#glad to know the sweater thigh highs have been around since the beginning

[ailous-arts]

MAXIE WAS GOING TO HAVE BLACK HAIR AND A SOUL PATCH!!!?!?? AND ARCHIE WAS GOING TO HAVE BLUE EMO FRINGE HELLO???

Why is this version of Maxie kindaaaaaa

[cower-before-power]

Naked Attraction

Summary: A typical day in your art class turn into anything but when you’re introduced to your nude model for the week- a devastatingly gorgeous man named Levi.

Pairing: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

TW: Nudity, swearing, suggestive content, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 30), dick jokes, reader is thirsty and lewds Levi hard, perhaps poorly written stuff about art and drawing because I literally know nothing haha

(minors please do not interact, just to be safe)

Link to A03 here

A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @ghost-party’s Meet Cute Collab with my darling husband Levi. I’ve never written for him before so I was a little nervous haha, I hope I did him justice! Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs- you are all wonderful and I appreciate your support! I hope you enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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“Morning,” Jean greets you with a crooked smile and a steaming cup of coffee. It’s the good stuff from the café by his apartment, your favourite thing to help your brain shift into creative mode. “You’re later than usual.”

You grab the cup from him, sighing as you feel the warmth bleed into your hands. “Overslept. Barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth.”

Jean’s eyes rove over you as you sink into your chair, humming to yourself as you sip on your drink. “I can see. Do you know you’re wearing two different shoes? And I think your sweater is on inside out. Why do you still even have that ugly thing anyways?”

“Thank you for your comments,” you roll your eyes. “I know I look like a hot mess and I don’t need any words from you, Mr. I Asked The Nude Model Out And Got Shot Down.”

Jean’s ears turn red, and he shoots you a dirty look before busying himself with arranging his pencils. “Shut up.”

You snicker to yourself as you set up your own area. Last week’s model had been a soft, pretty brunette that had instantly made Jean all starry-eyed, like a teenage boy with his first crush. It was generally considered a bit taboo to ask out the nude models, but he’d thrown that aside and gone for the kill after she’d slid back into her clothes. She’d laughed and patted his cheek like he was a naughty child asking for candy before dinner. Then proceeded to walk out and climb onto the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle (but not before making out with said boyfriend for a good 5 minutes, minimum).

Jean had been left with red cheeks and no date, and you’d been left with great blackmail material.

“I wonder who will be our victim today,” you decide to take mercy on your poor friend and change the subject. “Most likely a guy, since we had a woman last week.”

“We’ll know in about 5 minutes,” Jean looks up at the clock on the wall. “Old Cueball is never late.”

Sure enough, in exactly 5 minutes your very bald and very punctual professor casually strolls through the door. A short man in a green coat is following him, presumably your newest subject. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look at his face, but all you can see is dark hair falling like a curtain over pale skin.

“Good morning class,” Professor Pyxis greets you, tossing his briefcase down on his desk with his usual nonchalant air. “I see you are all ready, so let’s get right to it.” He gestures to the person beside him. “This is Mr. Levi Ackerman. He’s your model for the week.”

The class murmurs in curiosity as the mentioned Levi Ackerman turns to face the room.

You swear your heart actually skips a beat.

Steel gray eyes observe the room from a face that practically begs to be immortalized through art. Every line is hard and strong, covered in clear skin that looks like it would slide under your fingers like the smoothest silk. Your eyes drink in his features greedily, from the regal bridge of his nose to the proud edge of his jaw. You decide your favorite thing though, is his cheeks. They are utterly cherubic, round and full and dusted ever so lightly with the lightest shade of pink.

He’s possibly the prettiest man you have ever seen.

“Hey, I know him,” Jean whispers, cutting off your entranced thoughts. “That’s Mikasa’s distant cousin, the one I told you she found on Ancestry.com last year. I’ve met him once, he’s got a stick so far up his butt, he’d need surgery to remove it. Never would have pegged him for the type to do this sort of thing.”

You vaguely remember a previous conversation involving Jean’s childhood friend and some long lost relatives.

“He doesn’t look that uptight,” you muse, too busy admiring the way his lips glint temptingly under the fluorescents to really process Jean’s words. “He’s beautiful, like something out of a Renaissance painting.”

Jean opens his mouth to reply, but Pyxis begins to speak.

“As usual, draw whichever side of him is facing you, all angles will be graded equally,” your professor plops himself down in his chair, already scrolling through his phone to find the playlist for the day. “Completed drawings to be submitted to me by the end of class on Friday. Please remember be respectful and courteous to our guest. Mr. Ackerman, whenever you’re ready.”

The man nods to your professor, already slipping out of his coat as he steps up onto the platform in the center of the room. You watch, mesmerized, as he proceeds to shed himself of his clothes. It’s rigid and methodical (he folds his clothes like he’s worked his whole life in a department store), but somehow oddly endearing. Every inch of his body that is revealed is consumed eagerly by your shameless stare, and you sincerely hope you don’t start drooling. By the time he carefully removes his final items, you feel like you are vibrating in your seat.

Holy fucking shit, he’s built like a god. Like Michelangelo himself carved him out of a block of the most pristine marble. You trace your gaze down the column of his throat, over the strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the impressive set of abs, the thighs that look like they could crush your head and you’d be nothing but happy about it. It takes a minute before you’re able to make yourself look between his thighs, and when you finally do, you have to looks away immediately. Good grief, even that is stupidly handsome. You can’t help but wonder if it would feel as nice as it looks.

Your face heats from your lewd thoughts, and you grip your pencil so hard it almost snaps. Beside you, Jean snickers.

“You okay over there? It looks like you’re about to explode.”

“Can it,” you hiss, glad that the ambient music Pyxis chose will probably keep your conversation private. “I can’t help it that I’m looking at the most gorgeous dick attached to the most gorgeous man I think I’ve ever seen.”

“You haven’t seen mine.”

“I don’t own a microscope.”

“Ooooh, see if I buy you coffee tomorrow, bitch.”

You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your easel. As you move, you catch the gaze of Levi, his expression unreadable. Warmth creeps up the back of you neck, and you duck behind your sketchpad in embarrassment. You seriously hope he didn’t hear you, he’d probably report you to Pyxis for being creepy. You decide to lock all your stupid horny thoughts deep within the recesses of your mind, and take a few deep breaths to clear your head.

It works, and as you touch pencil to paper, the desire to create overflows inside of you.

Unsurprisingly, you become utterly engrossed in your work, your pencil sweeping over the pad with almost a mind of it’s own. Levi is the perfect model; you swear he’s not even breathing as he majestically hold his pose without even a quiver. The contours of his body spring to life on the page, and you can’t stop the joyful smile that blooms on your lips as you work. It’s times like these, when everything is so perfect, that you truly realize just how much you love making art.

Before you know it, Pyxis announces class is over, and you’ll resume with Levi tomorrow. The man of the hour begins to re-dress as your fellow classmates pack up their supplies and file out. You absent mindedly wave to Jean, who is practically sprinting out the door so he can make his next class all the way across campus. You’re still engrossed in your drawing, staring at it with critical eyes. It good, one of the best starts you’ve had all year, but now that the high of creating has worn off, you can see where you need to improve.

“You’re very good.”

You gasp and jump, whirling around to find Levi standing behind you, eyes fixed on your sketch. How did he even get there? You hadn’t seen him or heard him.

“Oh, uh, Mr Ackerman!” You squeak, your heart racing like you’ve just run a marathon.  “T-that’s very nice, I mean, thank- thank you very much!”

“It’s Levi,” your muse says, seemingly unbothered by your stammering. “Yours is going to be the best one here.”

You blink stupidly at his bold statement. “Did you look at all of them?”

“No,” Levi’s voice is firm, a tone that brokers no argument. “But you had the most joy on your face while you worked. That much passion doesn’t churn out stuff that looks like shit.”

“Oh, that’s only because you are such a great model,” you gush, insides turning warm at his praise. “You stayed so still and you looked so damn regal and you’re just so pretty and-” Your eyes go wide as you realize the absolute words vomit leaving your mouth, mortification slithering up your spine.

“I’m pretty?” Levi raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?”

“No!” You shout, and the man’s other eyebrow joins the first. “No wait, yes! I mean, fuck, I mean you are probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”

Levi’s eyebrows have now practically become one with his hairline. You wring your hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you. “I-well- come on, people must tell you how good looking you are! I can’t be the first.”

“No, but you certainly are the most enthusiastic about it,” Levi deadpans.

Oh, someone just put you out of your misery now.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, cringing internally at your complete ineptitude to hold a conversation with an attractive man. “I....get carried away sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Levi’s stoic expression softens just a little. “It’s kind of nice to hear, actually. Usually I’m told I’m good looking, but ‘far too short’.”

“That’s bullshit.” you say vehemently, honestly shocked people would deny this man his godhood over something as trivial as height. “Who cares if you’re shorter? It doesn’t detract from you. What’s that phrase again? Good things come in small packages? Well, not that you’re small, I’m not saying that, I just meant-”

“Yes, you did seem to find my package....good,” Levi interrupts, and you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

Your eyes widen in horror as your brain replays your hushed conversation with Jean. “You heard that?!”

“I’m told I have exceptionally good hearing.”

“Oh fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am literally so, so, sorry. That was completely out of line. I have no excuse other than it’s clearly been too long since I’ve gotten some, but that’s no reason to make you uncomfortable. Please, if there’s anything I can do to to make it up to you, I’ll do it!”

“Have tea with me.””

Your head shoots up, surprise coloring your features. “What?”

“Tch, you heard me,” Levi tuts, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone. “I haven’t got free time till Saturday-stupid Shitty Glasses wanting to trade shifts-but if you want to go out, give me your number and we can work out the details.”

You stare at him with your mouth open, unsure if this is really happening or you’re vividly daydreaming again.

“Umm, are you sure?” You ask, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if you are indeed imagining things. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m wearing two different shoes and my sweater is inside out. Believe me when I say these sorts of fashion statements happen more often than not. Plus, I practically salivated over you like some sort of horny middle aged suburban housewife who hasn’t been laid in years.” You pause to take a breath, once again unable to stop the words from spewing forth like a fountain. “And I’m so awkward! I mean, are you comfortable in this conversation? And I can’t stop talking once I’ve gotten going, and I say the weirdest shit, and, and-”

“I like you,” he says simply, as if he’s just declared something as obvious as 1+1=2. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about all the stuff you just said, you’re just... you, and I like it. So, do you want to go on a date or not?”

“O-oh,” you suddenly feel shy, your tummy filling with butterflies at the look of sincerity on his handsome face. You’d never met anyone quite like Levi Ackerman before, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know the man behind the drool-worthy muscles.  “Uh, yes, please, I would like that. Very much.”

An almost relieved expression crosses Levi’s face, and he hands you his phone to type in your number. You notice the time as you do so, and sigh sadly as you hand him his device back.

“Well I better go,” you say reluctantly, suddenly fervently wishing it was Saturday already. “I’ve got another class in 15 minutes.”

“I’ll walk you there,” Levi says briskly, slipping his phone back into his coat. “To make sure you get there safely. Someone might murder you on account of their eyes being assaulted by that garish sweater. ” The corners of his lips twitch upwards once again, and you grow warm all over, from both his gentle teasing and the knowledge he isn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet either.

“Excuse me, I thought you said you didn’t give a ‘flying fuck’ about my attire,” you huff, but you’re grinning as you quickly pack up your bag.

“I don’t care it’s inside out, but you have to know that is the ugliest fucking color know to man,” Levi says, holding out his hand. Your brain malfunctions slightly for a moment, until you realize he’s offering to carry your bag for you. The butterflies inside you whip themselves into a frenzy as you pass him your stuff, your hand just grazing over his. Handsome, funny, honest, and sweet? How is this guy even real?

“I’ll have you know, this sweater is an absolute delight. When it’s inside right,” you stick up your nose, but unable to stop he laugh that slips past your lips.

Levi rolls his eyes in an almost playful manner. “Doubtful .”

You’re not sure where it comes from, but a sudden rush of confidence fills you. “If you’re so offended by it, maybe you should just rip it off of me.”

The tips of Levi’s ears turn a delightful shade of pink. You’re sure your own skin is hot enough to cook an egg on.

“Wear it Saturday then,” Levi’s ears may be flushed, but his eyes flash with something that makes your spine tingle. The insinuation of his words has your gut clenching and your mind whispering fervent prayers to please please please make Saturday get here faster, I don’t ask for much, please!

“Only if you wear your modeling outfit,” you manage to say, trying your best to sound coy when you feel like you might combust into a pile of lust and giddiness. “I’ve never seen someone wear it so well, and I want a closer look.”

If possible, Levi’s eyes grow even darker, and you just know Saturday is going to be one of the best damn days of your entire life.

“Deal.”

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[shorkbrian]

I guess the sane sibling (as in the one who isn't interested in their stepsibling not-platonically) is a rule to have a incest or pseudo-incest kink but it's just saddens my perverted sick fuck self 😭 I just wanted to yandere!step-bro Tamaki to be his creepy shy so I could (probably kill him in the process) worship his cock knowing the boy would jest get SO overwhelmed 🥴 I'm sorry but I want him to stuff his lil sis with his cum while he sobs 😭 when he sees it oozing out he would RIP

When I write a character to be yandere, it’s usually my intent to not glorify their behavior. If I were in the situation as reader, it would feel like a horror movie, bc yandere actions are so not cash money.

But I’m able to write like, non-yandere smut y’all. I’m still a dark content blog, and I’ll write kinks that are a bit.... well, dark, obvs lol you just gotta ask!

and since you did - 

(What to expect - incest, NSFW, unsafe sex, blowjobs, consensual sex, toys)

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“Tamaki?”

Your brother came around the corner, backpack still slung on his shoulder. Socked feet padded towards you on the couch, the ravenette shrugging his backpack off and gently setting it on the floor by the couch, before joining you as you sat on the plush cushions.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked, setting your textbooks on the coffee table in front of you before leaning against your older brother, rubbing his arm a little bit.

Both of you were in college, taking classes, working on the weekends to pay for the tiny little apartment you shared. 

Tamaki looked tired, eyes downcast, soft frown on his lips, shoulders slumped. he was a shy man, but he didn’t usually look so..... defeated when he normally returned home after class.

“Mm.” The man hummed, sinking against you, melting into your touch.

“You look tired ‘Maki.”

He hummed again, closing his eyes as he brought his feet up, curling them underneath him as he pressed against you. The soft sweater he was wearing brushed against your bare arms, a little bit of your exposed thigh.

You weren’t shy about what you wore around the house, but for your brother’s sanity, you tried to keep somewhat covered, foregoing sports bras and wearing tank tops instead, ditching booty shorts for slightly longer (but not by much) shorts that covered you more fully.

Wearing less clothing meant Tamaki was clumsier, fumbling with the remote, bumping against things while he walked, bright red flush coloring his cheeks and melting to his collarbones, all because his eyes were glued to you.

Plus, it meant the man struggled with constant erections. He tried to hide it, embarrassed at his body no matter how many times you’d told him you adored it.

Your brother was shy, too shy to come to you and initiate, to find relief where you so gladly offered it.

That just means you had to get real good at noticing when he needed to relax a little.

You pushed Tamaki upright, ignoring his cute whine as you slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, dancing your fingers along his jean-clad thighs.

“Tell me how your day went.”

Your hands gently pushed his thighs open, watching your brother’s lips part with a gasp as you handled him. His head fell back against the couch, dark hair falling away from his eyes.

He was so pretty.

“Uhm, it was nice.”

“Mmhm.” You unzipped his jeans, slowly peeling the fabric down, your brother lifting his hips to help you out, his hands clutching at his soft sweater.

Boxers came next, Tamaki gazing down at you with red cheeks as you slipped them off his legs.

“Well, I-I woke up on time this morning, and I made it to class before the professor.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Praise easily tumbled from your lips as you wrapped a loose hand around Tamaki’s pretty pink cock, squeezing the shaft gently.

“Bio and psych went well, I got my test scores for my language class, and-and I got a B+.” His breath hitched as you took your hands off his cock, bringing a palm up to your mouth so you could wet it with your tongue, get it nice and slick for when you touched him again.

“I-I ate lunch with Mirio... and then I had math...” HIs voice was getting quieter, mumbling.

Math was never his strong suit, and you know it was one of his most-hated classes. Luckily, it was just once a week, on Tuesdays.

“How’d that go?” Your hands were on his cock again, wet with your spit, twisting around his length slowly as you moved them up and down.

“Uh, it-it went alright. I-I just ha-hate math.” Tamaki whimpered, his hips bucking up a little as you squeezed his tip, watching precum bead before bubbling over.

“Mm, well, maybe you can tell me some of the concepts? I might be able to help you out with homework.”

Tamaki couldn’t even nod, nor thank you for your offer before you were slurping his cock into your mouth. The man cried out, soft voice rising in pitch as you swallowed around him.

You fluttered your eyelashes up at him, but that didn’t get his attention, so you resorted to a gentle tap to his thigh to remind him to keep talking.

“Oh, oh, uhm... There’s..... ah...s-statistics. We-we’re learning how to.... how to display, and de-scrIBE-oh!” He lurched upwards, fingers flying to your hair as you used your tongue to play with the opening at the top. You could feel his little sweater paws as Tamaki gently fisted your hair.

Another gentle tap to his thigh.

“There’s also-also.... ohhh, uhm-ah! There’s.... prob-probablity, and I don’t.... unhh, unh-don’t get it at-at all...” His sentence ended on a breathy whine as you began bobbing your head. His voice was so cute, so pretty just like the rest of him, smooth and sweet.

“Oh, (Y/N), yes, yes! Can I-can I cum? Please?”

It had only been a few minutes, but Tamaki was close to the edge, slim thighs tensing behind your head as you considered his request.

You popped off his length, licking your lips and ignoring his pleading whine.

“Of course baby boy, always-” A soft kiss was laid against his thigh, and Tamaki threw his head back, thin chest heaving underneath his cute sweater, his face bright red.

He got overwhelmed at the littlest things.

Once his cock was back in your mouth, it took a tiny bit of work to bring him to the edge, bobbing your head, swirling your tongue, hollowing your cheeks and really sucking.

Those pretty moans echoed throughout the tiny apartment, filling up the space, filling your ears, making you want to smile. He was a sweet man, and you were glad to be so close to him.

A moment more and he was cumming, hot seed dripping down your throat, his fingers twisted in your hair, balls drawn up and pulsing against your chin.

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“Tamaki, you already got to cum and I didn’t.” You pouted, sitting on your bed.

You had helped your younger brother wash-up, licking his spent cock clean before tucking him back into your pants. Climbing up into his lap to boop his nose and whisper an “I love you” into his ear, grinding against his thigh in the process.

He had gotten his release, and now you were hungry for your own.

“Don’t be greedy-” Your fingers plunge into your cunt over and over, palm grinding against your clit as you stretch yourself out, watching Tamaki through hooded eyes as he sits obediently at the foot of your bed.

“Please, I-I just wanna t-touch myself a l-little?” His hands are pinching at his bare thighs, desperate to fist themselves around his dripping cock. You’d told him to be good and stay still and watch as you got yourself ready, and he had been.

Tamaki was just needy.

“Okay, but just a little, okay? No cumming.”

“Thank you, oh, thank you-” The man breathes, hands flying to wrap around his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips bucked up a little towards the pressure.

You giggle a little at how cute he is, those big indigo eyes focusing back onto you again, dropping to your wet fingers as you eagerly fuck yourself on them.

But it’s not enough, and you want more.

A quick search through your bedside drawer and you find your vibrator, quickly flicking it on, watching Tamaki gulp as you bring it against your cunt. You sigh as it makes contact, the buzzy, rumbly sensation traveling through your thighs as you easily grind your hips forward against the wand.

“Mmh, I’ve been thinking... ooo, that feels so nice.” You moan, placing a hand behind you so you can steady yourself as you begin to hump against your vibrator. “I’ve been thinking though, that I should get you some-oh-get you some toys.”

Tamaki whimpers, high and pitched, and you smile when his cock visibly throbs. The man has to clench a fist around the base, squeezing hard to stop himself from humming.

“You like that idea? Yeah?”

He nodded, hair bobbing as his head moved enthusiastically.

“You’d look so pretty with a cock ring, mm, you would. And-oh, I could get one that vibrates, and it’ll feel like heaven when you fuck me.”

Your pussy was gushing, throbbing against the wand. You didn’t want to cum too soon, so you flicked it off, before crawling towards your brother.

“We could get you a nice little plug, maybe one that vibrates? And you could keep it in allllll day. You could go to class with it, and jerk yourself off in the bathrooms. I’d love if you sent me a video of you moaning my name as you cum into the toilet.”

The man whined again, his hips bucking up.

You giggled, rising to your knees so you could straddle the man, a hand finding his hard cock beneath you, lining it up to your dripping cunt.

“Would you like that ‘Maki?”

“Yes, yes-oh s-so much, please, that sounds-gUH!” His words choked off into a pathetic moan as you sank down on his length, and you sigh at the feeling of fullness.

Tamaki presses a hand over his mouth, embarrassed by the needy moans that he’s unable to suppress, hips bucking up against your warmth, trying to seat himself deeper.

“Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you. You feel so good inside me.” You coo, using your thighs to bounce a little on his cock.

His hand falls to the side, and you lean forward to kiss him, letting your tongue play with his, slick, wet sounds filling the room.

And then you tell him to fuck you.

The man doesn’t hold back, greedy, slender hands fixing themselves around your waist as his hips work, pushing himself inside your cunt again and again and again.

Both of you are breathing heavily, and it feels so good, the way he fucks you.

“Oh fuck, keep going, ‘m almost there!” You pant, reaching a hand down to play with your clit, four fingers rubbing across the little nub as you climb higher and higher.

And when you cum, it’s with a full-body shudder, a cry tumbling from your lips as you slam your hips against your brothers.

Tamaki tumbles over the edge soon after, barely managing to pull free from your slick cunt before his cock is bursting with cum, painting the soft skin of your tummy with his release.

You rest against him, laying your head on his shoulder as you pant onto his skin, satisfied and warm.

When you gather your bearings, you shuffle off his lap, searching through the covers to wind the wand you’d previously dropped.

“You’re such a good boy ‘Maki, but I wanted you to cum inside-” You were pouting again as you held up the vibrator, waving it in the air.

Tamaki looked like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide. “W-what?”

“I’m gonna play with you a bit until you get hard again, and then I’m going to put your tip inside me-just the tip- and you’re going to cum while I use the vibrator on you, got it?”

The man shivers in anticipation, and you smile.

You love each other so much.

[yourmidnightlover]

niagara falls pt.2

TW: smut, titty sucking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, and a bit of discussion about feelings and mushy gushy stuff

Summary - spencer uses this time to partially make up for his words to you, and you discuss your future with him.

WC - 3,838

you don’t rly need to read pt 1 to understand this... just know spencer’s making up for some things he said to you before you ran away to travel for a while.

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"you're still wearing my sweater," spencer said as he met your collarbone with his antics, pushing it slightly off your shoulder so he had more room to work.

"i uhh- i am wea-wearing your sweater," you huffed out, your hand trailing back to his neck so you could pull him to your lips.

you both moved with a fervent you weren't aware you had until now. his hands moved from your waist to your jaw, tracing every inch of your body to commit it to memory.

"it looks better on you," he said against your lips, his hands moving down your back to your thighs, lifting them so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

"spencer!" you giggled at his sudden eagerness as he walked the two of you over to the bed, gently laying you down.

you started to remove the sweater yourself, only for spencer to stop you with his hands covering yours at the hem of his shirt.

"let me... please," he said before you nodded. he slowly drug the fabric up and off your torso, you leaned up so you could throw it over your head. "i've wanted to see you like this for as long as i can remember," he hummed before connected your lips once again, his hands finding your now bare waist underneath him, admiring how the white lace contrasted with your skin.

"please, spencer," you begged as your hips began to buck up, looking for any source of friction.

"i'm taking my time, princess," he moved a strand of hair out of your face softly. "let me worship you like you deserve," he whispered, wanting to take this moment as slow as he could as to make sure it's real.

he began kissing down your neck again, sucking on your collarbone to surely leave any marks he could. his mouth trailed down your body, meeting the tops of your breasts. he reached his arms around you to make contact with the clasp, looking into your eyes for approval.

"is this what you want?"

"yes. i-i want this... so much," you announced, allowing him to unclasp your bra and connect his lips with your breast.

he kissed the top slowly, going all around one of them while his hand began gently massaging the other. his tongue traced your nipple before his lips wrapped around it, sucking lightly. your hands found his hair and shoulder as he kept up this pattern with alternating between each breast, massaging and kissing and sucking.

the room began to fill with your moans and angelic noises, spencer found himself wishing he would live in this beautiful moment forever. you tugged gently on his hair, eliciting a moan from him this time, the vibrations carrying through to your chest.

"oh my god, spence," you praised. "i-it feels so good," you began to feel the pit of pleasure building in your stomach, much to your surprise.

you had heard about women who could orgasm from nipple stimulation, but you had never had a partner who was even willing to try. now you were rather curious...

"d-don't stop. please, please, please don't stop!" you begged as his free hand began massaging the breast his lips were working on.

your back arched off the bed, your hands pulled spencer impossibly close to your body, wanting to feel every inch of him against you. you felt spencer smiling against your breast but you didn't even care, the wave of pleasure rushing over you and hitting you like a cyclone.

"spencer! yes! fuuckk!" you yelled, still coming down from your high as spencer lead you through it.

"wow, y/n," spencer awed as he made his way back up your body. "i didn't know you'd be able to do that," he said with a smug grin on his face.

"i didn't either," you huffed out. "i mean, i've never really tried, but i had no idea."

"i'm glad i'm the one that figured it out with you then," he relished. "i'm going to be entirely focused on you... and your pleasure today," spencer admitted.

"why?" you were baffled at the admission.

you had been with two other guys sexually, and you could say that neither of them had ever been so... generous as to let you be the focus of attention. let alone give you more than one orgasm.

"did you seriously just ask me why?" he questioned. "let's just think of this as the beginning of my apology," he smirked, looking into your eyes with both lust and endearment.

"am i one lucky lady or what?" you giggled, a small grin plastered on your face caused by the man in front of you. "but what if i want to... help you out?"

"oh believe me..." he chuckled. "you're more than helping me out by just laying there... looking how you look," he smiled, eyeing your body up and down.

"okayyy," you rolled your eyes. "whatever you say, genius."

"good. because that's how this is going to work right now," he said, his personality switching to that of a dominant one.

his hands trailed down to the waistband of your pants. you lifted your hips to help him take them off. when he noticed your choice of white lace underwear, he found himself wishing he hadn't taken your bra off.

"fuck, y/n," he sighed out, absolutely smitten with everything about you. "it's like you're trying to kill me." he announced before making his lips attach to your torso, trailing down.

you didn't know what he was doing at first. to you, he was just kissing your stomach. but then you realized that he was trailing down to your heat, you got nervous.

"y-you don't have to uhm... do that," you said, leaning up on your forearms to see him more clearly.

"you mean..." he placed his hands on your lace clad hips, you nodded. "princess, i've dreamt of how you'd taste on my tongue. i'm not missing out on that now," he practically demanded.

if you truly didn't want to do that, you knew spencer would stop. you just didn't want him to do something he didn't want.

"oh, uhm... okay," you agreed, rather eager of how this would feel for you.

"has nobody ever eaten you out before?" he questioned. you pursed your lips together and bit your bottom one before shaking your head no. "the guys you've been with must be absolutely insane. are you okay if i do that?" you nodded your head yes. "words, princess," he moved his hand to cup your face. "i need words."

"yes. yes it's okay if you... eatmeout," you blushed at the admission.

"thank god," he laughed before slowly pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them off the bed.

he spread your bent legs so he could place himself between them, his arms wrapped around your thighs and meeting back around your heat, spreading your pussy lips.

"fuuck... your pussy's so fucking pretty," he said, a finger trailing up your soaking slit. "and wet," he smirked.

your head leaned back as your body was still propped up on your forearms, a small moan leaving your mouth from the little contact he's made.

when your head tilted back up, he made eye contact with you as his tongue made a flat swipe up your pussy, collecting some of your juices.

"mmmm," you moaned, already enjoying the feeling of his tongue on your body.

"i could say the same, princess," he smiled widely. "you taste better than any meal i've had in ages," he admitted a with a grin before focusing on you again.

he pushed his tongue into your hole gently, tasting the inside of you, going in and out in a pattern before moving his tongue further up. he flicked it over your clit, over and over and over, your moans vibrating out into the room only spurring him on even more.

your hand found his hair, pushing him closer to your heat, your hips moving in a way to get more friction. he wrapped his lips around your clit before gently sucking it between his teeth, his tongue still moving back and forth over it.

"yes! just like that! yes!!" you exclaimed, your hand still pushing him closer to you.

he moved one of his hands from around your thighs and slowly entered a finger to your heat, sending your head flying back in pleasure.

"fuck!"

he began pushing his finger in and out of your pussy, curling them once they entered about two inches, adding another after he felt you were ready.

"right there! right fucking there, spencer! yes!" you cried out, tugging gently on his curls, a moan rippling through his body right onto your clit. "i'm so close! i'm so fucking close! please don't stop! please..." you trailed off as he became more aggressive in his actions.

he began pumping his fingers in and out at an impossible pace, still curling them at that soft rigid spot inside you. his tongue began flicking even quicker, sending you right over the edge into a pit of euphoria, your pussy clenching around his long fingers.

"spencer fucking reid! yes!!" you threw your head back as his eyes never left your face. "oh my god..." you said as he worked you through your orgasm.

you leaned up completely, looking at him in complete awe from how the man just made you feel. you placed your hands on both sides of his face, crashing his lips into yours. you could taste yourself on him as your tongues met.

when he pulled back, he wiped his chin from your juices and sucked them off of his fingers, never breaking eye contact from you.

"yea they were really missing out on that," spencer said with a wide grin.

"i think i've been missing out. and i'm also very aware about how... naked i am and how clothed you are," you raised your eyebrows suggestively. spencer just stared at you. "please, babes?" you asked with puppy dog eyes and pursed lips. spencer's heart welled at the nickname.

"since you asked so nicely," he said, connecting you lips once more as your arms went to his chest, beginning to unbutton hit shirt one by one. when you got halfway down, you felt his breath hitch, he was nervous.

"spencer... what is it?" you pulled back slowly, looking into his eyes. he began to close himself off, not looking you in the eyes. "you're feeling insecure," you stated, your hands finding his face again to meet his eyes with yours. "you, spencer walter reid, are the most attractive man i've probably ever laid eyes on. your eyes, your lips," you kissed him. "your hair," you ran a hand through his locks. "and your body," you traced his torso with your hands feather lightly.

"i'm just... not as muscular as your past boyfriends. i don't... i don't look like other guys you've been with," he sighed, looking back at his hands in his lap.

"spencer. you just made me orgasm twice in the past what? twenty minutes?" you baffled. "my past boyfriends have had trouble making me do that even once. you... are unbelievable," you complimented, ending it with a deep kiss. "besides, even if you were the ugliest guy on earth, i'd still love you and be attracted to you because you're you."

"thank you, y/n. i love you, too," he kissed the tip of your nose. "now... back to you," he said, placing a hand on the small of your back to lay you down, him hovering over you.

"such a gentleman," you said, finishing undoing his buttons as he shrugged the shirt off. "absolutely beautiful, spence."

it's not like you haven't seen his body before. you've been best friends for as long as you could remember and have seen him in nothing but a towel before. then again, you haven't seen him like that in this kind of setting before.

and spencer knows you don't care about that. he knows that you'd never judge him from his looks or his body, but he wants to be good enough for you, which is a major contradiction to the fact that he believes that nobody will ever deserve you.

he began fervently kissing you again, his tongue delving into your mouth with a hunger that couldn't ever be satiated. your hands traced the stubble on his face as his were propped at your head to keep him from falling over. you moved one of your hands to begin undoing the button on his pants eagerly, a chuckle emitting from him.

once you got it undone, he helped you pull both his pants and underwear down, leaving his bare erection against your thigh.

"oh," you said with a sly grin, a hand reaching down to begin stroking his length, a low moan leaving his mouth as your lips found his.

you quickly rolled the two of you over to put yourself on top. you straddled his hips on all fours, trailing kisses down his cheek, jaw, neck, torso, making your way to his rock hard cock.

you took his length in your hands, eyeing the noticeable length to it. he was perfect. he was long, but not too long to where it would kill you to take him, and thick, but not so thick that he would stretch you beyond belief.

you placed a gentle kiss to the tip which was already leaking with precum. you found the most prominent vein in his member before tracing it with your tongue, being sure to use light touches.

spencer was already squirming in the bed, in disbelief from the wonders your mouth could do already. lowly sighs and moans were leaving his mouth periodic with your movements.

you slowly lowered your mouth on his cock, paying special attention to the tip as you got further down. you moved your mouth up and down at a slow pace, keeping your eyes on spencer and how beautiful he looked with his slower breaths.

eventually, he couldn't stand just being inside your mouth. he wanted to be even closer to you. inside of you. he took hold of your jaw and pulled you back up his body, taking your lips in his.

"you're fucking amazing," spencer sighed into your mouth, taking note of the smile he felt against his own lips.

"yea?" he nodded as he smashed your lips together again before flipping the two of you over. you grabbed his hard cock and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you want this?" spencer asked with care, stroking the hair on the side of your face.

"yes. yes i want it," you nodded eagerly.

spencer slowly entered his member into you, taking pleasure from the way your face contorted in pleasure. he took his time to fully sheath himself into you, allowing you the time you needed to adjust to his length.

you moved one hand to his shoulder and the other to the back of his head as your mouth formed in the shape of an 'o'.

"oh my god, spencer," your fingernails dug into the skin on his back as your other hand tugged on his hair harshly.

"fuck... you're tight, princess," he said as he began to slowly move out of you, only leaving the tip in before thrusting back inside, leading a moan from your mouth.

"i-i..." you trialed off, unable to speak from the pleasure you were feeling. "i... ohh,"" you mumbled.

"does it feel good? yea?" he asked you, one of his hands grasping your breast and massaging it gently. you couldn't say anything, you were speechless. you laid there with your mouth ajar as his thrusts continued at a leisurely pace. "can you not say anything? does my dick render you speechless, princess?" he teased.

"uh... huh," you squeaked as his mouth latched onto your nipple, his pace steadily increasing. "s-spen... ohhhh," you awed, feeling the pit in your stomach welling up again.

"fuck you feel so good," he mumbled on your breast as his hand began to gently and quickly circle your clit.

so many things were going on at once; the clitoral stimulation, the penetration, the nipple stimulation. you felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure rising up inside of you.

before you knew it, you were falling over the waterfall of pure ecstasy, taking spencer over the water with you.

spencer continued his thrusts a few more times, relishing in the way your pussy clenched around his member. you felt the spread of his own excitement cover your walls, a sensation you never want to forget as long as you lived.

"fuck..." spencer breathed out.

"mmhmm," you agreed, still unable to form a sentence from the pleasure you just experienced.

spencer slowly pulled out of you, trying his best not to hurt your still sensitive body. you held onto his torso, not wanting to separate your body from his.

"i'm going to carry you to the bathroom to clean you up. okay, princess?" spencer asked kindly, wiping your hairline that had a sheen of sweat built up.

"mmkay," you mumbled, wrapping your legs around him so he could pick you up koala style.

he set you down on the closed toilet, being sure to grab a clean washcloth and get it damp with warm water. he bent down on the floor in front of you, allowing your hands to grasp his shoulders for more stability.

he ran the washcloth over the trail of liquid running down your legs, being sure to use a gently touch once he got closer to your core. he ran the cloth over it softly, noticing the way your fingers dug into his back from the touch, the low hiss that exited through your nose.

"sorry, y/n/n. we just need to make sure you're all clean," he apologized, pulling back to look into your tired eyes. "uhm, you should probably use the restroom in order to avoid getting a uti," spencer informed you.

"never change, spencer reid. never change," you giggled, taking a deep breath in order to help your breathing. "and you're very right about those uti's. i should really go pee now," you looked into his eyes, him still not moving. "which means privacy, spence," you giggled, once again, noticing the smile that appeared onto his face.

"right," he laughed, patting your knee before standing back up and exiting the bathroom.

you did your business, and washed your hands before exiting the bathroom with a smile. you walked out of the bathroom, finding spencer in nothing but his boxers, sitting on the bed. you walked over to the bed and sat on spencer's lap, your knees bent and placed on the bed, straddling his legs.

spencer's arms hugged your torso, his eyes tried to avoid your still naked state. your hands went around his body, underneath his arms and bringing him into a tight hug.

"i'm sorry i ran away, spence. i should've talked to you about how that made me feel," you whispered into his ear.

"no, you shouldn't be sorry. i'm sorry. i knew about you past and i still said those thing to you," spencer sighed as his arms grip slightly tightened on you. "you drank because of me, y/n. i-i can't ever tell you how sorry i am for that."

"i know you're sorry, spence. i know," you breathed in his scent, relishing in the smell of sex and fresh laundry that remained on him. "maybe we could go to niagara falls together tomorrow?" you leaned back to look him in the eyes, taking note of his smile. "y'know, since we originally wanted to go to these places together anyway?"

"i uhm," spencer laughed, "i would love to, y/n."

"yaayyy!" you squealed, connecting your lips together passionately, managing to knock spencer over, him now laying on the bed. "i'm excited!!"

"me too. i can't wait," he smiled, moving a strand of your hair out of your face.

spencer still couldn't believe you loved him. he couldn't believe how lucky he was. you were perfect in every way, shape, and form.

the way you knew that after a tough case, he wouldn't want to talk about it. you would just hold him, and let him fall asleep on his chest.

the way you laughed at his terrible jokes, even if you didn't fully understand it. you tried your best to make him feel normal, and you succeeded in making him feel normal.

the way you listened to his rambling when he found something fascinating. you would always go up to him after the rest of the team shushed him, and asked him to continue what he was saying.

and your beauty was unprecedented to him. your bone structure that looked magnificent in every kind of light, every curve on your body - even the ones you were insecure about, the squinting of your eye when you laugh... everything.

"you okay, smartypants?" you asked, rolling off of his body and laying beside him. you propped your arm up so your head could rest in your hand as you looked at spencer.

"yea, i'm all good," the brown haired man said, turning to face you on his side. he draped his hand over your waist, bringing your body closer to his. "i'm just glad i'm here with you."

"i'm glad you're here too," you smiled, hugging him in return. "can we go to sleep now? i'm too tired to do anything right now," you giggled.

it was now dark outside, your hotel room window being able to display the darkness in a way that made it look like a beautiful painting. it was full of bright stars of different hues, pink, gold, and white, the moon shone into the window, perfectly illuminating the sculptures of the buildings outside the room.

"of course we can. anything you want, bubs," he grinned brightly. "i have one request to make," he began with a sly smile.

"you wanna lay on my chest?" you chuckled as he nodded eagerly. you opened your arms for him to lay on you. "come here, ya big baby."

spencer snuggled up into your arms, your bare chest acting like the best pillows in the world in his mind. you ran your hands through his hair as he nuzzled further into your embrace.

"do you think it'll be like this when we get back home?" spencer asked with a sense of yearning.

"umm, i don't know," and you didn't know. you didn't know if this is what life would be like with him. you didn't know if you were even ready for a life with him. "it could be, i suppose," you shrugged.

spencer picked up on the nerves the question brought you. the way your breath picked up and your heart rate sped slightly.

"i-is this what you want? u-us, i mean?" he wearily asked, afraid of what your answer might be.

"i've loved you for a long time, spence," you took a deep breath. "i just wish we didn't have to worry about the bureau or about the team and what they'd think."

"so let's not care what they think. we love each other... shouldn't that be enough?"

"it is enough. i promise," you kissed the top of his forehead. "i do want us."

"good," spencer smiled against your body. "goodnight, y/n. i love you."

"i love you."

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hi baby congratulations on 300!!!🥳 i’m so glad to be here ! 💗🤍💗🤍✨⭐️

you know i’m obsessed w ur fics so, i am gently begging you to write something w prompts “can i paint your nails” “i’m going to steal this from you” and “people don’t compliment you enough” (sorry i forgot the numbers :( ) pleeeease? 🥺🥺

(sorry if it’s too much) thanks, i love u <3

It’s a Love Story

Summary: It’s senior skip day and you’re determined to pull your best friend of 10 years (and secret crush) out of his comfort zone.

Pairing: High School Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (but imagine Spencer is 18 so he is the normal high school senior age)

Content/Warnings: fluff, swearing, bullying

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this fic is very self-indulgent because my senior skip day was yesterday! :)

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“Hey, Spence! Wait up,” you jogged down the hall to catch up with him.

“Hey, Y/N. How’d your math test go?” Spencer asked.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” you groaned, “Thank you for trying to tutor me last night but I think I’m a lost cause at this point. It’s too late in the school year to care.”

“Did you know that ‘senioritis’ can actually be categorized as situational depression? In 2009, 22% of colleges decided to revoke some admissions offers after students began to slack off at the end of their senior year,” Spencer stated.

“Oh, trust me, genius, I may not be as smart as you but I’m not dumb enough to lose my scholarship to UCLA. I did the math out and even if I completely bombed this unit test, I can still maintain my A average,” you replied.

“I never said you weren’t smart, I was just warning you. I don’t want you to lose your spot at your dream school,” Spencer explained, “People don’t compliment you enough for all the hard work you put in to get accepted there.”

“Well, thanks for looking out for me, Spence,” you smiled, taking a seat in the back corner of the classroom.

Spencer sat right in front of you and turned around in his seat, “Do you have any homework?”

“Nope. My study hall is wide open just as expected. The teachers are losing just as much steam as the students,” you grinned, unzipping your backpack and pulling out nail polish.

“Can I paint your nails?” you asked.

“Y/N, don’t you think I get made fun of enough?” he whispered back.

“Girls love when guys paint their nails and if any guys try to give you shit, I’ll personally kick their ass. I took a self-defense course but I’ll use those moves I learned however I see fit,” you said.

“Fine,” Spencer relented, extending his hand out to you.

Spencer was honestly sold once you said that girls love it. That must include you, right?

“It’s purple too. Your favorite color,” you smiled, shaking the bottle up and then beginning to paint his nails.

Spencer thought it was cute that you picked up on his habit of sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you were concentrating.

“Isn’t it pretty?” you beamed as you worked on the second coat of polish.

“Yeah,” Spencer replied, not looking at his nails but the girl directly in front of him.

You gently blew air on his nails to dry them, “All done!”

-

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the teacher’s pet?” Brad, the captain of the football team, smirked as Spencer passed through the hallways after his math team practice ended.

“Wow, nail polish? And to think you couldn’t become any more of a loser?” he sneered as the jocks began to encircle around Spencer.

“Spence, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all over. Let’s go, we’re going to be late,” you walked right into the crowd of boys, paying no mind to them and grabbing Spencer’s hand, pulling him towards the exit.

“Don’t look back,” you whispered.

“You know one day your little girlfriend there is going to realize what a pathetic nerd you are. I’ll be ready to show her what a real man is,” Brad called after you.

“Oh yes, Brad, a real man goes to community college to hang on to the scraps of his mediocre football career that is his only reminder of when he peaked in high school,” you laughed.

“Y/N, he’s going to kill me for that,” Spencer groaned after you exited the building.

“Relax, we have three days left and then we won’t ever have to see that dick again,” you assured him.

“We have four days left,” Spencer corrected you.

“No, three because we’re not going in tomorrow,” you walked into the diner and took your seat in your usual booth, “It’s senior skip day.”

When Spencer didn’t respond, you looked up from your menu, “Spencer Reid, please do not tell me you were going to go in on senior skip day.”

“Why would I want to miss school?”

“Because you already know everything they could possibly teach you and you can spend the whole day with your best friend instead?” you fluttered your eyelashes to persuade him.

“I don’t want to go to the beach with all the popular kids. I’ll get shoved in the sand,” Spencer grabbed some of the fries that the waitress dropped off for you and popped them into his mouth.

“That is why we are going all the way to Santa Monica. We’ll just get up a little earlier and drive a little further but then we won’t run into anyone from our school,” you proposed.

“Fine but you’re driving,” Spencer huffed.

“Well, I’m certainly not letting the guy drive who hasn’t driven since he got his license just to prove he could pass,” you giggled.

“Why do I need to drive when my next-door neighbor can be my personal chauffeur?” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7 on the dot tomorrow.”

-

You honked outside of Spencer’s house. He came scrambling out with a big canvas tote bag, a tan sweater, and lilac swim shorts that ended at his mid-thigh.

“Get in, loser. We’re going to the beach,” you rolled down the window.

Spencer furrowed his brow for a second before opening the door.

“It’s just a reference to a popular movie. I wasn’t actually calling you a loser,” you assured him.

“My mom made us blueberry muffins for the ride,” Spencer pulled a ziploc bag out of the tote.

“Oh that is so sweet of her! Please tell her I said thank you. She must have been having a good night then,” you smiled, accepting one of the muffins from Spencer.

“Yes, she has been having a good week overall,” Spencer affirmed.

“That’s so great to hear. Okay, we’re stopping for coffee but then we’ll get on the highway.”

The opening notes of Love Story by Taylor Swift began to play on the radio.

“Oh my god! Turn it up!” you screamed.

Spencer grinned and turned the volume knob up.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say ‘yes’,” you sang.

-

You rolled down the windows as soon as you exited off the highway.

“Do you smell that, Spence?” you inhaled deeply, “Something about the salty air and sunshine just makes me feel alive.”

“You know it’s probably your increased exposure to the sunlight leading to an increase in vitamin D which can keep your energy levels up and enhance your mood,” Spencer stated.

“Well, whatever it is, I still love it,” you grinned.

You and Spencer made your way along the sandy coast. You parked in the beach parking lot and got out of the car, grabbing your mini cooler and chair.

Spencer grabbed the other chair and his tote and you headed down to the beach, walking a ways before settling on a spot in a less crowded area.

You took off your big t-shirt revealing your light blue bikini.

“Can we go in the water please?” you begged.

Spencer dug into his tote and tossed you a tube of sunscreen.

“Not until you put that on,” Spencer insisted.

“Fine,” you huffed.

“Sorry I don’t want you to be sunburnt for graduation,” he chuckled.

“Can you do my back?” you asked.

“I-um-yeah-yes I can do that,” Spencer scrambled to stand up from his beach chair.

His breath hitched in his throat as he applied the cool lotion to your back.

“All good,” he cleared his throat.

“Thanks, Spence! Do you need me to do your back or are you all set?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m all good. My mom did it before I left,” Spencer said.

“Can we go in the water now?” you pleaded.

Spencer gave a reluctant nod as you let out an excited squeal, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the tide.

You dove right into the cool waves, instantly relieving your body of the southern californian summer heat. Spencer was a bit more hesitant.

“It feels so good, Spence. Trust me,” you smoothed your wet hair back.

Spencer inhaled deeply and then sunk beneath the water as a wave passed by him.

“Yay! He’s actually having fun, people!” you cheered as he emerged from underneath the water.

Spencer playfully splashed water at you and you gasped.

“Oh Spencer Reid, you are so on,” you laughed, splashing water right back at him.

Spencer shielded it from his face with his hand and then started chasing after you. You shrieked in a giggle fit as he lifted you up in the water so you could no longer splash him.

“I surrender! I surrender!” you laughed along with him.

-

You and Spencer were walking on the basically deserted boardwalk by this time of night, licking your ice cream cones.

Spencer noticed you were shivering and pulled off his sweater, handing it to you.

“No, Spence. I can’t, then you’ll be cold,” you said.

“I really don’t mind,” Spencer insisted, wanting to have your scent on his sweater forever.

“Thank you,” you slipped it over your head, “I’m probably going to steal this from you because it’s super comfy.”

A reminder alert buzzed on your phone, “Oh shit. We have to sign up for tickets to go to prom by midnight,” you spoke.

Spencer shot you a guilty look.

“You’re not going?” you sighed defeatedly, trying your hardest not to tear up.

“Y/N, I don’t dance. I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“And I’ll be right by your side making a fool of myself too,” you urged, “Spence, it’s going to be no fun without you. I was going to ask you to officially be my date, you know? I had this whole complicated equation that I was going to have you solve and graph and the line spelled out ‘Prom?’. It’s stupid thinking back on it now, I won’t make you go.”

“I was going to ask you,” Spencer smiled softly, “but then I chickened out.”

“How about this? You give me one dance right now and then we’ll decide if we’re going or not,” you opened your phone and started playing Dancing by Mellow Fellow.

Spencer extended his hand and you accepted as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You waltzed around the boardwalk in perfect sync as the neon lights from food stands and rides were shining down on you.

Spencer twirled you around and caught you in a dip. You let out a shaky exhale as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

“Please do. I’ve only been waiting 10 years for it since I moved in next door,” you smiled softly.

Spencer leaned down further and connected your lips. You pulled him even closer with your hands cupping his cheeks.

“I’ll go to prom with you under one condition,” he grinned, pulling away, “we go as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Absolutely,” you beamed and stood on your tippy-toes to give him another kiss that was long overdue.

A/N: i took a note out of my dear friend @samuel-de-champagne-problems ‘s book by naming the title after a Taylor Swift song

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My Game - Spencer Reid x Reader

This is a part 2 to Teachers Pet

SUMMARY: After Y/Ns little test, she takes Dr. Reid up on his offer. She also takes him back to the apartment. 

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SMUT, FEM READER, PROFFESOR-STUDENT, TEACHER REID, ORAL (FEMALE RECIEVING), PENATRATIVE SEX, SEMI DOM-SUB

It had been three days since Dr. Reid emailed me. I hadn’t texted him yet, too afraid of not knowing what to say. When I pulled that little stunt at his desk, I expected nothing to come of it. Just seeing his cute and pink face was enough of a reward. But it was obvious to me in the days following, he wanted to cross his finish line.

My phone sat comfortably in my hands, the series of numbers lining the top of my screen. I had not an inkling of an idea of what I would say. Should I go casual? Professional? Sexy? I mean, did anyone ever know how to aproach their crush?

Y: It’s Y/N, sorry I took so long. I’ve been kinda busy.

S: No worries, I was beginning to think I had read the room incorrectly. What are your plans for Saturday night? Theres a great Italian restaurant next to where I’m staying in DC.

Y: That sounds wonderful, actually. I’ll meet you there at 7?

S: Perfect.

I reluctantly pulled my figure from the sofa, and soon eagerly jumping into the shower. When the water hit my face the entire day melted away, and left only the anticipation of that night. I felt so special, I mean I was living my most vivid fantasies and not every woman gets to do it with a genius professor.

With my makeup carefully applied, and my dress matching my shoes, I started down the stairs. As my heels made a clicking noise, I started to feel a familiar flutter in my stomach. I was nervous; First date nervous. Though I had met him many times, and most recently met his body with mine, the event of a first date was a pâté of emotions.

The door of the restaurant was cold against my hand. I didn’t expect a high end dining experience, and when I walked in the entry way I was glad it wasn’t. The entry way was filled with cozy items. The faded rose pattern on the wallpaper complimented the display of family photos.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a tall brunette man, it was a table for two.” I said to the hostess. She paused for a second, tapping on her tablet as she checks the current table descriptions.

“Ah yes, party of two for Reid?”

I confirmed and she led me through a hallway to our left, which led into a small dining area. The room walls were a burgundy color, illuminated by the candle sitting at the head of each table.

I thanked the woman as I walked toward Spencer. He looked a tad bit cleaner than usual, his hair was combed and tucked away behind his ears.

“Oh, here let me get that for you.” He rose from his seat and rushed over to the chair across from him.

“How gentleman like, Doctor.” He laughed and we both took our seats.

“Please, call me Spencer.” His form was more relaxed than it usually was in class, giving him a calmer and peaceful demeanor.

Dinner progressed, a glass of wine was nursed, and he insisted on paying our check. Though I had been on dates before, this felt like my first real adult date.

“How did you get here?” He inquired as we stepped onto the rough parking lot terrain.

“I took a cab, I’m thinking I may catch the train though.” I said. His mouth spread into a displeased expression.

“Nonsense, please let me drive you home. I would hate for those statistics we learned last week be applied in this manor.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I hesitated to answer for a moment, instinctually I looked down and shifted my weight on my feet. The thought of him driving me home could end up in a number of ways; Mostly good. But, if I did take the train, it would end in a few ways; Mostly unmentionable.

“Alright, since you asked nicely.” His cheeks grew red as he avoided eye contact with me. I knew right then where our night would likely head.

“Would you like to come up? We can have a drink if you aren’t hell-bent on going to sleep before nine-thirty.” I joked with him.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to feel forced into anything because I know that theres a certain expectation when-“

“Spencer, if I didn’t want to fuck you, I wouldn’t have asked you up.”

Sure, having to say it in blatant terms is less than sexy, but thats what I adored about our dynamic at that point; I led the relationship.

I leaned into my fridge, purposefully bending over so my skirt lifted to show my ass.

“Well...fuck,” I said, “As it would turn out, someone stole my wine bottle and filled my fucking vodka bottle with water.” I stood up and shut the door, walking over to the counter inches away.

“One time I took the drink turn when it came to our friend-team-dinner-night, the bottle was forty dollars, which granted is the cheap wine more or less. To this day I still have no idea who stole the bottle, because I wanted to take it home.” Spencer reminisced. I laughed at his unusual way of trying to understand.

“Wasn’t really mine to begin with,” I started walking over to the sofa where he patiently sat. “I’m not of legal drinking age. But of course it tastes better when its forbidden, everything does.” I stepped in front of the man, his knees only an inch from my shin. "Can I touch you, Spencer?” I said in a soft voice, the lids of my eyes relaxed in a sweet shift.

“Y-yes.” He gasped, obviously so turned on by the way I stood over him, in power of him. I threaded his hair through my fingers and tugged back, pushing his head as far up as I could. His eyelids fell and he was no longer looking at me.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see everything.” He opened his eyes, his irises were colored with lust and desperation. I connected our lips in a long a sweet kiss. Rather than just having a mess of tongues, the kiss was filled to the brim with emotion, of pleasure that this was happening again. His lips were slightly swollen when I pulled away to unbutton his shirt. While I fiddled with the garment, he put his hands on my hips firmly.

“Can I- can you sit on my lap?” he asked, a red tint forming on his face. I smiled and obliged, sliding his shirt off of his lean torso. I started kissing him once more, this time I made sure to press my dripping panties against the large tent in his trousers.

“Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” I ask,hands resting comfortably on his neck.

“Please”, I stood and laced our hands together, leading him to my bedroom. Once we both entered through the doorway, I pushed him onto the bed, he fell softly.

I reached my hands behind my back to unzip my dress, as I felt it fall past my legs and onto the floor, I saw his eyes scan every detail of my body.

“One might say you were planning this.” He eyed my matching lace set.

“Wanted to make sure Spencer Reid had the best.” I replied, climbing on top of him so that I would be straddling him. I felt his hands connect to my waist as we kissed, his hands were warm and excited me even more. He pulled away, quickly pressing his lips to my neck and collarbone. My breath hitched in my throat as he bit down lightly on the skin. “Lets get these off, shall we?” I motioned to his pants, which had to be killing him right now. While he does that, I reach into my drawer and retrieve a condom, laying against the plush material of my pillows after I set it down on the table.

He gets on top of me , pressing his lips with mine as he rubs the back of my bra, signaling he wants me to take it off. I ,of course, reach back and unhook it, tossing it onto the floor. He grabs my tit while dancing his tongue with mine, making me more wet than I thought was possible. Usually, these actions signified a need for control, but when Spencer did it, it was like a desperate sixteen year old boy. Its clear he needed me.

“Can I...” he nods down to my cunt, still covered by the thin material of my panties.

“Can you what, Spencer?” I lace my fingers in his hair and pull, earning a soft groan from the man hovering over me.

“Can I please eat you out?” He begged. I smiled and pushed his head down, spreading my legs when his face met my stomach. He started by taking his thumb and rubbing over my clothed pussy. I bucked my hips, desperate for more friction. “Is it okay for me to take these off?” His eyes met mine, searching for confirmation. I smiled and nodded, moving my hands to stroke his hair rather than tug at it.

As his fingers latched onto the last piece of fabric that covered me, instinctually I pushed my hips upwards. He looked at me, silently asking if taking the garment off was still okay. When I bit my lip, a rose hue covered his face. He was flustered by me, by the escalation of us. But nevertheless, he slowly pulled off the last piece of modesty I had.

To re-assure him, I lightly tugged at his hair. Thankfully, he took the hint and licked a long stripe on my clit. My voice was caught in my throat as he continued making flat-tongued movements. I felt his hands slowly wrap around my thighs, pushing my heat into his face more than it already was.

He devoured me without hesitation, but when he pulled away for air he replaced it with two fingers and then when my stomach tensed and my eyes rolled back into my head, he used three. I finished with his mouth sucking on my bundle of nerves and his fingers buried inside me.

“Do you want to keep going?” He raised his head up and his thumb stroked my thigh, which he was still grasped onto.

“Yes, God yes please, Spencer.” I whined, the high fading away. He stood up off the bed and removed his strained boxers. He was beautiful; His lanky form was now a lean masculine type. I smiled at him, to which he obviously thought he was being laughed at. He couldn’t make eye contact with me, resulting to the floor instead. “Spencer,” I crawled towards the edge of my bed and placed my hands on his shoulders, “You are so gorgeous, the reason I’m smiling is because you always hide it in those sweater vests.” he relaxed.

“Thanks” he mumbles, still avoiding my eyes.

“Now please, come back here and let me take care of you.” He climbed back onto the bed while I rested against the pillows. He was nervous, and obviously he wanted to do it right. I could see his hands shaking as he unwrapped the condom and put it on.

“You’re sure?” He asks, the tip of his cock resting on the top of my inner thigh. He was easily six inches, my hand could probably wrap around and be too small.

“Yes, please fuck me.” He slowly inserted himself into my dripping cunt, causing me to let out a lewd string of words. Once again, my hands flung to his hair and tugged harshly, causing his arms to almost buckle beneath his own weight. I could feel his pelvis against mine, his muscular bottom torso pressed up against my clit. “Move, baby, its okay.” I reassure him. His hips pull away from mine, then snap back with a nice pressure. He quickly started to pick up his pace, small grunts escaping through his clenched jaw. “Do you like the feeling of your pathetic little cock inside my cunt? I bet you feel like a special little bitch now.” I moaned into his ear. “Well, are you going to tell me how much you enjoy my cunt?”.

“God, yes! I love it so fucking-“ his moan paused the sentence and he focused on getting his movements right.

“So fucking what? Go on, finish the sentence baby.”

“So fucking good, I love being inside of you so much!” He was practically whimpering in pleasure.

“Be a good boy and make me cum all over that pretty little cock of yours?” I struggled to contain my moans, I could not fall apart this quickly.

“Yes I will!” His fingers reached down to rub my clit, impressively keeping a steady rhythm. I felt the knot in my stomach becoming hotter and hotter as the minutes passed by.

“Oh my god, such a good- oh my god!” my eyes rolled back into my head as the impact of my orgasm was full forced. When my head cleared, I tugged on his hair, pulling his head so he could look me in the eye. “Gonna cum soon? Are you going to cum all inside of me?” his thrusts got off beat, he was close.

“Yes, I’m gonna-“

“Ask permission to cum, Spencer.”

“Can I please cum inside of you? Please?” He whines.

“Of course you can, baby.” With that he makes a strained moaning noise and his hips slowly stop moving. We’re both panting, while he flushes the condom I walk into the bathroom next to him. I turn to the shower and twist the hot water knob.

“We might as well get clean together, yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.” he smiles and kisses me once more.

[falcqns]

Hey, can I request one probably smut, where I'm working on Henry's makeup for Geralt and my cleavage bothered him a bit because he became hard? 🤭🙈 Take care!

our little secret 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: smut, bodily fluids, swearing, dirty talk 

A/N: I absolutely loved this request! I’m sorry it took so long to finish, I was so close a few days ago bUT TUMBLR DELETED IT AGH> hope you enjoy!

our little secret 

You were dabbing foundation on Henry’s pale skin when you noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Mainly, he couldn't take his eyes off of your breasts.                   

Were you wearing something a little more risky than normal? Yes. Usually, you wore a sweater to work, especially in the mornings. You did live in England after all, and you weren't dumb. 

But, did you also forget to do your laundry last night so the only acceptable item of clothing that you had to wear as a very low cut tank top with lace covering the top? ...Also yes.

As you moved around his head to continue to do his makeup, you just happened to glance in the direction of your phone, and just happened to see that Henry had a very definite bulge in his grey sweatpants.

You felt a blush begin to creep up your neck, but ignored it, and continued to work, attempting to ignore the bulge in his pants.

As you were preparing his wig, you got a call from Lauren, the show runner. There was quite a bad storm coming in, and filming was pushed back at least 3 hours. 

“Shit,” You said, as you hung up the phone, causing Henry to glance up from his own.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You turned to look at him. “Filming has been pushed back a few hours,” 

He sighed and let his head fall back against the makeup chair, his Adam’s apple bobbing, which you chose to ignore as well.

“I’m just glad you didn’t put the wig on me yet,” He said, giving you a charming smile, which you returned, and began to clean up your materials.

He stood up, and tugged on his coat, before turning to you.

“Why don’t you come and chill with me in my trailer until filming resumes? I can’t imagine you'd want to stay in here all alone.” He suggested, and you saw no reason to say no.

“Sure,” You said, giving him a smile. “Thank you,” 

He smiled back. “No problem.”

You finished packing everything up, and headed out to Henry’s trailer. As soon as you entered, you were greeted by Kal, who wouldn't let you pass until he got some pets, which you more than gladly gave. 

You followed Henry and took a seat on his couch.

“What?” You said with a giggle, when you noticed that Henry was staring at you again.

Henry cleared his throat before he talked. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

You giggled. “N-no,” 

He smiled, and lifted his arm to rest on the couch behind you. 

“Well, I think you are so incredibly beautiful, Y/N,” He whispered.

You felt the blush return 10 times more intense. “T-thank you, H-Henry,” 

“You’re welcome,” He took your smaller hand in his bigger one. “I-I’m sorry if that came off as creepy, I just-” He stuttered, running his thumb along the skin on your hand. “I can’t get you off my mind. I haven't been able to since you started working on set, but I’ve been too scared to ask you out, no matter how much I wanted to,” 

You scrunched your eyebrows, before placing your free hand on his thigh. 

“Why were you scared?” You whispered. He chuckled slightly, but explained himself.

“I don’t know. We just have quite a big age difference, and I didn't think you’d be into guys my age.” You giggled, and slid your hand up his clothed leg until you were just below where he needed you most.

“You’re the reason I took this job, Henry.” And with that, you were immediately pulled into Henry’s lap. He had a tight grip on your hips, and was pressing you down into his erection. You moaned out, and grabbed the back of his neck for stability, as you ground your hips on his.

“I know you saw how badly I wanted you,” He whispered into your ear huskily, which only spurred on your actions. “Please tell me you want this too,” You immediately nodded. “Gods, yes,” You whimpered out.

He tugged the bottom of your tank top out of your leggings, before running his hands underneath to feel your skin, hips still grinding together.

“I fuckin knew your skin was softer than heaven,” He moaned. His eyes fluttered down to your lips, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

He gripped your bum, and stood up to lay you on the bed. He climbed over your body, buried his head in your neck, and resumed the grinding of his hips against yours.

“Fuck,” You moaned out, as he trailed kisses down your neck.

He moaned, before sitting up. His hands slid up your tank top once more, and came to rest on your breasts. 

“As much as I love the way you look in this tank, I’d much rather see it on the floor,” He said, and you nodded. He lifted it up, and off of your body, tossing it on the floor.

He let out a low growl before at the sight of your light purple lacy bra. He looked at you with lust blown eyes before he buried his face in between them, kissing and licking over every inch of exposed skin. 

“These,” He moaned out breathily. “These are my fucking Kryptonite. Have been for months now,” 

You threw your head back and moaned loudly. 

You reached your hands out to run it over his chest that was still covered by a black t shirt. Henry, understanding what you wanted, all but ripped it off, tossing it on top of yours.

He trailed his hand from your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts. It came to rest on the top of your leggings. He took your left leg, and hooked it around his hip.

“Do you still want this?” He asked, looking you deeply in the eyes.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, desperately.” 

He gave you a warm smile, and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before continuing. He looped his fingers into your leggings and pulled them down your legs.

He threw his head back and moaned at the sight of your light purple cotton underwear.   

“Holy fuck,” He moaned out. You giggled at his reaction and reached your hand out to run your fingers through the curls atop his head. 

His fingers moved up from your thigh, and trailed them lightly over your clothed mound.

As he hooked his fingers into your underwear he made eye contact with you, once more.

“There are so many things I want to do to you, but I’m so desperate to be inside you that I might cum from just eating you out.” He said.

You arched your back and cried out. “Please stop teasing H-Henry,”

His eyes softened, and stood up, ridding himself of his grey sweatpants and blue boxer, before climbing back on the bed to join you. You reached out and wrapped your hand around his hard cock, and began to stroke slowly.

His head fell forward, and stared at you jerking him off slowly. His hand wrapped around your wrist, and stopped your actions.

“Another time,” He promised, before situating himself in between your legs. His hand lined himself up to your entrance, before making eye contact with you once more.

“You ready?” He whispered.

You nodded, and he grasped your smaller hand in his before slowly pushing inside you. You moaned at the stretched, and he slowed his actions.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“I’ve just never been this full, is all.” You said, and he lowered his head to yours, connecting your lips. 

He broke the kiss, and looked you in the eyes, your foreheads touching. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, make you feel so good.”

He slowly slid the rest of the way in, before dropping to his elbows which laid on either side of your head.

“Are you ready?” He breathed out, his lips brushing your ear.

“Y-Yes.” 

He nodded, and began to slide in and out of you, at an agonizingly slow pace. Your hips bucked up to meet his every time he bottomed out inside you. 

Your combined moans became louder each time as he gradually picked up speed, from slow and sensual thrusts, to harsh and rough thrusts.

He sat up on his knees, and gripped your hips, his eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. His eyes eventually drifted up to yours.

“I’ve been dreaming about being this deep inside you since the moment we met,” He growled out, squeezing your hips harder. 

“Fuck, Henry!” You cried out, both at his words, and at how good it felt to have him inside you after wanting it for so long. “I’ve wanted you inside me like this for Fucking years, Henry. Ever since I saw you in Mission Impossible,” You rasped out. 

His head fell back and he all but shouted a moan out, as his hips began to thrust into yours even harder.

“I almost bent you over the fucking makeup chair when I saw you wearing that fucking tank top this morning,” He murmured. “Especially leaning over me, pushing your heavenly tits into my face, fuck. I almost came in my pants at the sight of that,”

You felt your high approaching, and didn't even try and warn Henry about it, because you could sense that he was close as well. 

He had leaned back slightly, his hand gripping your waist while the other gripped your thigh, his hips snapping into yours at an insane speed, with nothing but moans falling from his lips.

His right hand came from where it rested atop your left thigh, and wrapped itself  around your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“I wanna watch your pretty little face when you fall apart on my cock,” He grunted, and all you could do was moan in response.

His hips ground into yours two more times, before your orgasm pulsed through you, and you shouted his name. Your back arched, legs and arms tensed, and eyes squeezed shut.

“FUCK,” He shouted, before he stilled inside you, and his release filled you.  

A few moments later, he collapsed on top of you. He rolled off of you a few moments later, and pulled you so you were tucked into his side, your head on his chest.

“That, was amazing,” You said, and Henry chuckled at your reaction before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Yeah, it was. I just hope no one heard us,” He muttered, his head drifting towards the window opposite his bed. “I want this to stay our little secret a little while longer, if you'd let me,” 

You sat up slightly to look at him. “What do you mean?”

he chuckled before reaching up to kiss you again. “If you think I’m letting you go after sex THAT good, you're insane, angel.”

[ibelongtowrath]

Come Closer - Satan x Reader (Obey Me!)

Happy birthday Satan! I wanted to write something as my little gift to him. So please have my alternate ending to his UR+ Devilgram story. Contains slight spoilers for Satan’s UR+ Devilgram story, “Caves Require Caution”. Pairing: Satan x F!Reader Word Count: ~4.2k Tags/Warnings: 18+/NSFW, hair pulling / oral sex / face-fucking / vaginal sex / rough sex / slight degradation

There’s sunlight. 

You never thought you would see the sun in the Devildom. You shake your head slightly, reminding yourself that it’s just magic, but it doesn’t matter. The warmth, the light kissing your skin as the tide laps gently at your feet, the ocean breeze rolling off the waves and caressing your face: you take it all in, savoring every single moment. Your arms open wide, eager to embrace the siren song of the sea, calling to you; you hadn’t realized how much you missed this.

“Come. We’re almost there,” Satan beckons, waving you closer to him.

“Um…,” you hesitate, looking back towards the distant shore, suddenly feeling a bit apprehensive.

“Would you prefer to be back there with the rest of my brothers, playing swimming games for hours?” Satan asks, though his tone suggests he is teasing. “Mammon hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for even a split second since we arrived. I am thoroughly surprised he has not taken to running for the hills, calling your name when he notices you’re gone.”

 Your eyes land upon the other six demons, happily shouting at each other and swimming; everyone except for Lucifer, that is, who stands with his arms crossed, shaking his head. Unable to help but laugh at the scene, you chuckle, smiling as you turn your attention back to the handsome blonde demon leading you towards what appears to be a hidden cave just off the shore. Waves lap gently nearby the entrance, the sand wet this far up indicating high tide is drawing near, but neither you nor he appears to notice.

The distraction of his brothers let Satan to get ahead of you, almost at the entrance to the cave, and your eyes slide to the taut, well-defined muscles of his back, his strong shoulder blades standing out and flexing slightly as he moves with purpose. It was the first time you had ever seen the demon, who always had his nose in a book, in only a swimsuit, and you had been as surprised as everyone else to discover what he had been so carefully hiding under that sweater and ill-fitting jacket that he refused to wear properly. 

Satan’s body had proven difficult to take your eyes off of, and he noticed the way your gaze lingered; his gaze, too, had lingered on your own body, taking in the curve of your waist and your hips, and the way your breasts bounced when you ran into the ocean. Deciding he wants you alone with him, he invited you to explore a small cavern he had discovered the last time he visited Diavolo’s magic beach eons ago, ecstatic to hear your lovely voice and beautiful head nodding in agreement.

Mind returning to the present moment, and as though he can feel your gaze upon him, Satan turns around then, flashing you a cheeky grin. Your face grows furiously hot, and not because the sun is relentlessly beating down upon you. Gesturing you closer, you pick up your pace, eager to see what he has planned for you. The pounding of your heart in your chest increases just a bit as you approach him and look carefully around before standing at the mouth of the cave.

“No need to worry,” Satan reassures you, sensing your unease. “It is perfectly safe. I have been here before. I explored it a few hundred years ago, when Diavolo created this beach.”

“If you say so,” you answer, hesitantly, feeling a bit doubtful as you peer into the darkened cave. 

Thankfully, some sunlight pours in, adding just enough light in the cave to be able to navigate through. Satan places a hand on your back, guiding you into the cavern; the gesture means to serve as a comforting touch, but instead makes you start in surprise, goosebumps darting across the expanse of your skin. He chuckles, taking his hand off of you.

“Feeling a little cold?” Satan teases with a wink.

The rush of blood to your cheeks causes your face to grow ever hotter, and you swear that if you start to blush even harder, you might just burst into flames. He chuckles softly once more, reaching for your hand to gently guide you forward into the cave, to bring you to the secret nook he had discovered all those years ago. Almost reluctantly, you follow the demon further in, turning back to the mouth of the cave one final time before heading deeper inside. The air grows a bit colder, more damp; the sand beneath your feet moist, making impressions of your footprints with each step.

Eventually - you’re unsure of exactly how much time later - Satan lets go of your hand, letting it drop to your side. He turns to face you, enthusiastically grinning; his face so full of glee, he looks slightly boyish, and you can’t help but to feel your face stretch into a happy smile of your own, his excitement contagious.

“Isn’t this great?” Satan asks you, taking both your hands in his.

“Um...yes?” you reply, smiling softly. “If you think it’s great, then I do too.”

“Glad to hear so,” he laughs.  Giving you a twirl before letting both of your hands go, Satan smiles softly at you.

“I discovered this little hideaway in this cave when Diavolo first created this beach hundreds of years ago, to get away from Lucifer,” Satan explains, gesturing around.

He points to a large rock jutting out from the far south wall. “It even comes with a reading nook. Absolutely perfect!”

“But you didn’t bring any books with you, did you?” you hear yourself tease. Resisting the urge to clap your hand over your mouth at your slight brazenness, you look up at Satan, flashing him a sheepish smile instead.

“This is true,” he agrees, “I don’t have any of my favorite tomes to keep myself occupied for the moment… but I suppose I do have an adorable kitten I can play with.”

He winks. Oh, fuck. The blush returns, strong as ever, and you find yourself surprised to not be bursting into flames on the spot.

“I-I suppose so,” comes your stammering voice in reply, bringing a hand up to cup your own cheek. It’s furiously hot, almost feverishly so. Your heart begins to race in your chest at the potential implication behind his words, and you pray that he can’t hear how hard it pounds beneath your rib cage above the gentle lull of the waves lapping near the entrance.

Satan tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his cheeky grin returning. His hand moves to cup your cheek, and the beat of your heart increases tenfold, as though someone is behind the wheel, revving the engine while in park. He, too, feels the beating of his own heart grow faster with each moment as his jewel-toned gaze moves to lock into yours, your beautiful face in his hand. His thumb moves to stroke your bottom lift softly, featherlight, barely touching the skin as he swallows.

“I’m happy to spend time alone with you, MC,” Satan murmurs, “away from all of my brothers. You look beautiful in that swimsuit.”

“I-I’m glad too,” you agree. “A-and, you look amazing as well. Wow. I-”

“-didn’t expect the bookworm to be so fit?” he finishes for you, his voice lilting in a tease. “I do work out, you know. Perhaps, we simply need to get to know each other more.”

“Yes, perhaps.”

Your eyes study his, the beautiful jade irises, the same color as the tropical ocean surrounding you outside, dare you to get lost in them. The temptation is raw, real, as you find yourself begin to give in, simply unable to look away. Satan finds himself in the same predicament, not wanting to tear his eyes away from yours, or your beautiful features: the curve of your cheek, the soft fullness of your lips, the enchanting shine of your eyes. Suddenly, he moves his gaze back towards the entrance of the cave, and your head turns, following his eyes to see where he is looking. The cavern suddenly feels cooler, a bit darker, and your eyes widen in fear.

“Kitten…,” Satan begins, trailing off. “I think our exit has been blocked.”

“Blocked?” You repeat the word in surprise. Satan shakes his head as he strokes your hair again, pulling you closer to him.

“It appears as though the tide has come in,” he explains. “High tide has reached the cave, and the entrance is blocked by water. It shouldn’t reach us in here, so we should be safe. However…”

“Yes?”

“The tides ebb and flow in six-hour cycles. That means we will be unable to exit from the cave until it is the low tide cycle, in about six hours or so.”

“Six hours?” If your eyes widen any further, they may just pop right out of your head. Six hours alone with Satan? It is difficult to tell whether your body sings with excitement or anticipation...or perhaps both.

“Six hours, just about,” Satan repeats. “We will be safe, not to worry. However, I worry about you, kitten. I don’t want you getting cold, and you are hardly wearing anything.”

Reaching for your hand, he laces his fingers through yours, leading you to the structure by the wall and gesturing for you to sit. You follow, sitting on the cool rock; Satan sits next to you, bare thigh to bare thigh. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch, feeling his body so close to yours, more goosebumps erupting down your arms and legs. He frowns as you shudder, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling your body in towards his.

“Sharing body heat is a good solution to keep you warm,” he explains. “Lay your head on my shoulder. Relax. I will keep you safe.”

Resting your hands in your lap, you lay your head on Satan’s shoulder, surprised at how soft his skin feels, the closeness of him and the intimacy of the gesture soothing your nerves and racing heart. He moves his hand closer by your neck, stroking your hair softly.

“Your skin is warm, kitten,” he murmurs. “Your heart is beating faster. Are you, perhaps, nervous?”

You lift your head to meet his eyes, and he notices the hesitant shine glinting in the fading light of the sun. Moving his hand from your hair, Satan places a few fingers under your chin, gently lifting your face to look up at his. He studies your lips, so full, so soft, so enticing; unable to stop himself, he finds his eyelids fluttering, moving his head closer to yours, pausing, his lips now mere inches from your own.

“Kitten…,” he breathes.

Satan crashes his lips against yours. His kiss is soft at first, just barely pressing against your own, as if testing the waters. He pulls back before kissing you again, a bit firmer, holding the kiss for a few seconds. When they leave yours, you find yourself hungry for more, aching to feel him as much as possible. You hook an arm behind his head, threading your fingers into his soft blonde locks, pulling his head down to yours. Your kiss is more fervent than his, a bit more lustful; mouth slightly open, and he can feel the desire burning behind it, his own twisting through his veins as he kisses you back. His tongue meets yours in a desirous dance, massaging the muscles over one another as your lips continue to bruise against his.

“Fuck, Kitten,” Satan murmurs against your skin.

Biting your bottom lip as he pulls away, the demon stands before you, pulling you to stand with him. His mouth finds yours in just mere seconds, backing you slowly against the wall, the space between your bodies nonexistent. Your leg hooks around his waist, and he groans, placing one hand behind your neck as the other traces softly along your thigh before moving to your hip, gripping you tightly. A moan escapes your lips into his, heart slamming into your chest, the driver pushing the pedal to the metal as the race begins.

“Fuck,” Satan curses once more, pressing himself ever closer. 

His cock twitches beneath his bathing suit, the hardened member straining against the constricting fabric, his desire more than obvious, pressed against the soft skin of your thigh. He groans louder, not bothering to conceal the way he feels, mind clouding over with thoughts of spreading your legs and ramming into you without abandon, chasing his release. The hand gripping your hip trails slowly upward, traveling along the generous curve of your waist, his movements graceful like a skilled cartographer outlining the sensual map of your body. Fingers slip under the band of your bikini top, gliding slowly over the soft mound of your breast. 

A wanton gasp falls from your lips onto his, and he grins, finally but reluctantly pulling his mouth from yours to rest at the junction of your neck and shoulder, biting into the sensitive skin there and sucking on it, eager to leave a mark. Again, you shudder at the touch, your moan more lewd this time, more sensual, and Satan can’t get enough. How badly he wants to hear you sing for him, coaxing those delicious sounds out of you as he gives in to satiate the hunger growing within, between your hips and his own. He knows you feel the fire too, the way your head drops back when he squeezes your breast, rolling the hardened bud of your nipple between his thumb and his forefinger.

“I was mistaken,” Satan purrs against your skin. “It appears I don’t have an adorable kitten with me. Quite the opposite. It appears as though I have a very naughty kitten on my hands. Isn’t that right?”

The demon continues to grope your breast, savoring your lewd cry of pleasure that rings out against the stillness of the cave in response.

“My, my, pet. If you moan any louder, and I’m going to think you want to be found before we get to enjoy our time alone.”

Removing his hand from your breast, Satan trails it down your body, slowly, tantalizing. You bring your head forward as your chest rises and falls rapidly, your breaths panting, fueled by unadulterated want and need. Your body teems with sensual desire, and you can feel the wetness between your legs, soaking into the flimsy fabric of your bathing suit bottoms. Satan’s hand travels down the expanse of your torso, gliding over your abdomen, causing you to inhale sharply. Every nerve ending in your body is alight with electricity, and each trace of his touch sparks against your skin, making you want more and more.

What feels like eons later, though in actuality is a mere few seconds stretched across the delicate flow of time, his hand stops just above the drawstring bottoms strung low on your hips. A dark grin twists his handsome features into a teasing look, drinking in the way you look at him, as though you may burst at any second. 

“Such a good pet,” Satan purrs, gripping the back of your neck just a little tighter. “I can see just how badly you want me, with that look on your face. If only I could freeze it forever, it’s so fucking sexy.”

Savoring the moment just a little while longer, his hand slips beneath the waistband, teasing at the delicate skin there as another lust-filled gasp falls from your lips. His fingers move further down, and he moans loudly, unable to stop himself as he feels your abundant wetness, all for him. He rubs at your clit, the wet, swollen bundle of nerves practically begging for his touch. Your hand drops from his hair to his back, raking your nails down the taut muscle of his shoulder blades as your head drops forward, moaning into his neck. Smirking, he slides two fingers inside your core, pumping and curling them slowly, wanting to drive you absolutely wild.

“I knew you wanted me as soon as I caught you staring back on the beach,” Satan says breathily, his voice thick and dripping with lust, filled with honey. “Rest assured, I want you just as badly, my sweet kitten.”

Satan moves his hand from your neck to find your own, bringing it to the front of his swim trunks where his cock continues to strain against them. He pulls his other hand from between your legs, and you release a needy whine at the loss, aching to feel him inside you. Stepping back, his cheeky grin returns as he gestures to his bathing suit.

“Won’t you be a good girl, kitten, and take these off for me?” he prompts, beckoning you towards him.

“Yes, of course,” you hear yourself say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Excellent.”

Standing from the rock, you sink to your knees in the sand before him. Your hands reach to the waistband of his swim trunks, dipping your fingers just underneath before pulling them down slowly. His cock is finally freed, and you eye it hungrily, just barely stopping yourself from leaning forward to take him into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing around him as he slams into the back of your throat…

“What’s the matter, kitten?” Satan prods, looking down at you. He knows exactly what you’re thinking, and he’s more than happy to indulge.

“So hungry, so needy for my cock, hm?” he continues. “Naughty thing. Here I was, trying to keep you warm until the tide recedes… but you’re just a needy little slut, simply salivating at the chance for me to fuck you as soon as an opportunity is presented to you. I’m more than happy to oblige, pet, but first… show me you deserve my cock.”

Wrapping his fingers into your hair, Satan yanks on it, forcing your head up to look at his. His free hand moves to his cock, wrapping around it and stroking himself as he pulls your head closer, resting the tip against your lips.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, groaning as he watches you comply. “Good girl.”

Pleased with your obedience, Satan pats your head, stroking your hair a few times before plunging his cock deep into the back of your throat, and hard. The sudden intrusion causes the muscles of your throat to protest, causing you to gag, tears running down your face. His grip on your hair tightens, snapping his hips into your face at a relentless pace, head dropping back in pleasure at the feeling of his cock slamming deep into your mouth, your head moving in perfect tandem with the frenzied rhythm of his thrusts.

“Oh, fuck, kitten,” he husks, barely suppressing a groan of pleasure. 

Satan continues his movements for a little while longer before pulling himself out of your mouth slowly, panting heavily. You feel yourself gasping, inhaling sharply, running your tongue over your reddened, swollen lips, dampened with saliva. Using his grip on your hair, he yanks you up to standing, pulling you in for a deep kiss, dancing his tongue with yours.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, tracing his thumb over your lip. “Now…”

His hands move to untie the strings of your bottoms, letting them drop to the ground.

“Keep being a good girl for me, kitten, and turn around,” Satan instructs.

Nodding, you obey his command, turning around slowly. He presses against you, chest to your back, teasing his cock at your slick entrance. Your body aches for him, practically quivering in anticipation. Grabbing both of your wrists, he raises them above you, effectively forcing you to bend over as he slides his cock into you, moaning as he settles into your constricting warmth.

“Fuck, kitten,” Satan moans. “You’re so hot, wet, and tight for me. I can feel you throbbing. Your tight little pussy is just begging for my cock to stretch your aching hole, isn’t it?”

Not bothering to wait for your response, he snaps his hips into you without warning, setting a fast, frenzied pace. His free hand reaches up towards your shoulder, and he digs his nails into your skin, raking them down harshly, leaving angry red scratches in their wake. A high-pitched pleasurable cry, practically bordering on an absolute scream of pleasure, tears from your throat, pushing your hips back against his to match his cadence, the sound of skin smacking against skin echoing throughout the cavern. Satan growls at the sounds, savoring the way your body sings for him, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he leans over you.

“Such a noisy thing, aren’t you?” he rumbles into your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as you shudder. “Do you want them to find us?”

“N-no, I-” you start to cry out in response, finding your words cut off as Satan yanks your hair roughly, forcing your head to turn as your eyes meet his.

“No? To me, kitten, it appears as though you’d enjoy being found, being fucked into like this, your slutty little body being used as my own personal cocksleeve.”

Satan nips your ear, bringing his free hand to press two fingers at your lips.

“Open your mouth and suck,” he commands. “Perhaps that will keep you quiet.”

Obediently, your mouth opens, taking in his fingers eagerly. Your moans and gasps of pleasure are muted as your tongue runs over his fingers, licking them up and down, closing your mouth around them and moving your head over them.

“That’s a good girl,” Satan purrs.

Thrusts growing more frenzied by the second, a growl sounds from deep within his chest; louder this time, teeming with twisted, carnal desire as he furiously chases his release. Eager to coax out your own, he loosens his hold on your hair, sliding his hand down between your legs to rub your slick, swollen clit, eliciting a delicious, muted moan. Satan rubs faster, his mouth finding purchase on your neck, sinking his teeth in, pounding into you harder and harder.

“A-ah! Mmph!”

Your cries nearly push Satan over the edge, and he ruts into you desperately, his release drawing nearer with each passing second. You can feel the telltale tightening of your pelvic muscles around his cock, signaling your oncoming release, and his moans grow louder, more high-pitched, not bothering to attempt to conceal his own sounds of pleasure. 

“I changed my mind, kitten. I want to hear you positively scream for me as I bring you to places of ecstasy, your cries of pleasure drawing the attention of all my brothers,” he growls. “Perhaps they will walk in as I am still fucking you, and we can show them just whose pet you are as they listen to my name falling helplessly from your lips in the throes of release. Mine.”

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he raises the arm back, bringing a hand down sharply to smack your ass. The loud crack of your skin rings out against the still quiet of the cavern, save for the sinful sounds of hips snapping into hips, skin against skin; hissing in pain as the sting of the smack burns into your skin, you turn your head to look at Satan, meeting his gaze as you begin to speak.

“Yes, I will,” you breathe. “I will scream your name until my throat protests, and I cannot any longer…”

“Good girl.”

Satan’s praising words come out as a hungry snarl, so close to release, the fire pooling low in his stomach, between his hips. Rubbing your clit harder, faster, he moves faster still, animalistic in the way he continues to thrust into you, so close.

“Cum for me, my pretty little sex kitten,” Satan rumbles.

As though on command, your orgasm washes over you in waves of pleasure. Your body shudders, head dropping back as a loud scream tears from your throat, the two syllables of his name falling endlessly from your lips, digging your nails into the palms of your hands. 

Satan drops his head back, moaning loudly, relishing the sounds of your screams slicing through the tranquil air surrounding you. His own release finds him as your walls grip his cock perfectly, growling into your ear one final time as he fills you with his seed, pumping into you until the feeling begins to ebb, the sun beginning to sink under the horizon behind you as hazy twilight fills the cavern.

Pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Satan releases your wrists from his grip, chest heaving as he pants heavily against your back. He rises slowly, straightening himself, pulling you up gently with him and wrapping his arms around your waist. Kissing your cheek, he grins, still panting.

“Well, fuck, kitten,” Satan breathes. “Perhaps I’ll have to sneak you away from my brothers more often. Now, let’s get dressed, in case someone did hear and plans to come rescue us.”

Moving to reach for his swim trunks discarded a few feet away, a phone ringing shrilly suddenly rings out. Your eyes widen, watching Satan reach into the pocket of his bathing suit to pull out his D.D.D., Mammon’s name flashing across the screen.

“You had your phone this whole time?” you ask incredulously.

“Sometimes, even a demon as intelligent as me forgets things, especially in the company of such a beautiful, naughty little kitten,” Satan answers simply, shrugging his shoulders with a sheepish grin.

Sliding his thumb across the screen to answer Mammon’s call, Satan brings it up to his ear, grinning and winking at you as he pulls his bathing suit up over his hips.

“Mammon? Yes, MC and I are in the cavern, stuck in high tide…”

[milazka]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁. 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

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��𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : -

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞. 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞...

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Your feet pressed against the dashboard, you breathe in the sea air rushing into the van. Sitting in the passenger seat, your head swings to the rhythm of the music chosen by your boyfriend.

John Booker Routledge.

Wavy brown hair, surfer style and a charming smile; he was literally the boy you imagined in your dreams since you were little. You met a few months ago, thanks to Pope. Your father and Heyward were having a business meeting together and he had brought you with him. You got to know Pope a little bit more, talking with him on the dock while your fathers were inside. Pope offered  you to spend the afternoon on the water with him and his friends and you accepted; you liked meeting new people. That’s when you met John B; you both fell in love at first sight. Since then, you went on a few dates and you had exchanged your first I love you. You wanted to take your time in this relationship, it was your first one.

 “Y/n? do you want to go back to my place, or do you need to go home?” He asks you, his hand resting on your bare thigh.

 “We can go to your place, my dad is having a meeting with Heyward at our house.” You respond, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

 “Perfect, I want to show you something.” He smiles.

 He parks the van in front of the Chateau and comes open your door, holding out his hand to you like a gentleman. John B puts the straps of his backpack on one of his shoulders and squeezes your hand in his, dragging you towards the back of the house. You walk on a small path in the forest, your eyes wandering everywhere to observe the beauty of the nature which surrounds you. After a few minutes of walking, you arrive in front of a wooden shed high in the trees.

 “Wow, it’s beautiful.” You compliment as he starts climbing in the ladder.

 “My dad built it for me and JJ when we were little. We have always maintained it well so it can remain habitable.” He explains to you, grabbing your hand once you arrive at the top of the ladder.

 The cabin consists of a single large room with two windows. A few empty beer cans are lying on the floor near a gray futon. Half-melted candles rest on a small wooden coffee table. You run your hand over the designs that decorate the table, recognizing JJ's style. John B sits on the futon as you continue to observe the objects in the cabin. You smile at a frame containing a photo of JJ and John B when they were young.

 “We were six years old on this one.” John B says, displaying a nostalgic face.

 “You were already cute.” You say, making him giggle.

 You seat on a cushion in front of him and he takes your hand in his, making small circles with his thumb on it. In peaceful silence, he watches you with his hazel eyes, making you blush and bow your head, a bit intimidated by his gaze.

“Did I ever tell you that you were beautiful?” He says to you with a smile.

“Many times.” You answer, smiling back.

He pulls you towards him, making you take place on his thighs. His hand brushes against your cheek before settling on the back of your neck, pulling your head close to his face. He gently presses his lips against yours and you slowly start to move in sync with him. Your hands slip into his hair as he ran his hand under your long sleeve sweater, rubbing your back up and down. While his hand rests on the tie of your bikini top, you move your head back, breaking the kiss.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” John B asks you with a soft voice.

You sigh; you knew that one day or another you would need to have this conversation with him.

“I’ve never done it.” You mutter, hiding your face in your hands.

He places his hands on yours, gently moving them away from your face to lock his gaze in yours.

 “It’s okay, Y/n/n. It doesn't change anything, sweetheart.” He whispers to you.

 “I’m just scared that I’ll lose control and I’ve never been comfortable enough with someone to do it.” You explain to him with a sad smile.

 “I find it beautiful that you respected yourself and that you didn't flinch under social pressure to do it even if you were not ready.” He reassures you.

You smile, appeased to see that it doesn't change anything between you two.

“How was yours?” You ask, having never question him about it before.

 “It was super special.” He giggles. “A tourist from Cincinnati. We met at a party and five minutes into it, she just… asked. So, we went back to her condo and it lasted a total of twenty-five seconds.” He pouts, making a small reverence with his hand.

 “Wow, a great first experience.” You sarcastically say, smiling at him

 “I guess you could say that.” He smiles back. “We’ll do it when you’re ready.” John B adds.

He is about to add something, but you cut him with a passionate kiss. John B opens his hide widely as you push him against the back of the futon. You start to roll your hips, grinding against his crotch. He grunts softly against your lips and grabs you by the waist, amplifying the movement against the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck babe, you’re sure that you want to do it now?” He whines, breathing a bit faster.

 “I want you to be my first, John B.” You clearly state.

He smiles to you and cup your face with his hands, deepening the kiss. You unbutton his eternal Hawaiian shirt while he removes your shirt. His eyes flicks, admiring the sight of your almost-bare chest. You lay your hands on his tan chest, feeling his muscular pecs under your hands. He makes you stand up and slip your shorts along your legs after unbuttoning them, leaving you in your simple black panties. John B's mouth attacks your thighs, leaving a few wet kisses on your skin. He sits you back on him, peppering soft kisses on your neck. You are surprised by the groan that escapes from your lips when you feel his hard crotch against your womanhood.

 “Unbuckle my belt.” He directs you, knowing that you're not used to it.

He removes his shorts, revealing the bulge stretching the fabric of his boxers. You gulp; you knew he was well equipped, but not that much. He takes you under your thighs and lay you down onto the mattress. A moan slips between your lips as he begins to rub his bulge against the fabric that is still covering your core.

 “Is it okay if I take it off?” John B asks you, pointing your panties with his finger.

 You nod, taking a deep breath when you feel his hands grab the edge of your panties. He slides them down your legs while leaving kisses down your neck and your stomach.

 “Already wet for me, sweetheart.” He winks at you, making you blush.

He spreads your legs and slowly introduce a finger in you, making you tense. He slowly starts moving in and out your entrance and start rubbing his thumb on your little nerves ball. You slowly relax, putting your hands on his shoulders as you moan against the crook of his neck. You feel some warmth in your stomach as he pumps you with two of his fingers. After a few seconds, he stops fingering you and grabs a glass jar under the table, taking one of the small packages.

 “It’s JJ’s, and don’t worry, I changed the sheet.” He clarifies by seeing the look on your face.

 He removes his boxers, revealing his erection on which he rolls the condom. John B position himself between your thighs, aligning himself in front of your entrance.

 “Try to relax, sweetheart, and tell me if it hurts. I’ll go slowly.” He warns you after kissing the tip of your nose.

 Leaning on his forearms on each side of your chest, he lies above you, rubbing his cock against your clit before placing it at the opening of your womanhood. You get tense when you feel him slowly slide inside you. You bite your bottom lips; the pain is worse than you thought. A few tears escape from the corner of your eyes.

 “I’m sorry baby.” He whispers to you, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

 “It-it’s not your fault.” You say to him. “I’m just not used to your… size.”

 “Do you want me to try to move a bit?” He asks you.

 You take a deep breath and nod. Your face clench when he slowly withdraws.

 “Keep going.” You encourage him, grabbing onto his shoulders.

 He kisses you tenderly, trying to make you forget the pain as he begins to move back and forth in you. The pain gradually decreases, your body adjusting to his size. You dig your nails into his biceps when pain turns into pleasure, making you moan harder.

 “You like it?” He smirks, his jaw clenched as he slams more vigorously into you.

 “Fuck yes.” You groan, holding on to his shoulders.

 “Do you wanna try another position?” He asks.

You nod and he slows down before pulling back. He turns you around suddenly, making you drop a little squeak. On your knees and leaning on your forearms, he thrusts in and out of you, hitting your g-spot. It hurts you a bit, you’re not totally used to the feeling of his cock inside you.

 “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” He grunts, grabbing you by the waist.

  You moan his name, your hands clutching the sheets. John B thrusts deeper and you feel that you’re close to your first orgasm.

 “J-John, fuck!” You scream, feeling your pussy clench around him.

 “Oh fuck, baby!” He groans, a few seconds later.

 He pulls out of you and drops himself on the mattress, still breathing heavily. You lie down by his side and he pulls you closer to him with his arm around your shoulders.

 “Was it like you expected?” He asks you.

 “Better. I'm glad I waited and did it with you.” You respond, lifting your head to meet his hazel eyes.

 “I'm honored that I was your first, sweetheart.”

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[the-ghost-king]

time for me to share a good™️ headcanon: will and nico love to steal each other’s clothes but their massive size difference makes it so obvious that they’re doing it. nico’s shirts are almost croptops on will and will’s sweaters are practically a dress on nico bc will is like 6’2 and nico’s like 5’5

Anon! Anon! Yes, you. You get it.

I don’t really know what you wanted as a response to this but I felt inspired for the first time in some 10 months so I gifted you a one shot below the “read more”. I’ll also upload it to Ao3 with a link in the notes...

Anyhow Anon, I hope you enjoy it! I got a little off topic but reflective fluff is always good!

If you would have asked Will what he wanted out of life as a kid you probably would have gotten an answer that was something like “a chance to actually go and live life as it was meant to be” or maybe “to be happy, pretty, and stupid”. 

He didn’t dare to hope for more, demigods didn’t live long lives, and being involved in a major battle at thirteen didn’t do wonders in regards to establishing confidence in your survival. As for the “pretty and stupid” part of his answer, it wasn’t that Will had ever hated being smart, he just hated the disconnect different intelligence levels caused in peer groups and society; being smart was hard, sure for school purposes it was nice, but that intelligence means you’re constantly thinking and so often so much of the world seems so dull and petty. Will had been lucky enough to be blessed with decent looks, moving through the world was made easy in at least that regard, but he wished he could live without thinking so much because so often he could only see so much awful in the world. 

Thirteen year old Will wouldn’t have dared hope for anything more, he wouldn’t have dared hope for anything else more than a decade or so of normal life beyond camp and a chance at an easy life for those few years. When fourteen year old Will got a depression diagnosis he wouldn’t say he was surprised, he would have been annoyed but he hadn’t really felt much of anything in years. (”Atypical depression” The doctor had said, “likely clinical”)  A few different types of anti-depressants and a few months of therapy things started feeling okay, better at least. Fifteen came and went, he tried to go off the pills and didn’t quite get there, but his dose got lowered which Will supposed was nice. 

In the months of early 16, Nico di Angelo stumbles into his life; exhausted and melting under the pressure of the universe, he makes friends with death. It isn’t much, but Will remembers him from when they were kids back before any major fights. He remembers hearing about Nico running off and he felt bad for not having made a continued effort to get to know him. He felt bad when he left after the Battle of Manhattan too, they’d prepped bodies for their departure together and Will had gotten hung up in the infirmary (he had been one of the last Apollo campers and he was the only one with medical training). In some ways, Will supposed he was making up for those lost years when he didn’t have time to befriend Nico as he would have liked, it made him feel like he was at least trying.

In the beginning things were undeniably rocky, Nico was constantly hooked to machines just so Will could guarantee he wouldn’t die overnight. Even on Nico’s first night in the infirmary he had struggles with sleep, the bed wasn’t comfortable enough and after trying a large variety of options Will had hauled Nico and all of his equipment out to the porch on the back of the infirmary and they slept there for those three days (which turned into two weeks), wrapped up in jackets and in a pile of blankets beneath camp’s fall skies.

Within a few months, they fell in love. 

Okay listen, people can call Will ridiculous all they want- but love at first sight is real and he experienced it. He didn’t know it but the day he met Nico and looked into the dark browns of his eyes, he thought something about how his eyes looked like ash from the fireplace at Mama’s house, or how they looked like the soil that his windowsill plants grew from. If you would have asked Will what he thought of Nico the very first time they’d met, he would have told you something about how his eyes were “big, dark, and round like a baby cow”. What Will really meant is that Nico reminded him of the family ranch house he grew up in, he meant he looked like home. 

At the time Will just hadn’t known that was what love felt like, but when he figured it out one day teaching Nico how to play Hold ‘em on the back porch of the infirmary with a light breeze and setting sun as they settles down for bed; he knew one thing, he didn’t want anything more than to make Nico happy and he hoped that he could be a part of that more than anything.

It took a little longer for Nico to come around, he had his own demons to battle. Internalized homophobia, even in small doses, is a real downer to say the least, let alone when you’re fighting demons you’ve manifested for some 15 years. The biggest struggle however, was probably in all honesty the fact that Nico was so goddamned oblivious. After spending years alone with limited human contact at best, and having spent so many years desperately wanting Percy to notice him, and being met with negative reactions, Nico didn’t know what love looked like anymore. How had he been supposed to know he was in love with Will?

There was a lot of subtle back and forth, would the other even be interested in a guy? It ended one day with an unplanned kiss followed by a declaration. Will called it the best mistake he ever made, neither of them really thought it was a mistake.

It was days like today that only proved that.

Will had woken up to Nico’s face on a pillow next to him. He’d fallen asleep with his hair pulled back in a ponytail, and some of his smaller hairs had fallen loose in the night and now framed his peaceful face. The first rays of golden sunlight fell through accidentally left open curtains, and Will reached out to brush a stray piece of dark hair and place it behind Nico’s ear. 

He woke up to a morning more beautiful than he would have ever hoped for at 13, and he would always be glad for that. He would always be grateful for how far he had come in not quite a decade. At just twenty-two he was 4 years into medical school, and three years married to Nico and he truly believed he was one of the happiest men in the world simply because he made Nico happy.

In time, Nico too would wake up. 

First with a huff, and then a grumbling noise of annoyance as he rubbed his face with his arm as though trying to block out light before half-asleep Nico seemed to accept his fate and wake up fully. 

“Good morning”

“How long have you been up?”

“Awhile”

Nico made a knowledgeable humming sound, perhaps he was just acknowledging Will’s response or perhaps he was saying ‘of course’. 

A few kisses, a short conversation, and a couple of “I love you”’s later, they got out of bed.

Nico's was wearing Will's high school hoodie that was a bit too short on Will anymore like it was a dress on him. The hoodie went down to Nico’s knees, he's got his own black shorts on because Will's just fall off unless he ties them really really tight. He's got black socks pulled up almost to his knees, there’s a little gap between the end of Nico’s shorts and the start of his socks. The hoodie goes down an inch or two past his short pockets, and he goes outside to grab the mail with a pair of unlaced combat boots on his feet. He's got his skull ring on his middle finger of his right hand, and his left hand holds a simple wedding band which glint in the light as he opens the front door. His hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail, some of it is up some of it is down, there's tons of flyaway hairs which frame his face since he hasn’t fixed it sense getting out of bed.

Call it a cliché, but Nico looks like Heaven personified without even trying. 

Sure, everyone looks nice in a suit or a dress, but how many people can roll out of bed without doing their hair wearing a decade old hoodie and look like they belong in a magazine spread?

Will is wearing one of Nico's looser shirts, on Nico it comes down past his hips and a little onto his thighs, on Will is he so much as lifts his arms a centimeter it reveals his hip bones. He doesn’t really mind, he kind of likes it to be entirely honest. Will can remember being just a few inches shorter than he is now and fitting fairly comfortably in Nico’s clothes at the time, they had never worried whose clothes they grabbed back then. Nico had finished his growth spirt and Will had thought he was done only two inches taller, it didn’t matter whose clothes were whose because everything fit well enough.

That wasn't quite the case now, Nico had stayed at his casual 5"5 while Will had shot up and extra six inches to 6"2 and ruined his own chances of sharing clothes. Such as right now he was sure he was wearing his own sweats, because he had specifically had to get a pair last night despite Nico's having been more accessible. Anytime he's actually managed to get a pair of Nico's pants comfortably on in the last few years, result in him wearing pants that are more like compression shorts or capris than pants.

Will was just happy he could wear some of Nico's larger shirts and hoodies still, the fact that Nico preferred to sleep in lots of clothes and typically baggy clothes meant Will had some options when it came to wearing his husbands stuff.

Will has also managed to steal a pair of Nico's socks, they're a taller pair on Nico (he buys winter wear so often because he's cold always) but on Will they gather a little awkwardly around his ankle. Will doesn't usually wear socks but they had gone to bed without the heat on and apparently the cold had set in over night and you could definitely feel it on their apartment floors.

The clothes would be a bit stretched out from him, it was something Will can remember being worried about after his second growth spurt, but Nico doesn't mind, He's assured Will of this time and time again, he says something about "aesthetic" and "alternative". Will doesn't really know, he's never cared much for fashion but he'll take Nico's word on it. 

The truth, although it's something Nico would only admit in their bed late at night when it was so dark you could barely see his face, and arguably a little drunk as well, was that he actually enjoyed the way the clothes fit better after Will wore them. He found some sort of comfort in the way the shoulders of his shirts would be just a little too wide on him, it was one of those small acts of love, it wasn't one Will entirely understood but both of them got their own sort of enjoyment out of Will stretching out Nico's sleeping clothes some so they went with it.

Will turns his attention from Nico walking out the door to the coffee pot on the countertop.

Will doesn't like coffee much, he likes the social aspect of getting a cup more. Nico had introduced him to it, he’d been drinking it for years by the time they’d left camp. It reminded him of home and he grew to like it for such reasons, and although Nico would consume just about anything with enough caffeine in it Will needed creamer to enjoy coffee to any amount. 

They were both honestly probably more tea people, but they never seemed to remember to buy any. Will will try to remember to write it down on the grocery list later, but Nico has walked back into the kitchen, climbed up on the counter next to Will and now he is looking at him; and Nico is always a distraction that's worthy of taking, Will will definitely forget to write down tea for their grocery list and the week will start over with more coffee in the house and no tea.

Nico’s fingers grip the countertop and he swings his legs a little bit back and forth from where he sits on the black granite, his white gold rings set against the counter in contrast. Will's worn out blue hoodie looks grey with age, the little printed letters are cracked and peeling on the back of it, his last name can still be read in white though. 

Will knows the cliché about your lover wearing your name is often unhealthy and overly possessive, but he likes seeing Nico with his name because it feels like a gift. It’s like he’s given Nico a part of himself and Nico accepted it with pride, and Will loves that, he loves him and Nico being little pieces of each other.

Nico is smiling at him, and leans just so, Will turns in acknowledgment of the gesture, and moves so he’s standing to the left of Nico. Nico crosses his legs at the ankle and leans towards Will laying his head against Will where his neck and shoulder meet. Will leans forward and buries his face into Nico’s hair, comfortable and a little sleepy still.

"Coffee?"

"Mhmm."

"Good."

Will isn't the best cook, for fucks sake he's not even someone who could be considered a good cook, but he can handle this. Nico taught him the basics when they were still living at camp, Will failed every time, he ended up going home for a short period for Christmas break and begging his mom "teach me how to make eggs" he left off the bit about impressing Nico but he knows she knew. When he came back Nico had just smiled at him, "you practiced huh?"

Will hadn't gotten better at making much else, some eggs, toast, coffee and he could boil water now too! He had burnt lots of stuff over the years, plastic containers in the microwave, a plastic ladle they had on the stove top, at least 100 failed attempts at grilled cheese. Will was honestly just happy he hadn’t blown up any microwaves since he was a kid... 

Nico had come home to many of Will's failed attempts at making him various things, sometimes the food was underdone other times it was bits of inedible char. Will did try, he really did, but the heat was always too high or he would end up distracted, or he would use sugar on accident instead of salt. Will did actually try, but his best attempts still often left something to be desired, so he often was the one doing dishes.

Most notably one time Nico had come home to him attempting to pan-frying some fish.

It had been supposed to be a surprise, it was Nico's birthday, and Will had had the day off of class even though Nico hadn't. He figured he would have surprised him; it had been back in their first apartment, not quite as nice as this one. A cheap tiled cream counter top that Nico had literally cringed at when seeing it the first time, the cabinets had somehow been cheaper than a set from IKEA and it had become an inside joke to them.

He had walked in the apartment to see smoke coming off the pan with a bit of flame still coming off it, and a large piece of charred fish stuck to the bottom of one of their frying pans.

"Hey dumbass, what did you do in here?" 

People thought they were an odd couple, Will could see that. The whole parallel people drew between light and dark and optimism and pessimism and such between them, none of those people were really correct though. Will and Nico were more similar than they were different. At the end of the day it didn’t really matter what people said, Will liked Nico, he loved him in all honesty- he'd never heard the word "dumbass" said with so much affection.

Nico was hard for most people to read, years along had left him struggling emotionally in some manner; he did his best to hide most of his emotions, cloak them so heavily that sometimes they were even unrecognizable to Nico himself. 

The most obvious example of this in regards to Nico was how "shut up" often meant "I love you", "idiot" was synonymous with "darling" in some ways. Don't get Will wrong, Nico could be very affectionate, but pet names came with hesitation for him in the early days; Should he use Venetian, Italian, or English? Masculine words that were romantic had been hard for him to say as well... But everyday he grew and got better, and Will was proud of him every time he called Will “dear” and didn’t hesitate before or after. 

Nico had started masking his emotions at some point during his time at Westover, whatever he had done there hadn’t been much more than how much the average person masked their feelings, but when he started training with Minos Nico had doubled down on keeping his emotions secretive. Minos hadn’t been kind or safe in any sense of the word, emotions were what he used to manipulate Nico all that time, it was no wonder Nico developed such a strong sense of apathy towards anything overtime. 

Nico could be affectionate, he could be the most loving person to ever exist. Nico’s emotions were sort of like secrets, if you stayed awake late enough into the night you would only come to know him then, such was the nature of him. He often whispered so quietly his wants and needs into the dark, there was some sense of fear tied to Nico’s vulnerability and he handed off his worries each night to the stars soft glow. Nico often refused to talk openly during the day, but at night apologies and truth always came, he had known what he had wanted earlier he had simply been to afraid of the rejection to acknowledge it, Will is glad that with the years the worst of such things is over; it is unlikely to be something Nico will ever fully grow out of, such is the nature of humanity, but progress is a virtue.

Such times not only resulted in Nico’s acknowledgement of his wants and faults, but also garnered the most affection from Nico. Nico couldn’t always communicate in an effective manner verbally, which was still a process they were working on, but he did his best. Nico’s act of love was like that of a small bird, he gave you small things that seemed insignificant until you realized he had only ever told you such things. Will fell in love with him for it, it wasn’t just about the way he would describe the wallpaper in his childhood bedroom, it was the fact that nobody knew anything else about Nico’s childhood bedroom. 

Will had never truly understood the concept of “touch starved” until he met Nico, he had known the definition sure, but he had never truly witnessed it. Nico never asked for touch, but it was the way he leaned into it, the way he sought it out; pressing up against Will’s hand like a cat stretching trying to get a little more contact somehow, trying to make the touch last just a bit longer so he could savor it properly. It was literally starving in some manner, starving for contact that wasn’t a goodbye or a hit, just for wordless contact. When he grew comfortable he gave affection fully, there was a joy in holding Nico’s hand, knowing that he felt safe enough not to worry about the effect a few extra seconds of prepping for a fight that holding hands would add.

Nico didn’t show affection in big ways, and that was more than okay with Will; they were laid back in comparison to most, he’d have sought the comfort of placing soap bubbles on each others head in the tub a hundred times over a night on the town. Nico’s affection was something quiet and almost secretive, unknown to anyone it wasn’t directed at; it was the way he would lead Will out of a room to kiss him, or the quiet way he whispered “I love you” into Will’s ear when in public.  

Will supposes in the early days “shut up” became “I love you” in order to avoid being seen as weak in some manner, in order to avoid acknowledging what he really wanted to say and having Will not respond in kind. Will didn't mind, they weren't an overly affectionate pairing- banter was common, almost everything they did was turned into some sort of game, the term "boys will be boys" definitely applied to their relationship of 3am pillow fights, late night discussions about what order the Christmas ornaments had to go up on the tree in, and whenever they wrote thesis papers for living room debates over the best Disney villain.

Will honestly preferred it that way, he preferred having the little moments reserved for solely them. He preferred the aversion to sappy clichés, the way a lover could say your name with exasperation and a smile that meant the whole world. He had seen what some other couples had, quick kisses in lines at cafes, holding hands across the table, and calling each other pet names they’d made up that were somehow ten times worse than the original- and Will didn’t want that. 

It wasn’t that what those couples had wasn’t love, it just wasn’t love in a way Will could understand, it wasn’t love Will felt from those sort of exchanges. He didn’t understand the idea of “butterflies in your stomach”, love wasn’t nerves, love was like coming home after a long day, love was the way someone could say your name like it was divine, love was the way someone would smirk at you when you were missing the point, love was not being afraid to cry in front of them,  it was knowing you could show up to them with any problem and instead of leaving you they would research the ins and outs of it in all their entirety. 

The coffee maker makes a sound, Nico lifts his head of off Will’s body and the deep browns of his eyes are like the freshly turned dirt of fields in planting season, and Will feels like there’s a garden growing in his chest that Nico feeds. Nico sits straight on the counter and pulls his legs up and sits cross legged on the counter as he pulls out his hairband, and runs his fingers through his hair before pulling it back up without all the flyaways. 

Will moves towards the coffee machine, pours it into two cups, and sets one on the counter beside Nico before making his way to the fridge to grab creamer. Nico’s watching him right now, but there’s no need for talking; there will be talking in a minute. Talking about Will’s schedule for the week, talk of whatever project Nico is working on right now, talk of what they should do for dinner the rest of the week, little sweet nothings, and eventually they’ll make their way to the couch to watch some tv and maybe later in the day they’ll play some sort of game or something as well.

So yeah, maybe "light" and "dark" were polar opposites and some people would have walked out on the word dumbass rather than immediately loving it, but Will liked it- everyday was a game of sorts, a new adventure, all with Nico who he loved. Coming home from work wasn’t necessarily about the place Will lived but knowing Nico would be there for him to see was the point  of going home, home was wherever Nico was and some small part of Will hoped eternity was real in some manner.

Will remembered when Michael had died thinking nothing could possibly get worse, and in some ways he was kind of right; he had ended up with some sort of demigod style fairy tale ending with the man he loved, and that was ten times better than anything fifteen year old Will would have hoped for.

[itsadamcole]

christmas at the strong’s

fem!reader x roderick strong

reader spends Christmas at Roddy's house, surprising him with his present during the gift exchange. little does reader know that Roddy has a surprise of his own as well ...

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: pregnancy, a proposal

— after tomorrow’s imagine, i’m taking a small break from posting until 2021. i’ve posted an imagine (or two) everyday for 25 days and i need a small break. i’ll probably work on requests on my small break —

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You were against the idea of spending Christmas with Roderick at first. There was so much drama between you and his ex at Christmas last year. Now you're kind of friends with Marina but you still didn't like the idea of her being at Christmas, especially with the present that you have planned for Roddy. But she's Troy's mother and both Roddy and Troy want her there.

You wear a long white sweater dress with a turtleneck. The dress falls halfway down your thighs. You wear black thigh high heeled boots. Only a little bit of skin shows on your legs between the dress and the top of the boots. Your hair is tied up in a messy bun on top of your head.

Roddy told you to be at his house by five but you show up a little late. His present is in your hand as the door opens, revealing your boyfriend. He's in his green Undisputed Era Christmas sweater and you have no doubt that he matches Adam, Bobby, and Kyle.

"Oh, look at you," Roderick says. "The prettiest girl at the party has officially arrived."

Troy comes running from behind Roddy yelling, "Y/N! You're here!"

The three-year-old giggles as you carefully pick him up. Roddy asks, "What's in the box?"

You smile and say, "Your Christmas present. You'll get it during the gift exchange."

Roderick smiles and says, "Ooh, a surprise."

"Did you get me anything?" Troy asks.

You smile at Troy and say, "I did, but you have to wait to see it too."

Troy pouts and you kiss his cheek before putting him down. He runs back into the house and Roddy kisses you sweetly. "Merry Christmas, baby," Roderick says. "Dinner's about to be ready so come on in."

Roddy closes the door behind you and you walk into the house. Adam, Kyle, and Bobby all swarm you when they greet you hello. Roderick laughs. "Wow, I was right. You guys are all matching," you say, laughing and looking at the Undisputed Era boys.

Adam says, "Every Christmas." He playfully winks at you. "Britt is in the kitchen with Brandi and Renee if you wanna say hi."

You smile and nod before walking off to the kitchen. Britt Baker, Brandi Rhodes, and Renee Young all stand in the kitchen eating at the kitchen island. They're eating hors d'oeuvres, little finger snacks.

"Hey, girlies," you say.

Britt looks at you and says, "Hey, Y/N. What's going on?"

You shrug and say, "Nothing much. Just, you know, hungry."

Renee laughs and says, "Me too. Jon isn't very happy that I keep eating all the snacks but I have to eat for two now."

Brandi says, "Amen, sister. Cody's not happy with me either."

Both Renee and Brandi are pregnant, and you can't wait until they find out that you are too.

You and Britt both laugh as Roddy calls saying that dinner is ready.

There aren't a lot of people here. Roddy's parents, the Undisputed Era boys, Britt, Brandi and Cody, Renee and Jon Moxley, Troy, Marina, and you.

Speaking of Marina, you greet her and say, "Hey, Marina. You look stunning in that outfit. I love the color of the sweater."

Marina is wearing a dark red almost maroon sweater with black leggings and black knee high boots.

"Thank you, Y/N," she says. "That sweater dress is so cute."

You smile and sit beside Roderick. Spaghetti sits in two bowls, one at the end of each table. There's a tray of meatballs next to the bowls, plus a bowl of salad in the middle of the table with a basket of rolls.

The group eats while making small talk. Troy makes a mess but Marina cleans him up.

After dinner, it's gift exchange time. Everyone exchanges gifts with someone they were assigned, you asked for Roddy and apparently Roddy asked for you too. He hands you a small box that fits in the palm of your hand while you hand him the slightly bigger box that shaped more like a rectangle than a box.

Now you all go around in a circle. Brandi opens her gift from Britt, and she gets a little onesie for Brandi's baby. Britt goes next, opening her gift from Kyle. Kyle got her a pair of wind up dental dams that make the clock noises. Adam goes next and opens his gift from Marina, which is a shot glass with the Undisputed Era symbol on it. Marina opens her gift from Cody, which is a dog toy for Marina's dog.

Now Roderick is up. Troy helps him open the gift you got for Roddy. You wait in anticipation as Roddy opens the box.

His eyes widen and he looks at you. You smile and Adam asks, "Roddy, bro, what is it?"

"It's a positive pregnancy test with an ultrasound picture," Roderick gasps.

Britt looks at you and says, "No way. You're pregnant?"

You say, "Guilty."

The room breaks out into cheers and congratulations. You look back at Roddy and he's beaming. He has a huge smile on his face and he almost runs over to you, hugging you tight.

Roddy kisses you for a second before he says, "We're gonna be parents."

You nod and giggle, "We are."

He says, "I'm, uh, glad I got you your gift. Open it."

The room gets quiet again as you open the present Roddy got for you. You gasp a bit when you see a little black velvet box in your hand.

"Oh my God," someone mumbles as you open the box. A silver engagement ring with a small diamond is inside the box.

You look up at Roddy and say, "You didn't."

He takes the ring out of the box and gets on one knee in front of you, holding the ring out to you. You begin to cry immediately. Stupid hormones.

Roderick says, "I didn't plan this, I swear, but Y/N. I love you. I've loved you for a while. I didn't expect to do this right after you announce that we're having a baby but, will you marry me?"

"Yes," you immediately say. "Yes, Roddy I will marry you."

The room breaks out into cheers and more congratulations as Roddy slides the ring onto your left ring finger and stands back up, kissing you. You smile into the kiss.

Troy asks, "Mommy, is Y/N's baby my brother or sister since daddy is that baby's daddy too?"

Marina says, "Yes, Troy."

Roddy pulls back from the kiss and asks, "So, I had plans to give you your other present later tonight when we're alone-"

"Yes, Roddy, we can still have sex," you say, laughing.

He sighs with relief and says, "Thank God."

You laugh and kiss him again.

Christmas at the Strong's this year has been the best one so far, and you get to spend forever having Christmas with the Strong's.

[lonelysoul029]

Thunder

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Summary: Y/N has always been scared of thunder, so when a storm suddenly hits Hogwarts, she starts to panic. Luckily, her boyfriend knows how to calm her down.

W/C: 1.3k 

Warnings: Draco being a caring boyfriend, smut, some swearing. I think that’s about it.

A/N: My first Draco one shot! This honestly came to me this morning at 4:46 a.m. and I started writing it as soon as I got the idea. My eyes got too heavy to finish it so here we are, 18 hours later. It’s not beta’d so all mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any of the mistakes so that I can edit and fix them. Hope you enjoy!

Lightning almost strikes a player on the quidditch field. Everyone outside immediately run towards the castle. Some students scream when they feel the rain fall on their heads.

The storm came out of nowhere. All the students rush back inside the school, desperate to escape the rain. It’s a good thing they taught students a drying spell. As quickly the rain soaked their robes did the spell dry them up.

“Stupid fucking weather,” Y/N grumbles as she dries herself with the spell when she goes through the giant doors. 

Everyone sits in the Great Hall. Each student being served their favourite dessert as a pick-me-up because of the unexpected weather.

Y/N, however, feels anything but ‘picked up’. She had always hated storms since she was a child. The thunder always roaring too loud, the lightning flashing too quickly and too bright.

The sound of thunder crashes through the walls of Hogwarts, making Y/N jump. She’d barely touched her dessert before she quickly left the Great Hall and went to the safest place she knew; Draco’s dorm.

Draco knows about his girlfriend’s feelings towards storms. After eating dinner, he went to his room to fix it up a bit, knowing Y/N would go straight there. He knows she’ll be a bit shaken up, so he does everything he can to make his room more relaxing for her. He lit the scented candles she likes so much, took her favourite green blanket from his closet and laid it out on his bed, and removed his quidditch sweater from it’s hanger, because it’s ‘the most comfortable fucking sweater in the world’, as Y/N so delicately put it. Soon enough, Y/N bursts through Draco’s door. He immediately runs over to her then picks her up, carrying her bridal-style to lay on the bed. Draco lies down with her, placing her head on his chest.

The sound of his heart beating and the scent of french vanilla calms her almost instantly. She begins to drift off to sleep when another round of thunder and lightning strikes. Y/N jolts up and looks at Draco, completely terrified.

He cups her face, “You’re alright, darling. You’re safe,” Draco’s thumb moving in small circles on her cheek. His grey eyes barely visible in the candlelight stares deep into hers. Their foreheads touch and he says, “What can I do, baby?”

“Distract me,” Y/N whispers. Her tongue peeks out ever so slightly to wet her bottom lip. Draco nods then moves his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. He gently presses his lips against hers, moving slowly.

Draco guides her to lie down, her back flat on the mattress, not breaking away from the kiss. One hand moves up her thigh and under her dress. His fingers playing at the waistband of her underwear. He pulls away slightly, looking into her eyes once again, “Are you sure?” He asks, always letting Y/N know that he will never force anything on her.

Y/N smiles and nods slowly, “I’m sure.” With that, Draco kisses her again, swiftly pulling her lace panties down as he did. He lifts up the hem of her dress, exposing her to him as he trails kisses on her neck and down her still-clothed torso. His lips reach her core, his breath fans over it and Y/N shudders in anticipation. He licks a stripe up her folds, kissing her sensitive nub when he reaches it. “Draco, please,” she says, needing more. Thunder sounds once again, making her jump, but Draco’s arms have her pinned down. He takes this opportunity to push his tongue inside her and she moans out. 

He hums, “You taste so good, baby,” the vibrations of his voice spreading across Y/N’s body. She moves one hand down to grip at his hair while the other grips at the sheets next to her head. The slight pull at his hair makes Draco groan. He slips a finger into her, sliding in with ease because of how wet she is. He curls his finger, hitting the spot he knew so well. She arches her back at the sensation. His tongue circles her clit before he sucks at it lightly. 

“Draco I-I’m close,” she whimpers. He quickens his pace, moving his finger in and out of her in time with each flick of his tongue on her clit. Y/N can feel the coil inside her tighten with each movement. 

“Come for me, darling,” Draco adds another finger and makes the coil snap. Just then, a clash of thunder and lightning erupts in time with Y/N’s loud moans as she comes. Draco slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of her, gently easing her down from her high. When her breathing finally evens out, he removes his fingers from inside her and moves back up the bed so she’s looking up at him. “Are you still scared, love?” he asks her. 

Y/N shakes her head, “No, I feel better. Safer, even,” she smiles up at her boyfriend before leaning up to kiss him. Y/N can taste herself on his tongue but she doesn’t mind. She holds the back of his neck with one hand, while pushing his shoulder gently to flip them over, their lips are still locked. She’s straddling him as she fumbles with his belt. Draco pulls away.

“Baby, what are you doing?” he watches her as she positions herself between his legs.

“Saying thank you,” Y/N grins up at him when she undoes his belt and unbuttons his slacks. She pulls them down a little bit.

Draco chuckles and leans up on his elbows, “You know you don’t have to, sweetheart.” Y/N moves off of the bed to kneel on the floor it, telling Draco to sit on the edge. He does and kicks off his pants while doing so.

“I know,” she slips his boxers down and flings them somewhere behind her, “But I want to.” Draco sighs when her fingers wrap around his girth and she starts to kitten lick at the slit. 

“Shit,” he hisses. Y/N proceeds to wrap her lips around the tip and sucks. Draco closes his eyes in pleasure when she starts moving her head up and down his shaft. Her hand covering what she can’t fit in her mouth. She flattens her tongue and runs it along the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. “Fuck,” Draco moans, “You’re doing so good, baby.”

Y/N hums at the praise which only sends vibrations around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. If the storm is still going on outside, Y/N doesn’t notice, too focused on making her boyfriend cum. She moves her mouth off his length and goes down to lick and suck at his balls. Her hand continues to move up and down his cock, twisting her wrist when she reaches the head; a trick she learned from watching Draco get himself off at the sight of her in the shower one time. 

“Sweetheart, fuck,” Draco looks down at her. His cock now back inside her warm mouth and her big Y/E/C eyes looking up at him through her lashes. He thinks it’s his favourite angle of her. “Baby I’m gonna cum,” he warns. Y/N forces herself to take his cock all the way down. Draco groans as ropes of his cum coats the back of her throat. He’s panting when he finishes, watching his girl swallow his release. “God, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Me?” Y/N stands up and reaches for his sweater on top of the blanket, pulling it over her head, “I’m the one with the most caring boyfriend ever.” She lies down on the bed, patting the space beside her, urging Draco to do the same. “I mean, you lit my favourite candles and distracted me from the storm. I should be the one asking how I deserve you.”

“No matter, darling,” he lays on his side so that they’re facing each other. One hand on her waist, the other gently caressing her cheek. “I’m just glad I’m with you.”

Y/N smiles then kisses the tip of his nose, “I’m glad I’m with you, too, baby.”

[pixie88]

Rory Bear

A/N: Those who play Lovelink know Rory O’Brien. He recently when grey on me, I miss him so decided to do a FF especially for him! He is one hot dad, who looks like Chris Evans. This might be a one shot piece or I might continue I’m not sure yet.  Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged!

Find my other Rory O’Brien FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots.

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 2317

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Rory x MC - Laila

Enjoy!

It's been two days since I've heard from Rory while he was washing his car. I don't want to bother him, I know he's busy with work and Amy. So, I get dressed and take Winnie for a walk. It's a sunny winter's day, we spend an hour in the park playing fetch before I grab a hot chocolate from the food van in the park.

We are nearly home when I hear my phone, I pull it out of my bag and the screen lights up.

*Lovelink - Rory has sent you a message*

[Hi Laila, How are you? I was thinking about our last conversation and I have my answer, but I want to tell you in person.]

I reply once I get inside.

[Hey Rory, I'm fab thanks you? How is Amy? Oh ok, I'm glad you've have come to a conclusion.]

[I'm not great tbh. Amy is fine, she has an art show at school tomorrow night.]

[Oh no, what's wrong? Aww, bless her! Has she made an art piece?]

[I've missed you! I was thinking would you be up for coming? My mom and dad will be there too. So, I understand if it's too much too soon. Yeah, she's done a drawing of you.]

[I can't say I haven't missed you. Oh, are you sure you want me to be there if your parents are? Is this your way of getting me to the art show? Because it's working.]

[Yes, I want you there and so does Amy after you helped her at her dance recital she wanted to do something to say thank you. If it means you'll come then yes haha.]

[Fine, I'll come, but only because I'm curious about this drawing. Plus, I want to see you and Amy! What time does it start?]

[Thank you so much Amy will be so pleased about you coming! It starts at 6 pm but I can come and pick you up at about 5.30 pm?]

[Just Amy? Ok, 5.30 is great. Can't wait to see you both]

[I'm super excited to see you too! Great, I'll see you then.]

(He wants me to meet his parents? Does that mean he's ready to move on? I guess I'll find out tomorrow)

~*~*~*~

The next day I drop Winnie round to my neighbours house. I'm just finishing up. I decided on a blue blouse undone slightly and black jeans with knee-high boots.

Ding Dong!

He's here! I open the door, Rory smiles "Laila, you look beautiful!"

"Thank you! You look handsome yourself. Ready to go?" I ask.

"Aww, thanks. Yeah, Amy is in the car"

"Great, let's go!" We walk over to the car and Amy smiles brightly at me as we approached the car.

Rory opens the door for me "Such a gentleman"

He smiles "Only the best for you" 

He seems different from the past two dates lighter and more confident. He closes the door.

"Hey, Amy how are you?"

"I'm ok thanks. Are you?"

Rory gets into the car.

"I'm great thanks Amy" Rory starts the engine. It's not long before we arrive at the school.

When we get inside, Rory waves at an elderly couple I'm guessing are his parents. They make their way over to us "Rory, Amy and who might this be" the elderly lady says.

"Mom, Dad this is Laila. She's my date, Laila and Laila this is my mother Philippa and my father, Albert"

"Hi, nice to meet you both!"

"Rory you didn't tell us you were dating again! I'm so happy for you" Philippa says.

"She's beautiful too," Albert says.

"She is," Rory gives me a look that sends butterfly's through my body.

I smile.

"Laila, come on I want to show you my drawing!"

Amy grabs my hand and leads me to her drawing "Amy, this is beautiful!"

"I added Dad on to it. The love heart is you two falling in love"

"Oh wow! What's the rainbow for?"

She smiles "Nothing, I just wanted to add a rainbow"

"Oh ok! Well, it's better than any rainbow I have ever drawn!" We laugh as Rory and his parents appear behind us.

"Do you like it, Daddy?"

"Amy it's amazing, but I thought you said it was a drawing of Laila?"

"It is! There is Laila and there is you and that is you falling in love!" Rory blushes.

We look round at all the other art pieces Rory comes up behind me as I'm looking at a paper mache volcano. I feel his breath on the back of my neck "Are you ok?"

I turn "Hey, Yeah I'm fine you?"

"Laila, I'm sorry about Amy's picture"

"It's cute," I smile at him.

"Well, we have 5 minutes to ourselves can we talk?" he asks.

"Sure"

"On our last date you said you didn't think I was ready to move on," he says.

"I did and I also said you needed to think about what you wanted"

"Yes, you did," he says.

"So, Rory have you figured it out?"

"I did...Laila, I've had a long hard think about it and I'm ready! My walls are coming down for you!" He gives me a cheeky grin.

"Are you sure? I don't want to push you into something you aren't ready for!"

"Laila, I'm one hundred percent positive" His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me in tight.

I giggle "Rory!" I wrap my arms around him "You're like a bear! Rory bear!"

He laughs "Is that my new pet name?"

"It will be!" I laugh.

We de-tangle ourselves from each other Amy runs over excited "Laila, Daddy come on they're announcing the winners" she drags us over to where her teacher is on stage.

"Evening, parents and students I am proud to announce the winners from Falcon class. Third place goes to Isla Johnson. Well done Isla!"

We clap little Isla as she steps on stage to accept her award.

"Second place goes to Amy O'Brien, Well done Amy!"

Amy's face lights up as she turns to us "Yes! I got second place!!"

"Well done Amy!" Rory beams at her.

"Go claim your award! Amy!" Albert tells her.

She runs on stage and accepts her award. She comes back off stage, and we don't even hear who wins first place.

"This calls for a celebration! Why don't Grandad and I take you out for dinner sweetpea?" Philippa asks.

"Yes, please!" she turns to Rory.

"Daddy, can I go? Please?" Amy asks.

"Aren't Laila and I invited?"

She laughs "Daddy, you and Laila should have some time together!"

"Yeah, we'll watch Amy for a few hours. You two go and enjoy yourselves" Albert offers.

Rory looks at me with a look I have never seen from him before "Are you sure?" he asks.

"Of course! We love any chance to spoil our grandchild" Philippa says.

"Ok, but make sure you behave for Nanna and Grandad. OK?"

Amy smiles "Deal! Bye, Daddy!"

"Bye, sweetheart!"

Amy takes her grandparents' hands and leads them toward the exit.

Rory turns to me "Do you want to come back to mine? I could cook us dinner?"

"Ok, sounds perfect!"

We make our way to his car, and he opens the door for me "Thank you!"

He winks, closes the door, and gets into the driver's seat "Amy likes you"

I smile at him "She's a lovely kid! You did a brilliant job!"

He blushes "Thank you, Laila. You know when her Mom died, I thought how am I going to do this by myself and get it right?"

I take his hand "Well, you smashed it!"

He lifts my hand to his lips and places a small kiss against my knuckles.

10 minutes later we pull up to his house, he comes round to my side of the car and opens the door "You know I will expect you to open every door I go to walk through now" I laugh.

"It would be my pleasure!" He winks. He takes my hand and entwines his fingers through mine as he leads me to the house.

He unlocks the door and I step inside with Rory close behind as soon as the door shuts, he presses me against the wall his lips claim mine.

His kiss is full of passion, want, and desire. I'm pressed against the hard wall and his muscular body. I wrap my arms around him, his hands come under my thighs, and he lifts me up.

He starts grinding against my core "Rory" I feel he's stiff against me.

He moves us away from the wall, his lips never leaving mine. He guides us upstairs, kicks open a door and we fall onto his bed. He pulls away a little "Laila, I want you! I'm ready"

I giggle, "I kinda figured that"

His eyes are alight with desire "If you don't want this..."

I cut him off, he gets the hint. He moves from my lips and down to my neck and back up to my ear, his lips brush against it "You're so beautiful!" his hands start to unbutton my blouse his lips feather kisses against my chest.

I push off his suit jacket, pull his sweater vest up over his head and I grab his tie and pull him down towards my lips. He groans as his hand dips into my jeans, he brushes against me and I can't help arch off the bed. I yank his tie off and begin to unbutton his shirt.

I become breathless at the sight of his toned body. I flip us, crash my lips to his and work my way down his breathing shudders as I pepper kiss over his chest down to his abs "Laila!" I unbuckle his belt and he shifts helping me get him out of them.

I trail kisses up his inner thigh I pull him free of his boxers. He's hard I take him in my hand and circle around the tip he bucks up "Ah, ah, ah! Rory bear!"

He hisses in frustration "Christ...Laila!"

I work my mouth against him. His hand tangles into my hair moving me to his rhythm.

"Laila, you have to stop," he pulls me up onto the bed next to him, he moves to hover over me. He pulls off my boots and jeans in one swift manner.

His tongue invades my mouth, his taste still lingering there. His lips kiss along my purse line, my collarbone to my breast he unclips my bra and tosses it to the floor.

His lips cover my nipple "Crap Rory!" He moves to my tummy nipping as he goes definitely hard enough to leave bite marks. His hands pull at the waistband of my underwear until they are gone. He pulls a silver packet out of the bedside cabinet draw.

"Laila, it's been a while so I might be a little rusty" he lifts my legs his mouth finds my centre.

He moves my folds apart with his tongue I cry out unable to hold back a moan "Rory bear, you definitely have......not forgot how to do that!" I clutch his hair and move my hips wanting more.

He works against my clit "Nice to know I haven't lost my touch!" He doubles his efforts I'm barely holding on!

I pull him up to my lips he pulls away enough our lips aren't touching, but his forehead is against mine "Laila, are you sure this is what you want? Me? Everything that comes with me?"

"Yes! I want all of you!" This is all he needs to hear.

He rips the foil packet open with his teeth and rolls the condom on. He brushes his stiffened member against me and pushes past my entrance filling me. His lips forcefully captures mine, he groans. Each thrust he draws out slowly then thrust back fast and hard, I can't get enough of him!

My nails dig into his back, he hisses "God Laila!" His lips move to my pulse line every nerve ending feels electrified with each thrust, touch, kiss I can barely hold back a moan. I flip us both to his surprise "Whoa!" He screams.

"I need a bit of control too!" I start to move my hips riding him.

"By all....means I'm.....willing to....let....you take ohh god....the reins!" He struggles to get his words out.

His hands grasp my hips, and he bucks to match my rhythm "Ooooh Rory bear!"

He smirks "You know I love....this neeew pet name!" He groans.

He sits up placing his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me to his lips. He catches my lip between his teeth as he pulls me tight against his bare chest, "I can't..."

His lips brush against my ear "Let go, Laila! I'm barely holding on myself!" This is all it takes to send me falling over the edge. Rory shudders as he finds his own climax.

We are both panting barely catching our breath. He smiles up at me "Laila, that was...wow just wow!"

I smile "It was amazing!"

He pulls me into a soft kiss we are interrupted by the sound of his phone.

I collapse onto the bed next to him while he reaches for it. He reads the message "Everything OK?" I ask.

He turns to me with a cheeky smile "Just my Mom, she's going to have Amy for the night!"

"Oh?"

He lay next to me "You know what that means?" He smirks.

I try to hide a smile (I know exactly what it means by the smile on his face) "What does it mean?"

"Round 2" he pulls me onto him.

"HEY! You promised to cook me dinner!"

He smirks "We'll order in...After!"

He starts laying kisses along my pulse line, and we get lost in each other embrace again.

I’m tagging you because I know your a Lovelink fan lovely @khoicesbyk​

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 53 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Well darlings, this version of the story has officially hit 200K words! How time flies…Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Lots of food and bonding (and flirting).

On today’s episode of The Thanksgiving Chronicles: Bianca finds herself with a very eager partner, and Adore does her best to hold out hope. (Thanksgiving Chronicles 4 of ??)

***

It took Bianca’s booze-soaked brain a moment to catch up to what was going on, during which Courtney had quickly begun shedding her outerwear and tossing it to the ground. When she went in for another kiss, Bianca took her by the shoulders, stopping her to ask, “Are you sure this is what you want?

“Yes.” Courtney whipped off her sweater, revealing her small, perfect breasts, nipples temptingly hard and thrusting forward.

“Because there’s a lot of reasons why it’s a very bad…” Bianca swallowed as Courtney wrapped her arms around her waist once more, the scent of her intoxicating as summer. “...idea.”

“Uh huh.”

Bianca felt a hand tug at the sash of her blouse, and knew she was about to surrender, but before she did, she cupped Courtney’s face with her hands and looked into her eyes.

“I need to know that I’m not just...taking advantage of a weak moment here. That you really-”

“I want you,” Courtney said, a desperate edge to her voice. “Please. Please please-”

Finally feeling secure that this was maybe not the worst idea of the century, Bianca cut her off with another kiss. As it deepened, tongues tangling together, Courtney unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, now standing there in just rose-colored lace panties and a pair of knee-high black boots. Bianca guided her backwards to the stairs, laying her down, entirely addicted to the taste of her.

She forced herself to pull back for a second, just to take in how absolutely smoking hot she was, splayed out on the steps, before yanking off her boots, fingers trailing up her thighs.

“Is this okay?” Bianca asked, kneeling over her as she pressed kisses along her jaw.

Courtney nodded vigorously. “Yes, keep going.”

Bianca sucked a row of soft kisses into the side of her neck, down her collarbone and between her breasts. Courtney arched up, moaning loudly, hands running up her body to her hair, thrashing wildly. Bianca paused, gripping the banister with one hand, but the display continued. Until she must have realized that Bianca wasn’t even touching her, and cracked one eye open.

“Why’d you stop?”

Bianca cleared her throat. “Listen. You can knock it off with the porn star act.”

Courtney’s mouth opened. “What?!”

“I just mean…you know, I sort of know my way around a woman’s body and you weren’t…” She trailed off at Courtney’s wounded-puppy expression, realizing that her bluntness was not being received very well, per usual. “Okay, let’s try this another way. I’m not a frat boy. You don’t have to put on a show for me–”

“I wasn’t–”

“Baby. Please. I’ve made a lot of women come. A lot. And it doesn’t happen like that.”

“I just thought–”

“Well, stop thinking. Just relax, okay? Or…try.”

“I...I just wanted you to know that I liked what you were doing.” Courtney’s cheeks were now bright red, face distraught.

“Hey…” Bianca placed a hand against her quivering thigh. “Let’s try something else. Why don’t you just...tell me what you like? What you want?”

“I...don’t know,” she admitted, leaning her head back against the step, looking defeated and ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Don’t be sorry.” Bianca felt a rush of guilt--the last thing she wanted was to make her feel bad, but she knew she’d never get honest reactions as long as those theatrics were involved. She shook her head, knowing that they needed a reset. “Listen, um...I thought this whole stair thing would be sexy, but I’m fucking 40 and my knees are killing me.”

At that, Courtney let out a little giggle, reaching out to stroke Bianca’s cheek. “Aww…”

“So what do you say we go upstairs, get extremely comfortable...and figure out what you like together?”

“Yeah?” Courtney asked, lifting her head.

“Yeah. If that sounds good to you-”

“God, yes.”

***

Courtney had been inside Bianca’s room earlier in the day, during Adore’s confusing house tour, taking her in and out of more rooms than she could count. She’d wondered, briefly, what Bianca’s bed would feel like. She knew that she liked nice things...would the mattress be soft? Would the sheets feel silky against her skin?

It was better than she could have imagined. She lay on her back on what felt like a cloud, supported by the two pillows Bianca had placed carefully behind her, watching Bianca’s face in the flickering candlelight, determined to stay in the moment as fingers danced up her ribcage, circling her hardened nipples.

“Do you like this?”

“Uh huh.”

“What about this?” Bianca’s lips brushed against her nipple.

“Yeah-oh!” Courtney inhaled sharply as a warm tongue began to circle her nipple. She gripped the luxurious sheets in her hands, hips beginning to roll of their own accord, rutting against Bianca’s firm thigh. When Bianca moved to her other breast, sucking harder on her nipple, nibbling gently with her teeth, Courtney let out a choked whimper. The ache inside her was growing, becoming almost unbearable. She let go of the sheets and pushed her panties down frantically.

Bianca looked up, one hand moving to her hip, and asked, “You want these off?”

“Yes!” Courtney nodded.

“Okay…” Bianca began to slide her panties down the rest of the way, torturously slow in spite of Courtney’s pathetic whimpering...or maybe because of it. She placed a kiss just inside her knee, spreading her thighs. “Is this good?” she asked, plush mouth moving higher up her thigh.

“Yes, keep...keep going!”

Courtney was suddenly very thankful that Bianca had taken down her elaborate updo, because she would definitely have destroyed it as she threaded her hands into her hair, gripping it tight. Her eyes were squeezed shut as Bianca’s lips traveled up, up, finally brushing against her clit, soft as a feather, before pulling away, letting Courtney feel her warm breath.

“And this...do you want me to-”

“Ugh!” Courtney strained upwards, frantic and indecipherable agreement falling from her lips, words failing her.

Finally, after a chuckle that might have offended her if she was more with it, Bianca began to lick her, slowly and deliberately. Courtney really thought she might die. She’d never been this turned on in her life. But suddenly, she realized what was happening to her body and stiffened self-consciously, gulping for air as Bianca immediately stopped what she was doing. Courtney tried to speak but nothing came out. “I...I…”

“What is it, baby? Are you okay?”

“I’m just...I’m so…”

“Tell me.” Bianca’s palms were warm on her thighs, thumbs stroking her lightly as she raised her face to listen.

“I’m not usually this…” Courtney’s chest heaved, goosebumps prickling her skin, “...this wet.”

“Oh no?” Bianca smirked up at her. “Well, let’s see if we can do better than usually, huh?”

Her amused smile assured Courtney that nothing was wrong, that this was okay, and she nodded, falling backwards again, eyes closed, aware of nothing but Bianca’s hands on her, her mouth back to work. She lost track of time and space, pushing up against Bianca’s face, her velvety tongue and plush lips. And then suddenly the universe exploded behind her eyes. Her entire body was wracked with ecstasy. It was thrilling and terrifying and every cell felt alive with electricity.

And just when she was about to catch her breath, she was knocked over by another wave, drowning in it, plugged into a primal source of energy. And then she knew why people yelled for god. This was god. Bianca was god.

Oh, god.

Shaking and whimpering, she was then wrapped into a warm embrace. She clung to Bianca, clawing at her shoulders as a palm was pressed to her, helping her through another round. She could hear Bianca whispering to her, hot breath tickling her ear, but had no awareness of what she was saying. There was no sound where she was. Only white-hot light and this feeling, this magical feeling, again and again, until she was so wrung out that she went limp.

Courtney’s eyes opened slowly, body still trembling. She looked up at Bianca, eyes liquid.

“Hi,” Bianca said to her with a flash of dimples, holding her close.

Courtney nodded and pressed her face into Bianca’s neck, slightly embarrassed. What the fuck just happened to her?

“How do you feel, baby?” Bianca whispered into her hair, her body comfortingly close.

Courtney opened her mouth but no sound came out, just a soft sigh, breath hitching. Bianca tilted her chin up, kissed her sweaty temples and the corners of her mouth.

“Are you okay?”

“I feel...like a fucking moron…”

“Why’s that?” Bianca asked, brow creasing.

“Well...I’ve been sleeping with men since I was 16. Why was I doing that?”

Biacna laughed, pressed a kiss to her forehead before saying, “So, you’re glad we did it?”

“Yeahhh,” Courtney sighed, curling against Bianca’s warm body, still having great difficulty forming words. “I...I um...I’ve never…never...”

“Never what, angel?”

“I...thought...I’d had plenty of...um…”

Bianca lifted her head, stroking Courtney’s reddened cheeks, suppressing a grin as she looked into her still-glazed eyes.

“Orgasms?”

“Uh huh. But I...fuck…”

“You are so fucking cute…”

“You think?” Courtney asked sleepily.

Courtney sighed again, arms tightening, feeling warm and sated. The last thing she heard before she drifted off to sleep was Bianca’s voice, low and scratchy, saying, “Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

***

Most people would find it hard to believe, considering how loud and friendly and boisterous he was, but the hard truth was that Trixie was an introvert. His favorite kind of night was just curled in bed with Katya, chatting or watching TV, or playing a video game with Pearl while Katya worked on some wonderful craft project.

However, he did love the holidays, and having a party once in awhile was fun… Especially if it meant getting to enjoy the next-level upscale version of Katya’s cooking. She’d truly outdone herself today, shooing them all out of the kitchen once all the prep work was done to concentrate on her creations, beautiful little bite-sized versions of Thanksgiving food that were as aesthetically pleasing as they were delicious. Adorable turkey pot pie tartlets filled with cranberry sauce, cornbread stuffing, and a drizzle of gravy. A wonton spoon with a layer of caramelized onions and mushrooms, some still-crunchy green beans in a sunburst pattern, and a piped swirl of mashed regular and sweet potato. Crispy little brussel sprout sliders with a tiny fried potato “burger” and a roasted carrot coin (the purple ones that he’d finally gotten Max to buy after much wheedling). And best of all, they were so small, so he didn’t have to feel bad stuffing his face with 30...or 40.

And, he supposed, the company was nice too. Kim, Max and Ivy were in the middle of a very intense game of Scrabble while Ivy’s boyfriend chatted with Alexis, Shangela sitting on the fire escape with Pearl smoking what Trixie was fairly certain wasn’t tobacco--and Katya flitted around attending to everyone’s needs until a song she liked came up on the playlist, during which she’d stop and dance like a maniac. Truly the perfect hostess.

When the doorbell rang, he found himself closest, so he swallowed the mini butter-glazed corn muffin in his mouth and went to open it, surprised when he saw who it was.

“Oh, hi!” he said, trying not to let his internal groan of ‘Oh no, not this again’ show--after all, it wasn’t Adore’s fault that Pearl had put her through the ringer. “Um, can I take your jacket?”

“Adore! Welcome!” Katya exclaimed, running over to give the girl a hug, clearly doing a better job than him of faking it. She gestured to a bouquet in Adore’s hands, saying “Those are so pretty! Are they for Pearl?”

“No, they’re for you,” Adore said, handing them over and then removing her leather jacket. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

“Really?!” Katya exclaimed, face lighting up like a kid at Christmas.

“Of course,” Adore said with a grin. “I know she didn’t cook a damn thing today.”

Katya giggled, taking the flowers.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Pearl cut in, sauntering over with a drink in her hand. “Were you slaving away in the kitchen cooking all day?”

“No, I didn’t cook a damn thing either,” Adore laughed.

“I did peel the potatoes, you know.”

“She did,” Trixie affirmed as he took Adore’s jacket and purse from her hands.

“And did a wonderful job,” Katya added, patting her on the back.

“And I made the cocktail…” Pearl held up the drink, offering it to Adore. “It’s good, have some.”

“Heeey! I made cocktails too!” Adore said, giving Pearl a high five before taking the glass.

They giggled together, Pearl then leaning over to give Adore a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course. Thanks for the invite.”

Trixie looked back and forth between them, a flicker of hope that maybe they’d work it out lighting up as he watched Pearl lead Adore over to the sofa. Until, of course, Katya leaned in, slipping her arms around his waist and murmuring, “Have you ever seen a car accident in slow motion?”

“Oy.”

***

Bianca trailed her fingers through Courtney’s tousled hair and down her bare back, watching her eyelids flutter. She’d been drifting in and out of sleep, her head pleasantly heavy on Bianca’s chest, one leg flung over Bianca’s own thigh.

“Mmm…” Courtney stirred, yawning. “Sorry I fell asleep.”

“You’re allowed to sleep.” Bianca kissed the crown of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“And your bed is just so…” Courtney let out a happy little sigh, and Bianca laughed.

“I know, right? Finest memory foam on the market.”

“But if you want me to take off, I can. I know I might be overstaying my welcome.” Courtney bit her lip.

“Do you think I want you to leave?” Bianca asked. She brought one of Courtney’s hands to her lips, gently kissed her fingers.

“I...don’t know. I didn’t want to assume-”

“Do you feel unwelcome?” she leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her lips.

“No, but-”

Bianca tilted her chin up to kiss her again. “Unappreciated?”

“Definitely not,” Courtney said, eyes falling closed as Bianca’s lips made their way along her jaw to her pulse point.

“I’m glad you’re here. I hope you’ll spend the night,” Bianca said, looking up into her eyes, and a smile immediately brightened Courtney’s face as she nodded.

“Sounds great.”

As Courtney shifted her weight on top of Bianca, she found herself gazing up at her, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, fingers grazing her soft cheek. She really was so fucking beautiful.

“You know…” Courtney began, a thoughtful expression on her face. “...you have the best tits I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Bianca laughed, reaching out to pinch her thigh. “Oh yeah? And how many tits have you seen?”

“Well…”

A faint, rosy blush began to creep into her cheeks and Bianca grinned, flipping her onto her back, eliciting a delighted little squeal.

***

Adore had really tried to manage her expectations today. She knew that just because Pearl wanted to talk didn’t mean that she wanted to get back together. That maybe this was more of a peace offering, a desire to be friends. And besides, she wasn’t even totally sure she would want to get back together. After all, they had possibly unsolvable issues and Pearl had hurt her so badly last time they were together.

That said, she had gone home to change and primp a bit, redoing her makeup and swapping out her ripped shorts for a cute little skirt, and maybe more importantly changing her gray boxer briefs for a pair of sheer black panties. Just in case.

She was unprepared for Pearl to be so sweet, too--bringing her drinks and snacks, telling her she looked beautiful, leaning in to whisper shady, gossipy little comments about some of her Galactica coworkers, making Adore giggle like a schoolgirl every time those lips grazed her ear.

So by the time she touched Adore on the lower back and suggested that they could go into her room to talk in private, all of Adore’s managed expectations had gone out the window, finding herself hooked once again.

Pearl moved some coats aside to make room for them on the bed while Adore took off her shoes, climbing up to take a seat beside her, attempting to cross her ankles in a ladylike manner.

“Have you been alright?” Pearl asked.

“Yeah...I’ve been alright.” Adore looked at her, into her earnest blue eyes, stomach flipping.

“I feel really shitty about our last conversation. That wasn’t...how I wanted things to end.”

“Yeah.”

“Also...sorry,” Pearl paused, a smile on her lips as she touched Adore’s hand and said, “You really look amazing. I love this whole vibe.”

Adore turned her hand, palm facing up, and said, “It’s not just the outside clothes.”

“Oh no?” Pearl tilted her head curiously, letting Adore lace their fingers together.

“Wanna see?” Adore asked softly.

Pearl cleared her throat, hesitating for a second, and Adore could see that she was conflicted.

“Look, I know we have things to talk about. But...I missed you.”

“Yeah,” Pearl nodded. “I missed you too.”

“What did you miss?” Adore asked, popping open the bottom snap on her denim skirt, then the next one.

She could see Pearl’s eyes following her fingers, and she continued to undo the snaps, finally letting the sheer panties show. Pearl reached over and ran her finger along the edge.

“What did you miss?” Adore asked again, voice softer now, thighs spreading.

Pearl looked up, darkened eyes meeting hers. “I missed...how warm your skin is. How you’re always…”

Adore closed her eyes as Pearl’s fingers slipped under her panties.

“Always ready.” The last word was breathed right into Adore’s ear, and that was all it took for her to submit completely, whimpers falling from her lips like prayers.

There was so much between them worth saving. So much heat that Adore rarely felt with anyone. She bit her lip, head lolling on the pillow as Pearl worked her fingers into her pussy, stroking her exactly the way she liked.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” Adore said simply, already lost in that dreamy state that Pearl’s skilled fingers always managed to bring out.

***

“Hey, Rave?” Raja watched as her brother looked in the rearview mirror, calling out to her fiancée. “Do you mind checking if Violet is covered up?”

“Oh, yeah. No problem.” Raven smiled, reaching over to make sure Violet’s jacket was covering her, her head resting against the window, her mouth slightly open as she was fully asleep. “She’s fine.”

“Good.” Sutan focused back on the road, while Raven sunk back in her seat, her phone in hand.

They were on their way back from Long Island, Sutan behind the wheel while Raja was in the front next to him, a gigantic cooler in the trunk with the food their mom had forced them to take home. There were several other cars on the road, so it was slow traveling, but Raja didn’t mind it, the darkness, the lights and the quiet music from the radio making her feel content and relaxed.

[Do you mind topping me up?]

Raja smiled as Sutan titled his head towards his cup, Murni preparing a gigantic flower flask of tea for them.

[Sure.] Raja took it, pouring another cup for Sutan, and one for herself, Raven so caught up in her phone or so full of food that she didn’t ask for one. [You could have let me drive.]

It was technically Raja’s car, but they had never not shared anything, a second set of keys dangling from Sutan’s keychains, while Raja wasn’t even sure if Raven had a pair.

[And risk your janky driving?] Sutan chuckled, raising an eyebrow. [No thanks.]

[Hey!] Raja knocked her knuckles against his knees. [I’m a great driver.]

She was, she just happened to think of speed limits more as guidelines than actual rules you necessarily had to follow.

[You can drive next time we go upstate.]

[Please.] Raja snorted. She knew very well that Sutan was only letting her drive upstate because he was willing to risk a speeding ticket over being late when Fame was involved, the scolding they had gotten that one time they hadn’t been on time for a weekend at the farm still something he talked about.

Sutan’s eyes flickered, and Raja saw him look in the rearview mirror again, checking up on Violet.

[You know.] Raja lowered her voice. It wasn’t technically necessary, since Raven didn’t understand Indonesian, but it felt right. [You really care about her.]

[Mmh.] Sutan bit his lip, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

[It’s not a criticism.] Raja waited a beat, making sure that her twin took it in, that he heard what she was actually saying to him. It was one of the only downsides to knowing each other so very well, to be so close that any pointed remarks always hit the most vulnerable part. [It’s just different.]

[Because I grew a spine?]

[Don’t say that.] It wasn’t exactly a secret that Raja had never really hit it off with Kahmora, who had never bothered to hide how much she didn’t like her, but in the end, it was Raja who had gotten the last laugh.

Kahmora had crashed and burned from pushing Sutan too hard too fast, going a thousand miles an hour simply because Sutan didn’t say stop to her face until it was way too late, her brother's good natured spirit often meaning he went with the flow long after he should have swam to shore.

[It suits you to take charge.]

“Oh fuck off.” Sutan laughed, flipping Raja off with a gigantic smile on his face.

***

“Well...fuck…” Adore sighed, and Pearl laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She’d been at her most generous tonight, lavishing Adore with praise and physical affection, making sure she knew that she wasn’t just some trick whose time had run out.

Pearl was used to feeling a bit guilty when she broke things off with someone--but she wasn’t used to it lingering so much. It wasn’t just Katya’s silent judgment, or Fame’s not so silent disapproval, it was that in her own way, she’d really cared for Adore. She wasn’t used to that part, either.

“Worth skipping out on your sister early?” Pearl asked.

“Hell yeah.”

They grinned at each other, and Pearl felt her stomach settle for the first time since that awful fight on the bridge. When she knew she’d said absolutely the wrongest thing she could’ve...most of all because it had been true.

“You really are amazing, you know that?” Pearl asked.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Are you sure? I was pretty sure you’d hate me forever.”

“Nahhh…”

“So…” Pearl cleared her throat. If any time was right, it would be now. “I’m really glad we did this. I’m glad things are cool between us.”

“Mmhmmm.”

“I mean, the last thing I want when I see you around is for either one of us to feel shitty, you know?”

Adore’s brow furrowed as she sat up, pale turquoise hair spilling over her shoulders. “When you see me around? What do you mean?”

“I’m just...I really like you, and I want us to be friends.” Pearl stood up, stretching her arms. “Oh! Also, I wanted to make sure to give you this.”

She retrieved the box from her dresser and set it down on the bed. Adore looked inside, then back up at Pearl, the strangest expression on her face.

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s just some stuff you left here. I thought you’d want it.”

Adore shook her head. “But...we just...we just got back together.”

Pearl blinked at her for a moment.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“We...that’s what you thought that was?”

“Well, what did you think it was?” Adore asked, voice breaking as if she already knew the answer, hands moving to cover her tits.

Pearl swallowed. She wanted to be kind, considerate, all the things she’d promised herself she was deep down. “Well I...kind of...thought it was like...a goodbye. As girlfriends, I mean.”

There was a long, awkward silence as Adore stared at her, unblinking, unmoving, and Pearl could feel herself shrinking into her skin. She’d fucked up, badly. Once again. That was clear. But how was she supposed to know that Adore would even want to consider getting back together after everything that had happened?

“Um…” Pearl didn’t know what to say. She was destined, it seemed, to always be the bad guy.

Adore brushed away the tear that was making its way down her cheek, and began to quickly pull her clothes back on.

“Adore...I just thought we need some closure-”

“Well, that’s great. Consider this closed, then,” Adore snapped, shoving one arm into her jacket and then picking up her purse, throwing it into the box and snatching it off the bed. “Goodbye, Pearl.”

[beca-mitchell]

wish i could pretend i didn't need you (2/?)

Summary: Beca Mitchell is born into a life of organized crime, directionless and despondent. Then she meets Chloe Beale.

Chapter Summary: One week later, Beca and Chloe go on their "first" date.

Word Count: 3,564

Chapter title from "What Am I" by Why Don't We.

Read below. AO3 Link under the cut.

“Beca, piano is about precision, of course. But also...a delicate touch. Precision and gentleness all at once. Watch.”

Beca watches carefully, eyes trained on the keys her mother presses. Very intently, she tracks each motion, making sure to memorize the melody.

“Understand?” her mother asks, lifting a hand to sweep a strand of Beca’s hair behind her ear.

Beca furrows her brow in concentration before she places her hands on the keys and mimics exactly what her mother had down, copying the melody precisely. When she finishes, she beams up at her mother who smiles at her with pride and a little bit of another, then-unidentifiable emotion.

* * * * *

 Beca glances at her phone for the tenth time since she reached the corner of the block she had agreed to meet Chloe at.

Radio silence from her father. He must be in a good mood. Better for Beca if he is. She has been riding a wave of being nervous over her first date with Chloe. Chloe Beale, a twenty-seven year-old vet with a heart of gold and a devastating smile.

The whole date thing—that pretty much came out of nowhere, smashing into Beca with the force of a thousand sledgehammers. Any ensuing breathlessness, however, turned out to be breathless excitement and anticipation. She wasn’t...opposed to going on a date. She wasn’t opposed to seeing Chloe again, despite telling herself that she was just attracted to Chloe on a physical level and only that.

After that first night—that first morning—they had exchanged numbers, content on simply staying in touch—at least Beca is sure that was how she had phrased it. She had caught the lingering dash of disappointment on Chloe’s face as she had slowly slid from the bed. Whatever had caused her to partake in her next actions, well she totally blamed her lingering hangover (nonexistent hangover), but she had kissed Chloe again.

It was just...that time of year, she told herself. Continues to tell herself.

“Stupid,” she mutters to herself, now absentmindedly tapping through her phone. Her last text from Chloe—a cheerful On my way!—stares innocently back at her. Is she dating this woman now? Are they girlfriends? Is there—should Beca have brought flowers?

Huge oversights everywhere. Red flags everywhere. Beca runs through all the possible options in her mind, thoughts of her father so far out of her mind.

Ultimately, worst case scenario: Beca had, quite simply put, been unable to resist Chloe Beale that night and she had found that she needed the company more than anything. She rarely found connections with other people, let alone strangers. It was something ingrained in her from the beginning—something that had been impressed upon her as a child, then as a teenager, and continuously as an adult.

Don’t become attached.

“I hope I’m not late.”

Beca startles, quickly putting her phone away as she turns to greet Chloe. She stops—freezes—and for once, finds her mind going blank. No thoughts about her calendar. No thoughts about missed phone calls. No thoughts about missed shipments. No thoughts about her father, obligations, or meetings.

Just one thought: “Chloe, hi. Wow. Hi.”

Chloe’s hair, carefully curled and flowing over her shoulders, ruffles in the wind. She is wearing a denim jacket over a black shirt and black jeans which Beca can tell hug her hips and thighs beautifully. Somehow, despite the simplicity, Beca feels underdressed in her own nice sweater and jeans.

“That’s a good wow, right?” Chloe’s voice holds a teasing lilt to it, like she knows exactly why Beca is so flustered. She probably does, Beca muses. Beca wonders if they can kiss—wonders why she has all kinds of knowledge about various weapons, business transactions, and how to get the deal she wants, but none—well, hardly any knowledge—about how to handle a normal first date with a beautiful woman.

She goes with the first thing on her mind.

“You’re…” Beca swallows, eyes tracking down Chloe’s body. “You’re beautiful.”

“I…” Chloe blushes, shy for once under Beca’s gaze. “Thank you.” Beca holds her breath, wondering if Chloe will kiss her; wondering if that would be odd. Chloe smiles, leaning in to press a kiss against her lips, allowing a brief moment of indulgence when Beca’s tongue sweeps across her lower lip, almost politely. It makes Chloe giggle, causing her to draw back to Beca’s disappointment.

“What?” Beca asks. She licks her lips unconsciously, taking a step back. It is so different seeing Chloe like this in the drifting sunset and on a public walkway, without the shadow of night and alcohol, all tangled up in their bedsheets. “Did I do something?”

“Nothing,” Chloe promises, reaching out to gently tuck a curl behind Beca’s ear. “You’re just a lot more shy today, considering what we did last week.”

Beca laughs, a breathless sound, tilting her body slightly so she can face away from Chloe just enough to hide the blush rising on her face. She can hardly compartmentalize the sensation that flows through her then. The ease she feels with this interaction—Chloe is hardly somebody she would consider a confidante. More likely to be a liability if anything. A danger to herself if she were to ever get too wrapped up in Beca’s life.

The thought makes Beca swallow. Too much thinking about the future. Too much thinking about a guaranteed future with a woman she slept with once.

A woman with whom she is about to embark on a date.

A first date with somebody who has no idea who she is.

“Beca?” Chloe’s voice comes back into Beca’s depth. “If that is your name. Beca Mitchell,” she drawls.

“Sorry, what?” Beca asks quickly.

“Nothing you just…got all quiet and shy. I was just kidding.” Chloe beams at her, holding out a hand. “Want to get going then?”

“Oh, um.” Beca smiles, reaching out to hold Chloe’s hand, resisting the urge to shiver at how warm and soft Chloe’s hand feels in her own. “Let���s. And yes, my name is Beca, you weirdo.”

“Are you okay with going to Victor’s?”

Beca blinks in surprise at the mention of one of the restaurants where her family frequently conducts business. “Oh, um—”

“I just heard it had good reviews, and it’s close.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been there. It’s fine.” Beca doesn’t think much of it. She hasn’t been there often enough and never really for business in a high profile sense. She’s sure it’ll be a relatively easy-to-handle situation.

She’s on a date. She knows she isn’t working. She knows that her father knows that. But still, she misses what Chloe says in response, too focused on the logistics that have momentarily flooded her mind.

“Hey,” Chloe says quietly, stopping them in their tracks. She tugs on Beca’s hand expectantly. Beca swallows, looking up into Chloe’s eyes as Chloe is seemingly unaware of the people having to walk around them on the sidewalk, grumbling all the while. “I’m glad I get to see you again.”

Beca finds that she has only the urge to tell Chloe the truth—to be honest and open with this woman. It is different. Refreshing. “Me too,” she replies, smiling again when Chloe leans in to kiss her again, soft lips tender and gentle against her own.

 * * * * *

 Beca finds that she loves talking to Chloe—loves her company and her presence. That first morning together had been more of the same humorous banter. They had kind of gotten to know each other, but mostly Beca had basked in the comfort of Chloe’s presence and her touch.

(And more of some of the same activities that had brought them into Chloe’s bed in the first place, but that was just a bonus, Beca told herself.)

Tonight, however, is something more. Beca feels it. It had been what she had anticipated, with no small measure of nerves, when she had accepted Chloe’s text asking her on a date only a few days after they had gone their separate ways.

Tonight, together, they sit in the quiet corner of the restaurant, staying for hours until the lights dim and they realize that they’ve stayed until closing. Chloe turns to meet Beca’s bewildered expression and they both burst into quiet giggles as they quickly gather their belongings.

“That’s never happened to me before,” Chloe comments. “Staying until a restaurant has closed.” She flutters her eyelashes at Beca. “You’re a good date.”

Beca smiles, taking a moment to make sure her phone is in her pocket. As she does so, she notices one of the wait staff gesturing for her to go into the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back. Just going to the bathroom.” She pecks Chloe on the cheek, quickly making her way to the back of the restaurant. When she’s sure that Chloe isn’t looking, she ducks into the kitchen, brow already furrowed and her mouth set in a thin line. “This better be good,” she points out, clearly displeased.

The maître-d cowers under Beca’s gaze for a few seconds before she grows bored and turns her attention to the restaurant owner who, to his credit, walks right up to her without a care in the world. “Miss Mitchell—”

Beca’s jaw clenches. “Beca.”

He smirks at her. Her fingers twitch against her thigh, wishing more than anything she had something more than a switchblade on her. “Miss Mitchell, so kind of you to stop by our restaurant tonight.”

“I’m kind of busy, so if you could…” she motions with her finger. “Hurry up a little, that would be great.”

“Is that any way to talk to somebody who extended restaurant hours for you and your…” his eyes cut to the door with a knowing glint. “Your friend.”

“I’m not working tonight,” Beca says lowly in lieu of responding to the obvious bait. “What do you want?”

“Seems your associates left something behind the last time they passed through here. And shortchanged us on some money. When we agreed to help you, it was simply that—to pass through.” He lifts a small package, carefully wrapped and tied in string. “We can’t have things like this here.”

Beca smirks. “Are you sure that wasn’t just one of your employees taking a little something for themselves?”

He presses the package into Beca’s arms before stepping back. “Send your father my regards—or maybe I can call him to let him know I saw you tonight?”

Beca swallows back the immediate rage she had felt when the package pressed into her arms roughly. She quickly tucks it into the waistband of her jeans, finding no pockets in her chosen sweater for the evening. Already, she feels the tension in her chest about to snap—a combination of anxiety and frustration with yet another business mishap. A business dealing that she can’t even address properly because Chloe is sitting alone at their table in an empty restaurant, simply waiting for Beca to return from the bathroom. Definitely not thinking about the package of questionable substances (drugs, Beca assumes dryly) tucked into her date’s jeans.

“I’m sure your friend will understand if you…end the evening early. But we would be happy to help you find an escort to get her home.” 

Beca’s heart races. She meets his gaze defiantly. A litany of words threatens to escape, nothing particularly appealing or fitting for the current situation. She steadies herself mentally, attempting to plaster a neutral expression on her face. She goes for calculated reasoning and an even tone, hedging a bet as to what exactly happened to have caused a mix-up at this level. “Next time,” she says, keeping her voice low. “If you ever try to steal from us again, at least make the effort to own up to it instead of chickening out. Trying to save your own ass like this?” She shrugs, making her way back to the kitchen entrance. “Not a good look,” she finishes, without looking back.

The short walk back to Chloe feels like a lifetime, but Beca makes it. She releases a breath she hadn’t known she was holding the moment Chloe turns to face her. Chloe, who is blessedly alone, stands and her eyes flash with concern. “I was about to go find you. Thought you slipped out the back or something.”

There is levity in Chloe’s voice, but Beca senses the underlying hesitation. The uncertainty. That same uncertainty is reflective of the sheer newness of...whatever this is and already Beca feels like she has done enough damage for one evening. For as big as Los Angeles is, she has come to know, through experience, that there is rarely anywhere to hide. “Sorry, just had some business to take care of,” she apologizes, offering a sheepish shrug to mask the momentary guilt and dread that had crept through her.

Chloe grins. “I mean. I didn’t ask. But thank you.”

Beca blushes even though she had totally said that with the intent of diverting Chloe’s attention while also going for some honesty, though she’s sure Chloe doesn’t need to know about what happened in the kitchen. She doesn’t need Chloe to know about any of that.

“Shall we?” Beca asks, opting to change the subject instead.

“Okay,” Chloe agrees. She stands, reaching for Beca’s hand. The gesture and all its casual intimacy makes Beca swallow. She doesn’t dare look back to see if anybody is watching; she doesn’t dare look back to check if any unsavory eyes are focused on their actions. She is suddenly so aware of how empty the restaurant is, how they really are the only ones there. She just had become so distracted and enamored by her conversation with Chloe—the way her eyes had sparkled so beautifully under the gentle restaurant lighting.

Still, with Chloe’s hand in her own, Beca finds that she manages to remain stoic, ramrod straight back and all. Together, they leave the restaurant, Beca’s heart somewhere in her throat all the while.

“I...don’t want this night to end,” Chloe admits as they walk down the quiet street. Beca shifts her gaze from assessing the parked cars along the street to meet Chloe’s eyes.

“I don’t either,” Beca admits.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Didn’t you kiss me already?” Beca asks quickly with a twitch of her lips. Before she can even form a full smirk, Chloe’s hand comes up to cup the back of her head delicately and her lips descend on Beca’s. Softly, she kisses Beca, both of their eyes slipping shut at the sensation. Beca sighs quietly, reaching up to grip Chloe’s shoulders as she tilts her head to fully sink into the kiss. She tries to memorize the way Chloe kisses her. It is a mix of desire, tenderness, and newness all at once. There is nothing to memorize however, not quite yet, as Chloe’s technique shifts and changes seamlessly with each moment.

“Come back with me,” Chloe requests, pressing her fingertips more firmly against the back of Beca’s head. “Please,” she whispers, breath ghosting against Beca’s jaw. Beca whimpers quietly, lifting her chin to catch Chloe in another kiss, both of them sinking into the sensation. Beca feels her back hit the brick exterior of the nearby storefront. Chloe presses closer still, sliding a hand around Beca’s waist to hold her close. The action incites Beca’s back into arching so she presses more solidly against Chloe’s front, enjoying the sensation of their bodies slowly beginning to meld together so naturally. Beca reaches up to hold Chloe’s face, losing herself momentarily.

She is abruptly brought back to reality when she shifts her stance to nudge her leg between Chloe’s and the rough texture of the package still tucked into her jeans rubs harshly against her belly. She gasps, pushing Chloe back slightly, placing her hands against the collar of her jacket.

“Sorry,” Chloe says quickly, looking rather contrite. “I’m sorry, I just—I haven’t stopped thinking about—”

“No, no, um. Me too. It’s…” Beca gently nudges Chloe back further as she steps away from the wall. “It’s...I have to be somewhere tonight. See my dad.”

Chloe’s lips—already pink and swollen, sending a flash of desire through Beca’s body—curve downwards, but she nods in understanding. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes again. “I just thought…”

“No, I just...yeah. He called earlier and I should…” Beca blows out a breath, running her fingers through her hair. “I should...go. See him, I mean.”

Chloe smiles reassuringly, both of them relaxing as Chloe takes one of Beca’s hands off her jacket. She presses a slow kiss to Beca’s knuckles, sending a shiver down Beca’s spine. “It’s okay. I’m not really a...put-out-on-the-first-date kind of person anyway.”

That breaks the rest of the tension that had been lingering in Beca’s body and she has half a mind to say fuck it to her father (not a new feeling) and all of this bullshit and just go home with Chloe. She laughs, pulling Chloe boldly in for another kiss, but stopping before they can go any further. “Well. I mean, something tells me that’s a lie.”

Chloe scoffs. “Please. That wasn’t a date. You were just a hot girl I met at a bar.”

Beca raises an eyebrow. “And now?” she asks, a twinge of curiosity seeping its way into her tone before she can help it.

“One of the best first dates I’ve been out with,” Chloe murmurs. “And I want to see you again.” Her eyes seem to shine even more than Beca had previously thought possible. “If that’s okay with you.”

Beca finds herself smiling—a smile that very nearly stretches her face uncomfortably because she cannot recall ever smiling that widely. At least not in recent memory. “That is...super okay with me.”

“Super okay,” Chloe echoes with a playful smile. The sight makes Beca’s stomach swoop, but at the same time, she is only reminded of the pressure against her belly from both the anxiety and weight (figurative and literal) of the package. “By the way?” Chloe chirps. “I would totally break that first date rule. Just saying. If we just forget all that bar nonsense.”

Beca groans. “Shut up,” she murmurs, though she does not mean it. She wouldn’t mind hearing Chloe laugh for the rest of the night, but she knows she cannot.

 * * * * *

 Beca’s good mood dissipates fairly quickly as she punches in the number to her father’s gated house. She trudges up the path, ignoring the greetings and acknowledgements from the guards she passes along the way.

By the time she reaches her father’s study, passing all the ornate decorative pieces lining the hallways along the way, she is clutching the nondescript package in her clenched fist. Without knocking, she pushes through the doors.

He barely glances up from his book. “Beca. What’d I say about knocking?”

“I forgot,” she says breezily. She tosses the package on the desk in front of him. “This is yours, I believe?”

He sighs, taking his time to earmark his book before he removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Such manners,” he mutters. He peers at the package, reaching out to turn it over delicately, noting the small writings along its edge. “Didn’t know I asked you to go to Victor’s today.”

“I was…” Beca pauses, choosing her words carefully. “I was just having dinner there. They recognized me.”

“Oh? Having dinner by yourself? How was the food?”

“Fine,” Beca murmurs quickly, avoiding the first question deftly. “I didn’t have to bring this back, you know? You need to pick better fronts,” she points out, daring to show defiance for just a few seconds. She’s kind of banking on her father still being in a good mood.

“Do you have any suggestions?”

“No,” Beca responds quietly. Obediently. “It was just unexpected.”

“The price to pay when everybody wants a slice of the pie and we’re only just too willing to accommodate.”

Beca grimaces. She hates this aspect of their relationship. Whenever her father attempts to impress upon her the nobility of what they do. Or the respect they command. It makes her nauseous and ill to even entertain the thought of doing this for the rest of her life. She cannot envision it — not for herself and not for anybody she happens to be friends with.

Not that she has many friends. Less friends means less stakes in the long run.

“Anyway, that was all.”

“You should stay the night. I’ll have Beatrice make you up some breakfast tomorrow. It’s late anyway.” His eyes flash up at her. “Unless you have somewhere else you’d rather be?”

Beca schools her expression carefully as her mind quickly fills with images of fingertips trailing up her arm, down her side, across her tattoos. Delicate sighs. Desperate kisses.

Kind, bright blue eyes and a trusting expression.

“No,” she murmurs. “Nowhere.”

 * * * * *

 “Was that okay?” Beca asks expectantly, searching her mother’s eyes for positive reassurance. “I got all the notes right.”

Her mother’s lips twitch though they still rest in a gentle smile. “My dear,” she says gently. “It’s not about just getting the notes right. Your hands and your heart need to be in concert with each other.”

Beca’s brow furrows, a pout gracing her lips. “In concert?” she echoes.

Slowly, her mother takes Beca’s wrists and places her hands back on the piano. “Try again, but play from the heart. Nothing beautiful ever comes from following the rules.”

fin chapter 2 |  AO3

[justimajin]

It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 13

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 3.4k

⇝ Summary: Basketball is your everything; your passion for it running deep and wanting nothing more then to play the sport. Problem is, the sport isn’t offered competitively to girls and with that, all your hopes immediately fizzle away… …but who ever said that was going to stop you?

⇝ Warnings: pg13; I was smiling like crazy while posting this so there’s your biggest warning

gif credit.

⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

⇝ Next Update: Tuesday, June 9 

The park is insanely crowded.

Parents, children, couples, the elderly; all of them populate and flood the area. Some choosing to sit on the benches with frozen dessert filled cones underneath the humid sun, while others are occupied in either flying kites or conversing with one another, too lost in thought to notice the grand tree that sits in the middle of the recreational area.

Thankfully, it’s length provides more than enough shade from the blazing heat outside, a deep exhale of relief passing by the seams of your lips. The dancing wind in the air whistles by you, weaving through the locks that fall down from your shoulders and drape all the way to your waist. You unconsciously straighten your posture, the high elevation of your shoes barely stabilizing your body’s weight and leaving your feet to be stuck in between the cracks of the concrete. A hand remains firm on the dangling bag hanging off your shoulder, resting right on top of the brightly coloured skirt that hugs your thighs.

Glancing up, your wide eyes roam around until someone walks past you, flinching and hiding your face beneath the confines of your giant floppy hat. Another sigh manages to leave you, arms tightly hugging your form when the reminiscence memories of your current situation begin to surface.

***

It starts off with a mere question. 

Yoongi stands before you after practice, a smile drawn out on your lips despite the heaving exhaustion reigning high on your limbs and the excess of water clinging to your skin. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, rather he opts out for keeping his gaze fixated on the ground as a hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. 

“Do you–…..” A sigh escapes him, shoulders shrugging down. You almost want to ask if there’s something wrong, words soon becoming forgotten when Yoongi suddenly turns and holds seriousness in his stance. 

“Do you want to go somewhere?”

“Oh, now?” You place your basketball into the cart, dusting off your shorts and jersey before glancing at him curiously. Yoongi deeply sighs, lightly shaking his head.

“I meant alone.”

“Alone…?” You ponder, observing around to see that everyone had been long gone since your practice had come to an end. Even Jungkook and Taehyung didn’t manage to stay behind, too famished from the tiring session to wait any longer.

Yoongi sighs again, your eyes darting everywhere when you can’t seem to string together his collection of thoughts. He also appears incredibly annoyed, something that causes you to ramble with a series of your own inquiries instead.

“Did you need to tell me something? We can talk here, we’re alone and–“ 

“I-I mean…” Yoongi exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Outside of this court, alone, going out somewhere together.”

You naively blink at him, appearing even more confused than before and Yoongi sighs for what feels like the fiftieth time, hands raising to completely cover his face. It’s only until you see the light hue of pink spreading across him that a bulb finally begins to regain some light, eyes are big as a deer’s and words sputtering out jumbled. 

“O-Oh…” You lightly laugh, unsure of what to do in the circumstance. When Yoongi glances at you with hopeful eyes, it dawns on you just how much he’s been wanting to ask you this.

“Sure.” You softly smile, “We can go somewhere together.”

His shoulder slump down from the giant exhale of relief that escapes him, a blinding smile on his features that you have to admit has your heart fluttering a bit. “Great, meet me at the park near the school tomorrow.”

You nod, following him outside of the gym. As soon as you wave him off, you whirl around to head back to your dorm, the brightening smile on your lips being far too evident when the giddiness rushes over you. You’re practically gleaming with joy until you head outside.

The sound of immediate water bulleting onto the ground makes you frown, the ill prospect of having to walk through it occuring in your mind. However, not even the weather manages to dampen your mood when you splash around the puddles forming in between gaps of the cement, a dazed look still in your eyes.

When you plop into a certain puddle that has a large amount of water bursting over your shoes, you giggle until the water settles back into its original place, eyes falling onto the way it whirls and pools around to transform a blurry reflection of you into a clearer one. Your smile drops, feet slowly padding forward to get a better look.

Your soaked hair barely falls down onto your cheeks, beads of water sticking to skin that hasn’t been taken care of in exchange for rigorous practices. The jersey you wear is completely oversized, glancing down to see the baggy shorts it meets and the beaten-up shoes that have been roughly laced up.

Tired eyes stare at the puddle again, traces of doubt emerge upon your face. You start to slowly back away, immediately rushing back to your dorm as fast as you can.

***

“Helloo~” A voice calls out into the abyss of the dorm, eyes falling onto you slumped on the couch. Her brows furrow, brown locks wrapped up in a bun and a large bag secured in her hands. “Y/N?”

You glance up, not even noticing her arrival until she had called you from the doorframe. Scurrying from the couch, you immediately apologize.

“It’s great to see you again.” You move to hug her and Hyerin laughs.

“Of course I’m back.” There’s a snicker in her voice when she parts from you, “My best friend’s going on a date after all!”

You lightly chuckle at that and she glances around, hugging the bag closer to her form.

“Is  anyone here….?”

You shake your head, “Jungkook and Taehyung are out.”

“Great!” She hurriedly unzips her bag, emptying out the contents within an instant. You look over with wide eyes to see an array of clothes, cosmetics and accessories.

Hyerin smirks, “I had to come prepared.” Whirling around, she hands you a mountain of clothes, “Quick, try these on!”

Nodding, you head into your room and set the flourishing pile down onto your bed. Moving to close the door, you pause as you catch sight of the mirror hanging on your wall, eyes latching onto the reflection. 

Hyerin dips into your room, head poking in. “Y/N! Come on, why aren’t you trying them on?”

You smile at her warily and she frowns, shuffling closer to you, “Is everything okay?”  

“I don’t know…” You honestly admit, “I kind of wonder if Yoongi’s even attracted to me….”

“Attracted to you?” Hyerin stands in front of the mirror, “What do you mean?”

You nod over to your reflection, “This is what he sees all the time, this hair, this jersey.”

You gesture to yourself and concern takes hold of Hyerin’s eyes. Although you’re glad she’s here to help you, you can’t help but wonder. Admittedly playing a sport all the time doesn’t help either, being in a constant state of sweaty exhaustion that doesn’t leave much to the beholder’s eye. 

“Y/N…” Hyerin whispers, “Listen, he definitely likes you. I mean, we’re talking about a guy here who’s seen you wearing a god-awful fake wig and then practicing basketball every single day with him.” You softly smile at that, “Maybe we shouldn’t do this if you’re not comfortable with it….”

“No!” You hurriedly say, shaking your head. Although you had initially asked Hyerin to help you look like yourself for this, a part of you just misses the natural appearance as well. It had been something you’ve wanted to show Yoongi too, growing tired of constantly concealing your identity around him and living in the fear of someone finding out. “I-I want to do this…you’re right.”

She spins around with a smile, glancing down at the clothes she’s picked out for you. “And besides, he’s already kissed you so I’m definitely assuming there’s some attraction there.”

Her comment leaves you entirely flustered, skin brightly flushing and her laugh ringing through when she knows the remark has gotten to you. After breaking you out of your embarrassed state, Hyerin gives you some time to try out the clothes she’s brought and you faintly smile viewing the clothes you used to once upon a time constantly wear.  

 You end up picking out a white sweater and a light blue skirt from the abundant pile, something you would have casually worn on a normal day. After some endless persuasion from Hyerin, you’ve given a flashing silver purse and matching heels as a result, trying the ensemble on and spinning around to show her. 

“I feel like we’re missing something….” You remark. Hyerin knowing smirks, grabbing a long mop of locks from her bag and combing them out.

“And I think I know exactly what it is.”

You laugh as she places it on your head, her eager eyes being grateful to have some form of your long hair back, even if it wasn’t permanent. When you stand up to glance at the mirror again, your lips stretch out wide when you’re staring at the you from so long ago, the one that didn’t know where her future would have eventually taken her.

Once Hyerin places a hat on your head to conceal your face, you wave her a goodbye as you prepare to leave and she wishes you good luck, remarking that if Yoongi doesn’t pass out at the sight of you she’ll make sure he will.

***

You spare a glance at your watch again, quickly scanning the area without leaving the shade. Pursuing your lips, it’s only until you recognize the faint jogging from a distance that hopes fills you.

Yoongi plants his hands on his knees, heaving for a second as you wait with a soft smile. When he stands up, you can see the slight flush in his cheeks, exhaustion weighing heavy on his eyes. He’s dressed in a plain white shirt and ripped jeans, a blue beanie sitting on top of his head and his red locks poking out underneath.

You watch his expression contort from relief into astonishment, eyes wide as he takes a step back.

“Y-Y/N?”

You’re puzzled by his reaction, the realization of your appearance suddenly dawning on you and a light laugh escaping your lips. 

“I figured since we’re not at school…”

“Right, right.” Yoongi shakes his head far too many times, standing next to you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. When abruptly he starts walking, you slowly shuffle behind, careful not to trip over the stones in the gravel.

Yoongi pauses as you catch up to him, a silent stare in his eyes when he lifts his hand out of his pocket. You look up in surprise when he laces his fingers with yours, breaking all eye contact with you.

“J-Just so you don’t get lost.” He mumbles under his breath, steadying his pace more to meet up with your own. You can’t stop the soft smile that curls up on your lips at that, remaining glued to his side.

“Where are we going?” You question, a little confused since he never mentioned the exact place he wanted to take you.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, simply pointing in the direction ahead and your eyes narrow where a large field is located. It’s swarmed with people, many walking alongside you towards it in groups and the realization only strikes you once you enter through the large metal doors, roars and screams echoing into your ears.

Your eyes are enlarged, almost transfixed with the giant stadium and the large scale. You begin to tremble a bit as well, so overwhelmed that you accidentally bump into someone, Yoongi being quick to catch you before you stumble.

“T-Thanks.” You sheepishly whisper, still stuck with awe as Yoongi chuckles. His grip on your hand becomes firm, practically racing to get you a quick seat on the bleachers.

As you plop down on a spot that is emerged within the large crowd, Yoongi can only stare at you with a smile when your eyes fluctuate, taking in every single detail like it was the last time you were ever going to see any of it.

He leans in closer to your ear, “Like it?”

“Like it?” The words seem too less to describe what you’re feeling right now, “I-I love it….I didn’t know there was going to be a game here, I’ve always wanted–“

He’s grinning when you face him, a laugh stifling out from you, “I’ve always wanted to come here, thank you.”   

Yoongi nods, already understanding the excitement. He was initially nervous when the idea first struck him, caught up in debating if you would like it or if he was making a horrible mistake.

However there was no questioning that spark he’s noticed in your eyes when you talk about basketball, a glimmer of hope for him that more than anything else, this something you would end up truly loving.

The lights flash and your eyes widen, Yoongi moving to point over to the players entering in. The crowd begins to shriek, the lights following each member as they take the center stage.

Anticipation practically bubbles in you, head darting back and forth with impatient eyes to see the referee strutting into the middle. Once the whistle is blown, the players instantly begin to sprint, racing after the bright orange ball that becomes difficult to trace with every impending minute. One of them, the one currently grasping onto the basketball, dribbles it rapidly in between his feet before sending it over to one of his other members, the action being so quick that your eyes can barely keep up.

“A crossover dribble.” Yoongi whispers, your eyes lighting up when he shuffles closer. You don’t even realize the proximity, too keen on understanding, “If he waited a minute longer, he could have tripped and the game wouldn’t have been counted.”

You hum, watching another member do it but much quicker, picking up on the fact that speed was crucial in order to do such a pass. The member then spins rapidly, launching the ball behind him as a way to confuse the defense of the opposite team.

“He caught his attention first but then threw the ball away, his team needed to be prepared to do something like that.” Yoongi points over to the member that was standing behind the first one, ready to receive the basketball when the ball suddenly is launched from behind. You hum again, the initial anticipation of the game wearing out when you become more interested in picking up how the team before you was able to stay so on top of their game, swiftly gaining a point.

Yoongi thankfully continues to explain any difficult passes and techniques, your questions also considering the fact that your team hasn’t learned most of it. He then explains that certain techniques required too much training, so he and Namjoon instead focus more on strengthening the basic skills first before jumping towards levels where the entire team can struggle. It’s admirable to hear, comprehending that organizing such a giant team made up of your members with different strengths, can prove to be a lot difficult when the entire team needs to be on the same ground instead of varying ones.

A soft smile curls on your features when your attention is captured by one of the members, his intense speed and stroke of observation enabling him to soar over to the opposite end of the goal, swiftly ducking through all the members after him. When he passes the ball to another member and they score, he grins and runs over to them to give a high five, a giggle being earned from you.

“What is it?” Yoongi curiously questions, your hand pointing over to him.

“That guy, he kind of reminds me of Taehyung.”

Yoongi chuckles, pointing to another one, “There’s a Jungkook too.”

Surely the person Yoongi points to is the one that’s constantly latched onto the basketball, intent on scoring as fast as possible but being continuously halted by the other team who recognize him as a target. His appearance is similar as well, something that only has you further agreeing with him too.

“But we don’t have any of the other members….” You sadly whisper, but Yoongi smirks.

“I think I found a Y/N though.”

You raise an eyebrow when he points over to the shortest member, one you’ve noticed appears to have the most energy and determination as he quickly dusts himself off and rushes to assist other members of his team. Although his mannerisms and vibe are very similar to you, his arms and legs ripple with huge muscles and his face is completely covered with a beard. 

You make a face at that, which doesn’t allow Yoongi to hold back his stifling laughter. He goes on and on, making you pout at the implication.

“Yoongi….” You exasperatedly whine. 

“I was just teasing.” He reassures, but then he starts making comments about how familiar the man looks, pondering if he was really a girl disguised as a guy.

“Yoongi!” You whisper louder this time and he keeps snickering, failing to keep the smile that crosses you under bay as well. You laugh alongside him when he debates if you should ask for an autograph and how the story could be inspiring, eventually stopping his ramble when you lean your head against his shoulder, a comfortable silence overtaking you as you both continue watching the rest of the game.  

***

Night falls by the time the game ends, a large volume of people rising from their seats instantly and having you stick closer to Yoongi, afraid you’ll get mixed up within the chaotic crowd. Although he still keeps a firm grasp on your hand, your heels manage to get caught up on some grass and you get pushed back. Yoongi whirls around, attempting to catch a glimpse of you through the sea of people and your waving hand from afar greets him. He grits trying to make his way across, grabbing onto you and hastily yanking so you don’t get lost again. Unfortunately, he ends up tugging a little too hard, resulting in you stumbling and falling right against him. Your arms enclose around his torso and your head rests on top of his chest, but he doesn’t seem to mind the position as you slowly make you out.

Once all the people disperse, you eventually have to clear your throat to make Yoongi realize he’s literally hugging you, his arms hurriedly breaking away with a quiet apology.

He walks you back to your dorm, the slight breeze in the air making you shiver and wanting to get into the warmth of the building right away. Turning around, you’re about to thank Yoongi for taking you to watch the game but he beats you to it.

“Y/N I–…” His mouth clamps shut when he gazes at you, lips downturned.

Crossing your arms, you pad closer to him in concern. “Yoongi, what is it?” 

“Maybe you’d like to go out like this some other time? You know, like a…?” He gestures in between you two, nose scrunched as if the words themselves weren’t reaching his voice just yet. 

You can’t help the question that bubbles out, practically blurting it out.

“L-Like a couple…?”

Yoongi still can’t seem to retort anything to that, so you immediately take the opportunity up and give an answer.

“Sure, I uh,” You smile, “I’d really like that.”

You miss the way his eyes light up, features softening already from the prospect as you grace him with a tender smile. After bidding him goodbye, you calmly head back into the building and smoothly enter the elevator. Once your floor arrives, you quietly pad into the room knowing that your roommates are probably asleep by now, however the moment you enter your room, you’re forced to instantly cover the spreading blush overtaking your features, the huge smile on your lips already straining against your cheeks.