us do it, you don’t have to move a muscle tonight for that?” You nodded, as geto grabbed your dress lifting it over your head, and shoko unclamped your bra, your breasts falling on your chests. You were then layed on your back, and your stocking pulled off your legs, leaving you bare in front of them.

Shoko was the first to move. She grabbed your face and kissed you passionately, tongue diving into your mouth. she then trailed kissed down your neck before reaching your tits. “Fucking gorgeous girl.” She popped one of your buds into her mouth, swirling it around while grabbing your other, fondling your chest.

Meanwhile, the boys layed down settled between your legs, your thighs on either side of their faces. With one hand, both held up your leg and started on your thighs, kissing and sucking on them before they both meet at your heat. Suguru went first, pressing a kiss too your clit before taking the bud into his mouth, “mmm s’ good” he mumbled into your cunt. Satoru took his fingers up to your hole, teasing your entrance before gently pushing in two fingers, making your back arch into shoko. “Careful, sweetie. Tell me if you need anything to change mkay?” Gojo reassured as he began pumping his fingers in and out.

Shoko continued her work on your chest, occasionally letting up to take your mouth in hers, sucking up all your moans, when she remembered your earlier words, reaching for her phone. She held it up enough to show off all the marks on your neck and collar, without getting your boobs in the shot. She snapped the photo, kissed your cheek and hit post.

Geto was making sloppy work of your cunt, eating you out like his life depends on it. His moth was ravenous, mumbling praises here and there relishing in your taste. “Could eat you like this forever, fuck.” Satoru was busy fingering you and kissing every inch of your body, his other hand rubbing gentle shapes into your thigh. “You’re so fucking pretty. We don’t deserve you.”

The combination of stimulation quickly accumulated, you tried to let out a warning before you came, shaking and arching off the bed. On nights like these, one time was enough, and you just wanted to sleep now.

“Do you want a bath? Something to drink?” Geto questioned. “No,” you murmured, “just get me some clothes and hold me till I’m asleep.” And so they did. You lay in the middle, shoko cradling you on one side, satoru the other, and geto holding onto both you and shoko.

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hellfirecvnt · 6 months ago

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Preoccupied

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader pt. 4

Summary: A plan is hatching, sure. You and Lee can't stay focused. What are you two thinking about?

Warnings: ***Sex, drunk sex, drunk driving is bad but don't lose the plot here, riding

Notes: I'm changing the plot and timeline and shit so it's more fun to read and so I don't rip off other writers!

Read part one here. // Part two here. // Part three here. // Part five here.

Monday morning pries through the window like the hands of a thief as it snatches away your blissful sleep before your alarm. You sit up in your bed and extend into a long, pleasant stretch. You pull your blanket around you and a certain lingering scent of cologne takes over your senses. You close your eyes and relive Friday night.

"Do you wanna come back to my place?" You're unsure what possessed you to be so bold. Lee raises his eyebrows, a sly smile spread across his lips. The car ride is full of palpable tension, you nearly chew your lip clean off. The second you two drunken fools step out of the car, his lips are on yours. Desperate hands cling to any part of your body he can grasp.

Lee pins you to the car, and soft moans escape from both of you as you move your heads in sync. You trip and fumble over each other as you make your way to the door, nearly entirely without breaking the kiss. You finally get the lock unhatched and burst through the front entrance of your home. You both stumble inside and finally, your faces separate, only to catch your breath. Lee stares at you, carefully studying the features of your face as if he's not sure if this is real or not.

You lead him to your bedroom and lightly shove him so he sits on the bed. He watches you with a buzzed grin, amazed by you. You plant another long, hungry kiss on his lips before lowering to your knees in front of him.

"Oh... Oh!" He's excited by your initiative, watching as your delicate hands unfasten his belt and work to free his still-swelling erection.

You blink yourself out of the memory when you hear your alarm go off.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim aloud, shaken from your blissful reminiscing. After silencing the alarm, you get ready for the day. Lee Russell consumed your every thought all morning. Something about your inability to know how that night ended for him makes you nervous to see him today. All you know is he was gone by Saturday morning when you woke up. You're not sure how to feel.

You park your car and release a stressed sigh. There's no getting around it. If last night was a drunken mistake for Lee, that's just something you have to accept and move on from. Preferably fast. You step in the door and greet the other staff as you pass by. Just as you're about to round the desk and take your seat, the young teacher from the other day approaches you.

"Hey, Y/N," he chimes, more familiar than you recall giving him permission to be.

"Hello, Mr. Hayden," you speak with a tone meant to hint at your disapproval of his overly friendly manner.

"Some of the teachers were talking and they said you got drinks with Gamby and Russell," he laughs. "I'm so sorry, that must've been hell." He's not wrong, you recall Dr. Brown pissing on a cop car.

"I happened to run into them there, yes. I left before they did, though. Thank you for your... Apology?" You knit your brow and attempt to disengage from the conversation.

"Well," Bill steps in front of you again, demanding your attention. "I just wanted to let you know, me and the other teachers do payday drinks every Friday. You're welcome to come. It might be a little better... Conversation wise." Mr. Hayden laughs at his own quip and you stare straight faced.

"That won't be necessary, Hayden. Ms. Y/L/N is in good hands." Lee appears from nowhere, slipping a long, nimble arm around your shoulder as he stands next to you. "Let's all get back to work, shall we? Bell's about to ring." He sassily bobs his head, staring daggers into Bill Hayden. The teacher glances at you and then back to Lee before rolling his eyes and heading to his classroom. The bell rings just a moment after he rounds the corner.

"Lee Russell, to the rescue." You smile up at him as he frees you from his close-knit grasp.

"Good morning, darlin'. You sleep well?" He tilts his head playfully, subtly looking for the answer in your eyes.

"Like a baby," you laugh, nervous from the way he's looking at you. He's fighting tooth and nail inside to keep his behavior professional, only because apparently Super Intendant Haas plans to make a surprise visit after Dr. Brown "mysteriously" put in her resignation letter after meeting with her early this morning by the train tracks.

"Don't look at me with those big doe eyes, sweetheart. You know Haas can't see me with an underling. We'll both get fired."

"An underling? Harsh. You were the one under me," you joke, quietly, taking your seat behind your desk. You lean forward, keeping your eyes locked with his, pushing your breasts together as you pull your blouse down to tease him. Lee's eyes widen for just a moment as he glances down to your chest.

"Keep it in your pants, Y/L/N. I'll make it worth your while." He winks before disappearing into his office. Behind that door, Lee closes the wide sets of blinds, closing off visibility inside his small, glass-walled office. In the dim light, he leans back in his chair, a distressed hand readjusting his pants as his mind drifts off to memories of the weekend.

Your large, shining eyes glare up at him from where you kneel with one gentle hand wrapped around his shaft. Your hand sits perfectly still and yet his breathing is still shuddered, just seeing you touch him like this. His eyes roll back as you begin to work your hand up and down with a firm grip. You smile, proud of the reaction you're getting. You take it a step further and lick a firm stripe up his length from base to tip.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," he groans, reaching a hand down to wrap a fist in your hair. You position your pouting lips at the tip of his cock, leaving gentle kisses before allowing him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, occasionally taking a new position to take him deeper and deeper into your throat. He's well endowed, and tears prickle at your eyes as you push yourself to your limit trying to please him.

He holds the fist of of your hair firmly, forcing you into a rhythm of his choice. When he pushes you too far, you moan in protest against his skin. The vibration is enough to send him over the edge right then.

"Shhh, shhh," he whispers. "Can't believe this dirty little fuckin' mouth of yours." He throws his head back, basking in the warmth of your mouth for a few seconds longer before roughly pulling you away from him altogether. "Get on the bed, sweetheart."

A hard knock at Lee's office door returns him to reality. He's quick to grant entry to whoever waits outside and in walks Super Intendant Haas.

Back at your desk, you're on the phone with an inquiring parent and Gamby zooms past you.

"Shut the fuck up, Y/L/N, I'm in a meeting!" he says, lightning fast, as he beelines for Lee's office door. The three men have their meeting and you can't help but glance back at the closed blinds every so often, wondering what they're talking about. It's obvious to you that Belinda is done for, her entire reputation lies in the volatile hands of Lee Russell. So what could be going on behind that door?

When the three men finally emerge, all is quiet. Neal and Lee usher Haas to the door and bid him a pleasant farewell. You wait patiently for either of them to speak up as they approach your desk, but they're just grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, Y/N. Looks like our efforts weren't in vain-" Lee starts, but Gamby excitedly cuts him off.

"You're looking at your new principals." He says proudly.

"Principals? Like with an 's'?" You clarify, having never heard of an arrangement like this before.

"We're co-interim, temporarily." Lee leans against your desk. His favorite pastime. "He's gonna send some guys to 'keep an eye on things' until they appoint a new principal that isn't that sorry cunt, Dr. Brown."

"So it seems you two need babysitters, huh?" You laugh, teasing them. Just then, the doors open and Haas re-enters.

"Mr. Russell, Mr. Gamby. I need a moment." He leads the two men to the main office, luckily for you, you can hear into that office. It's muffled, but since the blinds are open, you're able to read their lips to make up for what's too quiet to hear.

Haas sits at the principal's desk and exhales a breath of stress. Gamby and Russell quickly take their seats and listen.

"Dr. Brown's situation is... Upsetting." Haas drones on.

"Oh, no..." You whisper, seemingly catching on before the Vice Principals.

"Belinda Brown has taken a job as the neighboring district's high school principal." The news hit the two idiotic men like a ton of bricks.

At the end of their meeting, Lee and Neal usher Super Intendant Haas to the door. They wave him off with reassuring smiles that drop the second he's out of sight.

"We are so fucked, Gamby!" Lee wails.

"Shut up!" Neal barks. "I just need time to think!" Both men beeline for the office. You follow them inside the large Principal's office and close the door behind you.

"What's the big deal? She's not your boss anymore." You ask, perplexed by all the drama.

"She's going to make our lives at North Jackson a living hell! You saw the way she maneuvered that ball game! We're fucked!"

"Calm the fuck down, Russell. We just need to convince her to move cities." Gamby starts working out a plot. "Maybe we head up in her neighborhood at night, fire off a few rounds to keep the property values low." He uses his hand to mimic shooting into the air.

"Mr. Gamby... No..." You place a friendly hand on his, reeling him back from that preposterous idea.

"It's not like Russell's helping us!"

"I am trying, motherfucker!" Lee falls silent again for just a moment. "She's a mom. She isn't gonna want to stay somewhere that doesn't feel safe for her kids."

"Okay, let's shoot at her kids."

"Gamby!" You and Lee both scold him at the same time, shutting him down yet again.

"Let's stage a robbery," you say as a light bulb illuminates above your head. "Get into her house, rough it up a little, and get out. What kind of mother would keep her kids in a neighborhood like that?"

Your two bosses consider your plan, weighing their options. You watch the rays of the sun shift through the multiple windows, time seems to be slowing down in this moment of intense stress.

"That might work," Lee mumbles, already seeming to calm down, relieved by this idea.

"You want us to break into her home? That's against the law." Gamby looks at both of you, disappointed.

"So is shooting at her fucking kids, numbnuts." Lee slings a stray piece of paper at Neal and he swats it away.

"Fuck you, I'm not robbing anybody." The morally confused man stands firm.

"We don't have to take anything, we just have to barely rough the place up and convince her it's not safe to raise a family here. Don't be a baby," you taunt playfully, but as usual, he can't seem to take it that way.

"I'm not being a baby. You're a fuckin' baby. Don't fucking- everybody just shut the fuck up! We'll get in, get out, and never speak of it again, alright?" Gamby essentially relays the exact same plan back to you. You roll your eyes, agreeing just to shut him up.

A few days later, that Friday, North Jackson is to have a game against Belinda's new school, Percival. She's always made it a point to attend every game her school plays, but she will definitely be attending this one.

"Tonight's the night, Y/N," Lee takes his perch, leaned against your desk.

"Tonight is the night, Mr. Russell." You nod sarcastically and charismatically.

"You sure you want to get entangled in all this extremely sexy danger?" He straightens his tie. You laugh at his joke, but mostly you're just happy to see him. Happy to talk to him.

"It was my idea, Lee." You laugh, furrowing your brows.

"And what a good idea it is, darlin'." He disappears to follow behind Gamby, making whatever rounds they've dubbed as their new duty since becoming Principals.

Through no fault of your own, your mind begins to wander. You desperately crave a redo of your night with Lee...

You do as he says, climbing into the bed and waiting patiently for him to undress you. He starts with your shirt, slipping it from your body and tossing it to the side. Next, he makes quick work of your bra, all the while pressing his lips against yours. His soft hands trail softly up and down your body, igniting goosebumps across the planes of your flesh. You moan under his touch and he's amazed to have this effect on you.

He finally removes your skirt and panties before tossing his own shirt to the side. For payday drinks, he's dressed casually. His long sleeve t-shirt that he'd kept rolled up to his elbows had you weak in your knees the first time you saw him in something other than his work clothes.

His jeans barely make it down his legs before you're physically pulling him onto you. He's standing against the bed with you perfectly lined up at the edge. His cock twitches with anticipation as he stares down at you completely splayed open for him to take. His mind is completely blown.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," Lee whispers, buzzed with alcohol and lust.

"I want you, Lee. I want you to fuck-" That was all he needed. He slowly slides into you without warning. He's careful, drawing out his stride as he sinks deeper and deeper inside you. Loud, song-like moans pour from your lips as he begins to form a rhythm pumping in and out.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he grunts as he thrusts, tossing his head back as waves of intense pleasure wash over him with each slap of his skin against yours. "Like a fuckin vice grip." You grasp hopelessly at the blankets on your bed, pulling yourself forward so Lee can slam into you harder.

"Oh, god!" You wail, all of your senses magnified by the drinking. The feeling of his fingertips gripping your thigh as he fucks you feels almost as orgasmic as the fucking itself.

"Shh, baby. I know," he whispers with a sly grin, picking up his pace. You release a loud, whining moan before sitting up and pushing him away. He withdraws from you and you pull him onto the bed. Once he's positioned, you climb on top of him, straddling his waist. You rise on your knees and reach a hand down to his throbbing erection to guide it to your needy pussy.

Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, pleasure shooting through you like lightning bolts. You adjust your knees and begin lifting yourself up and down on his shaft. You place two hands on the wall in front of you, above his head, and arch your back to skillfully lift your ass and fuck your aching cunt against him.

Lee hooks his hands where your thighs meet your waist and pulls you so you slam down on him even harder with each thrust. Vulgar sounds of pure pleasure spill from his lips as you ride him to his climax. His mouth hangs slightly open, brandishing his brilliant teeth. His dark brown eyes roll backward for just a moment before he locks his grip on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks up into you at a rapid pace.

"Lee!" You cry, quickly approaching the point of no return. He doesn't let up, and you can't hold back the loud, desperate moans and wails as he fucks you through your high. Just as you're coming down, he slams into you hard. His strides become less than steady and then finally, he thrusts inside you to his hilt and stops. You feel his cock twitch inside you, warmth fills your cunt and spills out down his shaft. You look at him with fear and urgency as his cum drips out of you.

"You don't gotta worry about that with me." He winks, allowing his head to fall back into the pillows, still rock hard inside you.

"Ms. Y/L/N? Are you okay?" Mr. Hayden tears you from your steamy memory and you realize your face is beet-red.

"I'm fine, actually. It's hot up here. Allergies are terrible. I will fucking kill you if you ask me about it again."

"What did you just say?" The man knits his brows.

"I said I didn't really hear you, could you ask me that again?"

"I don't think that's what you said at all..." He walks away slowly.

(There will be one ((or two)) more parts! Coming soon!)

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prescottsgirl · 1 year ago

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BEST FRIENDS COUSIN

part 2 here!

sidney prescott x fem!reader

summary: you and jill decide to sneak out during a sleepover at her house, however, sidney’s been extra protective with ghostface on the loose. this causes some pent up feelings between you and sid to be let out.

warnings: swearing, age gap (readers 18-22 and sid’s 32), a little suggestive towards the end but nothing more than that,

It was another Saturday night spent at your best friend, Jill’s, house. However, this time was different. Jill’s cousin was staying at her house until the new ghostface was eventually killed off again. You didn’t mind it that much but Jill wouldn’t stop brooding about being a prisoner in her own house.

You couldn’t blame Sidney for taking the extra precautions, she was just trying to look out for her cousin and everyone involved, but you and Jill wanted to go out and have some fun.

It was far after sunset so you both knew that Sidney wouldn’t be checking on you both for another couple of hours if she wasn’t already sleeping. Leaving the house wouldn’t get you killed. You weren’t safe staying in the house either anyways; ghostface always gets in if he wants to.

You and Jill climb out of her window and jumped down, landing in a bush. It wasn’t too far of a jump. Unfortunately, you and your friend didn’t currently have a car, so walking was the only option.

“If Sidney finds out that we snuck out she’s going to throw a fucking fit,” Jill said, however, not seeming as if she cared too much about being caught.

“She’s just trying to look out for us. It’s…nice.”

Jill looked over at you and smirked, then looked away and rolled her eyes. She looked completely amused by what you said, but you were utterly confused. “What?”

She shook her head, smiling.

You nudge her shoulder and continued with the nagging, “Jill, what?”

“You are so in love with my cousin it’s becoming insufferable,” she laughed at the thought of the entire situation. Maybe Jill had realized your feelings for Sidney before you even had. Either way, you were too embarrassed to ever even admit how you felt.

“Shut up! Am not!”

As you both playfully argued with each other, headlights hit you both from behind as you walked. You hardly even had a second thought about it.

“You pretty much said it yourself at dinner just with your eyes! Or maybe; You’re so brave, Sidney. I loved your book Sidney. Sidney, Sidney, Sidney,” Jill continued to tease, and just then did a very familiar car pull up beside you both.

You both looked over into the vehicle and your heart fell to your ass when you saw the woman inside. Sidney, Sidney, Sidney.

“Girls, what the fuck! Get in the car.”

Jill rolled her eyes in a typical teenage manner. She didn’t seem too worried about being caught. And maybe you wouldn’t have either if it weren’t for the need to stay on Sidney’s good side.

You both hopped in, both deciding to sit in the back to make it far less awkward. She turned the car entirely around and began to drive back home.

It was silent for a few minutes, and all you wanted to do was get back to the house and get to bed, avoiding this situation until the morning. Eventually, though, Sidney began with her scolding, “Did you guys not witness your own friend being murdered just the other night. Did that not phase either of you?”

“Don’t start overreacting again,” Jill mumbled under her breath. The entire car still heard it.

“Sorry that Sidney fucking prescott is overreacting when a serial killer with a ghostface mask is going around killing again,” she sighed, and you noticed that her grip on the wheel was tight. Her hands seemed shaky. “Who knows what could’ve happened if I hadn’t picked you guys up right now.”

A huge part of you felt terrible. You just wanted to go out and have some fun. You hadn’t even thought about the consequences of it.

The excruciatingly long car ride -that was truly only 5 minutes but felt like hours- finally came to an end. You all safely made it back into the house. When you and Jill tried running back upstairs, you were specifically stopped.

“Y/n, stay here for a minute. Jill, go to your room. And stay there.” Jill went back up with a huff, not wanting to argue and make the situation worse. However, your heart started racing so fucking fast and your hands began to sweat. Sidney Prescott makes you so nervous in the best ways.

“Really y/n? I didn’t expect this from you. Jill…maybe, but you?” This wasn’t your first day meeting Sidney. You’ve been friends with Jill forever and have met the older woman on multiple occasions. She knew you well.

“I just wanted to go out and forget about all this shit. I really didn’t even think about ghostface or how we could’ve been attack. I’m sorry.” your apology sounded truly genuine. After seeing your friend get murdered from Jill’s bedroom window, you didn’t even want to think about any of it.

Sidney didn’t say anything. She slowly walked closer towards you. So close that you could feel her body heat, could hear her soft breathes and feel it against your face. It was certainly taking a lot of self control to not just pull her even closer.

“Are you really sorry?” she asked, and now she was smirking. She didn’t seem too angry anymore. “Or are you just trying to please me?”

How could you answer that when your words got caught up in your throat? When your ability to breathe was somehow ripped away from you?

“Answer me, baby,” she put her fingers beneath your chin so you really couldn’t look away now. “Are you sorry, or do you just want to make me happy?”

“No. I’m not sorry,” you finally said, strongly. Your voice is surprisingly confident. “What are you going to do about it?”

She stared intently in your eyes. She really didn’t give a fuck about what happened tonight anymore. All she wanted was you right now.

She leaned forward and finally kissed you. And that’s why, you realized, she wanted Jill to go upstairs. To get you all alone. To finally have a chance to have you.

The kiss was hungry and passionate, filled with so much desire shared between the both of you. It just felt so right. You could feel her body slowly moving against your and her fingers getting tangled in your hair.

You let out a whiny whimper when she lightly tugged on a strand of your hair. So gentle but she made everything feel so good. She finally pulled back. You didn’t want her to stop but you noticed that you really needed to breathe when you were both panting.

She got closer to your ear. So close that her lips brushed against it as she spoke and your entire body trembled, “Now are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 6 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: The slow burn threatens so make Sugar melt, and Bradley can't remember ever feeling this way before.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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"Oh my God," you sighed when you woke up late on Saturday morning. As soon as you opened your eyes, you couldn't stop smiling. Being walked home by Bradley was like a dream you didn't want to wake up from.

His lips had been all over yours, hips pressing you back against the wall outside your apartment door. When you asked him if he wanted to come inside, he groaned, "Of course I want to, Sugar. But can we just... not? Not tonight?"

You nodded in response, and he looked so relieved, you didn't think he meant for you to feel bad about what he said. You thought maybe it was more about him than you.

As you ran your fingertips along his scars, Bradley melted into your hand. "Tell me you'll come back over to the house tomorrow. We can hang out again."

You smiled at him. "Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow."

He nodded slightly, still leaning into your palm. "Text me. I'll walk over and get you. Shouldn't be walking by yourself."

And you were still thinking about what he said the next morning. He wasn't your boyfriend. He would probably never be your boyfriend. So maybe you shouldn't be encouraging him to walk you to and from his frat house all the time, but you had already promised him he could do it again.

"You're an idiot," you told yourself as you climbed out of bed, still wearing his sweatshirt. "He's not a good idea. You should know better." But you were still smiling.

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Bradley was antsy as soon as he woke up. He had too much energy. You'd gotten yourself under his skin somehow, and he felt like he needed to do something about it. He started pacing around his room.

He'd been threatening to kiss you stupid, but you were the one who had managed to turn him into a brainless moron with your lips and your face and your body.

"Dude," he groaned out loud. You had invited him in last night. He knew Janessa was staying with Tyson, so it would have been just the two of you at your apartment. It was an invitation for full steam ahead to getting laid, but he had said no. As if he had a shred of dignity left to protect. Like there was a thread of virtue left inside him.

Why was it so important to him that you didn't think he was a complete fuckboy? He never cared what any of the other girls thought. He never stopped them from writing on his door. He had even once fucked a girl after she told him she just wanted to be able to get her name up there, like riding his dick one time was some sort of prize you could win.

Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable now. He couldn't even remember that girl's name or what she looked like. But he remembered that she brought her own marker.

He collapsed back onto his bed. He had to swallow around the lump in his throat. That was probably how Phoebe had become his safety net. She was there the night his face got busted up. She knew what happened and could have probably guessed why he got into a fight with Chase. She never gave him a hard time about any of it. And she never got mad when he went into a spiral where he started sleeping around more than usual.

And yet, Phoebe got away with not getting mad about the things he did, because she wasn't his girlfriend. Nobody cared about him enough to be that.

Maybe things had started to improve when he started drinking less. The past six months had been better for him, in a lot of ways. He had been taking extra classes to get his GPA up as high as possible. He had actually been enjoying school. But he kept on going along with the easiest girls on campus, the ones who he knew wouldn't give his scars a second glance. The kinds of girls he'd always chosen.

His mom would be disgusted, and he knew it. His dad probably never did this shit. He buried his face in his hands. You were supposed to text him later to let him know when to walk to your place and get you. He needed to tell you he couldn't see you anymore. He needed to stop being around you, starting today. Maybe he could get better, be better, but he'd have to try it with someone else. Because there was no way he could let himself ruin you, drag your reputation down to his level. Jeff had been right. You were too fucking good.

And then he thought about how sweetly you talked to him last night. How well you had kissed him, and how he had pressed you down underneath his body. You trusted him. Trusted him with more than just his ability to get you off.

Then he thought about you in his lap in the library study room. He wouldn't be able to tell you no if you said you wanted him. He was so weak. He had never let himself be interested in any other girl like this before.

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You had finished all of your schoolwork, and it was only mid afternoon. You couldn't text Bradley yet; that would have been as mortifying as when you came apart in his lap. So you tried to take a nap, then you watched a movie. You wanted to text him while you were eating dinner, but then you frowned, because he had been the one initiating texts with you ever since you wrote your number on his pristine door.

"What the hell?" you whispered. What could his problem be? What if he hooked up with someone else last night after he walked you home? You pushed your plate of food to the side, suddenly no longer hungry.

You glared at your phone, not wanting to be the one to make the first move. And just then it lit up with a text from him, and you quickly snatched it up into your hands.

Sugar, I miss you more than I should be allowed to. Tell me to stop.

Your heart was pounding now. Stop? You didn't want him to stop. So maybe he hadn't been with anyone else last night. Maybe he'd just been thinking about you.

You wrote back, You're allowed to miss me all you want, Beer Boy. Or you can walk over and get me. Then you wouldn't have to miss me at all.

You waited for a response but got nothing. You got changed and finished putting on some makeup, and he still hadn't written back. Finally, when you were about to see where Janessa was, he replied.

I'm on my way.

You bit your lip and almost screamed. You put your dishes in the sink and thought about taking a shot of the cheap tequila you and Janessa bought before you turned twenty one. You needed a distraction. But then there was a knock at your door, and you rushed to open it.

Chocolate brown eyes, messy hair tucked under a backwards cap. Smirk that made you feel silly.

"Sugar," he whispered, leaning against the door frame with both hands and examining your face. "Tell me I'm not allowed to miss you."

Fuck that. You reached for the front of his shirt, pulling him toward you, and he released the door frame. "What if I want you to?" you asked him softly.

He groaned as he pulled you against him and kissed you.

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He wanted you. He tried not to. He spent the entire day telling himself no. If you had told him no, he would have been gone immediately. But you were dressed all cute again, and your body was fitted perfectly against his. And you kept giving him a green light.

"Bradley," you gasped when he ran his lips along your ear. "Feel like hanging out here instead of going to the party?" you asked softly.

His cock throbbed for you. He hadn't let himself masturbate all day, and it had been a week since he got laid. You could have him right now if you wanted him. Right here next to your front door. But he was trying so hard to do what he should. Part of him still believed he came here to tell you he couldn't be around you anymore. The other part knew he was full of shit; he came here because he couldn't stay away. He was a fucking mess.

"I signed us up for beer pong," he told you, his voice raspy as you ran your hand along his arm.

You giggled, and he pulled you closer. "I suck at beer pong."

"I don't mind," he promised, taking your hand and leading you out. He listened to you talk as you walked. You asked him questions and wanted to hear what he thought about things, just like you had last night when he took you home. When you stopped at the crosswalk and kissed his scars, it felt nice.

Tyson and Dev waved you both over to the game as soon as you got there. "You guys are up," Tyson said, handing you the ball. "Ladies first."

Bradley watched you get ready to start the game, smiling softly at him over your shoulder. And you weren't just bad at beer pong, you were terrible. But he didn't mind when you missed three shots in a row, because your little crop top was riding up higher every time you attempted a throw.

When Bradley made his shot again, you groaned and glared at him. "Told you I sucked."

"How are you possibly this bad?" Bradley asked you, taking you by the hips from behind and moving you a foot further away from the edge of the table. "You're good at math! It's like a physics problem." He let his hands linger on your body for a beat as Tyson took his turn.

You turned to look at him. "Huh. I never thought about it that way!" you said, and Bradley grinned, because he had made your eyes light up.

"See, everyone underestimates how smart I actually am," he told you as he squared your hips and let his hands ghost up the soft skin along your sides, making you shiver. "Just get used to the way the ball feels when it leaves your hand, and let it arc down into the cups." Bradley removed his hands once you were in position, and when you took your shot, you managed to get the ball into a cup.

"It's math, Beer Boy!" you told him with a smile. He could still see the fading hickey on your neck whenever you tossed your hair back from your shoulders. When he leaned in and placed his lips there, you moaned softly, and he felt weak. What the fuck was going on? If you were any other girl, he could have had you begging for him, fucked you in his room, and come back down to the party with a clear head.

"Are you guys going to stop feeling each other up and play?" Tyson called from the other end of the table with a grin.

"Sorry, man," Bradley replied, picking up the ping pong ball and tossing it effortlessly into a cup. "Math," he confirmed with a nod.

The match was close, but Dev managed to edge the two of you out on the last cup. "I've never been that good before!" you told Bradley as he led you away from the table as the next opponents were called over.

"You know the secret. Now you'll be unbeatable. Come on, let's get some of the good beers," he said with a smirk, dropping his hat onto your head. He had no idea where Jeff was, and he wanted to keep it that way. The kitchen was empty, and as soon as he had you in there away from the horribly loud music, you had your arms around him.

He took two beers out of the fridge and opened them before picking you up and setting you on the counter. "Warn a girl next time!" you screeched as he jumped up next to you.

"Sorry," he said with a laugh. Bradley couldn't get over you. "You look adorable in my hat."

He watched your cheeks flush pink. "I slept in your sweatshirt last night," you admitted with a smile, but you looked away from him.

Fuck. "Lucky shirt," he muttered, and you turned to look at him, pressing your lips together.

"What's wrong today? You seem... a little hesitant. And you didn't text me as much," you said softly, and Bradley's heart was in his throat. "Not that you need to text me or anything like that, of course," you said, fiddling with your beer before taking a big sip. "I was just, you know.... I like you."

"Sugar." Bradley took the beer from your hand and set it aside. You looked at him tentatively as he leaned toward you and brushed his lips softly against yours. Nobody had ever said that to him before. He'd never be able to stop now. "I like you, too."

You made a soft sound as he wrapped his hand gently around your neck and stroked his thumb along your jaw.

"I'm sure you say that to every girl," you whispered, and his lips touched yours briefly again.

"No, I never say that to any girls. That's the problem."

You laughed softly as his fingers drifted down your back and he gently kissed your neck. "That doesn't sound like a problem to me, Beer Boy."

"Oh, it is. It's a big problem."

"Then how do we solve it?" you asked as he pushed you back until you were lying along the kitchen counter, his hat rolling to the floor.

Bradley watched you reach out to him, and he let you pull him on top of you. "You're smarter than me, Sugar. Might have to rely on you to figure it out. I can only think of ways to make it worse," he whispered, letting his fingers meet the soft skin between your jeans and your shirt.

You reached up and ran your hands through his hair. "Then make it worse," you told him. "Kiss me until I sound so stupid. Touch me until I sound so fucking dumb."

"Jesus," he muttered as his lips crashed against yours, humming softly. You nibbled and licked until he dipped his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. Your fingers were a little rough against his scalp as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, and both of his hands were all the way up your shirt.

All the little gasps and moans you made were making him dizzy. You were so sweet, but Bradley already knew you were a little dirty, too. "You're the best combination of everything," he told you, stroking your tits through your bra.

"Oh, God," you moaned into his mouth when he kissed you again. You bucked your hips up against him, and he anchored your body against the counter as his fingertips found your nipple. He teased you there as his tongue found yours, and you whined his name so loudly he was practically seeing stars.

When the door opened and the sounds of the party filtered into the kitchen, Bradley froze.

"Come on, guys! That's where I make my sandwiches!" Tyson yelled. "What the fuck!"

Instead of looking embarrassed this time, you just laughed as Bradley pulled his hands back out of your shirt and sat up.

"Uh... sorry," Bradley said vaguely in Tyson's direction. "Won't happen again."

"I doubt that," Tyson said, glaring at both of you as Bradley helped you down from the counter and picked up his hat.

Bradley laughed when you waved over your shoulder and said, "Bye, Ty!" as Bradley pulled you out of the room.

"He has no right to complain, really. I'm the only one who cleans this fucking house," Bradley muttered. When he tried to lead you back into the living room, you tugged on his hands and he stopped. When he raised an eyebrow in your direction, you nodded toward the stairs.

"Let's go up," you said softly. "Your room is quiet. And I want to be alone with you."

Bradley let you lead him there.

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Bradley let you take control. You paused outside of his door, which still only had the note he had written to you and your phone number on it. "Just the way I like it," you told him before opening it and going inside. The soft glow of the Navy desk lamp warmed the room just like the previous times you had been in here.

Bradley tossed his hat on his desk and ran his fingers along the ends of your hair. "Sugar." His voice was so soft, and his grin was just barely touching his lips. "I shouldn't have you. You're too sweet for me."

You shook your head slightly. "No, I'm not."

"Too sweet for anybody," he told you as his hands found the bare skin of your waist again, and you had to squeeze your thighs together. "I fucking want you so bad though. I don't know what to do."

You traced the long scar along his neck with your fingertips, and his eyes fluttered closed. "I want you too, Bradley." Gently, you kissed the spot where your fingers had been, and he pulled you against him. "I like you. All of you. You call me Sugar, but you're sweet to me."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your lips. "I'm different now," he whispered, and while you weren't sure exactly what he meant by that, you nodded your head. He was different than you thought he would be.

Bradley dipped his head down and kissed you, his lips smiling against yours as he worked his hands higher on your waist. He pulled away a little bit and watched your face as he stroked along your curves with his thumbs. "That tickles a little bit," you told him, biting your lip to contain your giggles. But his hands inched a little higher.

"Want me to stop?" he asked, his thumbs finding your bra again just like in the kitchen. You'd worn your nicest underwear and a tight crop top that really had no place even being in your closet. He smiled, waiting for you to answer.

"Don't you dare," you told him, whining as his palms met your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading you through the lace fabric. You expected him to rip your shirt off, but he was taking his time. Somehow you knew this was not exactly the same guy who'd had the names all over his door. This guy was a better version. It felt like he was being better for you.

When your head tipped back, his lips found your neck, sucking and teasing you. Even though you tried to stop, you found yourself grinding your hips against him. He was already starting to get hard, and you knew you were already wet. One of his hands slid down to your butt, slowing your movement.

"Don't rush this. I want to spend the whole night making my smart girl stupid," he told you, and your body shook.

"Fuck," you said, nodding and agreeing with him as both of his hands went to the front of your jeans. He smirked as you steadied yourself with his shoulders.

"One word response. Starting to sound dumb already, baby," he said, teasing your lips with his as he dipped his fingers inside your open zipper.

You could only moan in response as he slid both hands up your body and pulled your shirt over your head. He stared at you like you were beautiful, stroking his hands over all of your newly exposed skin. You expected him to want to fuck you quickly and then get back to the party, but things were never as they seemed with him.

Then his breath hitched as he ran his knuckles along your ribs on your right side, just below your bra.

"You have a tattoo," he growled, immediately dipping his head down to kiss you there. "What does it mean?" he asked, running his tongue along your skin and making you cry out.

"Oh! It's a math equation. Called Euler's Identity," you gasped as he nipped and bit you. "It contains the most important mathematical constants making it the only perfect formula in science," you managed to say with a shaky voice. Because now Bradley was on his knees in front of you, unhooking your bra and sliding it down your arms.

"It sure does look perfect," he told you. He kissed your tattoo again before looking up at your chest and your face. "Never seen anything better." He ran the tip of his nose along the underside of your breast, his fingers never leaving the ink on your flesh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and sucking, leaving your wet nipples exposed to the cool air.

"I should have known you'd have a sexy math tattoo next to your tits," he said, scooping you up as he stood. "You're too fucking good to be true."

You squealed in his arms as he walked across the room. "It's really more of a natural sciences tattoo, if you want to nitpick," you told him with a giggle, as he dropped you onto his bed and pulled his own shirt off. His body was gorgeous.

"Oh no..." he said, shaking his head at you as you scooted back to rest against his pillows, and he yanked your shoes off. "You're sounding too smart again. I must not be doing a very good job."

You tried not to smile, but it was useless. "What are you going to do about it?" you asked, your voice shaking with need as he settled himself between your legs and stretched out over your body.

"This." He pressed his lips to yours, tipping your chin up for better access to your mouth. Then he gently pinched your chin, easing your mouth open so his tongue could meet yours. He felt warm and slippery as he explored your mouth. When he licked your open lips, you whined, grinding your hips up again and clenching around nothing.

"And this." He caressed your tattoo and palmed your breast with his big hand before letting his fingers trail down your body and dip into the elastic of your underwear. He slipped his fingers lower, moaning into your mouth as he eased one digit over your clit and through your wetness.

You were going crazy now. Making unnatural little noises and pulling his hair with your hands. He knew he was making you stupid, and he was looking at you like he loved it.

But he didn't know that your orgasm in the library was the best sex of your life. He didn't know that you'd never been able to cum with any other guy before. He didn't know how much you liked him.

"How does that feel, Sugar?" he asked, swirling his fingers along your clit just like you did to yourself when you were alone.

"Good," you moaned, shaking your head against the pillow.

"What do you want?" He licked your breasts before pulling your nipple between his lips and teasing.

"More," you whined. "You."

He grinned. "Back to one word answers, I see."

He moved so gracefully, sliding your jeans and underwear off and settling between your legs. When he slid a finger along your slit and pressed his knuckle against your pussy, you almost couldn't stand how good it felt. "Bradley," you whined, as he kissed your hips and your belly. Then he slipped his finger into your pussy.

You watched him watching you, and he looked delighted every time your body involuntarily squirmed. He added a second finger, moving them just the right way to get you worked up. When his thumb brushed you again, your back arched off the bed.

"Fuck," he muttered, working his fingers as he guided his body back over yours. "You're making me crazy," he groaned before kissing along your tattoo again. You wrapped your fingers around his wavy hair and watched his tongue glide across your chest. "Do you want me, Sugar?" he asked softly. "Can I have you?"

"Yes."

When he gently removed his fingers from inside you and licked them clean, you moaned and squeezed your thighs together. He was immediately off the bed, and you gasped, missing his warmth and weight immediately. "Where are you going?" you whined, propping yourself up.

"Need to get a condom," he replied, eyes on you as his hands shook opening a new box. "I'm coming back."

When he returned to the bed, you sat up and unbuttoned his jeans. He let you take your time guiding them down his hips and easing his boxers down as well. When you say how big and hard he was, your eyes darted up to his face. You licked your parted lips and he groaned so loudly you squeaked.

"You're huge," you told him. He was going to hurt you. The other guys hadn't been this big.

He must have heard the apprehension in your voice, because he told you, "We can stop," even as he was practically panting.

You wrapped your fingers around him and gently squeezed his velvety warmth. "No. Just go slow?" you asked, running your fingers along his length.

"Anything you want," he gasped.

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Bradley had never been this excited in his life. He wanted you, and you wanted him back. He'd tasted you. He knew how good your skin felt. Now he was about to fuck you.

He was completely sober, and delighted that he would remember all of this. He had never seen anything as gorgeous as your body bathed in lamplight.

You were whining his name as he rolled the condom on and got himself ready. He kissed your lips and cheeks, running his nose against yours until you were smiling. Then he whispered, "Sugar," against your lips as he pushed himself inside you.

Your lips were parted and your cheeks were flushed as you grasped his hair tightly with one hand and wrapped the fingers of your other hand in his sheets. He didn't dare move for a few seconds as you got used to the feel of him. You were so wet and tight and perfect, Bradley kind of wished he could just stay inside you like this. But then he started moving, and his own need was building. A few minutes of this and he could tell by the way you were responding to him that you were already close. He'd worked you up and now he wanted to be good for you. He needed to be so good for you so you would stay with him.

So he worked his hips a little faster, filling you all the way and then easing himself out a few inches before filling you again. "Oh God," he grunted next to your ear. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your chest rising with each whimpering breath you took. "You're such a good girl," he told you, moving nice and steady. "Look at me."

Your eyes fluttered open, bright and trusting as he caressed your breasts with his right hand. Moaning louder now, you raised your hips to meet each of his thrusts. "You feel so good," you whispered, voice hitching on the last word. Bradley pressed his lips to yours, kissing you and inhaling all of your little gasps. He pushed his hand lower to tease you, and soon you were shaking beneath him, squeezing his cock with your tight little pussy until he was grunting.

"Oh my God," you whined, shaking your head and pulling his hair as you came. Bradley pressed his lips to your tattoo and whispered your name as his last thrusts drove his own orgasm home.

He was never going to stop touching you. Every inch of your skin that he kissed and caressed was like silk. As he pressed his lips all over your shoulder and collarbone, your grip on his hair started to loosen, and your breathing evened out.

When he started to move, you grabbed onto him, holding him against you. So he wrapped his arms around you and stayed inside you, afraid to speak and break the spell.

Finally, you kissed his forehead and giggled softly. "I can't believe this was better than the library."

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Beer Boy and Sugar.... oh man, they are sweet together.

Big thanks to @mak-32 for helping me along the way. This one's for you, Mak.

PART 7

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vanfleeter · 1 year ago

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Shackled // JTK

Characters: Jake x f!reader Warnings: Smut, minors stay away; a little bit of BDSM (handcuffs), sub!jake, dom!jake, dom!fem, sub!fem, some choking, taunting, teasing, edging, I probably missed something.

Author's Note: I blame the group chat for this one ;)

Saturday morning.

Neither of you had had anywhere to be today so you’ve been lazily lounging in bed all morning and cuddling. Sometimes kissing but mostly cuddling. That is until you had an idea.

An idea that sprung up in your thoughts when you felt his hands ghost along your center but never going further.

Fair enough. If he wasn’t gonna touch you there, then he couldn’t touch you at all.

Wriggling out from beneath his arm, you hear him whine as he blindly searches the bed. His eyes pop open when he hears you digging through the nightstand drawer. The drawer that always remains locked for intimate reasons.

“What are you doing?” He questions. When he hears the clanking of chains, he whips his head upwards. You stand up from your kneeling position and twirl a pair of handcuffs around your finger. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You won’t touch me where I fucking need you so.. You don’t get to touch me at all.”

“Is this punishment for me or for you?” He asks while raising his eyebrows.

“You.”

“How so?”

“Because..” You climb onto the bed and kneel down on the pillows beside him. “While I ride you relentlessly, you won’t be able to touch me–and you can’t resist not touching me while I ride you. Groping my breasts, rubbing my clit, squeezing and slapping my ass. It’s your favorite thing but you lost that privilege the moment you teased me.”

“Fuck, no baby, please..” He pleads. “I promise I’ll be good.”

“Oh you better be.” You say as you reach for his first hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes baby.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

Taking one of his hands, you bring it up to the headboard and cuff it around one of the wooden poles. “Comfortable?” Jake nods his head and you proceed with the second one.

Straddling his legs, you grab hold of his boxers and begin to pull them down. He lifts his hips making it easier for you to pull them down his legs. Once they are discarded, you begin to pull off your t-shirt. His eyes follow every movement you make, his tongue darting out between his lips as he licks them.

“You like that?”

He nods his head. “Yeah,” He breathes. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” You pout as you reach for your shirt. “Just beautiful?” You start slipping your shirt on your arms as he begins to squirm.

“No, baby, I’m sorry.” He twists his wrists in the cuff as his legs squirm and thrash on the bed. “I’m sorry, I mean sexy. You’re sexy–and beautiful. Sexy and beautiful.”

“Mmhmm, nice save.”

“Please please please.”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Touch you where?”

“Fuck, baby, anywhere. I don’t care, just please touch me.”

You fold your arms over your bare chest. “Now why should I touch you if you didn’t touch me?”

Jake's eyes flash with irritation and his jaw clenches. “Baby, please. I’m sorry, I was just teasing. I promise I won’t do it again, I’ll touch you. I’ll touch wherever you want me to touch you but dammit please please please.”

You giggle as he begs and pleads. But he immediately stops and he looks at you.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because I almost never see you beg like this. It’s usually me,” You hum. “Huh, so this is what it feels like to be in charge.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

You smirk and crawl on to the bed and swing your leg over his thigh. Slowly you begin to grind down against his thigh. He groans as he pulls on the cuffs.

“Baby you’re so wet.” He says.

“Feel good?”

“So good. So so good.”

Reaching your hand over to his cock, you wrap your hand around his shaft and slowly move your hand down to the base and back up to the tip.

“Shit baby..” He groans.

You keep grinding and rolling your hips on his thigh while pumping him with your hand. “Color?”

“Gr–” He moans. “Green.”

Slowly your hips down on his thigh, move over his waist and grind down on his cock. He groans and tugs on the cuffs again.

“Fuck baby.”

“You like that?”

“Y-Yes.” He stammers. “But baby, I need to feel you.”

“Oh? You need to?” You say cocking your head. “Do you want to be in me?”

He vigorously nods his head. “Yes, fuck, baby please. I need to be buried so deep inside of you.”

Lifting your hips and lining him up with your entrance, you slowly sink down on him and allow him to fill you up. You sit there, unmoving–which drives him insane. His fists tighten and he clenches his jaw. You feel his legs wraith beneath you and he tries to thrust into you but you pin him down. His chest begins to heave as he chews on his bottom lip.

Jake isn’t used to being the submissive one. He thrives off of having the upperhand so being handcuffed to the bed and you teasing him really drives him to insanity and anger. Without a shadow of doubt, you know he’ll get his revenge.

The damn key. He stares at it as it dangles from your neck, taunting him. Oh how he loathes that key right now.

Slowly you begin rolling your hips and his head falls back against the pillows. His eyes screwed shut as he chews even harder on his lip. His muscles strain as he pulls the cuffs, the restraint of touching you making it more difficult to contain himself.

“Faster..” He mutters. “Fucking please, go faster.” You smirk and slowly begin to pick your speed until your breasts are bouncing and your fingers digging into his chest. You could tell he was close. Eyebrows scrunched, jaw clenched. His legs still writhe beneath you but you can feel him twitch inside of you.

“Baby, I’m close.” He whines.

“Let go baby,” You coax. “I want to feel you spill in me.”

You worked him a few more times before he finally released inside of you. His muscles tense again and he yanks on the cuffs again. His body shakes beneath you as he digs his heels into the mattress. Feeling you clench around him, he thrusts his hips up to meet yours and pushes himself further inside of you.

“There you go baby,” He coaches you as he keeps thrusting his hips. “Feel it..”

Your orgasm hits, sending you into a downward spiral oh white hot heat. You can feel yourself falling backwards but Jake quickly props up his knees up behind your back to catch you. Once the both of you come down from your highs, you collapse forward onto his chest. His heart beats loudly and fast in your ear.

“Are you okay?” He asks, angling his head to look down at you. You nod your head and slowly push yourself back up into a sitting position. “Care to unlock these then?”

You smile and pull yourself off of him, both of you hissing and wincing. Leaning over him, you unlock both of the cuff links and carefully lay his arms down on the bed. He sighs in relief before grabbing hold of you and pinning you to the bed. He reaches for the key in your hand and tosses it god-knows-where into the room.

“I hate that thing.” He says. “Taunting me by swinging from your neck. Who knew an inanimate object could hold such power over me?” You giggle and his eyes grow dark. “Oh you find that funny?” He says as he ruts his hips into yours.

“You just can’t handle not being in charge.”

You feel him grow hard again as the words penetrate his ears. Spreading your arms out on either of you, he keeps them pinned there with his hands. The new found strength he has makes it impossible for you to move. He pushes his pelvis against your body holding you down to the bed.

“Color?” He asks, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Green.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir.”

His cock twitches against your inner thigh when you call him ‘sir’. Releasing one of your hands, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes inside. You wince and his eyes shoot up to yours. “Are you okay?” He asks. You squeak a simple ‘mmhmm’ as you nod your head. “Color?”

“Green.”

He reaches your hand again and pins back to the mattress as he pulls himself out before driving back inside. With each thrust he gives, he makes it rough so he knows that you know that no matter what, he’s always going to be in charge. Once again he releases your hand and reaches down between the two of you and presses his thumb to your clit making your back arch. He hums against your chest as he sucks on your left nipple.

“Fuck, Jake…”

Your now free hand flies to his back with a loud smack making him groan. He pulls off your nipple and brings his thumb away from your clit. “Wanting to be rough?”

“Give it to me.” You challenge.

He wraps his hand around your neck, gently at first before slowly closing his fist tighter around it. He pushes himself deeper and rougher inside of you. Your hand leaves his back and wraps around his wrist as you pat it.

“Y-Yellow..” You gasp. “Jake..”

He releases his grip on your neck and moves it to rest on your pelvis. Feeling himself inside of you pulls him closer to his orgasm. He fucks you through your second one as a string of curse words flow from his lips. Once he releases inside of you for the second time, he empties out before pulling out and falling onto the bed beside you.

After a few minutes of silence, he rolls over onto his side and gently runs his fingers along the bruise beginning to form on your skin. “I’m sorry..” He whispers. “I guess I got a little bit too carried away.”

“So worth it.” You say as you roll over to face him. You reach up to kiss him as he pulls your body close to his.

“Best.. Saturday.. Ever..” He says in between kisses.

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I won't apologize ;)

#greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader

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slylock-syl · 12 days ago

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Hey Syllll! Long time, no chat! I just wanted to get this off my chest before i go ham trying to figure out what i wanna commission from you soon.

I have been reading Undersource for years now, and i think we've both come a long way since then! God, that feels weird to say, i'm not even old enough to drink yet lmao. But! I am old enough to spend my money responsibly now, which is nuts given that my responsible spending is now aimed at getting art of my blorbos LOL.

You've grown as an artist so much since i first started reading- i think that was around... the pirate arc? Not sure! But i do remember the early days of me having discord, during the EKD server category era. But anyways, i know the way you drew our favorite skeletons was different back then, and it's all gotten so much smoother in that time. You're also (at least seemingly) taking way better care of yourself! You've set boundaries, you've set more time for yourself and not the blog, and you're still happily chugging along, after all these years. Not to mention you're working on this side story now, which i'm fairly certain you've been looking forward to for a while.

How's that sleeping though? Do you still have the sleep cycle of an austalian? Can't say i'm any better, im slowly becoming nocturnal again lol. Some things NEVER change.

Anyways. All this to say: im really proud to have been part of this little community for so long. To see the comic and its artist come so far. Even if im not a diehard fan anymore, im glad i can still take a little time every weekend to realize "OH, U/S shoulda updated!" and run over here. Thanks for giving me a good starting point of community on this god damned hellsite.

(Here's to sleepy 5 am "you're great" asks LMAO)

sjksdhLKSDJFHG THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE OMG-

Hi Azzy! :D I'm glad you still like my work even after all this time! Thank you for sticking around! :D

I have been taking better care of myself these days! I'm (only sometimes begrudgingly XD) going on daily walks (Pikmin Bloom is really helping with that, I love Pikmin they're so cute), and made some new friends! When I first started this blog I was convinced I had to constantly/frequently produce content, and I time went on I slowly realized that wasn't really viable, so I slowly trimmed down the workloads for better manageability, I'd say it's helped a lot! Even if it may not look like it sometimes XD

There was a point before I adjusted my work schedule where I figured out that I may have been riding a creative burnout for a long while, as when I looked back it felt like my work had begun to visually stagnate. I think at the time I was cramming working on the comic update across only 3 or 4 days (Wednesday/Thursday to Saturday mornings, sometimes down to the wire), with several hours of just constant work (plus any distractions and 3 daily asks) because I was procrastinating so badly X'D I'm still recovering from the visual stagnation, but I'm definitely trying to experiment where I can! I may not be the best at it but I hope I'm improving at least ksjdghLSDGH My current schedule is MUCH more spaced out and much more manageable, spanning Sunday to Friday and broken down into stages for each day, and Saturdays are my designated day off~

As for the side story, it's one I've had around for quite a while and have been excited to finally show off! There were a few people who were interested in it when it was first teased, though I've no idea if they're still around, if they are I hope they're enjoying the story so far as well! 💜

Oddly enough my sleep schedule is no longer on Cthulhu Standard Time SKSDJGHDLG We had a TON of construction going on in the house the past few months and it was way too awkward to sleep with a bunch of strangers either being in or near my room, as well as making a LOT of noise sjkdhgLKSDJG There was a brief section of time where I'd actually go to bed at a "normal" time and get up at like, 9 or 10 am X'D Though it's slowly sneaking it's way into afternoons to 3 or 4 AM after I feed the kitties, kinda like my old college schedule XD

Thank you again for liking my work and sticking around! I really appreciate it!! :D

I may not be anywhere near whatever my "peak" was a few years ago, but I'm still happy to keep going for those who still come around! 💜

#Ask #SylAsk #SylChat #This ended up being much longer than I thought it'd be XD

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 4 months ago

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But Buck thinks he has been trucking on, lately. Going with the motions. Living because he has to. And he’s not sure that’s been enough.

“I don’t know, man.” Buck sighs. “Maybe we both need a different strategy.”

Eddie looks at him and scrunches his mouth to the side. “Like what?”

“I don’t know yet,” Buck mutters. “But I hate feeling like this.”

Eddie takes another sip of beer.

“Me too.”

Buck wonders if maybe he doesn’t understand the whole of what’s going on with Eddie at all.

viii.

A few days later, on a Saturday Buck has off from work, Eddie shows up at Buck’s bright and early. Buck is still curled up in bed with Cranberry when the buzzer goes off, but thankfully, one of the reasons he chose the building was the app feature to answer the door. In case he was ever immobile, like right fucking now, all warm and cozy with his dog’s snoring head on his chest.

A minute after buzzing him in, Eddie opens the bedroom door - without even knocking - and pokes his head inside.

Cranberry hops off Buck’s bed and runs across the room to greet him, tail going a mile a minute.

“What the hell?” Buck yawns, sitting up.

“I need you today. Emergency. You weren’t answering your phone.”

“Yeah, because it’s like six in the morning!” Buck defends.

“It’s half past eight.” Eddie corrects. “I have a shift soon. Carla is in Morongo. I forgot to schedule with my aunt.”

“Wait, so…”

“So, can you and Cranberry handle Christopher for a day?”

Buck blinks. “Uh, yeah. Yes. Sure we can.”

“Great, thanks! You’re a lifesaver. Could you take him out? He’s dying to see the dog in action. Do something fun, you know?”

Buck feels too slow to catch up.

“S-sure.”

“I’ll pay. Just, you know, have a good day.”

Eddie kind of rips through Buck’s morning like a tornado. He leaves him with instructions and activities and a bunch of snarky jokes while Buck changes, attaches his leg, and takes the dog out to pee.

“Can I feed her? Please, can I feed her?” Chris begs.

“Sure,” Buck says again. Because, really, he’s just along for the ride this morning, apparently.

When Eddie leaves, Buck is left alone with an eight year-old and a golden retriever and no fucking clue what to do.

“So, what do you do for fun?” He asks Chris.

Christopher shrugs. “I like rides. I like games. I like animals. I like pancakes. I like candy.”

“Oh, I see,” Buck smiles. “Candy, huh?”

“My favorite!”

Buck thinks. What things can they do involving those variables that are accessible to a kid on crutches, a man with a prosthetic leg, and a dog.

“Do you like arcades, Chris?” Buck asks.

“Yes!” Chris proclaims. “But I haven’t gone to one in so long.”

Perfect!

“Well, what do you say to a pancake house for breakfast, and an arcade after?”

Cranberry can do all that. She can sit under the table at breakfast. And arcades are dark. She won’t stick out too much. Buck can slowly get used to doing outings beyond work, training, and the station with her. This might work out great, come to think of it.

“Alright, kiddo,” Buck says. “Then before we go, let’s have a quick chat about the rules for talking to Cranberry while she’s working okay?”

“Okay!” Chris agrees. “But Dad already told me."

#daisies and briars writes #buck service dog fic

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anarcoqueer1994 · 2 years ago

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Dustin had watched Steve for months fall more and more in love with Eddie Munson. Part of him was oddly satisfied to discover that Steve, who carried around some weird jealousy over Eddie for the better part of a school year, had ended up falling for him. He also like that two of his favorite people had ended up becoming close friends. But part of him was worried.

He would watch as Eddie would flirt with Steve, and Steve would turn bright red, a little smile creeping up on his face despite trying to feign annoyance. He would watch as Steve would hang on to every word Eddie said. He noticed Steve showing up to every Hellfire get together under the guise of “not wanting to drive back to pick them up.’ Steve would bring bakery, a treat for everyone, but always smiling the brightest when Eddie would compliment his baking. He would see Eddie leaning over and asking Steve to blow on his dice for good luck, calling him princess, and Dustin would watch as Steve was silently malfunctioning. Steve was falling hard, and Eddie…seemed oblivious to it all.

Dustin would never admit it out loud, but Steve was one of the most important people in his life, a big brother he never thought he would have. And watching Steve with Eddie made him scared. Steve was obviously in loved with Eddie. He even asked Steve once as they were driving. Steve tried to brush it off, but Dustin wasn’t stupid. But Eddie, he couldn’t read. He would see the flirty way Eddie would talk to Steve, leaning into his personal space. But Eddie never seemed to be aware of the way Steve would look at him, or if he was, he was really good at hiding it. He knew Eddie had a big personality, so he couldn’t tell if he meant those things he said to Steve or was just trying to mess around with him (playfully of course.) And he was scared that Eddie’s feelings weren’t the same as Steve’s, and that Steve was going to get his heartbroken one day when his feelings finally come to the surface.

He needed to talk to Eddie, either to see if Eddie felt the same as Steve, or to tell him to stop leading Steve on, stop stringing him along with the hope of something that was never going to happen. He knows he shouldn’t but his nose in, but when has he ever kept his mouth shut when he was supposed to.

There was a bang on his trailer door. Wayne isn’t home so it was just Eddie. He was not expecting anyone so he has no idea who can be bothering him first thing Saturday morning. He contemplates staying in bed, hoping whoever was at the door would leave. But the banging starts up again. He grumpily rolls out of bed, t-shirt and sweatpants, hair pulled into a messy ponytail. He slams the front door open “What?!”

Dustin is already pushing his way past a sleepy Eddie, talking a million miles a minute. “Look dude, I really need to talk to you now, it’s important and it couldn’t wait and its about Steve and…”

“Woah slow down.” Eddie says, anger melting away as he closes the door behind him “Sit down and start again. What is going on?” Eddie sits on the chair, as Dustin sits down on the couch. “Is Steve okay?”

“Yea Steve is okay.” Dustin says calmly. “But, look I need to talk to you about him.” Dustin looks worried.

Eddie’s head was racing, what could Dustin need to talk about involving Steve, with him. He starts to panic, worse case scenarios playing in his head. Is Steve hurt? No. Robin would have already called demanding a ride to wherever Steve was. Oh God, maybe Steve figured out his crush and sent Dustin over here to tell him never to talk to him again. He knew Steve was bisexual, coming out to them all months ago, but knowing he is definitely not Steve’s tyoe. It isn't until Dustin says "Eddie? Are you listening?" That he realizes he has been staring in silence.

"Uh, yeah." Eddie says half heartedly. "Um, what about Steve?"

Dustin takes a deep breath before blurting out "Are you in love with Steve?"

Oh God, he was right. Steve found out about his crush. He tries to prolong the inevitable. "Um...no? I mean I love him, but Im not in love with him, man. Why?" He says blatantly lies, not wanting to get hurt, wanting to protect his secret.

"Oh." Dustin almost sounds disappointed. He clears his throat, not wantingto confront Eddie, but strangly protective of the person who has done so much for him and his friends. "Then, I need you to stop leading him on." Dustin's voice sounds foreign, softer than usual.

Eddie doesn't know what to say, totally confused about what Dustin just said. "What are you talking about? I'm not leading anyone on."

"Eddie, you can't be that dense. " Dustin never one to mince words. "You have to see the massive crush he has on you, and you don't make it any better by using those lame pet names with him. But everytime you do, he gets this look of hope on his face that you could reciprocate his feelings, but if you don't love him like that, I need you to stop. He's been through so much with Nancy, and I don't want him to get hurt again So please don't hurt my friend." His last words were quiet.

Eddie is trying to process everything. Steve loves him? Wants him? He feels dumb for never seeing it. He can't help the smile on his face. "Never pictured you as a softy, Henderson."

"Shut up. Someone has to look out for that idiot, and Robin is too busy sharing thier only brain cell, to do it on her own. But promise me, you won't hurt him, Eddie."

"I can guarantee that. The last thing I want to do is hurt Steve Harrington. In fact, " he stands up "Do you want to go for a quick ride?"

Steve and Robin sat in his livingroom. They were sitting talking about thier love lifes, Robin going on about her first date with Nancy the nighr before. They saw a movie, had dinner, and even spent the night together. She came over early this morning after leaving Nancy’s through the window. Steve couldn't be happier for her. She and Nancy were perfect for each other.

They had mad breakfast together, empty glasses of orange juice and coffee littered the coffee table, next to a half eaten stack of pancakes.

"Now," she smiles "We just have to get you a date with Eddie, and we can have cute double dates."

Steve sighs "Ugh, I'm starting to think that will never happen. I don't think I'm trying to hide how much I like him. Fuck, I even bring those dumb little pastries to Hellfire and his band practice."

"As the person who gets to taste test those pastries, I don't think thier dumb. " She laughs.

"That's not the point, dude. I literally am putting myself out there. Like I even told him he smelled nice the other day, when he changed shampoos."

She laughs again, "Oh no, Steve, you got it so bad."

"That's the problem. I don't think he feels the same way. Like he calls me all those names."

"Like princess" Robin interrupts in a sing-songy voice.

"Oh my God, yes like princess. But then he just laughs them off, pretends like I am not having a minor meltdown, and I don't know what to." Steve puts his head in hands.

"Steve, I'm sure he is into you. Why else would he be flirting all the time." She says matter-of-factly.

"I don’t know, but I feel like he doesn't like me like that." He groans.

Before she can answer, the doorbell rings. Steve has no idea who, besides Robin, would be here this early. He gets up to answer it, Robin watching from her spot on the couch.

There in his doorway is Eddie, Dustin sitting in his van in the driveway. "Eddie what are you doing here? Everything alright?"

Eddie doesn't answer. Instead he suddenly puts his hands on either side of Steve's face, pulling him in for a kiss.

Steve doesn't kiss back not registering what is happening. Eddie pulls away "I'm so sorry, I thought...Dustin said...I'm going to kill him..."

He is cut off by Steve pulling him in by the shirt, crushing lips against Eddie’s, shutting him up. When they pull apart, Steve rest his arms on Eddie’s shoulders. "No need for murder."

He looks past Eddie to Dustin in the drive way who despite fake gagging, just gives Steve a thumbs up. Robin yells from behind "Told you, he likes you."

Eddie smiles "She's right...I do, princess."

And Steve can't help but glow. He now has an amazing boyfriend, on top of his supportive friends.

#stranger things fanfiction #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #robin buckley #steddie #ronance #if you squint

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year ago

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Birthdays, Puppies, and Hayrides

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x sarah grant (fem!oc)

characters: sarah grant, jake seresin, the seresins, nugget seresin

warnings: language, birthdays, faked kidnapping (prank), protective!jake, mentions of religion and praying, let me know if i missed any

word count: ~3.4k

a/n: this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit ( @milesdickpic ) and characters from this story are mentioned. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol (well a fantasy version lol)

i got this birthday piece up later than i wanted, but it's the thought that counts 😂

also, this takes place in 2021

summary: jake gets one of the best birthday surprises he could have asked for

Jake rested his head on his fist, sighing as he looked at his phone.

His birthday had just passed and his family always did something the weekend after, if Jake was able to come home, but he just wasn’t feeling very festive right now. Sarah couldn’t make it to the ranch for the party this year. She’s a teacher, it’s hard to get away to Texas on a random weekend in October.

“Jake? You okay? You look distracted,” Zach, his brother in law, asked as he came in from the kitchen with Blakely’s refilled cup.

Jake hummed and looked up from his phone, “What?” “I asked if you were okay. Clearly somethin’s up, what’s wrong?” Zach said as he sat down.

Rolling his lips between his teeth, Jake sat his phone down and wiped at his mouth. “Just um… just wish Sarah could be here.” His sisters all frowned a little at him, “Jake…”

“No, I’m okay. I get that her job doesn’t allow for random trips. And we talked practically all day yesterday when she wasn’t working. Lunch was an entire facetime session. And we fell asleep on the phone. She um, she had gotten ready while I was still asleep.”

He had woken up that morning to Sarah humming along to a song as she had breakfast. Then he rode with her to work and they talked as she got her room set up for the day. They could only text most of the day and they called before she said had to go.

Jake just wanted to do this with her. He didn’t get to spend last year with her because he couldn’t get to Texas having to stay for training the week of his birthday. And this year he couldn’t visit her during her birthday so he hadn’t seen her since he spent a few weeks in July.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed out of his chair, “I just miss her is all.” He adjusted his jeans before pointing up the stairs, “I’m gonna shower and go to bed. G’night y’all.”

Slow ride, take it easy! Slow ride-

Jake groaned as he dug for his phone and turned his alarm off. “No, I don’t have to get up this early, fuck off alarm.”

He rolled onto his back, forearm draping over his eyes. “Ugh, I hate this, why can’t I sleep in on a Saturday?” His arm plopped next to him, dangling off the bed a little. He turned his head, looking at the pillow next to him.

He felt a little silly, like he was a teenager again who was cuddling a pillow and pretending it was Daisy Duke or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But this time he was pretending it was Sarah, her perfume permanently in the fabric of the pillow case at this point. Jake sighed and picked up his phone. He went to his texts, immediately going to Sarah’s contact. He sent a quick, “Good mornin’, I love you. I hope you have a good day 💜” text before tossing his phone down and rubbing his face.

Sighing again, he rolled back over and snuggled the pillow, inhaling the fall scent of toasted marshmallow and vanilla. Sarah changed perfume during the seasons, but he loved the warmth the sweet smokey scent brought him. It just felt like Sarah, it felt like home.

But sadly, he was pulled out of his thoughts when someone knocked at his door.

He grumbled into his pillows, “Whaaat?” “Do ya have paints on?” He huffed but responded honestly, “Yeah.”

The door opened and Paisley stepped in. She giggled a little as she walked over and shook him awake. "Jake, there's a present in the kitchen for you."

Jake looked over his shoulder at her, his look incredulous, "I'm 27, I don't need gifts." He snuggled his pillow again, “Plus my birthday was Thursday.” “Jaaaake, come ooonn!” He shooed his little away with his hand, “I’ll be down there later, I wanna sleep.”

Paisley huffed and put her hands on her hips. He really needed to go to the kitchen. "Okay well, mom made bacon pancakes just for you soooo." She teased as she left, slowly exiting and waiting for Jake to respond.

Jake inhaled and rolled over before sitting up, "And I'm up, I'll be there in a second."

She smirked and patted the door as she closed it, "That's what I thought."

Jake grunted as he got out of bed and put a shirt on before going downstairs to the kitchen.

He was still a little groggy when he got to the kitchen, so at first he didn't realize that his girlfriend was handing him his coffee.

"There you go Darlin'," Sarah said with a smile as she handed him the warm mug of black coffee with two scoops of sugar and a little bit of creamer – just the way he liked it.

"Thank you Sugar," he mumbled sleepily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he took a sip.

Then as he swallowed the bittersweet coffee, his eyes widened in realization and he looked at his mom and sisters, who were grinning ear to ear. "Is she... Is she really here?"

Jake had to be sure he wasn’t dreaming, he wasn’t looking down until he got confirmation that it was really his girl.

“It’s her JT, you’re not dreamin’,” Addison said with a smile as she fixed a bottle for Peyton.

He looked down, his pasture green eyes meeting the warm woodsy brown eyes staring up at him. The corners were crinkled, telling him she was smiling.

“Hi Cowboy.”

The moment her honey sweet voice hit his ears, porcelain was hitting marble and he was wrapping his arms around her.

“You’re here! Oh my gosh, you’re here!”

Sarah giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m here Darlin’, I’m here.” Tears pricked her eyes and she could feel Jake’s tears hit her neck.

They stood there embracing for God knows how long before they pulled apart, both wiping tears.

“I-I-I thought you couldn’t make it! What are you doing here?” Jake asked, his grin still on his face. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now would it?” Sarah teased as she brought him closer and pressed her lips to his.

Jake smiled against her lips, threading his hand into her hair as he wrapped his other arm around her in an attempt to pull her as close as possible.

Sarah’s hand cradled the back of his head, her manicured nails scratching at his scalp gently as her mouth moved against his. Her other hand cupped his cheek, her thumb moving back and forth on his scruff.

After a few moments they pulled away, softly laughing as they rested their foreheads on one another.

She giggled as she swiped her kiss swollen lips with her tongue before rolling them together.

“Happy birthday, Jake,” she said softly with a lovesick smile.

“Thank you, Sugar,” he smiled and kissed her nose. “Best present I could have gotten. I was prayin’ for this.” Sarah teared up a little before patting his chest, “You have one more present.”

He chuckled, “Honey, havin’ you here is enough of a gift. I doubt you could top it.” Sarah raised her eyebrows, “Well, we’ll just have to see about that. Won’t we?” He hummed before pecking her lips, “I guess so.”

Sarah hummed as well before pulling back, “Close your eyes and sit down. I’ll be right back.” Jake nodded and did as told, sitting at the kitchen table.

“What do you think she got you Jake?” Tilly asked as she got the plates and cups down. He shrugged, eyes still closed, “I don’t know. She could have made me something and I just know that I’ll love it.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Delilah chuckled, shaking her head fondly at her son. “I get it from Dad, Ma.” “Got that right.”

“Okay,” Sarah’s voice came from around the corner. “Your eyes closed, Lieutenant?” “Sure are, Coach.” She couldn’t help but giggle and roll her eyes, “Pay? Are his eyes actually closed?” “They are Sarah, buuuut,” Paisley went over and covered Jake’s eyes. “Okay, c’mon on in.”

Jake heard Sarah giggle before hearing her pad over, “Alright, open your eyes.”

Jake did so as Paisley moved her hands and his eyes went straight to the little bundle of black and white fur in Sarah’s arms.

He jerked his head up, “You did not.” She nodded, giggling as she scratched the little guy’s neck, “I did.” She carefully put the pup in Jake’s arms. “I remember you telling me about Duke, and the pictures you showed me. I saw this little guy and thought he was a spitting image of Duke when he was that size.” Jake teared up. He told Sarah about Duke after he saw her border collie, Raven. It was such a fleeting conversation that happened months ago. It was followed by the immediate talk of where they should go camping and Duke wasn’t brought up much after that.

So to see that she remembered not only the dog’s name but the four photos he had shown her? It choked him up.

He sniffled and looked down at the pup, “Hi buddy.” The pup immediately licked at Jake’s chin, “Oh yeah, hi hi,” he chuckled before kissing the pup’s head. “Where did you find him?”

“A local shelter actually,” Sarah said with a soft smile as she sat down. “He was um… He was the last of his litter to get adopted. His mama was found wandering around the silos in Waco. And affectionately they named her Maggie. Sadly she didn’t make it after the birth… But all 6 pups did.”

Jake leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, “Thank you. I love him.” Sarah smiled, “I’m glad. You wanna learn what the shelter named him?” “Of course, I do.” Her smile widened, “His name is Nugget.” “Nugget?” She nodded, “I can tell you why.” “Please do, I’m curious.

Sarah giggled excitedly, shifting in her seat, “Okay, so I was talking with one of the receptionists and she was telling me about Nugget. I asked her why they settled on Nugget for him and, I swear this is the truth, she said it was because he stole the shelter workers Chicken McNuggets.”

“What?” He laughed, “No there’s no way! This sweet little guy? He would never steal.”

“That’s what I thought! But she showed me proof. This little lunch bandit would steal unattended nuggets. Thus becoming, Nugget.”

Jake chuckled, the story of how Nugget got his name sounding familiar.

“Sounds a lot like getting a-”

“Call sign,” Sarah nodded, grinning. “Yeah I thought the same thing… reminded me of you.”

Jake smiled wide at her, his heart fluttering almost concerningly.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he was falling for her even more. Everything she did just made his stomach swoop and his whole body flushing when he thought about her.

“I love you, so so much.”

She kissed his lips before standing, “I love you too, Cowboy.”

He watched her walk behind him before looking and Nugget, “Well Nugget and Hangman, perfect duo.”

Sarah looked over her shoulder at him as she got orange juice out of the fridge. She smiled, her heart warming at the sight.

“Well, look who decided to show up!”

“Ah!” Sarah laughed as she was picked up and shook a little. “Carter Wells put me down!”

He did and everyone laughed as she hit his chest before shoving him away.

Everyone else filed into the kitchen, giving her a hug before settling for breakfast.

After breakfast, the rest of the late morning and early afternoon was preparing things for the grill and other things for the afternoon.

Sarah may or may not have been caught watching the Razorback game on her phone while making dirt cake. But no one really cared, Texas wasn’t playing that weekend so they needed some entertainment.

Jake, his dad, and his brother-in-laws were getting hay bales in the back of the trailer for the hayride.

The kids were outside while they loaded the trailer and Nugget was getting his energy out chasing them and nipping at their heels.

More family members, some of Jake’s high school buddies and some of Tilly’s friends showed up around 4 o’clock.

Jake was excited again about the event, now that Sarah was here to enjoy it with him. And now they had a cute little addition to the family.

Everything was perfect.

Once it hit 6:30 and the sun was really starting to go down, Jack got everyone’s attention.

“Alright everyone! The sun is setting, so we’re gonna get started eating but I think Jake had something he wanted to say?”

Jake put his drink down as he nodded, grabbing Sarah’s hand and pulling her with him to where people could see them.

“Hey, everyone, I just want to say thank you all for comin’ out tonight to celebrate my birthday. I made it one more year,” he said, chuckling as squeezed Sarah’s hand. “And I plan to make it through many more years, don’t think I don’t.” He looked down at her, “I got too much waiting for me at home.”

He looked back at everyone, “I want to say grace before we dig in.”

Everyone bowed there heads as Jake blessed the food before they started eating.

“Okay, it’s 8 o’clock! Let’s get this hayride started!” Jack said, pointing to the trailer and tractor.

Jake pulled Sarah to her feet and toward the trailer, “C’mon we gotta get the good seats!” She giggled, “Hold on Jake, I’m not bringing Nugget with us, not at this age.”

She turned to Addison, “Will you watch Nugget?” Addison nodded, “Yeah of course, I’m staying back with Peyton.” Zach came over and took Nugget from her, “We’ll make sure he stays out of trouble.”

“Wait, you’re staying?” Jake asked, confused. “Yeah, staying here to help get the bonfire started.” “Oh okay, well have fun being lame, Zach. We’re gonna go see what Tilly and her friends had set up for tonight to scare us. C’mon Sugar.”

Sarah giggled as Jake dragged her to the trailer, helping her up and to a hay bale.

Zach sighed and looked at his wife, “Oh Addie, he has no idea what he’s in for.” She arched her eyebrow, “What do you and Tilly have planned?”

“You’ll see Adds, you’ll see.”

Jake looked over at Sarah, she was giggling as Ethan tried to tickle her just for her to get him back.

She sighed as Ethan ran to his dad and looked at Jake, “What?” He shook his head, smiling, “Nothing, just still so happy you’re here.” She smiled and leaned over to grab his hand, “I’m happy I’m here too.”

Jake can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to her lips, “I love you.” “I love you too.”

“Hey JT?”

“Yeah PT?”

Paisley leaned against her boyfriend, “Why are you across from her and not next to her?” Jake chuckled and leaned back a little, “Well, I wanted to watch her reactions. And then if she was scared I can bring her over here. But she was laughing the whole time.”

Sarah shrugged, “I don’t scare easily.” Jake laughed and shook his head, “I’ll get you eventually.”

They all laughed before looking around at the calmness of the ranch as Jack drove back to the house.

The ride was calm, everyone mingling and looking at their phones occasionally.

Then suddenly, arms wrapped around Sarah’s midsection and she was being yanked off the trailer.

Gasping, she reached for her boyfriend, “AAH! Jake! Jake!”

Jake looked up, thinking she had simply lost her balance and was falling. But over her shoulder he can see a hooded figure pulling her back off the trailer.

Panic rushed through him and he dropped his phone, leaving it to clatter to the floor of the trailer, “What the hell?!”

Should he have watched his mouth with little ears around him, yeah probably. But his girlfriend was being dragged away by whoever this person was.

Jake got to his feet, moving so fast he nearly fell over. He reached for his girlfriend only to graze her fingers as she was pulled off the hay bale.

“Jake, help me!” Sarah screamed as she was dragged away.

He didn’t think twice as he jumped off the moving trailer, chasing after the figure that was dragging his girl away.

“Hey!”

“Jake!”

He caught up to them and grabbed Sarah’s hand, pulling her toward him and then behind him.

Though the figure in front of him was nearly towering over him, that didn’t change the fact this man tried to hurt his girl. He was the only thing between the danger and Sarah; he had to protect her, no matter what.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Who the hell are you?” Jake wasn’t quiet yelling, but his voice was strong, commanding. His chest was puffed out as his shoulders were drawn back, making himself wider. His eyes were stern and his upper lip was curled in a snarl. He wasn’t Jake, he was Hangman.

When the man didn’t respond, Jake shoved at his chest, “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

Sarah's eyes widened and she gripped his shoulder, “Okay, Jake, Honey.”

He shook her hand off, his eyes still on the figure.

“Jake,” she sighed as she pulled out her phone and turned on the light. She wormed her way between them, shining the light up, “Jake, it’s Zachary. It’s just Zach, everything’s fine. It was just supposed to be a prank.”

Jake looked up seeing his brother-in-law trying not to laugh.

“You asshole,” Jake said, relaxing a little but punching Zach in the shoulder. “That wasn’t funny. I actually thought Sarah was gonna get hurt.” He looked down at his girlfriend, “Why?” “I’m sorry Jake, we didn’t think it would scare you that much.”

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her, “It’s okay. Just maybe next time, pick like Tyler or someone not built like a tree to do it.” Both Sarah and Zach chuckled, “No promises, this was also Tilly’s idea.” Jake shook his head, “Of course it was. Imma take this up with her.”

Jack brought the tractor over, “You know I thought you would have noticed that no one else was freaking out.” Jake rolled his eyes, “Well excuse me for being worried that my girlfriend was being dragged off the trailer by a giant.”

He sighed and helped Sarah up into the trailer, “But it’s alright now, but Zach is still an ass and I’m givin’ Tilly a stern talking to.”

His dad chuckled, “I would expect nothin’ less. Let’s get back to the house.”

Jack drove them back to the house, letting everyone get off before taking the trailer to the haybarn.

When Jake and Sarah got off the trailer, a little bark greeted them as they walked over to the firepit.

“Nugget! Hey my little man!” Jake said with a grin as he sat down and the pup got in his lap, jumping up to lick his face. “Yeah yeah hi!”

Sarah giggled and sat next to Jake, “Looks like I picked the right pup. He loves you.” Jake smirked, unable to help himself, “Who doesn’t love me, Sugar?” She opened her mouth to respond but Kassandra beat her to it.

“All she has to do is call your base and she’ll get her answer.”

“Hey, you hush,” Jake said pointedly before laughing.

He turned and looked at Sarah, “Don’t listen to her.” Sarah giggled and shook her head, “Alright, I won’t.” Jake chuckled and kissed her forehead before she looked at the bonfire, her hand absentmindedly petting Nugget and he settled next to her.

Jake couldn’t help but look at her eyes. The fire reflected in her eyes beautifully. It enhanced the color, the shadow casted by her lids creating a contrast of dark chocolate to the warm amber lit up by the flames.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?”

He watched her brow furrow, “What?” “You’re eyes, they’re gorgeous. They have this depth and mystery to them, but they aren’t cold. One look and I feel like I drank an entire pot of hot chocolate, warm and cozy,” he whispered lowly against her temple.

“Jake, that’s so sweet but extremely cheesy,” she giggled. “You love it,” he laughed, kissing her head and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She hummed and looked up at him, “That’s not all I love.”

A grin split Jake’s face and he pressed his lips to hers.

“I love you too Sugar.”

hi yes, i know it's whumptober, but i had to follow my muse and do a birthday piece for glen's birthday, which for this series is also jake's birthday

i hope you enjoyed!

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year ago

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Hi, babes! Me again! I can’t get enough of your writing!

I was inspired by a song I listened to this morning. Well, I shouldn’t say inspired, more so my mind automatically went to South Terano while listening to it!

Anyway! Take a listen. I’d love a fic about him based on this song. I don’t see enough South smut/fluff on my timeline.😩

Thank you in advance! Love you!😘💕

OHKAY!

Friday Evenings: South Terano x Fem!Reader

wc: 681

tw: smut

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Friday evenings used to be all about going out to clubs with the girls. Saturday mornings would be spent hung over the toilet and trying not to puke your guts out.

But once you met South Terano in the back of a nightclub, Friday evenings had never been the same.

"Just like that, babe." South lazily puts the blunt up to his lips and inhales deeply. He passes it up to you, and you take it, leaning back on your legs and taking a pause in your "Friday Night Smackdown."

You take a long drag of the blunt, then hand it back to South dutifully before leaning forward and placing a hand on his chest. Your fingers drift below his silver link chain, and you smirk, thinking about toying with it just to get South riled up.

"You like this?" You move your hips in a grinding motion, and South's eyes widen a fraction. "Like it when I ride you?"

"Oh, baby," he purrs, biting his lower lip. "Surprised you're not whining that you're stuffed." You chuckle at his attempt to wound your pride. South rises up from his back as you grind lazily in his lap, and he pulls you close, dipping his hands around the curves of your body. He nestles his face in the valley between your breasts, kissing and nipping at your skin lazily as the high sets in.

"You should probably lay back if you want to be serviced."

South licks a stripe up your neck and hums to himself, but he doesn't deign your suggestion with a reply. Instead, he pushes you onto your back and pulls out of you. You whimper, feeling the absence of his dick, but he comes around the bed and pulls your body so your head dangles off the edge.

You look up at him, barely making eye contact as he looms over you like a blue-eyed angel. "Open wide for me." You obey, and he slicks his cock around your lips, touching his tip to your tongue once before retreating. You taste yourself on his dick and angle your chin so he can do it again.

He does, this time only going as deep as two inches past his tip and then pulling back. "You gonna take every inch in that pretty mouth of yours."

You moan, and his dick presses into your mouth once more. He presses against your throat once, twice, three times, and then pulls back. South taps his dick against your pouting lips, then slides back into your mouth and not easing back out at all. His balls hang close to your face, and if you actually had a decent gag reflex, you might have tears in your eyes.

He starts to fuck your mouth, leaning his hands on the bed and grunting with the effort. Fingers reach between your thighs and part your swollen pussy lips before sliding into you, and you try to moan past his cock. But nothing really escapes.

South's dick bullies your throat mercilessly. His hips buck into you roughly, and if you're not careful, he actually might--

Your thoughts are jostled from your mind as another hand touches your throat. Never mind the lack of air or the overstimulation; South rubs his thick fingers over your throat and groans with pleasure.

"Can feel it," he hisses. "Can feel my cock right there." South picks up his pace and fucks you faster, making the mixture of spit and precum leak down your cheeks. His grunts are tell-tale signs of his impending need to cum, and it's only a moment before you feel the veins on his dick pulse against your tongue.

Hot, salty cum follows not long after, and you swallow - as you should - every last drop. "Oh, yeah," South remarks, feeling your throat pulse around his tip. "Clean up your mess, baby." You do, and as he softens, South leans back, panting for air. You wipe your face while he moves around the bed and props your legs around his shoulders.

"Now, it's your turn."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #south terano smut #south terano x reader #south terano

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jordie-gvf · 2 years ago

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closer, josh kiszka

this was a fic request for reader sleeping with one of the twins and ronnie being the bestie but you didnt know so its very awkward. bestie i tried! hopefully its what you had in mind, if it isnt, let me know and I will write it again!

word count : 2.8k+

warnings : mentions of sex, hangover, allusions to sex but no smut, language, cheating, hickies, making out, josh doing jelvis, frat josh

enjoy ❤️

The best thing about frat parties was that whenever you woke up, you never remembered a thing.

When you woke up in the morning, you felt another body next to you. You could feel just the sheet covering your body. You looked at the table next to you and saw an empty bottle of cherry limeade vodka and a few empty cans of four lokos.

You felt whoever it was next to you move, followed by a muffled morning groan. You looked over and saw a guy who was in film criticism with you. What was his name? Adam? Jeff? Jake? Josh? Josh, that was his name, you remembered.

He moved his head over towards you and opened his eyes. You turned your head so you wouldn't make eye contact with him. He put his arm under you and moved you closer to him. He wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. You pretended to wake up, trying not to give yourself away.

“Hey there cowgirl,” He said to you and placed the pink cowgirl hat on your head. It all came back to you as soon as he put the hat on you.

One of your friends had invited you to a costume party last night. Like most college girls, you were dressed in your skimpiest halloween costume ever. A white bandana print crop top, low rise flare jeans, cowgirl boots, and a pink bedazzled cowgirl hat.

He sat up and grabbed the hat, putting it on his head. You found your phone in the bed and looked over at the time, 11:25 AM. Luckily, it was Saturday, so you didn't have any classes today.

You looked through your phone on snapchat and found a video you don't remember taking. That was because you didn't.

It was a video of you on top of Josh, riding him in the pink hat. You quickly put your phone face down on the bed. You sat up holding the sheet to your chest, trying to find your clothes. He got up and put his underwear on, before going over to the closet. You had assumed this was his room, as he had knowledge of where everything was. He threw a shirt at you and told you to keep it.

You put the shirt on and grabbed your jeans. You quickly put your jeans on and found your keys and wallet. He very quickly dismissed you, not even saying good morning or anything. The second you stepped out of his room, he slammed the door behind you.

You made it back to your dorm until you got a text from your friend Ronnie. She had asked if you wanted to go out for lunch. You were hungover and haven't eaten anything yet. Before you could make it to your car, you leaned over and threw up in the grass. You pulled your hair back and pulled out a makeup wipe to wipe your face off.

You made it to the restaurant and saw Ronnie sitting in a booth. You went over to her and sat down, the first thing she said to you was, “Damn, you look like shit.” You smiled and hummed. She looked at you in confusion and asked you, “Where'd you get that shirt? My brother has one just like it.” You started panicking but shrugged, telling her you found it in the missing clothes bin at the laundromat.

There was no way you had slept with your best friend's brother. No way. Once you ordered food and got some chips to eat, you sat there and talked about life. She had asked you if you went to a party last night. You shook your head and told her you went to a costume party. She laughed and asked if it was hosted by a guy named Jake. You nodded and she laughed, “That would be my brother.” You cocked your head to the side and she nodded. She told you she was there but she didn't see you, but little did she know, you were on top of her brother from 12AM to 3AM.

You two ate and then said goodbye to each other. You went to your dorm and saw Maya, your roommate inside on her bed. “Girl, I have something to tell you.” you told her. She moved her book and patted her bed, ready to hear all of the drama.

“You know last night how we went to that party right, you ended up leaving with some dude, but I stayed. At around 11:30, I saw this dude with curly hair staring at me. I looked at him and waved. He came over to me and put his hand on my back and I guess led me to his room. He had some full bottles of vodka in there and some cases of four lokos. So we started drinking and we ended up having sex. Well, you know Ronnie? Yeah, I slept with her fucking brother.”

She looked at you with her mouth wide open. She smiled and started laughing. “Bitch, how did you not know that it was her brother?” she asked you. You told her, “I haven't gone to her house before, I didn't know what her house looked like. I've only known her for a few months.”

Your phone vibrated next to you. You looked at the notification. Ronnie. She texted you and asked you if you would want to come over, that she was bored. You sent a thumbs up and told Maya you were leaving. She wished you good luck as you were walking out the door.

You got there and saw Kaila on the front porch, one of your best friends. She was sitting outside on a swinging bench. She walked over to you and said, “Maya updated me. Girl, how did you not know? They literally look the same.” You shook your head and walked inside as Kaila walked down the steps to leave.

You saw Ronnie on the couch with a guy you haven't seen before. “Y/N, this is my little brother, Sam.” You walked over to the couch and shook his hand. He stared at you in awe and said, “Damn, you're hot.” Ronnie laughed and patted his shoulder. “Sorry bud, she's way out of your league. And it looks like she's already got someone.”

You gave her a confused look and she motioned to your neck. You asked her where the bathroom was and she pointed to it. You walked over to the bathroom and inspected your neck. Dark burgundy marks covering your neck. You heard someone walk over to the bathroom door and knock. You said, “Just a second.” and opened the door. You weren't looking at them until they coughed and said, “Nice hickies, cowgirl.” You would know that voice anywhere. You looked up and saw Josh, standing there, staring down at you. You quickly walked away from him and back to the couch. She apologized for her older brother's actions and said, “Oh that's just Josh. Don't worry about him, he's harmless.”

You nodded and sat down on the couch. You were on your phone when you felt the cushion next to you sink, and someone sat down.

You looked over and saw Josh. You sighed and turned away from him. There was a movie playing so Ronnie and Sam couldn't hear you two. “What? What could you possibly want?” He shrugged and said, “Nothing, just needed a place to sit.”

You moved your attention back to your phone and chose not to pay attention to him. Until you felt something fall in your lap. His phone, with a new contact needing to be filled in. You grabbed it reluctantly and typed all your information in.

You were playing a game when you got a text message from an unknown number. You opened it and it read,

josh

You like that video I took last night? Send it to me?

No, I will not send you a video of me riding you with my tits out.

Oh come on, you liked riding me just as much as I loved having your tits in my face.

Go away.

You never answered my question. Did you like the video I took last night?

No, I don't like the non consensual video you took of me last night.

Actually, you gave consent, thank you very much.

Whatever, go away. I'm trying to watch this movie.

He read it and put his phone down. You asked Ronnie if you could go in her room to take a nap and she nodded. About five minutes after you took your shoes off, there was a knock. You told whoever it was to come in. You assumed it was Ronnie needing to get something. You heard an “ahem” and opened your eyes to see Josh. You sighed and turned over to the other side, not facing him.

‘Awh what? You dont wanna see me anymore?” he asked you.

You got up and turned to him. “We had sex once, that's it. Can you leave me alone now?” You asked him and looked down.

He turned his head to the door and said, “Wow, actually I was gonna ask you if you wanted to be partners on the project, but I guess not.” He sat up and walked over to the door. He muttered out a “Bye Y/N.” and opened the door to leave.

The last thing you remembered from the other night was him, specifically his Elvis accent. ‘Bye Elvis.” you said to him and put your head back down. He looked back at you and laughed, “Oh god, you remember that?” You nodded and laughed with him. He sat back down next to you and you asked him, “Did you still want to be partners? I'm gonna be honest, I sleep in class so I have no idea what's going on.” He laughed and nodded. He put his hand on your thigh, which made you look up at him.

He looked at you with desire in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed you roughly. He pulled away and said, “Sorry, I'll leave now.” and got up. As he was opening the door, you got up and slammed the door closed and pulled him close to you by his shirt. You hungrily kissed him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He put his arms around your ass and lifted you up onto his hips. He pushed you up against the door and started kissing down your neck.

“Josh, we can never do this again. I can't do this to Ronnie.” You told him, as you cuddled next to him. “You act like I'm repulsive.” He said to you and started getting up. “It's not that you're repulsive, she's my best friend and I'm having sex with her brother.” He scoffed and said, “Whatever Y/N. It wasn't that good anyway,” put his clothes on and left the room.

You sat up, surprised at what he said. You got dressed and went downstairs, told Ronnie you were leaving. You could tell Josh didn't mean what he said, because the way he looked at you as you were wiping tears was remorseful. You looked at him one last time before leaving.

You picked up your little sister Vanessa from her dads house and brought her out for ice cream. She was 17, so she wasn't stupid. “Long night?” she asked you and laughed. You scoffed and told her everything, from Friday night to two hours ago. Her response was, “Damn, what an asshole. You could've said that his twin was better, that's what I would've done.” You laughed at her and asked if she wanted to get her nails done, that it was on you. She nodded and you two went to the nail salon.

As you were getting your toes done, you felt your phone vibrate on your lap.

I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry.

Okay

I'm trying to apologize and all you say is okay?

Yes, that's all I'm saying, cause I have nothing else to say to you.

You left it at that and went over to get your nails done. You got sparkly pink square nails and Vanessa got white. You paid and tipped your technicians and went out for lunch.

As soon as you got into the car, you handed her your phone and showed her the messages. She laughed and said, “Yeah he kind of was an asshole. But you seriously cried over him?” You nodded and scoffed. You went to a local barbecue place and saw Jake and Ronnie there. You and Jake had ENG 102 together. You said hey to him and he waved back to you. When you were done ordering, Vanessa whispered in your ear that he was hot. You laughed and told her that was Josh's twin and she stopped laughing.

Jake motioned you to come sit with them. You and Vanessa sat next to each other. Jake told you Josh was coming. You let out an “okay” and nudged Vanessa with your knee. When Josh got there, you were not expecting him to have another girl with him. You looked up at him and he looked at you, dumbfounded. Ronnie looked at the girl with Josh and said, “Hey Morgan, I didn't see you come to the house this morning? Where were you?” Morgan looked at her with confusion and said, “I wasn't in the house this morning?” Ronnie’s eyes widened and said, “Oh, okay.”

Josh started kicking you under the table, trying to get your attention. You kicked him back harder and he winced. Vanessa kept nudging you, trying to get you to say something. Morgan reached her hand over to you and said, “Hi! I'm Morgan, Josh's girlfriend!” You shook her hand and introduced you and Vanessa. She seemed like she was a sweetheart.

Once you and Vanessa finished eating, you got up and went to the car. Josh had gotten up and asked if he could talk to you about the project. You told Vanessa to get in the car, while you and Josh talked.

“You are such an asshole you know that? You cheated on your girlfriend? Why would you do that?” You asked him as you started pushing him away from you. He grabbed your wrists to try and stop you. He just sat there and said nothing to you. “I don't even want to look at you right now. Don't talk to me until you have your shit together.” you said to him. That was exactly what he did, didn't talk to you. Every time you went over to the Kiszka house, he wouldn't talk to you, wouldn't look at you. You had found a new partner for the project, which you aced.

The day was a Wednesday, when Josh had talked to you. You were in class when he turned around and asked if he could come to your dorm room. You nodded and told Maya that you needed to have a private discussion with Josh in the room and she told you she would be gone for however long you needed. You profusely thanked her and told her you would make it up to her. Once class ended, he followed you to your dorm and walked in. He complimented the nicely decorated dorm and sat down on the bed you pointed to.

You changed into something more comfortable and sat down in the papasan chair you and Maya shared.

“You know, the day you told me to never talk to you until I got my shit together was the day I told her I cheated on her. I never told her who it was, just that I cheated on her. She broke up with me the same day. I was just too nervous to tell you. This entire time I've just been thinking about you and I, and what it would be like if we were together. I told Ronnie too, I just told her not to say anything to you, considering it was me who came onto you. Y/N, I'm sorry. Look at me, cowgirl, I am sorry. Will you just like me again?”

You looked at him and said, “Who said I ever stopped liking you?” and kissed him. He pulled you on top of him and laid down with you. You were about to take your shirt off when Maya walked in the door, you got off of him and cleared your throat. You and Josh both looked at her while she stood in the doorway looking right back at you two.

She grabbed something from her bed, said sorry, and left. Josh looked at you and said, “Come here cowgirl, get on top of me.”

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Lovers & Strangers -Chapter 7

I sat in the airport early Saturday morning probably still drunk waiting for my flight. Somehow Ethan convinced me to stay on Wednesday night, and he was serious about me coming to Minnesota. His parents arrived yesterday, and will be waiting to pick me up when I get there. I don’t know why I couldn’t just take a later flight but here I am, sitting in the airport at 5:45 am for my 6:20 am flight. I literally was only able to have a 2 hour nap… I shouldn’t be here.

When I got to my seat on the plane I fell asleep immediately and slept the entire 2 hour flight. This time when I woke I was hungover.

I got off the plane and made my way past the baggage claim to not only see Ethan’s parents but mine… Great. I walk over and my parents each give me a hug, then Ethan’s parents proceed to give me a hug next. “Hey! How have you been?” Ethan’s mom says and I smile slightly

“Good!” I say and she looks at me again

“You feeling okay?” she says grabbing my parents attention

“You look white” my mom says

“Plane sick” I lie

“Since when have you gotten plane sick? You love plane rides.” My mother says again

“Lots of turbulence this time, I don’t know mom” I say before we head out of the airport.

We go to breakfast at some small cafe as our parents chat about this afternoon's plans to go to the Mall of America, since we can’t really see him until after his game tonight. “No offense but I just want to have a nap” I say to them.

“You don’t want to shop?” my mother looks at me confused.

“Not really, I was up late last night” I say

They continue talking about last night and seeing Ethan as I swirl my food around the plate, as I’m really not hungry. My attention was suddenly grabbed at the sound of Mark’s name. “And that Mark is a sweetheart” my mother says and I look up

“Oh he is the sweetest, a really good boy! Always greets us when we go down to the school.” Ethan’s mother confirms

They continue talking about Mark, where he is from, what his parents are like, what his parents do for a living, his academic standing, etc.. It really amazes me how Mark comes off as so sweet to everyone else except for me.

After breakfast they drop me off at the hotel giving me a key. I walked into the hotel and up to the room where I layed for a bit, I pulled out Instagram and posted the pictures I took last weekend. After I posted I fell asleep.

Ethan and I’s parents arrive back into the room and gently wake me up. As I’m getting ready to roll out of bed I pick up my phone checking my Instagram notification on my recent post as commenting back.

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I start getting ready for the game quickly as it took me awhile to roll out of the bed. As I am in the bathroom putting makeup on, my mother comes in and shuts the door behind her. “Can I help you?” I ask her giving her a side eye in the mirror.

“Have you been checking your grades lately?” she says looking at me through the mirror

“Last I checked they weren’t that bad” I say before batting my eyelashes on my mascara wand, “calm down” I say rolling my eyes

“You’re at risk of academic probation, you lost your scholarship for next year, and you’ve been absolutely hell to be around, and you are trying to tell me I should be calm. Y/f/n I will tell you right now, If you end up on academic probation I won’t even allow you to go back in the fall to correct that!” she says sternly at me, “understand me?”

“Yes! Okay! Jeez, I’ll try harder” I say and my mother shakes her head leaving the bathroom. I finish up before going back out to meet everyone in the hallway. We went out for supper and then headed over to the game.

After the big win, we all headed down to the ice level to meet with Ethan. I stand with our parents as they chat about the game Ethan just played as I see him walk around the corner. When we make eye contact, he makes a funny face to me and I scrunch my nose and smile back as he approaches our group. He hugs both his parents, then mine.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Ethan’s father asks him

“Just bed, celly starts tomorrow when we're back” he says and a small chuckle escapes his lips. “You guys going right back? He asks our parents

“We might go out for a drink” his mother tells him right before someone yells out that they are loading up the bus

“Okay, well if I don’t see you tonight, we are eating breakfast at the hotel tomorrow morning at 8” he says, hugging us all one last time before walking towards the group.

I get dropped off at the hotel and make my way to the room. As I get off the elevator I make the turn around the wall entering the hallway where my parents and I’s room is when I see Ethan standing outside my door. It’s been quite a few days without sex, so I knew exactly what he wanted. And I wanted it too.

“Oh, I thought the celebration starts tomorrow” I say as I approach him.

“I was thinking we could get an early start,” he says, making me instantly weak in the knees.

“Alright, but we gotta be quick” I say unlocking the door and we both enter. I shut the door that connects to Ethan’s parents room and turn to Ethan taking my shirt off in the process. Ethan takes his off as he watches me unclasp my bra, and we take our pants off at the same time so we are both completely naked.

I walk up and press my lips to his and we being making out. He pushes me hard against the door I just shut. He trails kisses down to my chest as he massages my tits. He then begins sucking hard on them, making me gulp. “C-careful!” I say to him and he begins massaging my tits a little more rough making me throw my head back on the door behind me.

I begin to slowly lower myself and he releases my tits so I can face his cock. I spit down on it before grabbing it and stroking him. I look up to make eye contact with him, “You don’t know how bad I needed this” he says then releases a heavy breath. I tilt my head and lick from the bottom of his cock up to his tip, kissing it before sliding it in my mouth. I begin sucking on his tip first as I stroke his the rest of his cock with my free hands. I release my mouth and look up at him before entering him back in my mouth even further. I continue sucking back and forth and I hear Ethan give me praises through his soft moans. “C-come’ir” he says and I release his cock from my mouth standing in front of him. He grabs his cock and strokes it a few times as he brings his lips to mine to makeout with me again. He lets go of his cock when he feels my hand try to take over and reaches down rubbing circles around my clit fast, “I’m already so close” he says breaking from the kiss so he can watch me moan as he slips two fingers inside of me pumping it a few times before curling his fingers hard inside of me.

“Fuck E” I moan out as Ethan bites on to his lip enjoying watching me moan for him. He then pulls his fingers out and I whimper slightly at the loss of friction between us. He pulls me over to the bed and leans me down so I was bent over the bed laying on my stomach. His foot hits mine hinting to push them apart so both my legs take to steps apart opening my legs for Ethan.

I hear his balls swing back and forth hitting skin and he strokes himself hard before thrusting into me deep, “Fuck Ethan!” I whimper loudly and he stops himself deep inside of me before saying: “Shhh! We can’t be too loud”.

He begins thrusting inside of me as he grabs my hips so he can become more forceful as he pushes himself in me. He pumps hard and fast, making my legs weak. I can’t help but to arch my back slightly. At this new angle Ethan repeatedly his my g-spot over and over, “Fuck Ethan right there! OH MY GOD!” I whimper loudly again. He doesn’t shush me this time instead I feel him twitch inside of me slightly as he continues thrusting into me. He cums inside of me as he is thrusting me quickly becoming sloppy.

“Oh Fuck!” he says pulling himself out of me fast

“Again Ethan?! Seriously?” I ask him as he runs to the bathroom grabbing some toilet paper to wipe up the cream oozing out of me.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he says handing me another bit of toilet paper to clean what he missed. I clean myself and take the cream filled toilet paper and throw it into the toilet flushing it as Ethan gets changed. I come back out and get myself dressed as Ethan lays on the bed watching me.

After I get dressed I open the door between the two rooms and crawl beside Ethan. He puts his arm over my shoulder as he turns the tv on. We watched the tv before I accidentally fell asleep and Ethan slipped away without waking me.

In the morning, the alarm goes off at 6:30 am and I sit up immediately rubbing our eyes. I look over at my parents bed to see them already up scrolling through their phones on Facebook or reading some article or something. I roll back over falling asleep for a bit before another alarm goes off at 7. I finally get up and make my way to take a shower.

I get myself ready then grab my bag and heading down to put it in the car. When I put the bag in the car, I then turn back towards the hotel and join Ethan’s parents for breakfast. As we eat the whole team came down. Ethan sat at the table with us waiting for the area to be less squished by the breakfast area, before getting up to get his own, then sitting with his team.

After I finished eating, it was time for us to leave so I could catch my flight. Ethan quickly came over and gave his parents and my parents a hug, telling him that he will see them next weekend before hugging me, “I’ll see you in a bit” he says with a soft smile.

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