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All right. Having talked Florrick down from killing us in the street, Rakha is free to resume what she ACTUALLY was trying to do, which is come to stare wonderingly at the mages doing demonstrations outside of Sorcerous Sundries.
(A/N: Hilariously, while I was getting this screenshot, one of them shot Rakha with a firebolt. Part of the 'show' involves the mages summoning (I sincerely hope illusory) cats and then shooting them with fire, and Rakha's position here is in direct line with one of the cat summon locations. XD She'd lost 7hp by the time I finished writing this opening section and moved her.)
It's a beautiful display, at least from Rakha's perspective. The Weave is going absolutely wild in the whole vicinity of this enormous building, gorgeous prismatic rainbows shifting and changing, and stirred repeatedly by the small spells being cast by these mages. It is, perhaps, the strongest concentration of magical energy she's been able to witness in one place, besides the elder brain itself, and she is utterly captivated by it.
Minthara, presumably, loses patience with this pretty quickly, but Jaheira finds it amusing; perhaps she has recollections of some of her magically-inclined adoptees (or even some of the young mage Harpers) being similarly entranced by Sundries and its environs. And Wyll, of course, would be happy to stand there all day just to watch the small curve of a smile tugging at the corners of Rakha's mouth.
Nothing good can last, though, and this particular thing is interrupted by a familiar, and unwelcome, voice breaking through the hubbub, the sound of a man shouting by the entrance to the shop.
Rakha knows that voice, and the muted smile vanishes from her face as she turns to face its source.
"Let me back in, or bring Lorroakan out here, you tin tube!" the man bellows at the enchanted armor guarding the shop's door. "You tell Lorroakan I went for his godsdamned Nightsong, and now he has to pay up!"
It's Aradin, one of the mercenaries from the Grove, the ones who almost got Halsin killed. The ones, Rakha now remembers, who were searching for the Nightsong - only they thought it was a relic, rather than the aasimar, Aylin, that it turned out to be.
(A/N: Lowkey I really should have had Rakha talk more to Aylin before now, and tbh she kind of slipped my mind amidst the 3541234132 other things Rakha has had going on. So I'm kind of glad to be hitting this quest, since hopefully it will give room for Rakha and Aylin to talk a bit more.)
Aylin and Isobel have remained with their camp ever since the shadowlands, but Rakha has taken deliberate pains to steer clear of them. She rarely enters the side of the camp where they sleep and has not talked to them since they entered the city. It's far too dangerous, under the circumstances - the beast still resents that they live and growls viciously in Rakha's head every time their faces come to mind.
Nevertheless, they are part of the camp, part of Rakha's shaky little tribe, and Aradin, who is clearly still hunting for Aylin without knowing what he seeks, is therefore a threat - besides already being an asshole. Rakha clenches her fists at her side. She knocked him out the first time she met him, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't eager for a reason to do so again.
Aradin, it seems, feels similarly. "What're you looking at?" he snaps, rounding on her as she draws near - and then his eyes widen with recognition, followed by an immediate narrowing with dislike.
"Shit," he mutters coolly. "It's you." His jaw sets and he leans closer, directly into Rakha's personal space. "You went looking for the Nightsong after me," he says. "Please tell me you found it."
Rakha ignores the question for the moment, peering past Aradin at the enchanted armor behind him. Another flicker of annoyance bubbles up in her - this time at the fact that she has to interact with this man again rather than investigate that magic. "Who are you trying to get at inside?"
"Lorroakan," Aradin explains impatiently. "The wizard who set out the contract. He owns the place. And his little pageboy inside knows how to get to him." His lip curls angrily. "Lorroakan said it'd be easy money, a smash and grab. Get in, get the Nightsong, go. Turns out his little relic was in a temple of Shar, beneath an army of goblins."
For just a moment, his expression shifts, showing a muted sheen of regret. "Turns out his little relic was in a temple of Shar, beneath an army of goblins. Would never have taken my people in if I'd known." Then the moment of vulnerability passes, and he scowls. "I can't bring 'em back. But I can make Lorroakan cough up - especially if you found the relic!"
Rakha's face has remained utterly immobile during this little speech. There is enough of Wyll and Jaheira's influence in her now that under some circumstances, she might be tempted to a bit of sympathy for the man, hearing that brief shift in his voice. He has clearly been through the wringer in pursuit of this quest, and it seems Lorroakan, the owner of the shop, is the real force behind the threat to Aylin.
But Aradin also called her a half-breed on more or less her first day awake; he does not have a lot of credit from her for sympathy. So she is not inclined to help him one bit.
"That's none of your business," she says curtly.
His scowl deepens, creasing lines across his forehead. "Answer the question," he says, icy. "Did you find it or not?"
"I found the Nightsong," Rakha shoots back at him irritably. "It wasn't a relic. It was an aasimar." Little point in lying, as usual.
"An aasimar?" Aradin's eyebrows shoot up. "Hells." But he seems neither dissuaded nor intimidated, just more irritated. "If I'd known, I'd have asked for more gold. Kidnapping costs more than theft." His weight shifts rapidly from one leg to the other and back and his eyes lock on hers, glittering eagerly. "Don't forget - I'm the one who gave you that contract. I want my cut."
Rage begins to bubble, immediate and intense, in Rakha's gut. Kidnapping costs more than theft. Her best friend is currently the victim of a kidnapping - one Aradin clearly would have participated in himself if the money was right. She will not sit here and debate the price of turning Aylin over to him. She will, in fact, wring his neck if he stays within grabbing range much longer.
[INTIMIDATION] "Piss. Off," she growls, very low and deep in her throat, taking a step forward so they are nose to nose and her greater height towers over him.
(A/N: 27 on a 15 - Rakha's intimidation bonus gives me great joy. Also deeply amused to learn from the dialogue files that Hector was denied being able to tell Aradin to piss off because he was a monk and got a more pacifist comment instead. :P )
For a moment, she thinks he's going to strike her, and she welcomes it, hungers for it-- but his fear gets the better of his anger and he recoils a few steps. "I ought to knock some sense into you," he says coldly, "but you know what? I'm too godsdamned tired."
His jaw tightens, and he turns and walks away. "If she's out there, I'm gonna find her. You mark my words."
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chris sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: chris practically begs his best friend to massage his back, but after an awkward discovery, y/n finds it difficult to keep her hands -- and her eyes -- on the job.
warnings: smut; established friendship; oral (m/f receiving); fingering; hand job; squirting; unprotected p in v; dirty talk(!!!!); 18+
notes: whew! long time no see! life has been putting me through the absolute ringer lately! i haven't felt like a real person in months! i still don't tbh! im working on it! but i have absolutely missed writing and tumblr and u all so much! pls forgive my absence on here i literally haven't even been able to open this app since october when my life went south. my semester is over now so i have one major thing off my plate, so im hoping i can be a bit more consistent with writing. I MISSED U ALL SO SO SO SO MUCH and i hope u enjoy this chrissy one shot that i started months ago and just finally finished it today. love u all <33333
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âNo Chris.â I chuckled, standing up from my couch and walking to my kitchen to put away our leftover dinner. âPlease,â I heard him whine behind me, âMy back is killing me Y/n.â I turned around, facing my best friend still sitting on the couch where I left him. I laughed at his fake expression of misery, and the hand pressed to his lower back was a nice touch. âChris, you know Iâve made it a rule not to massage my friends in my free time.â I explained, putting my hands on my hips. He groaned dramatically. âBut why? You have all your stuff in the next room!â He began standing up from the couch, being sure to make it seem like a painful struggle.
He was right. I was a licensed massage therapist, and had recently started my own practice from the comfort of my home. I had turned my den into a massage room, fully equipped with a massage table, calming music, and essential oils. But I had made it clear to all of my friends â especially Chris â that I wasnât going to massage them after-hours. Of course, I would treat them free of charge, but they had to book during normal hours. I was brand new in this career, and I wanted to ensure professionalism right from the start.
âYou already know why.â I replied, turning away from him and opening up the fridge to put away my leftovers. As I leaned down into the fridge, I gasped as I suddenly felt a hand press against my lower back. âJust right here.â Chris whispered behind me, circling his thumb along my lower back. âItâll only take five minutes.â I shuddered at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his touch. Chris had a habit of turning on his sex appeal when he needed something from me, and even though him and I were only friends, it unfortunately worked.
I turned around and closed the fridge, coming face to face with my friend. His eyebrows were knit together in what I could only assume was faux pain, because there was a playful smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair before pointing at the closed french doors leading to my massage room. âGo in there, take off your shirt and lay on the bed. Call me in when youâre under the sheet.â
A smile consumed his entire face, and before I could change my mind he walked over to the room and shut the door behind him.
Chrisâs POV:
As I shut the door of the massage room behind me, I stood for a moment to take in the room. She had never let me in the room before, in fact she made it known that she considered it separate from her home and so she didnât like going into it when she wasnât working. I always joked around with her because of that, asking her if it was really a secret torture room, but as I saw it for the first time, I couldnât help but smile. It was professional, but still had personal touches that made it clear that it was hers.
The lights were dim, enough to see clearly but dark enough that everything had a blurry haze to it. It smelled like that shit she diffuses in her bedroom â I think she told me once that it was lavender or something. I noticed the various candles dotted around the room, and took it upon myself to light a few of them. As I lit the last candle on the small table beside the bed, I noticed an old phone connected to a small speaker. Finding that the phone didnât have a password, I opened it and hit play on the playlist that showed up first, smiling at the title:Â music that makes strangers fall into my bed.
I chuckled to myself. Not so professional, sweetheart.
Typical spa music filled the small space, and I couldnât lie, it did add to the meditative atmosphere of the room. Looking at the massage table in the middle of the room, I remembered what I was actually in there for and felt a wave of excitement hit me. I hadnât been lying when I told her that my back had been hurting â not exactly, at least â but I had definitely been exaggerating. The truth was, I just really wanted to see what her hands could do. Not wanting to waste any more time, I took of my clothes and climbed onto the table, slipping my lower half under the thin white sheet.
âY/n!â I shouted, âIâm all set!â
Y/nâs POV:
From my place at the kitchen counter, I heard Chrisâs voice and my stomach did a flip. I wasnât sure why I was so nervous, I had given a few of my other friends massages before, but for some reason I had been dreading the idea of giving one to Chris. Maybe it was because him and I had such a playful relationship, and I was so used to being professional with my clients, I couldnât quite envision how combining my two personalities would go. Still, I took a deep breath and headed for the room.
Once I opened the door, I noticed the candles were lit and soft music was already playing. Looking at Chris, laying face down on the table, I chuckled. âI see you made yourself comfortable.â I remarked. Heading towards him, I noticed the pile of his clothes on the floor, including his sweats and boxers. âUh Chris,â I began, stopping at the top of his head, âI said you only had to take off your shirt, remember?â He lifted his head from the table, looking up at me briefly. âI know. Itâs just that the pain goes pretty low down my back and I figured it would be easier to just take everything off.â There was a playful look in his eyes. âItâs what Iâve seen them do in the movies.â He added softly, making me chuckle.
âIt does make it easier,â I replied, moving so that I was now standing on his right side. âItâs really just about what youâre comfortable with.â As I spoke, I began running my hands down his back, from his shoulders down to his tail bone, to check for any tightness. He remained silent underneath me as I applied pressure on certain areas. âSo, you said right here is sore?â I asked, pressing down on the same spot that he had when demonstrating on me. I heard a muffled hiss and watched as he nodded his head. âAnd the pain kind of shoots down to here.â He added, awkwardly moving his arm behind him and trailing it from where my thumb was down to just below the white sheet.
I hummed in acknowledgment, pumping the bottle of massage oil beside me and rubbing it in my hands. âOkay, Iâll get started. Let me know if the pressure is too much.â I said the same thing that I said to all of my clients robotically, before working against his muscle. It was pretty tight, but definitely not as bad as he was making it seem before on the couch. Like I do with my other clients, I stayed silent to encourage him to relax against my pressure. A few groans of pain fell from his lips as I worked, but he encouraged me to keep going each time I asked if he was okay.
I noticed him shuffle a few times under the sheet. âAre you uncomfortable?â I asked him softly, wondering if maybe the massage table was too hard. âN-no, Iâm fine.â Was his reply, and even though there was a slightly panicked edge to his voice, I took his word for it and continued working my hands lower down on his back. I felt my cheeks grow hot as my hands pulled the white sheet lower to gain access to his pain. I had never seen this much of Chrisâs body before, and even though I was trying to be professional, I felt like the act was a little too intimate.
I rushed to finish up, and after about fifteen minutes I was satisfied that the knot in his back had improved. âAlright, I think Iâm done. Want to flip onto your back for me?â I asked, pulling the sheet up slightly. âW-why?â Chris asked, his tone filled with alarm. âI usually finish every session with a neck massage. Sometimes the neck gets stiff from the way it lays when youâre on your stomach.â I replied. âOh, uh, itâs okay.â He replied, refusing to move. I rolled my eyes. âWhat? Not even 30 minutes ago you were begging me for a massage, and now youâre turning it down?â I crossed my arms and moved over to his head, âCome on, turn over. It wonât take long.â I reassured him.
He sighed, and, holding onto the edge of the sheet, slowly turned over. I stifled a gasp, because between his legs, the thin white sheet had tented, and I could clearly see the outline of his erection. I was thrown off, unable to take my eyes away from it, but quickly recovered â clearing my throat and dropping my eyes to his face. His eyes were still closed and his cheeks were flushed; I could tell he was embarrassed. In a normal circumstance, I would think that I would have made a joke about it, and he would have just told me to shut up. But at that moment, there was something so real about his exposure and humiliation, and so I knew that I would just ignore it.
I began massaging his neck, trying to focus on my actions and regain my professionalism. But, I couldnât stop looking at the white sheet; it being the only thing between his cock and my eyes. I could tell that it was huge, and I watched as it grew harder and harder as I continued working his neck. It went from standing straight up and wobbling in the air as Chris breathed, to being pressed right against his front. The sheet draped around it, perfectly outlining its girth, and I could see a small bead of dampness taint the sheet a translucent shade of white at its tip. My mouth watered and my mind wandered. I felt my own body begin to react to the sight in front of me, and the tension in the room began to grow so heavy that I began to gasp for air.
âI-is the pressure okay?â I asked, doing my very best to keep my voice strong as I worked his neck. I watched his Adamâs apple bob as he swallowed nervously before nodding his head. âItâs good, Y/n.â His reply was so simple, but there was something about the gruff undertone, the almost indiscriminate breathlessness as he said my name, that caused my knees to weaken and my throat to turn into a desert. Suddenly, I could no longer hear the soft music playing throughout the room as my blood pumped deafeningly in my ears. I couldnât pull my eyes away from his bulge for more than a few seconds at a time â it seemed so hard that it had to be painful. My eyes continued to flutter between his flushed face and pulsing member until suddenly, when my eyes returned to his face, his bright blue eyes were wide open and staring right at me.
I felt a new wave of heat crawl up my face at the fact that I had just been caught red-handed staring at the one thing in this room that both of us had been actively ignoring. I opened my mouth to attempt to explain myself, but his words beat me to it. âIâm sorry.â He murmured sheepishly, his face turning the same shade of red that I imagined mine to be as he squeezed his eyes shut. Immediately, I began shaking my head rapidly. Partially as a reassurance to him and partially as an attempt at erasing the last two minutes of my life. âNo! Donât be sorry. It happens all the time.â I rushed out, doing my best to make light of the situation. âNo it doesnât.â He replied flatly, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. I forced a chuckle. âOkay fine, it doesnât happen all the time. But its not not normal.â I tried again, brushing a soft curl out of his face.
Chris was silent for a moment, his eyes still squeezed shut in either embarrassment or concentration. I had stopped massaging his neck, but my hands were still on his damp skin; my thumbs drawing gentle circles against his rapid pulse. After a moment, an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. âIt wonât go away.â He said, his voice laced with genuine disgust. âIâm sorry Y/n, this is creepy.â A forced laugh, then another sigh.
The room fell silent again as I tried to find the right words to fill the space. Words that would reassure him more genuinely than more âitâs okayâsâ. Because, from the way my pulse had quickened, and from the way my core had grown so slick from arousal that I could feel it dripping steadily onto my panties, it really was okay. It was more than okay. So, instead of trying to find the words that could possibly portray just how okay it was, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.
I felt him tense at the first brush of my lips against his, clearly shocked by the sudden close proximity of our mouths; closer than they had ever been before. So, I pulled away for a moment, finding his piercing eyes to search them for whatever thought is running in his mind. They were wild, racing across my face trying to make sense of what just happened. But there was something else there, something erotic that was blurring the line between right and wrong. Between professionalism and spontaneity. Between friends that fuck around and friends that fuck. I could tell that we were both balancing on that same fine line, but when I brought my lips back down to his, and when he opened his mouth to welcome mine with the kind of hunger than can never be satiated, I knew that we both came to the same conclusion.
Our lips moulded together in rhythmic wonder as our tongues explored each other. Immediately, I felt his body relax as his hands reached up and wrapped themselves in my hair. A soft moan of satisfaction fell from his lips as I nibbled on his bottom lip, causing my body to react in a way that was foreign to me. I felt goosebumps raise up across my skin as if his hands were all over it. He pulled his lips from mine and used his grip on my hair to tilt my head to the side, giving his swollen lips access to my neck. He sucked and nibbled against my electric skin just below my ear, and I felt as though I could fall apart and dissolve into a puddle just from that. âL-let me make you feel better.â I managed to moan out through the waves of pleasure I was feeling. My eyes wouldnât leave the rock hard bulge under the white sheet, just barely out of my reach. Chris groaned against my neck at my words, and I watched as his cock twitched under the sheet as if it heard my words itself and was begging me to help it.
After another moment of Chris devouring my neck, tasting every inch of it as if he couldnât get enough, his grip on my hair loosened and he allowed me to straighten up. I looked down at his face, now even more flushed than before. His lips had gone bright pink and were so beautifully swollen from their journey against my skin. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and, after a short moment, his eyes fluttered open and landed on me. âYou sure you want to do this?â He asked, his voice slightly tentative, and I knew what he meant.
A kiss between friends is one thing. It can be brushed off as a slight moment of weakness, can be something that the two friends can one day laugh about as they look back on their friendship. It can be never spoken of again, can be hidden from their other friends deep in the vault of the minds of the two people that shared it. But anything more than that, any other touching, or licking, or exploring of the other person is not as easily ignorable. In friendships there is deep love and strong understanding of the other person. Once that love and understanding collides with the act of literally merging together, of being as physically close to another that you can be in this lifetime, itâs not so easy to ignore. My mind may not be able to shut out the events that transpire with Chris tonight ever again. We may never be able to chalk it all up to a moment of weakness, or keep it a secret from our mutual friends. We may never have the same friendship we had before I agreed to this massage. But there is no way to know that for sure. What I did know for sure in that moment, with Chris staring up at me with eyes filled with intoxicating desire, with my own body vibrating with lust, was that I wanted this.
So without a word, I walked down his body towards his beckoning cock. I took a moment to just gaze at it, closer to it now than I had been all night. I rested a hand on his thigh hidden beneath the sheet, and watched as his cock once again twitched. I chewed on my bottom lip in an attempt to keep myself from moaning just from the sight, and after a moment let my eyes flutter back up to his face. âIâm sure Chris.â I replied softly, searching his expression. âAre you?â I asked, realizing that he was likely considering the same potential outcome that I had been. He kept my gaze for a brief moment, his eyes focusing on different parts of my face. âIâve never been more sure of anything in my life.â He replied finally, a cheeky smile growing on his face. I felt my own expression mirror his own, and without wasting another second I began peeling the thin sheet down his waist.
My smile fell the moment his bare cock was finally exposed, and was replaced by what I knew was the expression of desperate hunger. His length was impressively long, and I felt my mouth water at the thought of running my tongue along its veins up to its swollen head. Reaching to my left, I pumped some massage oil into my hand. I brought my cupped hand above his upright cock and let the oil drip between my fingers and coat him. He released a sharp hiss at the feeling of the oil as it trailed down his length towards his base, and I watched as his hips thrust forward desperately from the barely-there contact. A bead of pre-cum suddenly dripped from his slit, and I used my thumb to collect it before finally pumping my hand up and down his shaft. Immediately, a deep moan fell from Chrisâs lips as I worked his oiled cock in my hand. I focused on his body language as I adjusted my movements to figure out exactly what he needed to feel good.
When I went slow, I watched his breath grow steady, telling me that I should pick up the pace. When I used a softer touch as I moved along his cock his hands would stay relaxed at his side, but I knew he liked it when I used a bit more pressure along his tip as his hands would tighten into fists against the sheet. But when I used both hands, twisting in opposite directions with the occasional brush against his balls with my pinky, I discovered that was what he liked most of all. A deep grunt followed by a moan fell from his lips, and his right hand flew to my upper thigh; where he gripped so hard I was sure that he would leave a bruise. âFuck, Y/n.â He breathed out as I continued with these movements.
His hand traveled further and further up my leg until his fingers slipped under my loose-fitting shorts. I continued to stroke him with both hands, even when I felt the tip of his fingers just milimetres from my trembling core. They brushed against the ever-so-soft place between my pelvis and my pussy, and I bit back a moan. Subconsciously, I adjusted myself so that my legs were wider apart; giving him access to touch even more of me. My hands continued to work his cock as his fingers inched closer and closer, before finally, I felt the very tip of just one of his fingers reach my core and dip into its warmth. My knees buckled at the barely-there contact just as he released a muffled moan. âJesus fuck, Y/n,â My eyes flew to his face and the translucent arousal that I found all across it was almost enough to push me over the edge. âPut that on my face right fucking now.â
His demand was so jarring, his voice so gritty and raw, that I didnât hesitate before peeling my shorts down my legs, lifting myself onto the massage chair, and straddling his face. Immediately, his hands gripped onto my thighs and pulled them apart; giving his eyes untethered access to my glistening core. âYouâre fucking soaked.â His words came out in an almost-whisper, as if he hadnât actively planned on speaking them aloud. Still, they shot straight to my lust and I leaned forward, resting my head against his chest to allow him to see even more of me.
I gasped as I felt his thumb against my slit, collecting my arousal. I heard a wet sound and then another deep moan. âSo good.â He whispered before suddenly his warm mouth was suctioned to my clit. Immediately, I dissolved into a puddle of desire as his tongue swirled and licked against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Moans fell from my lips as my brain turned to mush from the relief of finally having his mouth on me. I began moving my hips against his face, chasing a high that I so desperately needed. Satisfied moans slipped from his mouth into me, and I felt a sharp slap against my ass cheek that added to my intense need.
I had turned into nothing more than a dead weight on top of him, his lethal tongue paralyzing me. But as I opened my mouth to release a guttural moan, I felt my lip brush against the tip of his cock. Without a second thought, I slipped his cock into my mouth and began pumping up and down. Another moan fell from Chris, vibrating against my clit and causing me to moan around his girth. âFuck.â Chris muttered against me, and I responded by deep throating his cock until my nose pressed against his bare thigh. âMmmm, Y/n.â Chris breathed, removing his mouth from my clit. I stopped my movements as well, waiting on shaky legs for him to continue.
âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna cum.â He began, gently running his knuckles against my ass cheek. âAnd I donât want to do that yet.â He slipped two fingers into my core effortlessly, causing me to immediately begin rocking against them. âMmm. Thatta girl.â He breathed, presumably watching for a moment as I rode his fingers just inches above his face. âWhat I want you to do is focus on making a mess all over my face, then after that I want to cum with these tight walls wrapped around me.â His words caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head, and a sharp moan fell from my lips. âSound good?â He asked, his voice muffled as he reattached his mouth to my throbbing clit. I nodded my head maniacally as he resumed his impressive movements against my nerves. He kept his fingers inside of me, and as I slid my soaked cunt against his face, I cried out at the added sensation of his fingers filling me.
âFuck C-Chris.â I moaned, my words nearly incomprehensible as I grew closer and closer to my climax. He could tell that I was quickly approaching, and tightened his grip on my ass cheek with his free hand; pressing my cunt so hard against his face I was afraid that he would suffocate. âG-gonna cum!â I warned him just before the tumultuous waves of my orgasm took over. My body began shaking as I came hard against his face. I had never before felt so out of control of my own body, and relished in the feeling as my back arched and a plethora of moans fell from my mouth. I felt a gush as I squirted against Chrisâs mouth, and trembled at the guttural moan he released as he began lapping me up.
Once my mind reattached to my body and my orgasm had finishing ripping through me, I rested my head against his stomach as he ran his hands along my tense back and dropped gentle kisses against my sensitive core. He let me lie there on top of him for a few moments, catching my breath and slowing my heart rate, before gently lifting my limp body off of him and sliding off of the massage table. I sat up on the edge of the table, facing his standing figure before me, and my gaze landed on his excruciatingly hard cock. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up before pressing his wet lips harshly against mine. He tasted like me, and immediately a new wave of arousal filled my core.
As his tongue flicked into my mouth, I reached between our bodies and began stroking his cock. He thrusted into my hand instinctively, and a moan fell from his lips as his hand shot to my core where he drew torturously slow circles against my over-stimulated clit. Caught up in how good we were making the other feel, our kissing slowed and our mouths eventually turned into matching Oâs; eyes shut in pure bliss. I dropped my forehead against his bare chest, and watched as our hands worked on the otherâs body, slowly working up the nerve to do the one thing we hadnât yet done with each other.
âYou still want to do this?â Chris asked, his voice strained. I jolted slightly at his words, shocked at the fact that he seemed to be reading my mind. A sharp wave of pleasure hit me from his fingers and I moaned softly before looking back up at him. âMhmm.â I breathed, meaning it. âDo you?â I asked in return as I felt his cock jump in my hand. âSo much.â He replied before lowering his head and planting another deep, wet kiss against my mouth. After a moment, he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He took a moment to admire my bare chest before kissing each of my painfully pebbled nipples. âGod, youâre unreal Y/n.â He moaned, running firm hands against my completely naked frame. I arched my back against his touch and shut my eyes blissfully.
He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my collar bone. âYou ready?â He asked. I felt his hand replace mine on his shaft, and bit my lip as I felt him line the head up with my soaked core. He used his free hand to hold firmly onto my lower back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist; using the grip to press him against me. âIâm ready.â I replied breathlessly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Without wasting a second, Chris kept his glazed eyes on mine as he slowly pressed his hips into me. My jaw dropped as his girth stretched my walls out further than I thought possible, and the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that can not truly be described with words turned my brain into mush.
Chris hissed as he bottomed out in me, his cock taking up every inch of my cunt. He remained still as he rested his forehead against mine, his breath erratic and hitched. âFuck.â He finally groaned out, his body more tense than Iâd ever seen it. âYou okay?â I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He nodded. âIâm gonna cum in, like, record speed here Y/n.â He replied, taking deep breaths and keeping his forehead pressed to mine. I couldnât help but chuckle. âItâs okay Chris,â I replied, running my hands through his hair. âJust give me what youâve got.â
My last seductive whisper seemed to give him the motivation to power through, because immediately he snapped his hips into me. I released a sharp moan from the depth of his movements, and that was enough to bring him fully back into it. Using the grip he had on my lower back, he plowed into me relentlessly. My eyes were rolled into the back of my head as I felt my walls stretch with each thrust; allowing him to hit my g-spot each time. âJesus!â I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders in a weak attempt at holding onto my sanity.
âYouâre so f-fucking tight.â Chris groaned into my shoulder as he continued to drive his ruthless cock into me. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other, adding to the indescribable arousal I was filled with. Chrisâs hands began travelling all across my body, taking his time on my tits as his thumbs drew circles around my hardened nipples. He gave my tits a harsh squeeze before travelling down my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin as he reached my clit and began rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. âGod, keep going baby.â I moaned, wrapping my legs even tighter around Chrisâs waist, âF-feels s-so good!â I cried just as Chris lifted me up off the table and slammed me into the wall. I released a sharp gasp from the shock, but as he continued pounding into me, my pleasure was intensified.
âFuck, sweetheart,â Chris growled as he nibbled against the skin on my neck. âYou always this fucking wet?â His dirty words make my head spin. âN-no. Iâm n-not.â I reply honestly, feeling my juices spread all over his front. A wicked smile covers his face. âJust for me then, huh?â His tone was arrogant, but there was an undertone of overwhelming arousal in it that told me he needed it to be true. I nodded my head rapidly. âY-yes Chris! O-only this wet f-for y-you.â I managed to reply just before my second orgasm swept in and overtook me.
Just as I began riding my high â my nails digging into his skin and my mouth sputtering out profanities â Chris stilled inside of me and released a ragged âOh fuck!â. I felt his cock pulse inside of me, painting my walls with his warm seed as my orgasm milked him dry. He released soft grunts against my neck as he rode through his own high, and I relished in the feeling of his cum as it dripped from my cunt.
After a while, both of our bodies relaxed and we rested against one another as we caught our breath. I waited for the overwhelming feeling of regret to wash over me, as one would expect it to after fucking your best friend, but it never came. In fact, I was so relaxed in that post-sex liminal space, pressed against the wall with Chrisâs softening cock resting in my core, that I almost couldnât believe that we had never done that before.
I was pulled from that thought by Chris placing a deeply passionate kiss to my lips. There was no lust, no untethered desire attached to it; it was almost as though this kiss was the end of one chapter of our lives and the beginning of a new, more exciting one. Our lips moved in slow motion, as if we had kissed like this a thousand times. With his lips still on mine, Chris slowly helped me down so my feet were on the ground. After another moment of our mouths merged as one, I pulled away and was immediately wrapped in a hug. Chrisâs warm body felt so familiar, even more familiar than before, and I closed my eyes and took in the moment, as I knew it was the start of something new.
âWell, I think we have some things we should figure out,â Chris said, and I felt a soft chuckle against my head tucked into his chest. âBecause I donât know about you, but there is no way I can go the rest of my life without doing that again.â It was my turn to laugh, and I pulled myself out of his arms and looked up at his face. âI think I am officially under your spell.â I replied, feigning a smile. âLetâs go sit down and figure this all out.â I grabbed my discarded shirt and threw it over my head before walking towards my living room. âOh by the way Y/n,â Chris grabbed me by my waist from behind as we walked through the door, âMy back feels great now, in case you were curious.â I rolled my eyes with a smile and continued walking. âYou have magical hands.â He whispered, and all I could do was laugh and give him a half-hearted shove.
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TOO LOST IN YOU - part V
Paige Bueckers x bartender!oc
Warnings: toxic!p, language, sexual themes, themes of cheating etc
Wordcount: 5.8k
A/N: WE ARE BACK! no smut in this one sorry ik you love it but i think this a bit of a turning point in the fic :) again pls send me feedback and live reactions! it's the best part of writing this series ANYWAY GO READ ty for everything you guys do
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Weâre both sweaty, my skin sticking to hers as we try and catch our breaths - that fourth round had really done us in. If it hadnât been for me, Iâm sure the blonde next to me wouldâve gone for fifth. That damn athleteâs stamina. This had become a daily routine the past week, ever since our sleepover.
âYou stayinâ over, right?â Paige asks, hand in my hair brushing through it gently. I consider it, the idea of falling asleep in her arms, getting to wake up being held tight by her warming me, but in the back of my mind thereâs something gnawing at me. Iâm pretty sure I had something to do tonight. Oh right. Jay. Shit.
Clumsily climbing out of bed and pulling on my clothes with urgency makes Paige let out a confused chuckle as she sits up, watching me closely. âDamn ma, chill, you can go if you want.â
âNo, I just-â I mumble through my red knitted sweater, pulling it over my head. âI was supposed to see Jay.â In fact Jay had insisted we celebrate because itâs been exactly a month since we started seeing each other. I didnât really get it. Maybe if we were actually dating, and even then just after one month felt⊠Excessive to me. But she had insisted.
Paige goes uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, a hint of something unfamiliar on her face as I pull up my flared yoga pants. I check myself in the mirror, mascara smudged over undereyes, lipstick all over my face and my perfectly styled blowout matted at the back - I looked completely fucked out. The hickey on my collarbone, and the smell of Paigeâs cologne on my clothes didnât help my case.
âPaigeee!â I groan at the reflection staring back at me, scrunching my face as I force my long brown locks into a high ponytail, but the blonde sitting behind me on her purple comforter remains quiet, eyes low and face stoic. Itâs so unlike her I turn around, tightening my pony as I watch her concerned. âP?â
She finally lifts her gaze from the corner of her room to meet my face, smiling weakly. I could tell something was off, and it made my stomach stir. Before I can ask Paige leans her head against the wall behind her, looking to the ceiling and taking a deep breath.
âYou sure you canât stay?â
It sounds vulnerable, almost pleading if I didnât know better. For a moment I waver, but instead I brush it off, turning back to the mirror and fixing my makeup while Paige watches on the bed.
âNah, she wanted to celebrate our one month⊠Something,â I murmur, reapplying the maroon lipstick.
A deep sigh from Paige fills the room as she fidgets with her hands before bringing them up to her jaw, rubbing it.
âWhy are you with her?â
âHuh?â I ask, turning to her but she wonât meet my gaze.
âYou heard me, why are you with her?â
Iâm baffled, astonished by the question. A blush rising to my cheeks I suddenly feel defensive for some reason - mostly because there was no good reason. Jay was nice enough and I liked her company. Sometimes. But at least I knew for certain she would never do what Paige had done to me in the past. Never.
âBecause sheâs good to me! Howâs that any of your business anyway?â my voice rises as I ask, my arms crossing but Paige is quick to get up and walk over to me, pulling me into a hug.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry, you right,â she quickly lets out, rubbing up and down my back and the anger immediately subsides. âStupid question, sorry.â She sounds almost scared. I had never heard her sound like that. Trying to understand what it meant made my mind turn to mush so I focus on the way she kisses my forehead and holds my face, our eyes meeting.
âThursday then? After my game?â Paige suggests, now kissing my neck, making me forget all about who was waiting for me. My eyes flutter shut as I hum, trying to answer.
âI canât,â I murmur, Paigeâs lips doing their best work as her teeth nibble my earlobe making me hiss. âMe and Jay are gonna come watch you play,â I admit breathlessly, making her pull away from me.
âSeriously?â She asks, brows furrowed in annoyance. I shrug, unsure why she was so upset.
âIâve been begginâ for you to come see me play and nothinâ? But for JustineâŠ?â
âItâs her birthday! I promised Iâd do what she wanted!â I argue, my voice rising the tiniest bit once more.
Paige looks at the ground and shakes her head frustrated, breathing heavy through her mouth. I couldnât help but feel a little bad, I never in a million years thought she cared this much about me seeing her play. I didnât even care about going with Jay. Honestly, I just wanted to see Paige in her element. I loved listening to her talk about ball, the way her eyes sparkled with knowledge and passion. She might be a piece of shit and an asshole but I really admired her resilience and ambition. If Paige was anything it was incredibly focused and dedicated. Sometimes to her own fault, I thought.
âBesides I bet Claire or-â
âClara.â
âRight, Clara, will be there to watch you play!â Her name tastes sour in my mouth.
âI donâ care about her, want you watchinâ me!â
âWell I will be watchinâ you!â
âWith Justine!â Paige groans with a roll of her eyes, her hands waving around as she speaks. I watch her bewildered when it hits me. Sheâs jealous. Paige Bueckers is jealous.
âYouâre jealous?â slips from my mouth with a confused scoff, making Paige freeze. She looks at me for a moment, debating, then shaking her head.
âNo. I just- I donâ wanna talk about it, I donât wanna fight,â she sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Thereâs a hint of defeat in her voice which makes me waver. My annoyance and confusion slip away as I watch the way her blue eyes soften.Â
âLetâs not fight Val, please.â
âOkay,â I hum and let her pull me into a hug. As her nose buries into my hair, for a second I think sheâs smelling it, inhaling carefully - but I must be mistaken. She had never done that before.
âP I gotta go,â I murmur against her chest, not wanting to but knowing Jay was growing more and more suspicious as time passed. Frankly, we still werenât exclusive so none of this was technically cheating. Still, I hadnât told her. I had convinced myself that eventually I would. I just donât know when.
âIâll walk you,â she whispers, making me chuckle.
âYeah that wouldnât be sus at all huh?â
Paige grins, looking down at me. âJust tell her weâre fucking around.â
With a furrow of my brows I shake my head. âNah.â
âWhy?â
âBecause.â
Paige is smirking smugly now, staring into me. âOh because then youâd have to tell her how I fuck you better than she do?â
I blush and roll my eyes. I wasnât about to admit she was right.
Pushing her off me, I grab my bag from the floor and give her one last glance. She reaches her hand to my jaw and holds it, pressing a tender kiss to my lips making my heart flutter for a second.
âText me when youâre there ma,â she murmurs against my lips before letting go and opening her door for me.
âI will.â
Waving bye to Jana and Allie too who Iâd become friendly with this last week, I walk out of the dorm into the chilly evening, February still forcing me to wear my white puffer jacket. I wrap it around me tightly as I hurry towards Jayâs dorm, trying not to think myself to the grave over Paigeâs behaviour - loving, caring, a different Paige than I knew last fall. I almost wish she was the same as she used to be, the careless player who didnât let me sleep over or get to know her roommates. Because now I had what I had always wanted from her. Except it wasnât a dream come true. It was terrifying. My heart wanted to give in, to let myself feel. But I was horrified of what she could do again, how she might hurt me this time.
Iâm still in my thoughts when I reach Jayâs door, knocking on it urgently. Before I can even lower my hand, she opens the door, a frown on her face.
âYouâre late.â she says, letting me in nevertheless. The room is lit with candles, homemade dinner gone cold on the plates and a bouquet of flowers in a vase - my heart sinks. Not because I missed out on what Jay had planned, but because I didnât want this. Not from her. I felt like a piece of shit for thinking that this was way too much. But itâs true.Â
âFuck Jay, Iâm so sorry. I got caught up at Tedâs. I didnât know a Tuesday night would be this busy,â I chuckle trying to lighten the mood, seeing a teddy bear with a big red bowtie sitting on the couch, giving me the creeps.
âWhatever Val,â she sighs, clearing the plates away. I watch, not sure what to say.
âYour roommates, where-â
Jay turns to me, tears in her eyes. âI paid them both to be out tonight, to make tonight special. But you didnât even come.â
âIâm here now!â I say, walking over and grabbing her hands. I never knew what to do when someone cried, I wasnât the consoling type, I was the advice type. My friends didnât come to me to be comforted, they came to me to know what to do next. I always had a plan. But this was way out of my comfort zone. I hated when girls cried because of me.
âLook, Iâm sorry, it was so busy. I didnât even realise I was late,â I lie, looking straight into her blue eyes. Itâs hard, I donât like it, but the words slip from my lips more easily than I thought.Â
Jay pouts and nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. âItâs not your fault just⊠next time call.â Her voice is weak. I really felt like an asshole. I had to end it with Paige, I knew I did. I just simply couldnât. My heart didnât let me for some reason.
âOkay, Iâm sorry Jay. Câmere.â I pull her into a kiss, but it feels wrong, icky almost. She kisses me back though, her hands wrapping around my waist. I catch a whiff of Paigeâs cologne on my sweater.
âLetâs order pizza, okay?â I ask against her lips, not wanting to open my eyes and face reality, the tugging of my heartstrings. I felt like I was being ripped apart, stuck between crossroads. I could feel myself falling for Paige. I knew it by the way my heart ached when we said goodbye, the way my eyes were constantly looking for her in a crowd. I was falling for her, yes. But the moment I admitted that the fear would come roaring in, like a tide, ready to bury everything underneath it. She had so many tools to hurt me, so many that she was unaware of. God if she knew how I felt Iâm sure Iâd never heard from her again. It would ruin everything. Being with Jay was good, secure, the right thing to do. Even if I didnât feel half as much for her, my heart didnât flutter for her - at least she couldnât break it either.
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Be you. Be great.
I watch the text from my dad flash on my screen, sitting in front of my cubby, legs bouncing nervously. I already knew weâd win today - we werenât playing anyone special. An attitude Geno would surely smack the back of my head for, but itâs simply true. It wasnât the upcoming game making my finger tap nervously against the back of my phone, it was the text I had typed out, my finger hovering over the send button, making my stomach flutter.
Miss u Val
âYo warmups!â KK snaps me out of my trance, my finger accidentally pressing down on the send button. Shit. Now Valerie was gonna know I miss her.Â
Sure it had only been a couple days since she was last in my arms, but being away from her made my heart ache. Usually the more I saw a girl the less I wanted to see her. Valerie, however, seemed to have the opposite effect. I couldnât get enough. Guess it had something to do with the âfeelingsâ I had for her.
âShit you scared me,â I chuckle, my cheeks turning red as I hide the screen which KK does not miss. She grins at me, elbowing my shoulder teasingly.
âYou texting Valerie?â
âYooo,â I roll my eyes but donât deny it, a sly smile forming on my face. Raising my brows and scratching the back of my head I look at the shorter girl standing in front of me. âSheâs cominâ to watch tonight.â
âOh forreal?â
âWith Justine,â I scoff, standing up to join KK in heading in for the warmups, my jersey on, hidden underneath the warmup clothes. She snorts and shakes her head.
âCrazy work to name a child that,â She laughs.
Nodding, I snort a little. âThatâs what Iâm sayinâ like.â I might joke, but Justine was the one getting to bring Valerie to a game. Not me. I would take a stupid name like that too if it meant I got to do that.
âYou jealous?â KK asks, noticing the way my teeth grind together. I quickly shake my head, not very convincingly, but flexing a little to make up for it. âNah, Iâm the ultimate rizzler remember? Nothinâ to worry âbout.â
Truthfully? I was a little worried. Taking a deep breath I try to push that feeling away as we enter the court, the seats slowly filling as the crowd makes their way in.
âBro just tell her how you feel,â KK murmurs as we both stretch, watching some of the girls running around the court.
Her words make me scoff, how naive. âItâs not that simple,â my voice is stern. No one seemed to understand the pressure I was under, not even my best friend. To even suggest something like that felt insane. I couldnât tell Valerie. Not with a natty on the line, not with all this pressure.Â
Besides, what then? She feels the same and we date? Iâd make a shit girlfriend, I know it. I was too selfish, an asshole. I wasnât girlfriend material. Not for anyone as special, as precious as my Valerie. All she did was complicate things. Even now, my head was spinning with the thought of her. As if I donât have to be at my best, have my head in the game in like an hour. God, I need to get a grip. Maybe I deserved to lose today. I was unfocused, a disappointment.
âGirl youâre an idiot,â KK sighs as we jog up and down the court. My eyes are immediately looking over the student section when her golden brown hair glimmers in the light like a beacon just for me to find her. Sheâs sitting in the third row, legs crossed in a mini denim skirt, much too short for the weather outside. An oversized black sweater reveals her left shoulder and collarbone, the mark I had left visible to everyone. Bold. I suppose Jay must have thought it was her doing. Boy if she knew. Part of me wanted everyone to know sheâs mine. Only she wasnât.
Itâs not just Valerieâs hair, but the gold dangling on her wrist as she brushes her hair back, the rings decorating her fingers and the earrings contrasting against her dark locks that make the whole place shimmer, all because of her. I simply canât look away. My twisted fantasies of having some sort of ownership over the brunette is quickly interrupted when Justineâs hand wraps around her shoulders and I notice the blonde girl, kissing Valerieâs cheek. My Valerieâs. I nearly trip over my feet, making KK laugh out loud - her laughter echoing around the court, taunting me.
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âGuys what the hell is wrong with you, we should be up by 20 at this point against a school like this? That was the worst offense Iâve seen in my who-â
Genoâs scolding is ear-piercing as I sit in the dressing room next to the other girls, my elbows leaving red marks on my thighs as I lean against them and wipe the sweat dripping down my neck. My chest heaves as Geno takes turns chewing off each of us, dreading for my own turn.
We were only leading by four pathetic points, and had to struggle even for that. It was all my fault, I already knew. I didnât need Geno or anyone to tell me that. I was unfocused, making bad decisions, causing turnovers - I even missed a free throw for the sole reason that just moments before I had seen Jayâs lips pressing into Valerieâs. God, just the thought was making me feel sick.
âPaige,â Genoâs stern voice snaps me out of it, my eyes lifting to meet his. But all he does is shake his head, and itâs even worse than him yelling at me. I wanted him to cuss me out, anything else. âYou know,â he simply says and I nod. I did know.
At least now I had the confirmation of everything I had suspected all along. A girl was nothing but a disturbance, a hitch in my plans. I canât believe I had let myself do this, get distracted because of some girl. A classic fool. And I was about to make a fool out of my whole team too.
Once Geno leaves and gives us some time before the third quarter, I check my phone, my repentant thoughts quickly subsiding when I see the texts.
i miss you too p
fuck you look hot in that jersey
okay biceps you looking swole? when have you had time to hit the gym that much
wish i could come spend the night
My heart flutters, all of it is flattering sure. But itâs the first and last message that get me to take deep breaths. She misses me. She wants to spend the night with me. The weight on my chest eases up.
U should come over after
i canât
promised jay
Fuck JustineÂ
Just come up w sumn
you really miss me that bad?
So fucking bad baby
Going to tedâs after the game
ok iâll figure something out
Something about the texting and the adrenaline from the game made me bolder, more honest.
Valerie?
yeah?
U look gorgous
Gorjes
gorgeous?
Shut up itâs hard to spell :(
student athlete who
Gotta go warm up
paige?
Yeah?
go kill em
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Itâs hard to miss the moment the Huskies walk in, all in a big group in their navy blue Uconn trackies laughing and hyping up the blonde in the middle, whose face is scrunched up as she tells them to chill. I knew Paige well enough that she didnât mean any of that, she loved the limelight.
All of the second half of the game Paige had been glowing on the court, completely unguardable, the star I always knew she was. With her help the Huskies had won with a 20 point lead despite the rough first half. I couldâve watched her forever. Every shot, every pass, every block had me on my toes, and I swear I was always the first one to jump to my feet to cheer for her. I forgot about the crowd, even Jay next to me. On the court it might as well just have been Paige Bueckers, I wouldnât have noticed the difference.
âBabe, tell Alex Iâm right!â Jay interrupts my thoughts, forcing my eyes to snap from Paige to her sitting around a table with some of her friends, a red partyhat on her head for the birthday celebration.
I blink stupidly, having missed the whole conversation.
âShots for everyone!!â I hear Paige yell behind me, forcing a crooked smile to grow on my face.
âUh sorry I couldnât hear you,â I admit, glancing over my shoulder hoping the tall blonde would notice me eyeing her. She was too busy leaning over the bar, clearly eager for the drinks.
Jay giggles and presses a wet kiss on my forehead. âYouâre so cute,â she murmurs. I nearly vomit.Â
Suddenly claustrophobic from her closeness, I brush Jayâs hand away. âI need another drink.â
âBut you still have some-â
I quickly down the rest of my vodka soda, before standing up and taking quick steps in my boots towards the group of really, really tall girls surrounding Paige, flutters in my stomach growing with each step.
âValerie!â KK is the first to notice me and wrap an arm around me. The sound of my name makes Paigeâs head snap towards my direction, the smile on her face only growing wider when she sees me. Without thinking and before I can stop her, Paige is wrapping her hands around my waist and spinning me in the air, giggling, her head on my shoulder.
âOh my God put me down!â My command is not cogent, the chuckles making me less convincing. Paige obeys anyway and lets me go, both of us glancing towards the table where Jay is sitting, still immersed in conversation with her friends. Feeling bold, Paigeâs hand rapidly slides down my back to my ass, groping it harshly before letting go. The fact that Jay could see only makes me want her to do it again. Maybe I should see a therapist.
âVal I know youâre not working but can you make the Shirleys pleaaaase,â the blonde in front of me begs, her pleading blue eyes almost getting to me. âTheyâre fire.â
âNo! Iâm a free woman tonight!â I proclaim, leaning my elbows against the bar. Paige does the same, her side pressing into mine sending jolts all over me.Â
âFine, whatchu drinkinâ ma?â she asks. âVodka soda?â
âWith crush-â
âCrushed lime, I know.â
Paige orders the drink, paying for it without making it a big deal in any way. I always found her smoothness so incredibly sexy. Right now as she stood there, elbows on the bar, chewing on her bottom lip, shower fresh and beaming from the win, I swear I had never felt so attracted to her. It wasnât just pure lust, but something else too. Something more.
âThat third quarter,â I start, the praise immediately causing a smirk to grow on the blondeâs face.
âYeah? You watched me?â she asks, already knowing the answer.
I smile too, looking down to my feet. âYou were born to do that.â
When our eyes meet again thereâs a hint of something vulnerable and genuine in Paigeâs expression. All the other noise seems to quiet down, leaving us in our own bubble, just us two. It bursts quickly when I feel a hand wrap around my waist. I know who it is before I even look, evident by the pure annoyance on Paigeâs face.
âHey babe are you fangirling over here?â She jokes, kissing my cheek. I pull away a little but Jayâs a few too many drinks in to notice.
Paige quickly smiles and shakes her head, sipping her drink. âNah, I was. She makes the best dirty Shirley around, trust.â
I stare into her blue eyes, secretly enjoying this little game we were playing. Tiptoeing the line between strangers and something more.
âYeah she insisted on getting me a drink for all the times sheâs been yelling into my ear to play Drake,â I tease back, my mind immediately going to the many nights Paige had made her way behind the bar, one time even getting on her knees on the disgusting, sticky floor and begging me to let her play a few songs. From the smirk on her face, I know Paige is thinking the same.
Jayâs eyebrows shoot up watching us, clearly surprised. âHm. No one told me you two know each other that well.â
âI mean we donât, I just know she works here,â Paige quickly corrects, her brows furrowing as she points to me. âYour nameâs uh⊠Vivien?â
âValerie.â
Paige and me both smirk a little, Jay missing it completely.Â
âRiiight sorry,â Paige grins, sipping her drink and turning to the blonde next to me. âSick hat.â Sheâs being sarcastic.
âThanks man, itâs my birthday,â Jay answers, a little flustered at the attention she was getting from the girl in front of us.
âDamn, happy birthday,â Paige says politely, patting Jayâs shoulder in a manner only I knew was condescending.Â
Excusing herself, Paige leaves me and the blonde girl by the bar, every cell in my body screaming to follow her.
âPaige Bueckers just wished me happy birthday,â Jay says in awe.
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The girl whose waist Iâm holding, kissing my neck might as well not exist - I barely notice her. My stare is locked on Valerie and Justine, giggling and dancing in the corner of the packed bar. They look happy.Â
A pang of guilt washes over me momentarily. Hereâs Justine who, yeah sure is short, but really seems to like Valerie, takes good care of her. And maybe Valerie would learn to be happy with her if I just let her. The nauseating images of them adopting a dog together, getting married, raising children and growing old with each other flash through my mind. Itâs enough to cause a tremble in my lower lip, my eyes welling up. The ache in my chest was trying to tell me something I wasnât ready to admit.
âCan we go back to yours?â Clara hums, her teeth nibbling on my earlobe when a single tear rolls down my right cheek. I quickly wipe it off, my eyes finally turning to the girl next to me. To my relief sheâs too busy trying to turn me on to notice my red eyes.
âNot now Clara,â I murmur, my voice barely audible over the music and chatter.
The girlâs face scrunches up in annoyance as I push her off me, gently but with a firm hand.
âWhatâs your problem? Youâve been like this all night, itâs like Iâm not even here.â
âNot now.â I rub the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes and trying to take calming breaths.
âIf you donât want me he-â
âI donât want you here Clara, I didnât even ask you to come.â
Thereâs a moment of heavy silence between us, the girl next to me staring at me with wide eyes, hurt written all over her face. I wasnât strong enough to fight how I felt anymore. It was time to face my feelings, even if it scared me.
âThis is over, okay?â I admit, my gaze meeting Claraâs. She blinks at me slowly, processing. I feel like I should say something, explain myself. But nothing I could say would make it better so I stay quiet.
In silence, I watch Clara hop down from the bar stool and look at me one more time.
âMy friends were right about you.â
With that she leaves Tedâs and relief washes over me. I grab my phone, and type out a text.
Iâm sorry but I canât see u anymore, just got too much going on
I copy and paste it, sending the words to each girl on my roster, not bothering to wait for any responses before deleting their numbers. Zoe, Jenny, Sofia, all gone. It was almost exhilarating, the way my body worked before my brain could catch up. Glancing to the opposite corner of the bar I finally catch Valerieâs eye. I nod my head towards the bathrooms before heading in myself. Sheâs quick to follow, leaving Justine behind. It was time to be brave, the kind of person who deserved Valerie.
The bathrooms are tiny, both of us making the space more cramped when I let Valerie in, locking the door behind us. Before she can say anything, her big brown eyes blinking at me, Iâm kissing her. Not with any other agenda except aching to feel her lips on mine. My left hand cups her face, right hand holding her body close to me by her waist. Hungry for more, my tongue slips between her lips.
âPaigeâŠâ Valerieâs voice is soft against my lips, her breathing heavy as her hands hold my hips.Â
âShh,â I hum, my hands gently brushing through her hair as my kisses turn from hungry to loving, our lips slowing down in their dance. After a while we both pull away breathless, our foreheads resting against one another. Before my brain catches up, the words spill from my mouth.
âLeave her.â
Valerieâs brown eyes widen as she leans her head back to look at me.
âI- huh?âÂ
I swallow, thinking about doubling down for an instant. No. This needs to be it. Be brave Paige.
âJustine. Leave her.â Thereâs a hint of anxiety in my trembling voice, but the way I stare at the brunette girl in front of me lets her know Iâm serious. Her expression is hard to read, the cramped space muffling the sounds of the world outside. In this moment itâs just us. Frankly, I had no idea what I was doing. I might really screw us up now. Lose her forever. But I didnât have any fight left in me. It was bound to happen.
âWhy?â she asks, her dark brows furrowing a little.
I scoff lightly, taking her hands in mine.
âWhy? You know why.â
From the way Valerie blinks at me confirms that she did know - this wasnât just sleeping around anymore, this had gone beyond. We both knew.
My thumbs smooth over the soft skin of her petite hands, the red polish decorating her nails, the chunky gold rings cool against my fingertips. I was trying to be patient, giving her time to process. But the pounding in my chest was making me lightheaded, the anxiety making my cheeks turn red. I felt vulnerable, exposed, terrified. Yet, I donât speak or hurry her.
âNo, stop it.â
Before I realise whatâs happening, Valerie pulls her hands away from me, her eyes full of suspicion. My stomach stirs as she reaches for the door but I stop her.
âNo, wait, please Val,â I plead, hand on the door handle.
âI canât do this again,â Valerie cries out, her eyes filling with tears. I reach to wipe them away but she moves back from me. It breaks my heart.
âNo ma, âs not like that this time. I left Clara, I left all of âem. Fuck all of âem ok? I donât want âem!â My voice is desperate, chasing the brunetteâs brown eyes as she avoids my gaze.Â
âI need some air,â she murmurs, unlocking the door. However she doesnât get far before bumping into Justineâs chest, standing right outside the bathroom eyeing both of us.
All three of us go silent as the blonde girl stares dumbfounded.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on?â She slurs, alcohol evident in her voice.
âJay I-â Valerie starts but Justine is quick to flip around and take hurried steps towards the exit. I follow the brunette out of Tedâs, the parking lot quiet on a rainy night.
âJay, please wait! Let me explain!â Valerie pleads, grabbing Justineâs hand but she pushes her away, forcing the brunette to stumble back a little. My fingers flex with anger as I step between the two girls.
âWhoa, yo nuh uh,â I say sternly, shaking my head at Justine whoâs looking at me like she might actually jump me. I wasnât worried, I could take her. âDonât touch her.â
The blonde scoffs, rolling her eyes. âYou canât tell me not to touch my girl!â
Her girl? I feel anger rising from my gut, heat ascending to my neck and cheeks. I step into her space, looking down at her as I do.Â
âDonât you get it?â I chuckle, an arrogant smirk on my face, basking in the way she had to tilt her head up to look at me. âValâs not your girl.â
âPaige-â Valerieâs voice is careful behind me, her hand gently reaching for my forearm.
âYou wanna know why she been too tired to come over? Because sheâs been in my bed, getting fucked like she deserv-â
âPAIGE!â
Valerie pulls me back by my arm, her eyes wide and furious as she looks up at me. The adrenaline was making me bold, I wanted the world to know sheâs mine. No one elseâs. My Valerie.
âFuck you both.â Justine slurs, heading back inside the bar, clearly not the fighting type. Deep deep down I wish she had jumped me just so I had the excuse to punch her at least once for calling Valerie her girl.
The brunette lets go of me and scoffs, shaking her head as she starts walking away from me. Suddenly coming to my senses, I follow behind her apologetically.
âMa, wait.â
âPaige what are you doing?â She cries out, a desperate frustration evident in the way she speaks as she turns to look at me.
I step into her space, hands itching to touch her. Better not. Not right now. Biting my lower lip I sigh and shake my head.
âSorry it just pissed me off hearing her-â
Sheâs not listening but profusely shaking her head, eyes squeezing shut.
âI donât understand you, I donât get what you want from me!â She bursts out. My hands come to hold her shoulders, taking it as a good sign when she lets me.
âI want you Val,â I finally admit. Not just to her but to myself.
âBut what does that even mean?!â Sheâs clearly frustrated, tired of the confusing cat and mouse game weâd been playing since we met. I was tired too.
âLook ma, Iâm done with all the other girls, and youâre done with Justine. I dunno what that means but-â
âBut what? We date? Become girlfriends? Then what?â She spews. I rub my forehead and eyes with my hand, feeling my head spinning. Maybe I hadnât thought this through.
âMaybe-â
âUntil you find the next girl you wanna fuck? Or freak out again?â
âNo Val not this time-â
âHow do you know?â She asks, a hint of desperation in her voice, looking for any sign that this was a risk worth taking.
âI uh,â I mumble, my skin turning hot, bringing my hands behind my head, rubbing my hair, trying to soothe myself.
âHow do you know, Paige?!â Valerie screams, her big brown eyes pleading with me for a reason. Before my brain could catch up my mouthâs already forming the words. The words I had not had the time to admit to myself yet - that feeling that had been gnawing at me for weeks now. The twist in my gut, the dizziness in my head. I finally understood.
âBecause I love you Valerie!â
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hii! i saw your "s/o who is always cold" with enha. could u maybe do the same with s/o who is always warm
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heeseung doesnât understand why youâre always warm but he does what he can in order to cool you down
if it means you both have to sleep without the duvet at night, so be it
or if you have to move to the living room/another room where itâs cooler, heâs going with you
doesnât care if heâs cold or not
you threw the comforter off of your body, shifting for the fourth time that night. heeseung was sound asleep next to you until you sat up, ready to get out of bed.
âbaby?â he sat up, hair fluffy from his pillow. his arm remained around you as he pulled you back into the bed.
âwhere are you going?â
âto the living room.â you whispered.
âare you warm again?â he opened his eyes all the way, now looking at you with concern.
you nod, throwing the rest of the thick blanket off of you.
without a word, heeseung rolled out of his side of the bed, walking to the door.
âcome on,â he held out his hand for you to take. your bows furrowed in confusion but you got up, grabbing his hand and following him.
you both walked downstairs, the breeze from just walking giving you a bit of relief. heeseung guided you into the cool living room, letting go of your hand as he settled on one of the couches across from the first one.
âhee, are you sure you arenât cold?â you chuckled, almost feeling bad for him coming down there with you.
âiâm good as long as youâre good, honey.â he mumbled, his eyes closing once his head hit the sofaâs pillow.
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heâs kinda concerned
but he takes care of you nonetheless
he adjusts his living for you
meaning, since youâve moved in together, your apartmentâs ac is always blasting
even if itâs in the middle of winter, heâll buy snacks that cool you down like ice pops and what-not.
overall, he just wants you to feel comfortable
âjeez, why is it so chilly in here?â you shivered at the sudden temperature change as you and jay entered your apartment, setting the groceries on the counter.
âdidnât you say it was too warm for you last night?â he asked, putting some things in the freezer.
âwell yeah, but i didnât realize you would turn it into an icebox in here..â
jay chuckled, turning to face you, âdo you want me to change it then?â
âno no, itâs fine, but arenât you cold?â
he shrugged, âfeels great to me.â
yes, he was freezing but he wasnât going to tell you that.
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jake is so caring when it comes to you
even if you can yourself the slightest, heâll drop what heâs doing and do anything he can to cool you down (like jay)
he even buys you one of those small handheld fans
he keeps ice packs too, especially on a hot summer day
he buys you a lot of tank tops or any clothes that keep you cool
you sat next to jake while he played one of his games as he occasionally spoke through the mic to his friends. every few minutes, he would turn and check if you were okay or if you needed anything.
but when he saw the thin layer of sweat on your forehead and your hand come up to wave air into your face, he quickly removed his headset.
âyou okay, love?â he asked, brows knitted together.
you nodded, still fanning yourself slightly.
âjust a little warm, thatâs all..â
he said something into his mic before standing up and leaving the room.
he came back with the white fan he bought you and a change of clothes.
âchange and then use this, alright? let me know if you want a glass of water or anything.â he kissed your head as you thanked him, turning to head to the bathroom to change.
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đ âïŒ
once again, hoonie knows when youâre bothered by something
whether youâre someone whoâs always warm or always cold, he knows when you are and when you arenât
you donât have to say anything
like jake, even if you fan yourself once, heâs already at your side with an ice pop and the ac turned all the way up LMAO
im ngl, he gets concerned too and he may ask you about it
does his research so he can know how to help keep your surroundings just right; not too warm, but not too cold
and if you like it, he might run you a cool shower or bath
also, he often takes you to the skating rink where itâs absolutely freezing
âhoon, what are you doing..?â you watched him from the sofa as he stood by the wall, clicking buttons on the thermostat.
âsetting the temperature.â he said plainly.
âi thought it was already set?â
âit was, but iâm fixing it for you.â sunghoon responded as he continued to lower the temperature.
âfor me..?â
âyeah. youâre always warm.â he had finally set the thermostat to a reasonable temperature, now joining you back on the sofa to start the movie you wanted to watch.
you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you, absolutely enamored by his thoughtfulness.
âč đđ đ€ïŒ
sunoo is someone whoâs definitely concerned for you
he takes care of you but also reminds you to take care of yourself, especially when heâs not there to do so
he buys a lot of water for you and keeps fans all over your house
he insists on you drinking it even when youâre not hot
he teases you sometimes, calling you his sunshine since youâre always warm
he likes to make homemade popsicles with you
âhey sunshine, did you drink anything today?â sunoo asks, kissing your cheek before sitting next to you in your shared bed.
âyeah, only water.â
âhow much?â
âabout.. 7 bottles.â
âhm.. thatâs not enough.â he sulked, poking your side.
âsunoo, i literally peed like 11 times today. iâm pretty sure it was more than enough.â you giggled, remembering how you had to pee almost every 30 minutes.
âwell, google saysââ
âmy bladder is telling me something different. if i drink another bottle, i think iâll piss myself.â
âč đđđ€ïŒ
jungwon takes you on walks to cool you down
even during summer, heâll wait til the evening or night when itâs cooler and heâll take you walking
heâs very considerate of you and always making sure youâre not overheating or anything
he also likes to make sure your room is cool before the two of you go to bed
âyou okay, baby?â he glances at you as you both walked through your neighborhood. you nod, shuffling closer to him and holding his hand tighter.
âthis is nice.â
âthe air or the walk?â
âboth.â you responded, smiling at him. the air relieved you, cooling down your warm body.
âand being with you. thank you for caring so much.â
âno need to thank me, love. itâs what iâm supposed to do.â he kissed the top of your head. âare you thirsty? still warm?â
you shook your head, âno, iâm okay. the walk is really helping actually.â
he nodded, smiling slightly, continuing your stroll in a comfortable silence.
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ki tends to find this amusing (?) since he tends to get cold easily (idk if this is true itâs just for the hc guys đą)
heâll tease you, calling you his âpersonal heaterâ
he always puts his hands under your shirt to cool you down and to warm him up
all joking aside, he does try his best to keep you cool even when itâs freezing to him
heâll surprise you with cold treats like slushies or frozen yogurt
and if itâs a summer day, he might even buy water guns/balloons or visit a pool
âriki, get off of me,â you whined for the third time, trying to push the boy off of you.
âitâs way too hot.â
âyouâre warm, though.. arenât my hands making it better? iâm freezing..â he sulked, his cool hand rubbing circles on your belly.
âi guess..â
âexactly, so stop your whining.â he grumbled, turning to watch the show that played on the tv screen.
âbut youâre heavy! and i feel like iâm suffocating.â
he sighed, lifting himself up, âstay here.â
he walked out of the room for a second, coming back a few minutes later with a blue slushy drink in hand.
your eyes lit up as you happily took the drink from his hands, immediately taking sips from the straw.
âthank you, babe.â you smiled.
âyeah, yeah.â he answered playfully, climbing back on top of you.
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member â minghao x f reader genre â smut, fluffy ending word count â 6.2k synopsis â you're too shy to be on the nose about what you want. luckily, minghao's got you figured out... he even likes the fluffy tail, too. warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, established relationship, nicknames (bunny, baby, love, honey, good girl, etc), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, pet play, lingerie (bunny costume), teasing, begging, anal plug, oral (f receiving), not quite ass eating but close to it, breeding kink, creampie, filming during sex, praise, little bit of manhandling, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, biting, marking, squirting, generally rough and messy sex, and then it does a total 180 and it becomes really soft and gentle i'm sorry i can't help it this happens every time it's just who i am, pls lmk if i missed any there's a lot nksdjfsfh notes â requested by anon for my đ 1k event â thanks so much to @onlymingyus and @highvern for helping me brainstorm <3 this was a challenge to write tbh but i'm glad i decided to finish it. if you enjoyed and want to see more like this please lmk how you liked it with an ask or a reblog! i always want to try new different things and feedback on this would be super appreciated :)) hope you enjoy this my slutty little bunnies mwah xoxo
you've been waiting for this day for weeks.
âhi baby,â minghao says warmly as you walk inside the house and slip your shoes off, setting your bag on the chair by the door. he wraps his arm around you to pull you in for a kiss before he turns his attention back to the boiling soup on the stove. âthere was a package for you when i got home.â he nods his head towards the living room. âitâs on the table.â
âooh, itâs my new hat!â you squeal and race across the room. âit's finally here!â you tear into the plastic like a wild animal, taking it out of the package and holding it up to show him.
itâs a knitted white beanie with white floppy ears hanging down from the sides of the hat. you pull it on over your hair, repositioning it so that the long fabric dangles at your shoulders. âwhat do you think?â
âyou look so cute, baby. i love it.â he grins and moves closer to kiss you again. âthough you know iâll love anything you wear.â
you scrunch your nose at his reaction, but minghao must mistake the disappointment on your face for joy, because he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose before letting go of you and moving back towards the stove. âdinner will be ready in a bit, love. iâll let you know when itâs on the table.â
you take off the beanie with a soft sigh and fold it up as you walk to your bedroom, not wanting to get it dirty before youâve even had a chance to wear it anywhere. it's unreasonable to think he'd get it immediately, you know that, but you can't help but wish he'd have been just a little bit more excited at the sight of your bunny ears.
the soup is already done and minghao is waiting patiently once you come back out of your room changed into your pajamas, and by the time heâs got you pinned beneath him in bed later that night drawing pretty little moans from your lips, your bunny fantasies are the furthest thing from your mind. laying on your side as you listen to his gentle snores, you sigh and close your eyes, leaving it be. for now.
you wait a couple days before you try again.
âhave you thought about what youâre gonna be for halloween?â
minghao looks up from his laptop sitting next to you in bed. ânot really,â he chuckles. âitâs only april. why, did you have something in mind?â
you purse your lips, trying to seem casual. âi was thinking of being a playboy bunny. donât you think thatâd be cute?â
âmm⊠cute isnât the first word that comes to mind,â he says, the corner of his lip quirking up into a smile. something flashes across his eyes and you hold your breath, hoping for the reaction you want this time. âwe can look for costumes closer to october, yeah?â
you start to frown at his answer but quickly catch yourself, hiding your dismay with a smile. âgood idea. hey, iâm gonna take a quick shower before bed, mâkay?â
he nods, and you lean over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek before standing up.
but this time he doesnât miss the way your expression falls, his brows furrowed as you walk out of the room and close the bathroom door with a quiet click. he knows thereâs something you want, something youâre not happy with, but sometimes itâs so hard to get you to tell him whatâs on your mind.
he closes his laptop and sets it aside on the bedside table, crossing his arms over his chest in thought as he hears the shower water start to run. if all youâre willing to do for now is drop hints, then heâs just gonna have to start paying better attention until you feel like opening up. heâs not exactly a mind reader, but heâs figured you out before and heâll do it again.
the next time it comes up, you don't even mean for it to happen.
you're walking through the mall, hand in hand as you stroll past boutiques and shops. something in one of the windows catches your eyes, and you tug on minghao's hand to go inside. he follows your gaze to the display of frilly white dresses, the wire rack wrapped with pastel garlands for their spring sale.
a sales lady with a cheap rabbit ear headband walks over and greets you with a smile, quickly launching into a memorized script about new items and clearance sales. you subconsciously squeeze minghao's hand and he pauses to watch the way you look at the woman as she talks, trying to see what you're looking at.
and then he notices something, and things start to click into place. you say something to the woman that he doesn't hear before she nods and walks away, and he sees your gaze lingering on the little cottontail tied to the belt loop of her jeans, bouncing with each step.
âyou like these?â he asks curiously, running his hand over one of the dresses you'd been eyeing earlier.
âhm?â you ask absently and whip your head back around, your attention clearly drawn elsewhere. âoh, yeah. they're cute.â
well, he may not be a mind reader, but he has a hunch that the reason you wanted to come in this store wasn't to look at the clothes.
he has the chance to put his theory to the test later that night when you're straddling his lap, hands gripping your ass as he pulls you up and down along his cock.
he decides to try it, under the guise of dirty talk in the heat of the moment, and he's so casual about it you'd never suspect a thing. it already doesn't take much to get you fucked out in his arms, so when he slips it in between curses and moans you'd never be able to guess that he's been thinking about this all afternoon.
he groans as you grind down against him, waiting for the perfect opportunity. âbouncing on me so good, like a little bunny,â he says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that makes you fall forward onto his chest.
like a magic word you instantly clench around him, whimpering loudly as your hips stutter and fall out of rhythm with him. he sees your eyes squeeze shut as you struggle to keep going, blatantly ignoring his words and pretending they don't affect you like he knows they do.
he lets himself grin at your reaction and thrusts up into you again, making you whine again as the tip of his cock presses into the spot that has you falling apart for him.
âhao! fuck, fuck, i'mââ you barely have time to moan out a warning before you're cumming, your body trembling against him from the strength of it as you gasp for air.
when you finally come back down he does everything he usually does, nothing out of the ordinary. he kisses your forehead and cleans you up and tucks you into bed beside him. he files this new little piece of information away for later and doesn't bring it up again.
for a while you start to think it was probably just an accident, a slip of the tongue when he wasn't thinking. he says a lot of things when he's inside you; he doesn't always have to mean them. but you should know better by now not to underestimate your boyfriend when he's got an idea in his head.
days go by and both of you pretend like it never happened; you because you're embarrassed at how much it affects you, and minghao because he has bigger plans up his sleeve.
everything seems perfectly normal until one evening when you come home from work and he's waiting for you at the door, wrapping you in a hug as soon as you step inside.
"hey, baby,â he smiles, his hands resting on your waist. âgot a present for you."
your cheeks warm. "but it's not my birthday or anything?" it's not uncommon for him to spoil you with gifts, but he never makes a show of it. he just hands you things like you've owned them all your life, little surprises popping up without explanation like the necklace with your birthstone on it or the box of chocolates he'd known you were craving.
"it doesn't need to be. just something special i want you to have." he runs his hand over your forehead, tucking a strand of hair gently behind your ear. "it's in the bedroom, if you wanna go take a look.â
you give him a suspicious look and pull away, slipping your shoes off and leaving him by himself. he doesn't follow you down the hall, just standing in place and folding his arms with a satisfied grin once he hears squeals coming from the bedroom.
the house goes silent for a moment, and then he sees you poke your head out into the hall. âminghao?â
âyes, baby?â he grins teasingly as he leaves the living room, meeting you in the bedroom where he finds you standing next to the bed. you raise an eyebrow at him and point at the pretty white lingerie set he'd laid out for you.Â
the thin lace stands out laying atop the dark bedsheets, accompanied by a pair of fluffy white wrist cuffs and a headband with soft floppy ears similar to the one worn by the lady at the store the other day but clearly much higher quality; maybe even custom or handmade. the finishing touch is a thin, white leather collar with a bow, and he can't help but smile as he surveys his layout.
âwhat is this?â you draw his attention away from the setup, and though your tone sounds accusing he can tell how secretly thrilled you are despite the way you try to downplay it.Â
âi told you,â he smirks. âa present.â
now it's your turn to cross your arms at him. âand why is it here?â
âbecause i thought you'd like it,â he says in a low voice, moving closer to you. âdon't you wanna be my little bunny?â
you yelp in surprise but then sigh, finally giving in. âhow'd you figure it out?â
âyou're easier to read than you think, my love,â he chuckles. âi know you too well.â
âyou don't⊠hate it?â you ask shyly, lifting your eyes to meet his gaze.
he wraps his arms around you again. âof course not. you know you could've just asked me, right?â
you scrunch your nose and pout. âi was nervous you wouldn't want to. or you'd think it's stupid.â
âyou know i'd do anything you want, love. it's not stupid to me.â he leans over to press a quick kiss to your lips. ânow, will you get changed for me? i can't wait to see my cute little honey bunny all dressed up.â
with a reluctant but excited squeal you push him out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him so that the reveal will be a surprise. minghao grins at the way you try to hide your enthusiasm, leaning against the doorway as he waits patiently.
finally you open the door just a crack and poke your head out, hiding your body behind it nervously. âready?â you ask.
he nods, and with a deep breath you pull the door open all the way. you give him a little spin, the ears flopping against your hair as you show off the outfit. he smiles proudly as he joins you in the room, his fingers falling to your waist and backing you up against the bed.
âyou look adorable, baby. just like i imagined,â he says in a husky voice, and you bite your lip shyly. âdo you like it?â
you smile, and it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he'd buy you a million outfits and lingerie sets if it means he gets to see you like this every day. âi love it, hao. it's perfect.â
he sits down next to you at the edge of the bed and lifts his hand to pet your head, smoothing down your hair between the ears. you shiver in excitement, and it only makes him more eager to get started, his pants growing tighter every minute.
âi have one more present for you, mkay?â he leans away from the bed and pulls out an object from the dresser drawer. your breath catches in your throat when you realize what it is, a shiny silver plug with a round little white tail at the end that makes your heart race. âcanât be a bunny without a tail.â
you bite your lip and look at him, and he puts his hand on your thigh when you don't respond verbally. âis that okay?â he says gently, but your quick nod reassures him.
he stands up from the bed and quickly strips off his clothes, and you watch with lustful eyes as his cock slaps against his stomach, almost drooling at the sight. once he's ready you let him flip you over, kneeling down on your hands and knees with your ass readily pushed up in the air. he slips a finger under the seat of your panties, pulling them carefully to the side as he reaches over to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand beside the bed.
you shiver as he pours the cool liquid over your ass before rubbing the toy against you to coat it. once he's satisfied with it he starts to drag the metal upwards, and you jump involuntarily as he presses the end of the plug against your hole. âmmâ itâs cold,â you whine as he teases you with it once more before pulling it away.
âbut it wonât be for long.â he chuckles at your reaction and rubs his free hand across your lower back soothingly, and you lean your hips into his touch. with a grin he bends down and presses his lips gently against your ass cheek, and you moan when his teeth graze your skin. âjust relax for me, baby, thatâs itâŠâ
he begins easing the toy past your entrance, just a little bit at a time until it's fully enveloped inside you. you've played with plugs before, but somehow the stretch is like nothing you've ever felt. knowing that this time you've got a cute little bunny tail attached sends a new wave of desire throughout your body.
with one finger he carefully pulls your panties back into place to cover you up, admiring the fluffy tail that protrudes from your hole. it really does complete the outfit, and he smiles at his own thoughtfulness, proud of his handiwork.
you wiggle your hips to test it out, adjusting to the feeling of its weight stuffed inside of you. minghao's hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, bucking away from him in surprise. immediately you feel his hand gently touch your stinging cheek, rubbing small circles to massage the pain away. "fuckâ sorry. don't know what came over me." he says, voice gravelly. "you just⊠you look so fucking good right now, baby. you make such a cute bunny."
your face flushes as the initial shock fades, and you push your hips back towards him encouragingly. "it's okay. you can do it again, ifâif you want."
he grips your waist and pulls you against him, and you whine as you feel his hard length grinding into your ass. "if i'd known you'd like that, then i would have bought the matching paddle with the ears and the tail too," he groans. "this is why you gotta speak up, baby. gotta tell me what you want so i can give it to you."
you bite your lip and bury your face into the pillow, ears burning in embarrassment, but you quickly lift your head again when you feel his hand leave another sharp smack on your ass. "mm, mm, don't hide from me now, love." he tsks in disappointment, his voice laced with fake sympathy. "you wanna be an obedient little bunny for me, don't you? well-behaved bunnies get rewarded."Â
you start to answer, but he runs his cock against your clothed pussy and your head falls back down into the pillow instinctively, letting out a muffled string of moans. his tip teases you, pushing the lace into your wetness and back out again. "what was that, baby? i couldn't hear you."
you scrunch your nose and raise your voice, though it still only comes out as powerful as a squeak. "i said, i'll be good!"
he grins and squeezes your ass with both hands before he pulls your panties off all the way, tugging them down your legs until the thin fabric bunches up at your knees. he drags his cock over your dripping entrance again as you clench around nothing.
âhao,â you whine softly. you tilt your hips backwards to try and push him inside, but he leans back out of your reach.Â
âbe patient.â he runs his hands along the curve of your ass, bending down to come face to face with your aching cunt. âthink iâll eat this pretty pussy first instead. is that what you want, hm? give me a nice view of your cute little bunny tail while i make you cum all over my tongue?â
you whimper in reply, hiding your face in embarrassment as you lay on your stomach with your ass pushed into the air, proudly displaying your glistening arousal.
with his hands on either side of your hips he pulls you towards his waiting mouth. you gasp into a moan when his lips latch onto your clit, his tongue flicking at the sensitive spot as his nose prods against your entrance.
he presses his tongue flat against you, licking upwards before pulling away. it was happening so fast, too fast, and you wanted more. you needed more. but you shouldâve known better than to think he would give you what you want that easily.
âfeels good?â he hums, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
âplease, hao,â you moan. âneed you. please, iâll be good. just donât stop.â
he scoffs lightly, his face next to your cunt but still too far away for your liking. âand why should i do that? are you gonna behave next time and tell me when you want something?â
âmhm,â you nod weakly. âi will. promise. please, minghaoââ
âthatâs my good girl. now just let me take care of you, hm?â he presses his lips against your ass in a kiss and you whimper when he begins sucking, hard enough that you know itâll leave a bruise later. once heâs satisfied he sits back up to his knees, reaching over to pat your head between the ears of your headband. âdonât you worry your fuzzy little head about a thing.â
you let out another moan at his words, relishing in the way he talks about you. it gets you going more than you couldâve ever imagined, and you love him for the way heâs embraced this so wholeheartedly, falling into the role so easily that youâre cursing yourself for ever trying to hide.
he slides back down behind you, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to give him easier access as he pushes his tongue into you. you can feel yourself growing wetter every second that passes, coating his lips with your slick as he eats you out like a starving man.
he directs his attention away from your clit, tracing his tongue up until it reaches the underside of your tail and the tip of the plug poking out. just like heâd predicted the metal is warm now, heated by the warmth radiating from your holes.
he smooths his hands over your cheeks, kneading them with his slender fingers and pushing you back further into his face. his tongue darts out to lick around the edges of the toy in your ass, and you canât help but squirm in his grasp as his mouth wanders between your legs, briefly moving back down to suck at your clit before licking upwards again.
your thighs tremble, feeling so much stimulation in ways you'd never knew possible. he traces his tongue over your pussy, dipping into your entrance before he sits back on his knees.Â
âyou think you deserve to cum now?â he says, and even though you're facedown in the mattress you can still hear the teasing lilt in his voice. âhas my little honey bunny earned it, do you think you've been a good girl?â
you're so fucked out already you can barely speak, but you know he wants you to beg him before he'll actually do anything. so you collect yourself and twist your head to look over your shoulder, bunny ears flopping against your back and the most pleading expression you can muster. âmhm⊠please? been such a good bunny for you.â you prove your point by wiggling your hips, shaking the little tail plug that sticks out of your ass back and forth.
he groans, hands squeezing your waist tighter. he can tell how much you wanted this, how much you're enjoying this, and who is he to deny you any longer when you've been so well behaved? âmm, alright.â he leans down over your back to kiss your shoulder, brushing your hair and your floppy ears out of the way. âgonna let you cum on my cock now, is that what my baby bunny wants?â
you nod eagerly and let out a yip as he finally sinks into you. you swear you've never felt this good in your life as he starts to fill you up, your walls stretching to accommodate his length.
âso fucking tight,â he groans through gritted teeth when he finally bottoms out, his cock buried in your heat. âclenching so hard, i can barely move.â
âminghaoââ you plead out his name, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his cock but his grip on your hips is too strong to let you have even a little bit of control.
he stays still for a minute to give you time to adjust, but that doesn't stop him from playing with your tail and tracing his fingers teasingly along your lower back, relishing in the way it makes you shiver and moan his name louder.
finally when neither you nor him can take it anymore, he starts to slide out of you, groaning at the way his shaft is already coated in your slick. he's not sure you've ever been this wet for him beforeâ and you haven't even cum yet.
it doesn't take long for him to build up his pace, propelled by the sight of your cute little tail bouncing with each deep stroke. he spreads your cheeks apart to watch the spot where his length disappears inside you and groans, an idea hitting him as he digs his fingertips into your hips. âfuck, babyâ want me to video this? you look so fucking good taking my cock, wanna let you see yourself.â
your walls clench around him faster than your lips can whimper out a âyesâ. god, the thought that later you'll get to watch yourself, kneeling on the bed in your pretty lingerie getting fucked like the slutty little bunny you've always wanted to be? it's your biggest dream come true.
he gradually slows down his pace so he can reach over and grab his phone off the nightstand, fingers fumbling with the buttons to start the recording. he shifts his phone into one hand and uses his other to push down on your lower back, forcing you to arch up more for him.Â
his long fingers wrap around your side as he starts to thrust into you again, pulling you backwards to meet his cock with each stroke as he builds back up to a brutal pace. he holds the camera up by his chin to make sure he captures a full view of the scene, your pretty ass pushed into the air as a constant stream of whimpers and whines escapes you.
âlook at my pretty bunny,â he pants out, squeezing your hip even harder as he fucks into you, knowing everything he says will be immortalized for your pleasure when you watch this together later. âlook at you. so good for me, arenât you?â
you moan out something unintelligible that sounds like a yes, and he rewards you by fucking you harder. he grins and moves his phone closer to your ass to get a better view of your pussy, close enough to see the glint of metal poking out and the way your muscles contract around both it and him with every thrust.
his eyes rake over your body, occasionally glancing at his phone screen to check the video. after a minute he stops the video and tosses his phone aside, quickly moving both hands back to grip your hips so he has more leverage to plunge into you more deeply. your arms give out from the force and you fall forward against the bed, whimpers muffled by the sheets that you grip so tightly to stay grounded to.
one of his hands suddenly leaves your hips and you feel his fingers tangle in your hair, gasping as he jerks your head up again.
âcâmon, baby,â he says, winding his hand around your hair until it tugs your scalp. it burns but it feels so good, sending a shiver down your spine as he pulls on you. âyouâve been so good for me, donât ruin it now. you can take it. isnât that right, bunny?â
âfuck,â you whimper as you strain your neck backwards, your tits pushed against the lacy front of your lingerie as you arch your back. âi canâi can take it. please⊠please.â
his other hand slides up your stomach, pulling you to sit upright with your back against his chest. if it werenât for minghaoâs grip on you, you doubt youâd have even been able to hold your head up on your own, let alone the rest of your body; his forearm wraps around your chest, holding you flush against his body. you swear heâs never fucked you this hard before in your life, slamming his hips into you so hard you already know youâll be feeling this for days afterwards, his pace never tiring.
minghao is good at giving you what you want, but youâve always been able to retain at least a little bit of control even in your most fucked out state. but tonight your head is reeling, mouth hanging open with not a single coherent thought running through your mind. maybe itâs the thrill of being âcaughtâ, of him finally figuring out your secret fantasy and letting you play into it.
your first orgasm catches you off guard, overtaking you with no warning. you double over in minghaoâs arms as you writhe against him, clenching so hard that even he canât keep up the pace. his hips stutter as he struggles to continue thrusting, barely managing to even stay inside of you as your muscles contract and try to force his cock out from your pulsing walls.
âgo on, baby, let go for me,â he breathes in a low voice against your ear, holding you tighter to keep you in place. âsuch a good bunny, cumming all over my cock.â
âcuâcumming!â you manage, and you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave slams into you.
he curses under his breath as he snakes his hand down the front of your body to toy with your clit. âfuckâ thatâs it, baby. let me have it, give me more. such a good girl.â
you lean your head back against his shoulder with another broken moan, all the tension suddenly leaving your body in a rush. the bed is soaked, his thighs are soaked, your pussy is soaked, but you can't stop. his fingers don't stop either, rubbing fast circles on your clit as you squirt.
after what seems like an eternity of cumming you claw at his fingers on your clit, weakly trying to pull his hand away. âh-hao,â you moan, your voice cracking. âwait. stopââ
his grip on your body loosens and he moves his hand before pulling out of you slowly, his cock still hard and aching and his heart pounding with adrenaline. immediately his tone is softer, keeping his voice quiet beside your ear despite his heavy breathing. âwhat is it, love, what do you need? can you tell me?â
you lean your head back to rest against his shoulder, your body shaking as you try to catch your breath. itâs hard. you can barely think straight from so much stimulation all at once, your head still cloudy from such intense orgasms back to back, and it takes a long few seconds before you can string together your thoughts. âjust⊠need to slow down.â you find his hand on your thigh and squeeze his fingers with all the strength you can muster. âbut donât wanna stop.â
he exhales and turns his head to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. âokay, sweetheart. just let me know. iâm here.â
he knows he was getting a little carried away, but he wasnât expecting this to get him so riled up. even after heâd figured you out and put his plan into motion he hadnât once thought about how he felt, so focused on making sure youâd be happy with him.
heâd spent hours online looking for the perfect outfit for you, pretty lingerie that would be comfortable yet still make you feel as beautiful and sexy as you are to him. if only he hadnât wanted it to be a surprise, because he kind of wishes youâd been able to see the grin on his face when heâd picked out the cutest little tail and ears to match.
he never considered how much heâd enjoy seeing you in the outfit, maybe even more than you, the lace hugging your body as you whimper and whine so cutely for him. if anything, he knows he's definitely going to get his money's worth out of your pretty costume set, because he's already planning out in his mind the next time you'll get to do this together.
you hum his name softly and it brings him out of his head, looking down at your hazy expression. this is still sort of new to him, but heâll figure out how to handle it. heâs good at that.
âdo you wanna lay down?â he asks, fingers tracing up and down your sides and gently toying with the fabric of your bra as he holds you against his body.
you hum in agreement and turn over in his arms, letting him slowly guide you onto your back as he hovers on his hands and knees above you.
you tug at your ears headband and toss it away, and instinctively his hands begin smoothing over your hair to carefully massage your scalp. âuncomfy?â he asks as your eyes flutter shut, a sweet smile on your face at his soothing touch.
âafter a while, yeah,â you say softly, leaning your head into his fingertips. you open your eyes slowly, finding his face just inches above yours. âiâm still your bunny?â you ask a little shyly, watching his gaze.
he smiles and leans up to kiss your nose, a habit of his that now means so much more. âmhm. cutest bunny iâve ever met. and sheâs all mine.â
you can feel his throbbing cock resting atop your stomach, and you sigh out his name, reaching up to pull him down to meet your lips. âminghaoâŠâ you lift your hips a little, whimpering quietly in response when he groans from the pressure.
âready to go again?â he breathes, and at your nod he positions his cock back at your entrance, pushing in slowly. the stretch is easy this time and it doesnât take long before he bottoms out again, bending over you to leave kisses all over your face as you readjust to him.Â
you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, whining softly as you squeeze his bicep to try to get him to move. even just having him completely still inside of you feels incredible, but you're eager for more, almost insatiable for him. you don't want this to end just yet.
âgodââ he chokes out, thrusting once into you so deep that it makes your head spin. âi'm gonna cum if you keep doing that. not gonna last much longer.â
maybe heâs delirious from so much in one night, but minghao swears you clench harder when he says that. you shake your head, trying to pull him even closer. âdonât care. just want you to fill me up, please?â
he lets out another groan, long and low as he pushes his hips in and out in a slow but steady rhythm. âoh, is that what you want? you want me to breed you? pretty bunny wants to be full of my cum?â
between his dirty talk and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you, your mind goes blank, and all you can manage is a squeak and a nod and a prayer that heâll figure it out, how badly you want him to do exactly that. despite everything heâs already given you tonight, youâre absolutely desperate for it, and if you could recall words and sentences right now you wouldâve started begging him like your life depended on it.
luckily for you he knows you just as well as he says he does, because he adjusts his hips and thrusts deeper into you, his cock angled upwards to hit you just right with every stroke as filthy words spill from his lips.
âgonna fuck you so full,â he huffs, and you stare wide eyed at the sweat dripping down his cheekbones as he pounds you into the mattress. âtaking it so well, gonna breed you like my bunny deserves, stuff you so full. my pretty little bunny, always so desperate for meâŠâ
he doesn't stop, his words beginning to ramble as he focuses all his energy on thinking about your pretty eyes and the sweet, fucked out look on your face that he knows you always get when he cums inside of you because he knows how much you love it.
âplease⊠please,â you whimper, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders so tight, and you know he's right at the edge. each stroke fills you completely, and the pressure from both his cock and the plug still inside you makes you dizzy with pleasure.
minghao buries his face in your collarbone, biting down to muffle his groans as he cums. your own mouth falls open in a gasp as you feel his cock jerk against your walls, pulsing with each thick rope of cum he releases inside. his breath catches in his throat and forces his cock deeper, his pelvis firmly pressed against yours as far in as he can possibly go.Â
with shaky hands and even shakier breaths, you wrap your arms around him and hold his head against your chest, your heart still racing as you come down together. he doesn't try to pull out yet, laying down on top of you and letting his weight cover you. you whimper softly as you feel his cum seeping out of you, running down the backs of your thighs.Â
after a minute he sighs, looking up at you to make sure you're still okay. âwas that alright?â he asks, but your lazy grin tells him all he needs to know.
âlove, hey.â he tilts your chin to make you look at him, brushing his thumb against your cheek to make sure you're paying attention. âpromise me one thing. next time, just tell me if there's something you wanna try. okay?â he says. his tone is still quiet and gentle, but you can tell he's serious.Â
as fun as it is to play this game, he'd much rather you just come to him and talk about it, even if you think it's silly or stupid. he knows it's hard to talk about things you want, but he feels comfortable enough to tell you anything and he hopes one day you'll feel the same, without him having to pry.
âmhm,â you hum sincerely, smiling in contentment at the soft feeling of his fingers on your skin. âi will.â
despite your mumbled voice he can tell you're being genuine with him, and he rewards you with a gentle kiss.
you giggle and run your fingers through his hair, basking in the warm, fuzzy feeling that radiates both inside and out. âso⊠next time you're gonna wear the outfit, right?â
he laughs and kisses you again, happy that you seem so satisfied after everything. âwell, that depends on whether or not you've been a good bunny.â
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Periods Suck | S.R.
this is inspired by lenaleechi on instagram's comic about hating periods as well as the gif above because it gives me mad baby fever so i guess this is season 4 softdom!spencer x gn!afab!bau!reader plus a blink and you'll miss it buffy the vampire slayer reference
content warning: breeding kink and period sex [i'm too stoned to think of any others but if you think of them please add them (kindly) in the replies and i'll add them in later :)]
this is smut, minors dni pls and thank you
"...fuck this, fuck everything and everyone, I am done, I quit," I ramble as I open the door to my apartment and kick off my dress shoes that were painfully squeezing my toes, just adding to my frustration. This case had been particularly mild compared to others but I couldn't help but be in a mood due to the littlest things done by the (admittedly innocent) local police officers. I was so relieved to finally go home and get to sleep in my own bed and curl up with a heating pad and my boyfriend with a Doctor Who marathon.
"Deep breaths, (y/n)," I hear from behind me in a soft, soothing tone as gentle hands come down to rub my shoulders from behind. I know heâs well aware whatâs causing me to be in such a shitty mood. His pattern recognition skills are off the chart and while he never outright said anything to me about it he'd always be prepared with hot water bottles and chocolate when this time of the month rolled around. I turn around and bury my face into his chest with a sigh.
"I hate periods, Spencer. They suck," I whine with a sigh, my voice muffled by the knit fabric of his cardigan.
"I know, love," he sighs above me, resting his cheek on my forehead and wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry there's not more I could do to help."
"You're helping already," I sigh again, but this time out of contentment as we sway side to side in the entry way. "I wish there was a way I could just, like, stop having them," I mutter, my face returning to the soft fibers that I had come to find so comforting over the years.
Spencer's voice is muffled against my hair as he mutters, "That may be something I can assist you with." I don't even need to see his face to imagine the grin spread across it. Lately, he had been subtly expressing his desire for children, but after JJ gave birth to Henry, his hints have become more pressing. And technically, it was all because of me.
The night was a blur of celebration and drinks, as Emily and Garcia joined me in raising our glasses to toast the occasion. But as we were caught up in the joy of the moment, I couldn't help but let slip that after seeing the pure happiness on Spencer's face at the sight of his godchild a spark ignited within me, igniting a fierce case of baby fever that threatened to consume me entirely. Garcia, the horrible traitor that she is, had messaged a video of my confession to Spencer before I had even finished talking and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing with pictures from Spencer himself - tiny onesies and miniature sneakers - accompanied by words like, âjust imagine a little genius of our own running around our home in this.â
Without changing his stance, he starts off on one of his typical Spencer Reid rants. "Did you know that scientific research has indicated that orgasms can alleviate menstrual cramps? It's due to the release of endorphins and muscular contractions which help relax the uterine lining," he explains with a slight hint of arousal in his tone, "not only does it address your discomfort, but it also takes care of your other request at the same time."
"We could start trying now, if you want," he suggests with a playful tone, though the subtle hint of desire in his voice sends a jolt of anticipation down my spine and settles between my thighs, igniting a fervent ache. Oh. Oh.
I finally turn my head to meet his gaze, and I am met with intense desire radiating from his eyes. His pupils are dilated, and he licks his lips before gently tracing a finger along my cheek and following up with a soft, "what do you think?"
I interrupt him by pulling his face towards mine, and our lips meet in a soft kiss. Suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall with the command to "jump," and my legs automatically wrap around Spencer as he lifts me up by my ass. Our lips met in a hungry yet tender kiss.
Our breaths come in ragged gasps as he pulls away to meet my gaze, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I eagerly nod, my heart racing and anticipation building. Our lips collide once more, the heat between us intensifying as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace. The world fades into the background as our bodies meld together, consumed by desire. He sets me down and guides me to our bedroom by the hand, giggling slightly with excitement. I know he wants kids and we have discussed having them together in the future but the giddiness of the grown ass man in front of me ends up drawing a giggle from my own throat as well.
As we enter the bedroom, he stoops down to give me a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He grabs an old black towel I use for dyeing my hair and returns, laying it down on the bed and patting it lightly. He sends me sweet smile full of adoration as he whispers, "after you, my love."
I stumble towards the light switch and turn it off before making my way over to the bed. I take off my top and lay down, the darkness giving me a sense of privacy. Suddenly, I hear a soft sound from Spencer as he walks away. The lights flick back on, and he quickly closes the distance between us with just two steps. Before I can even cover myself up in the glare of the harsh light, he's already crawling on top of me.
"You're so gorgeous," he beams at me again before leaning in to kiss me gently, lowering his hips to rest between my legs as they wrap back around his hips instinctively as he begin peppering kisses all over my face and drawing endless laughs from my mouth, "I'm," kiss, "so," kiss, "lucky," kiss, "to," kiss, "have," kiss, "you."
He moves back, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they kiss and caress my skin. My jaw trembles under the soft brush of his lips, before he slowly trails kisses down to my throat. I can't help but let out a moan as his lips touch the sensitive skin there. His body presses against mine, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against my hypersensitive center. Every move, every touch, sends electric shivers through my body, igniting a primal desire within me.
My body aches with desire as I struggle to catch my breath. "Please remove your clothing now," I manage to say between deep, passionate kisses. Spencer eagerly strips down and helps me out of my own clothes before settling back between my legs. His arousal presses against the wetness between my thighs, adding to the intense heat building inside me.
"I've been craving this all week, sweetness," he mutters against my neck as he sucks feverishly at the skin, leaving love bites in his wake. "Craving you and your beautiful body." I have no idea how he managed to get me from wildly upset to wildly horny in such a short time, but instead of questioning it, I just let out a moan as I grind my hips against him, begging for his cock to enter me. He continues to tease me by rubbing the tip against my wet slit.
âP-please, Spence,â I whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of lust I had become quickly lost within.
Spencer's eyes flicker with desire as he holds himself over me, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head. "Say it again," he growls, rubbing his erection against my aching center.
"P-please," I beg, my voice shaking with need.
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
"As you wish," he murmurs before slowly sliding inside me. I gasp at the intense pleasure that washes over me, causing my body to arch off the bed and my nails to dig into his back. He begins to move in slow, deep thrusts, filling me completely and igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume every inch of my being.
As our bodies meld together in a blazing inferno, time itself seems to cease to exist. Every touch of Spencer's fingers sends shivers of ecstasy coursing through me, while each caress of his lips against mine ignites a fire within. Our movements are fluid and perfect, each one bringing us closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. I am consumed by an overwhelming sensation, my senses heightened to their limits as our passion reaches an almost unbearable intensity. It feels as though this moment could stretch on for eternity, and I never want it to end. In this single moment, there is nothing else but the all-consuming desire between us, and I give myself completely to it.
My heart pounds against my ribs as Spencer's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with the same ferocity and desire that burns within me. He gives me a wicked grin, and I can feel my resolve crumble as the insatiable hunger consumes me. "You want to have my baby?" he gasps, and all I can respond with is a loud, whorish moan, entirely unable to form any words as his hips start to move ever so slightly faster.
He surges forward, his body fusing with mine in a wild, primal dance. Our movements become more frenzied, our bodies slamming together with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. My breath comes in short gasps as Spencer's relentless thrusts coax an orgasm out of me. My muscles tense, my hips bucking against him, seeking the sweet release from the intense pleasure building up inside of me.
Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word sends me higher and higher, my body arching and bucking beneath him in a frenzy of ecstasy.
Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to drive into me, his gaze burning with an intensity that matches the fire inside us both. His hands grip my hips tightly, never losing rhythm as he thrusts into me and coaxes that sweet release from me. My body trembles and shakes with each surge, and I can feel the orgasm building, growing stronger and more intense with each passing second.
A low, guttural moan escapes from Spencer's lips as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster. I can feel him growing more desperate, and I know that he's close to his own release.
The pleasurable ache between my legs intensifies, and I know that I'm about to reach that peak. I let out a helpless whimper as the pleasure was threatening to overtake me, and I feel as though I'm being pulled into a vortex of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still, and I'm lost in the moment, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
The bed creaks and groans with our passionate lovemaking, the sound echoing in my ears as I reach for the pinnacle of pleasure. Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine, and I see the same intensity in them that I feel in my own being. We're one, united in our desire for each other, and nothing else matters in this world.
His thrusts become harder and faster, the tip of his erection brushing against the most sensitive part of me with every stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel the orgasm building within me, growing stronger with each passing second. I cling to Spencer, my nails digging into his back as I beg him to take me over the edge.
âGonna fill you up,(Y/N),â Spencer moans, âeveryone will know who you belong to once youâre â oh fuck â carrying my fucking baby inside you.â His words send me falling over the edge and I can feel myself slipping away, my mind consumed by the intense pleasure reaching it's peak as my hips buck wildly.
Time seems to stand still as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every caress, every whispered word fueling the fire that burns within us. The pleasure is all-consuming, coursing through my veins and reaching every cell in my body. I let out a series of orgasmic moans bordering on screams and Spencer smiles down at me wickedly, his eyes never leaving mine as his thrusts become harder and more disjointed as his own orgasm looms on the horizon. His moans grow louder and louder as the feeling of slight overstimulation makes me clench even tighter around his throbbing cock as he reaches his breaking point.
"Please, Spencer," I whisper, "make me yours, sir. P-please, please put a baby in me!"
Finally, with one last deep thrust, Spencer moans loudly and shudders above me, his body rigid as he loses himself in the pleasure of a release he had been building up to for what felt like an eternity. As Spencer's body shudders above mine, I can feel the warmth of his release filling me up, an earth-shattering feeling that takes my breath away. We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Finally, with a contented sigh, Spencer pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me.
I snap back to reality, my mind reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. I can feel the stickiness between my legs, a reminder of the incredible moment we just shared. The room is still, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the rhythmic beating of our hearts. I reach over to grab the bedside table, searching for a tissue to clean myself up.
"Spencer?" I say softly, my voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" he replies, still out of breath.
I flash him a saucy grin, "I think we'll have to make sure we keep trying this before my next period so I won't have to suffer through another one, for a while." I joked, while playfully poking his chest.
He chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, "I think that's a great idea, my love." I couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a burst of warmth spread through my body.
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{Ellie Williams x Reader}
Summary: Being in love with your best friend has got to be one of the most emotionally exhausting things someone can experience, so itâs time you put your foot down and moved onâŠ.at least, try to move on
an: God it almost feels wrong to just come back after so long without a continuing chapter to what Iâve been working on, pls donât be mad at me đ”âđ«. Iâve been really busy you guys! I just got home yesterday and while I know youâve all be asking for other things, I just havenât been feeling super inspired to continue them RIGHT NOW, and I feel thatâs why Iâve been MIA for so long. While I say Iâm not inspired to continue them right now, that doesnât mean Iâm abandoning them! I will be coming back to them donât worry! For now, I hope this little angsty fic is enough for you all, and I hope youâve stuck around to read it, and if you havenât, thatâs okay too. Anyways, Iâve missed you all so much, and I hope you like this one đ€đ€đ€.
Warnings: ANGST!!! Eventual smut in future chapters, Ellie is an oblivious idiot, Quiet!reader, momentary alternative love interest (itâs just for the story I promise đ), jealous!Ellie, possessive!Ellie, Please let me know if I missed anything!
Part 2 can be read, here!
The warm glow of your tv screen became blurry with each passing second. You could barely make out the erratic movements of the video game characters beating each other to a pulp as Ellieâs fingers tapped away at the buttons on the game controller, soft huffs leaving here lips ever so often. âFucking dick..â She mumbled under her breath, eyebrows knit in deep concentration, eyes almost growing watery from her lack of blinking.
You on the other hand, you were nearly fast asleep. Cuddled into your sofa, resting your head against a pillow that was propped up against the arm of the couch, a plush blanket draped over your body as you watched your best friend control a scantily clad character to violently fight the opposite person.
This was tradition for you and Ellie. Sheâd come over, you would force her to study with you because she was often too stubborn to do it without you, youâd order shitty take out, watch her play video games, and then youâd fall asleep. It always ended with her dragging you to your bedroom, staying with you for a bit before she left, and then in the morning, sheâd be waiting for you outside your apartment to go to school together.
And that was life, life with your best friend that is. It had been that way since you were practically babies, your routines changing and adapting to whatever phase of life you were both in within that moment, but it was always more or less the same. And you couldnât complain, you wouldnât change it for the world.
Not even if you were given the chance to have her as something more.
Ellie had always been a charmer, and unfortunately, the extent of her charming demeanor had made its way to you. It was something you noticed early on, as soon as you were able to decipher feelings of love, you were able to link those with Ellie. When people would explain love to you, or youâd see it in others, you thought of Ellie. You realized quickly after that though, that Ellie was your best friend, and feelings would greatly complicate the long history that you two had together.
And so, you swallowed them down.
It wasnât like it was painful or anything. Sure, seeing Ellie with other girls wasnât great, but you coped. Life went on, and you promised yourself youâd never let your feelings get in the way of Ellieâs life, your life, or your friendship.
âManâŠIâd let Mileena rip my head off any dayâŠâ Ellie sighed out, the girl never a stranger to gawking at the make believe video game characters in her favorite games. You let out a sleepy hum, giving her a nod as you cuddled further into the couch, not fully able to comprehend your friends words due to your sleepy state.
The sounds you made caught Ellieâs attention, causing her to sit forward a bit so she could catch a glimpse of your nearly sleeping face. She chuckled softly, shaking her head a bit as she reached forward for the controller, turning off the console followed by the tv before she stood up, taking your hand in hers and pulling you slightly.
âYou have the energy of a seventy year old womanâŠcome on, letâs get you to bed grandmaâ she teased, and it only causes you to whine softly. The couch is so comfortable, and youâre more than happy with sleeping there for the night just so you didnât have to move and lose the blissful drowsy feeling that came with the sounds of Ellie playing Mortal Kombat lulling you to sleep.
âIâm fine hereâŠâ You tried, knowing that she wouldnât settle for you sleeping there on the couch all night. And she didnât need to be told twice, she let out a soft hum, one that almost sounded like sheâd leave you there, but suddenly youâre being lifted off of the couch, into Ellieâs strong chest, even stronger arms wrapping around your body, which once again caused you to whine.
No matter how tired you were, how close to sleep, you canât ignore the burning fire in your chest when she holds you like this. Even though being Ellieâs friend was the furthest thing from painful, it was times like this that it got a little too hard. Ellie was always a very affectionate person, especially with people she was close to, and you happened to be at the top on that list.
So, when sheâd do things like this, pull you up into her arms and carry you to bed, or slip her arms around your waist and spoon you from behind when you were watching movies together, or when sheâd pull you close to her when you were in a crowded room, it was easy to imagine how things would be if it were different, if you were able to have her in the way you wanted.
Only for a moment though.
Ellie hummed softly as she gently rested you on your bed, making sure to pull your socks off because she knew youâd kick them off in your sleep anyways, and pull the blanket, not the duvet, over your body because it was how you preferred to sleep. She knew exactly what to do with you, and it always made your heart tug.
She smiled softly down at you, watching as your heavy eyes grew even heavier once your head hit your soft pillows. She gave your elbow a gentle nudge before she turned off the lights in your room, closed the door, and left your apartment.
And even though you were already falling asleep, you couldnât ignore the urge you had to ask her to stay. The urge you always had to ask her to stay with you.
You let out a soft yawn, rubbing your eyes a bit before you began writing down in your notebook again. Your headphones played soft music into your ears, the blessing of a noise cancelling headset always making it easy to study in your college library, for a moment, pretending as if you were the only one there.
Until Ellie showed up.
She gently pulled one side of your headset up, her lips close to your ear as she approached you. âHey strangerâ she giggled softly, causing you to whine as you pulled the headset down to rest against your neck. You gave your friend a soft smile as you set your pen down, watching as she promptly took the seat next to you and tossed her bag onto the table.
âHey yourselfâŠcame all the way to the library to see me?â You teased her, propping your elbows onto the table and resting your head against your hands as you watched her slump down into her chair, oversized hoodie hanging on her broad shoulders, light washed denim jeans hanging loose on her hips, short hair lazily tugged up into her signature half up half down ponytail, pretty strands falling down and framing her face perfectly.
God she was a fucking dream.
Ellie groaned softly, her head falling back as she blew air past her lips, staring up at the ceiling of the library. âI have time between classesâŠso I came to bother my favorite little scholarâ She hummed out, giving you a lazy grin as she turned her head back towards you, causing you to roll your eyes at her words.
âYou know, you could use this time to studyâ you try, narrowing your eyes at her playfully, which causes her to roll her eyes right back at you. âAhhh, please. Youâre probably the only one here that actually does that shitâ she hummed out, which causes you to shrug, closing your books and stacking them upon one another. âTrue, but I have the grades to show for itâ you nod to herself before you push your things to the side, turning back to your friend and giving her your attention.
âSo? Whatâs happening. You look like youâre just itching to tell me somethingâ you smirked softly, knowing your friend all too well. Whenever became fidgety, or absolutely needed to find you, there was something on her mind.
Ellie smirked softly, staring down at her ring clad fingers before she let out a soft hum, purposefully keeping you waiting with anticipation before she began speaking.
âDo you think Sofia is into girls?â
For a moment, the twinkle in your eye, and the soft smile on your lips as you watch your best friend drops completely. Youâre glad she isnât looking, because youâre sure anyone would be able to see the visible disappointment written on your face as soon as she says it. You only let it fall for a moment though, because youâre immediately collecting yourself, picking yourself up off the ground and giving your friend a soft, reassuring nod.
âHas being straight ever stopped a girl from being into you Ellie?â You tease her, recalling the frequent times girls claimed they were straight, yet somehow always ended up chasing after Ellie after theyâve had one too many drinks.
Ellie groans softly, shaking her head as she sits forward a bit. âNo manâŠI donât wanna just hook up with her..or..or be her fantasy or something. I wannaâŠask her out or somethingâ she mumbled out, cheeks burning red as she toyed with the shiny rings on her fingers. You blink a few times, trying to find the right words to encourage your friend to do it, to pursue whoever it was that she wanted.
No matter how much the words tasted bitter on your tongue.
âWellâŠask her, or you can ask around? A close friend of hers would definitely know if she was interested in girls or notâ you tried again, watching as your friend frowned in concentration, eyebrows furrowed, green eyes narrowed.
Whoever this girl was, Ellie was doing her head in over herâŠ.
It almost bothered you that this was your first time hearing about her.
âYou think? Iâve justâŠIâve had my eye on her for a while and I think Iâm ready to finally make a move, you know?â She sighed out, and you nod slowly, giving her a soft smile paired with a reassuring nod.
âThen go for it, Els. The worst she can say is no, and even then, there are plenty of other fish in the seaâ you assure her. Because itâs true, Ellie never stayed single for long. There were always girls interested in her, or her them, and it wasnât long until she was introducing you to a new, pretty girl that sheâd have on her arm for the next however many months.
She smiled softly as she nodded, your words clearly getting through to her, as they always did. She gives a determined nod, moving to stand up from the chair she was sat at. âYouâre damn right there isâŠhey, Iâm gonna try to find someone to talk to, but Iâll catch you later, yeah?â She nods, slinging her bag over one of her shoulders, already walking away from the table as her eyes never left yours.
You give her a soft nod, eyes lingering on her form as you let out a low hum. âAlwaysâ you confirm, knowing that it was true. Youâd always be there when Ellie needed you.
She beamed back at you, giving you a nod. You could practically see the excitement shining off of her body, seeping through her pores. âAnd Iâll catch you this weekend! Your place!â She shouted, causing your eyes to widen at her volume, the other students instantly shushing her. You give her a quick nod, your hands fanning away as you shoo her out of the library, a soft giggle leaving your lips.
You ignore the little cracks in your heart, because the smile on her face makes up for it. You know itâll pass, you know this is merely a phase of your life that youâll look back on and laugh at once youâve found the person that was right for you, one that filled up the little holes that Ellie left in your heart.
And oh how you couldnât wait for that day to come.
You donât see Ellie that following weekend.
In fact, the last time you actually saw her was that day in the library, with the few times you saw her in and out of classes that the two of you shared.
Ellie ended up talking to Sofia that same day, and it turns out she was interested in girls. From the texts that she sent you that night, she was raving about the day that they had set up after hours of talking out in the courtyard. She tells you sheâs sorry, that she canât make it out to your place for your routine weekend together, and you tell her itâs fine, to have fun and tell you all about the date the next morning.
And suddenly, you canât remember the last time you spent more than five minutes with your best friend.
You text here and there, and she catches you outside of class when you happen to make it there at the same time sometimes, but you donât really have lunch together anymore like you always do, you donât sit outside in the courtyard to kill time between classes together, she doesnât visit you in the library, all of those things just suddenly stop.
And then she tells you, sheâs dating Sofia.
She tells you they made it official after the first four dates, and at first you feel itâs a bit fast, but you realize they spend all of the time that you and Ellie used to spend together, with each other instead, and it suddenly makes sense. Ellie had a girlfriend now, and it was the explanation for the sudden lack of her presence, the absence of your best friend on weekends. While you stared at your tv screen alone, she was with Sofia.
And you were happy for her, of course you were happy, why wouldnât you be? She was your best friend and she had gotten the girl she wanted for so long, just as you expected she wouldâŠ
But the happiness you felt for her lived alongside the sadness that you felt. The two emotions becoming tenants in the home that was your heart, sitting across one another, glaring at each other as they battled for control of you, controlling how you dealt with the situation, how you coped with the sudden disappearance of your best friend.
So, you didnât give either one control, you ignored them both after a while, and you simply carried on as if nothing had ever happened.
Ellie really was the only person you occupied any free time with, opting to be with her rather than anyone else, because it felt good. You liked it when it was just you and Ellie, it was easy, and it was easy to not overthink things and simply be, rather than worry about how you were behaving.
So without her, you simply did all the things you did with her, just on your own.
Ellie tried to make time for you, while juggling the escapades that come with the early stages of a relationship, you couldnât take that away from her, but you saw how hard it was. You didnât want her to feel bad, or feel like she was neglecting you, or her friendship, even if she sort of was. You convinced her it was fine, that she deserved to enjoy her new relationship, and that it needed more attention than your friendship ever would, not right now at least.
And Sofia was great. She was beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and after meeting her a few times, you considered her to be somewhat of a big sister figure. Seeing her made it clear to understand just why Ellie was so keen on taking her off the market as soon as she could.
But that seemed to make it even harder to deal with.
It was on days like this one where it hit you a bit harder, Ellieâs absence. You didnât mind being alone, but walking to and from classes without her constant banter and jokes definitely wasnât the best, and heading out to the cafes for lunch was far too quiet on your own, but, you prevailed.
You were making your way out of your third and last class for the day, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder. The week was finally closing in, and you couldnât be happier. You yearned for the warmth of your home, your cozy little bed, your favorite mug filled with your favorite hot chocolate, it called to you as you pushed past the large doors of your college building, making your way out to the brisk outdoors of your campus.
The sound of quickening footsteps behind you was almost drowned out as you took your headphones from behind your neck, and began setting them onto your head. A hand suddenly pulled them down, forcing them back around your neck, which caused your eyebrows to furrow as you turned around to see who in their right mind would try to fuck with a girl and her music.
You almost passed out when you were met face to face with your best friend.
Seeing her made you realize just how long it had been since you saw her. You tried convincing herself it had only been a few weeks, but you found it hard to remember the last time you were staring up into those big green eyes, and not imagining them instead.
Your frown was quickly replaced with a soft smile, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you stared up at Ellie. âEllieâŠgodâŠI was ready to start throwing punchesâ you joked, pulling your headset from around your neck and pushing them down into your beg before you looked back up at her.
Ellie chuckled softly, watching as you went about putting your things away. Her smile was so bright, eyes twinkling, cheeks red, all signs that pointed towards the same thing.
Ellie Williams was properly smitten.
âIâve been looking for you, dorkâŠyouâre always hiding these daysâ she groaned out, which caused you to hum softly, giving her a slight shrug. âBeen busy studying ElsâŠIâm sorryâ you tried, giving her a half smile.
Knowing that your studying was not the cause of the divide in your friendship, and neither was it you hiding.
She pouted softly, stepping forward so that you two could walk together. âI miss youâŠâ She hummed out, staring down at the Nikes on her feet, nearly swallowed up by her baggy jeans. Her words make your heart tug as you stare up towards the large trees, swaying with the autumn wind, sun peeking in between the thick foliage of the leaves.
âHow are you And Sof? Things going well?â You questioned, opting to ignore the way you heart beat faster when she said she missed you. You were also genuinely curious, you wanted to hear more about Ellieâs relationship, you wanted her to confide in you and trust you as anyone else would trust their best friend with their relationship.
Ellie instantly smiled bashfully at the mention of the girl, a soft hum leaving her lips as she nodded. âFuckâŠsheâs amazing, man. Sheâs like a fucking dream, I swear, Iâm honestly not sure what Iâve done to deserve herâ she sighed out, voice sounding so dreamy and love sick, you canât help but smile.
âYou like herâŠdonât you? I meanâŠyouâre my best friend, your approval is one thatâs pretty fucking important to meâ she chuckled out as she looked over at you, head dipping down a bit to try and her a glimpse of your down casted face, her hands shoved into her pocket.
Her words make you hum, and youâre giving her a soft smile as you look up at her. Her expression is written with one that is concerned, concerned that you approve of her relationship, that you think sheâs making the right move with Sofia.
And you know in that moment, you have the power to break it all. You have the power to rip things to shreds, just by telling Ellie you think Sofia isnât the right girl for her, because you know sheâll listen to you. You know sheâll take your feelings into consideration, because she trusts you.
âI think sheâs perfect for you, Ellieâ you breath out, giving her a reassuring smile.
Because just as much as you know you have the power to be horrible, and rip everything away from them both, Ellie doesnât deserve that, and neither does Sofia. They donât deserve to hurt for the sake of your feelings, at the expense of what you feel for Ellie.
And the smile you see your best friend shoot your way makes it all worth it, because itâs like sheâs been waiting for those words to leave your lips to go all the way, to give herself to Sofia completely and give into her as she wanted to this entire time.
âFuckâŠyou donât know how happy that makes meâ she sighs out, looking up towards the sky and letting her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep inhale, and you know sheâs truly happy.
And that makes you happy.
âHey, are you busy next weekend? Thereâs a party Sof and I are going to, you should come with usâ she says as she looks down towards you. You know itâs a bad idea, because it means youâll third wheel the entire night, tucked away in a corner to avoid watching them make out all night long until itâs time to go home, where youâll be just as miserable there as you are in your house.
But you know Ellie wonât take no for an answer.
You let out a soft sigh before you give her a nod, paired with a half smile, and sheâs already cheering loudly, causing people around you to stare, and you groan softly as you give her a gentle shove, urging her to stop.
âIâll text you the details! Sof and I will pick you upâ she confirmed, and you give her a soft giggle before you nod. âGet out of hereâŠIâll see you thenâ you promise, and sheâs smiling brightly as she begins walking away.
And despite the fact that itâs the first time youâve talked to her in far too long, and it was mainly about her girlfriend, you canât ignore the way your heart ignites for that small interaction on its own, and the excitement you feel knowing you have plans with her in the near future.
Itâll be fine, you remind yourself. It always has been, and it always will be. And with that, you made your way home.
The following week, is when you met Alex.
You were making your way to your first class of the day, the early morning sun shining down on you, giving you only a bit of warmth from the brisk air that swirled around you and the other students scattered about within the large courtyard that served as a main point sprouting out to all other campus buildings.
Your eyes were trained on your feet, a habit you had that had caused you to run into many people, many times. It was an easy way for you to stay deep in thought, focusing on the way your shoes sounded hitting the pavement with each steps, watching as they crunched against leaves.
âExcuse me?â A soft voice broke you away from your locked gaze on your feet, your eyes blinking a few times as you looked up to figure out who it was that was trying to get your attention.
When you laid eyes on the person looking at you, you nearly passed out.
It was a girl, she was tall, with pretty eyes and a charming smile. Her jacket hung loosely on her shoulders, bag draped over one of her arms, a paper in one of her hands. Her features were strong, yet soft at the same time, mixing together both masculine and feminine and almost making your mind go completely blank as her beautiful eyes stared into yours.
âUmâŠcould you help me? Itâs my first day and Iâm sort of lostâ she chuckled out bashfully, her hand reaching up to run through her hair as she tried handing you the paper in her hand. You simply blinked a few times, watching the girl almost in awe as she stared down at you, before you realized you were in fact gawking at this woman.
You cleared your throat, giving her a quick nod before you giggled. âYes! YeaâŠsorry..IâŠcan I?â You question as you gestured towards the paper, which caused her to chuckle softly and nod as she handed it to you.
Your eyes scanned over the paper, furrowing a bit in concentration before you zeroed in on the first class she has in her schedule, and it made you smile.
âOh, thatâs where Iâm going! You must be the new transfer student the professor was talking aboutâ you explain, your heart beating a bit faster as you come to the conclusion that not only is this insanely hot girl speaking to you, but sheâs also in your first class of the day.
She smiles brightly, pearly white teeth flashing your way as she raises her eyebrows. âNo wayâŠwould you mind if I walked with you then?â She hums out, eyeing you carefully before you look up at her from the paper, giving her a shy smile as you nod. âI wouldnât mind at allâŠcome onâ
You learn that her name is Alex, and that she was supposed to start the semester with everyone else, but there were issues with her documents so she had to transfer instead. The entire way to class, you take your time together, strolling along the pathways and hallways of your school, getting to know one another. You realize that although itâs your first conversation with her, you feel as comfortable with her as you do withâŠ
As you do with Ellie.
When you realize that, you realize that youâd gone the longest without thinking about Ellie than you had in a long time. Alex takes her off your mind completely, because sheâs pretty, and her smile makes you swoon, and being with her feels comfortable.
And you reckon you could get used to it.
When you both finally reach your classroom, there are students scattered about, waiting for the professor to arrive and for the lecture to start. You hum softly as you look over at your usual seat, turning around to look up at Alex. âI sit over thereâŠthereâs an empty right next to me if you wantâ you suggest.
The empty seat used to be taken up by Ellie before she started dating Sofia.
Alex smiles brightly as she nods before you can even finish your words, and that alone prompts you to grab her hand and drag her along through all of the seats to get to the two seats tucked away in the corner, the ones you used to look forward to making your way to almost every day that you had class.
When you two are settled, you fall into a comfortable conversation, your head resting against your hand as you listen to her speak. She tells you about her old school, about her favorite books and movies, her favorite music. Youâre so caught up in the conversation with AlexâŠ
That you donât even notice Ellie walk into the room.
She walks in as she usually does these days, laughing softly at something Sofia said, her arm draped around the girls waist, keeping her close. Had it been any other day, she wouldâve made her way down to the usual seats in the front that she has recently taken with Sofia, but the sound of our laugh quickly catches her attention.
At first, she realizes she hasnât heard the loud sound in quite some time. The only thing sheâd received from you in the small moments she shared with you were tiny giggles, or small hums, but never that deep, belly laugh that she loved so much.
Then, when she looks at you, head tilting back as you cover your lips, laughing loudly at something she was oblivious to, her eyes finally fall on the person your body is turned towards. A head of short hair and a leather clad, broad back is turned towards her, and suddenly Ellie is frowning.
Because that seat, is hers.
Ellie gives Sofias waist a soft tap, mumbling for her to wait for her at their seats as she presses a soft kiss to her cheek, green eyes never leaving you and Alex as she continues to make you laugh uncontrollably.
She doesnât think about much, other than the annoyance she feels that someone is in her seat, regardless of the fact that sheâd left that seat empty, leaving you alone for weeks on end. All she knows, is that she doesnât like that someone is sitting in her seat, she doesnât like that this is the first time sheâs heard you laugh in weeksâŠ..
And she sure as hell doesnât like that itâs this mystery person that is causing that laugh in the first place.
âI know! I canât believe you like that show too, I was convinced that-â your words are cut off by the dark, looking presence that is suddenly hanging over you and Alex. It makes you frown softly, looking up to find a very angry Ellie standing in front of both you and Alex.
âEllie? Hey! What are you doing here?â You question softly, unable to remember the last time youâd seen Ellie up there at those seats with you. The question is genuine, and for a moment you assume something might be wrong, but Ellieâs expression seems to be even more annoyed than when she first got there.
Instead, Ellie completely disregards your question, the girl annoyed with how innocent and genuine your words are, your big eyes blinking up at her with a twinge of worry as you await her reasoning for being there with you. She looks at Alex, her tongue pressing against her cheek before she nods her head towards the seat sheâs sitting in. âThatâs my seatâ she deadpans, not leaving any room for argument.
Alex raises her eyebrows, staring up at Ellie before she turns to you for a moment, humming casually as she gives a half shrug. âI was told no one sits here anymoreâ she hummed out, staring up at Ellie in a challenging manner. It causes Ellie to scoff softly, rolling her eyes before she inhales deeply, and you know itâs because sheâs trying to control her temper.
âWell I do, so you should find a different seatâ she barks back, her tone progressively becoming more and more irritated with Alex. Alex simply chuckles softly, clearly taking Ellie for a joke as she sighs out. âDoesnât have your name on itâŠso Iâm not going anywhereâ she finishes off, clearly done with the conversation with Ellie. Ellie raises her eyebrows, finally looking over at you as if to silently ask if youâre just going to let someone speak to your best friend that way.
And it annoys you to no end.
It annoys you because Ellie didnât care about the seat for the past however many weeks since sheâd been dating Sofia, you were sure it had been a good month at least, and suddenly she cares about it when someone is taking up the spot.
Taking up her spot.
You frown softly, staring up at your friend before you let out a soft sigh. âI think Sofia is waiting for you, Ellieâ you try, giving her a slight nod as if to remind her that her girlfriend was in fact waiting for her down at the bottom of the sea of chairs. You hope itâll clear her head, and whatever this sudden urge to come and check up on you with it. You see a flash of something ripple across her face, something you canât quite make out for a moment, but once you do, itâs clear as day.
Betrayal.
She inhales deeply, eyes never leaving yours, only when they dart over to Alex. She wants to stay and say more, try to get the idiot next to you to sit somewhere else, anywhere else, but suddenly youâre turning your attention back to Alex, a soft smile on your lips as you fall back into conversation with her as if Ellie wasnât standing right over the both of you. Ellie feels like she could burn a hole through the floorboards with how much it makes her seethe.
And the worst part is? She couldnât even understand why it made her feel that way.
Soon, sheâs stomping off like a child, down the stairs of the lecture room towards Sofia. She gives you an apologetic look from her spot at the bottom where she sits with Ellie, and it makes you so confused because why is she even looking at you that way? As if she was to blame for her girlfriends behavior? You give her a small smile back, and she turns around towards Ellie, her small hands rubbing the girls back gently as she bent her head down and pressed a soft kiss to her head.
You eye them for a moment, but your eyes donât linger like they used to. Youâre quickly looking back at Alex as she speaks to you, making you forget all about the very strange behavior your best friend just exhibited.
âSorry about thatâŠsheâsâŠsheâs great, I promise. Iâm sure you two would like each otherâ you nod, giving Alex a reassuring smile. Alex hums in response as she looks down at Ellie, her eyes narrowing down at her for a moment before she nods. âIâm sure we wouldâ she smiles out, and you can tell despite the rude interaction they just had, sheâs genuine, and she seems to want to know more about Ellie.
But you save that for later, because youâd much rather get to know Alex than talk about Ellie.
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sweet dreams
It should have been simple: boy meets girl then falls in love. Except everything only happened in his dreams. Can Theodore Nott bridge the gap between fantasy and reality to get the girl of his dreams?
Inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Guilty as Sin?
Theodore Nott x f!Reader
Warning: Fluff, some smut so 18+ only MDNI, characters are aged up. Uses a magical concept that deviates from canon.
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Prologue
The door creaked as you swung it open to leave The Three Broomsticks, eager to breathe in the cool evening air. You scrunched your nose as smoke invaded the fresh air you hoped for and turned towards the culprit, Theodore Nott. You didnât know him personally, but guys as popular as him did not need introduction.
He didnât notice you as he took another puff and the streetlamp cast him in a soft halo. It was not fair how some people could look so effortlessly gorgeous.Â
âWant one?â He reached out when he finally saw you staring, offering you his pack of cigarettes.
You huffed, âNo thanks, I was hoping for some fresh air.â
He simply shrugged and turned the other way, smoking in a different direction and out of your way.
You hoped the cool air could return some of your sobriety, but nothing was as effective as a good olâ near de*th experience. You looked up when you heard someone shrieking from the distance, growing louder and louder until you saw a broomstick zig zag across the sky that was quickly hurtling towards you and Theo.
Theo was quicker than you, holding his wand out and casting a spell just fast enough to redirect the impact to an open space. By the time you held your wand out, you had enough wits about you to cushion the witchâs fall.
You ran towards her to make sure she was fine. She laid on the ground as if she was peacefully sleeping, oblivious to the accident. You crouched beside her, arm outstretched to wake her when-
âOh bumbling broomstick!â She yelled out and sat upright. You yelped in surprise, yanking yourself back and landing on your bottom. Theo was there within seconds, offering you a hand.
You took it and it was unbelievably soft, his grip strong as he supported you back up from the ground. You registered the smell of alcohol and cigarettes with a subtle hint of expensive cologne. You wanted to take another whiff, but reminded yourself to focus.
âA - are you okay?â You turned back to strange woman, careful to keep your distance this time.
âThat chap knows sod all about wizard engineering. Mixing magic and muggle work - ridiculous!â she spat in disdain, dusting off her dress.
She turned around, catching your worried look and Theoâs stoic expression, noticing you both for the first time. âOh my, where are my manners?â She asked, straightening her back and introducing herself.
âIâm Miss Amelia Adams, thank you for rescuing me,â you shook hands and smiled at her politely, introducing yourselves in return.
Your eyebrows knit together as she fished around her bag, looking for something.
She beamed when she found it and held out a daisy for you. âTo properly thank you, please accept this flower,â she then leaned in conspiratorially, âit grants a wish.â
She winked before gathering herself and her âbumbling broomstickâ as she called it. âWell, Iâm off,â she declared, walking away as quickly as she had come before you had any chance to say goodbye.
You were stunned, holding the flower in your hand. You scoffed at the idea of wishes, the only way to get something is to go out there and take it. Hard work and strategy was far more effective than any wish. After a few moments of awkward silence, you turned to Theo. âThat wasâŠâ you trailed off, trying to find the right word.
âOdd,â he completed for you, just as stunned as you were.
âAre you okay?â You asked Theo. He grunts and you reassured him youâre fine in return.
âHave this flower, you saved us first. Thanks, by the way. You should get the wish,â you said casually, only half believing the mysterious Miss Amelia.
He accepted it and placed it in his coat, stoic expression still in place. When he said nothing else, you turned on your heels to go back to your friends in the pub.
You paused when Theo called after you as if saying goodbye as an afterthought. âSee you at school?â He said. It seems he recognized you too.
You turned around and gave him a friendly grin, âin your dreams,â you said in a playful tone. Despite being school mates, you and Theo revolved around different orbits. You experienced just enough failed relationships to know better than to start a friendship with Mr. Emotionally Unavailable.
He just smirked and watched you go before returning to his cigarette. Had he held the flower in his hand, he would have noticed it glow before bursting into tiny glitters, a wish about to come true.
That night, Theo first dreamt of you.
Main story, months later
The booming party music faded when Theo heard the familiar sound of your laughter. He shifted in the Slytherin common room couch as his entire focus gravitated towards you like you were the sun his planet revolved around.
It was always disorienting, he thought, to hear and see you somewhere outside his dreams. Mostly because you never looked his way here but in his dreams, youâve given him everything he ever needed and more.
He recalled the first words you ever said to him in his dream, âyou again?â
âIs that such a bad thing?â He asked with his boyish grin, amused. He wasnât used to seeing this reaction from others except for his friends.
He no longer remembered the rest of that conversation, but one minute you two were laughing at something silly and the next, he was tucked comfortably in bed. It was then he realized it was all a dream he could just laugh off and forget about. It was no longer funny by the third night he kept seeing you.Â
You both discussed how absurd this all was until you realized how fun it could also be. So you tested different ways you could take your power back and control the dream you found yourselves in. He discovered you were smart and funny, it warmed something in Theoâs heart that he did not care to examine.
Soon enough, he was flying with you through the sky, swerving through clouds as the stars blurred past like strings of fairy lights. You both flew like it was the most natural thing in the world, no broomsticks needed. He felt like a kid again, fearless and free.
One time, he went to a muggle amusement park you heard so many great things about. You rode on roller coasters and ferris wheels then ate candy floss. You would have gotten a fever the next day from all the sugar and shouting if not for the fact this all happened in your dreams. He had never felt happier.
On quiet nights, you laid on cool grassy hills enjoying the evening breeze. Sometimes, you watched sunsets on the beach while listening to the ocean waves. Those were his favorite days. You told him about your big plans and ambitions. He tried to stifle his smiles, but your energy was so infectious. The world felt bigger and brighter when he was around you.Â
Heâd tell you about his mother. How close they were before they were permanently separated. He said he kept her alive by remembering their happy moments that heâd tell you stories about. He also talked about his strained relationship with his father and how silly his friends were, but oh how heâd d*e for them.
He found himself spilling thoughts and secrets he could never tell anyone else. He stammered every now and then, not used to opening up, but you were so patient. He felt safe with you because youâre a good listener. Besides, wasnât he basically just talking to a figment of his imagination? He tried not to overthink it.
Theo felt the couch beside him dip as the familiar smell of smoke and cologne announced Mattheoâs presence. âWant to go for a smoke?â He asked with a smirk as he flashed a joint.
âLater, okay?â Theo replied distracted, his focus still on you.
A student rose from the couch and moved away as Lorenzo approached. Thanks to their popularity, the boys always seemed to find a convenient seat when they needed it. He joined the two with a grin, drinks in hand. Mattheo took in Enzoâs disheveled hair and loose tie. He accepted the drink and gave him a high five knowing he already had his conquest for the night. Theo accepted the drink and just held it.
âWhoâs the lucky girl?â Mattheo asked, taking a swig from his cup.
Enzo blushed and took a sip of his drink. âYou know I never kiss and tell.â
Mattheo rolled his eyes in response, âuntil youâre drunk enough.â He pushed Enzoâs cup back to his mouth. âCome on, drink up.â
Theo tuned out the conversation and he saw you dancing with your friends, your hips moving to the beat of the music. His eyes darkened as he remembered how those hips rocked into his. It didnât take long before you first kissed him under the stars when the conversation died down, simply because there was nothing else to say.
All other thoughts and sentiments could only be expressed in the way your fingers gripped his wavy hair, when he bit your bottom lip and you moaned against him. Before he knew it, you were reciting his name like a prayer even though it felt anything but sacred when he slammed his hips into your dripping cunt. He savoured the way your nails scratched his back. He didnât know until then how someoneâs grip could make him feel so wanted.
He always made sure you knew he how much he appreciated you:
âFuck, youâre taking me so well amore.âÂ
âIâll make you feel so good principessa, Iâll ruin you for anyone else.â
âYouâre so beautiful when youâre on your knees,â heâd say as he stuffed his hard length down your throat.
He memorized your shape and knew just where to touch you to be rewarded with your filthy moans and curses. He liked making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Loud screams, sheets gripped, chest heaving. He took delight in the way you came undone for him, your little whimpers were so cute he could not resist thrusting faster into you so he could feel you clench against his desperate cock again and again.
His favorite part was after he came inside you when you swiped your finger on your upper thigh and brought his spilled seed to your lips. You said you loved the way he tastes. He always said you could have as much as you want, he was all yours and you were his.
âTheo, mate?â Blaise called out to the unresponsive boy who gazed intently at the crowd.
He turned to Mattheo and narrowed his eyes, âhow much weed did you give him?â Blaise couldnât help but worry about his friends, it was exhausting really. Mattheo pushed Theo outside his comfort zone whereas Theo pulled Mattheo back in when he went to extremes. They always kept each other in check, but he was worried that balance could tip off at any moment.Â
âEasy on the accusation, heâs a big boy. He can do what he wants,â Mattheo replies defensively. âBesides he hasnât taken any green, heâs too high on that girl already. Been eye fucking her all night.âÂ
Mattheoâs harsh words finally cut through Theoâs daydreams and his jaw twitched in annoyance, âIâm not. You should talk about her more respectfully.â
Enzo chimed in, âyou know I hate agreeing with Mattheo, but heâs right.â Ignoring Mattheoâs de*th glare, he continued, âthereâs nothing respectful about the way youâve been looking at that poor girl.â
Theo just rolled his eyes and groaned, not wanting to discuss this with his friends. Even if he did, he wouldnât know where to start. Instead, he stood up and said, âIâm going out for a smoke,â and walked away before anyone could protest or go with him.
As he walked, his thoughts returned to you. One day, you laughed because of his jokes. He laughed because he was in love with you.
It was all so ridiculous, but it had been months and he could no longer deny his feelings. He always thought love was overrated. How can others go out there declaring love like itâs a wild adventure youâre about to embark on? Love that you would fight and break for? He didnât want an adventure nor a battlefield.
Then there was you and he realized everything he knew about love had only been one version of it. Being with you restored his breath and calmed the butterflies in his stomach. Itâs a love that did not challenge him to be better, but instead told him he is already good enough. That he was always enough. Itâs the kind of love that felt like home. Itâs what he never knew he needed.
You haunted him even when he was awake. He was always tempted to approach you to see if the things he saw in his head could be real. His only clue was the way you wore ribbons in your hair and how it matched your mood to the stories youâd tell him.
He noticed you wore red when you were angry like the time you had to do a group project by yourself. You wore blue when you felt sad and green when you felt generally peaceful. His favorite was pink because it meant you were happy. He noticed how the closer you got, you wore the pink ribbon more often. But today, you wore a black ribbon. He had never seen it before and it worried him. Then again it was only a theory, maybe it didnât mean anything.
So he always talked himself out of approaching you. Theodore Nott was used to broken things whereas everything with you and about you was perfect. He knew at the very least to leave it well enough alone.
His thoughts carried him to the Astronomy Tower where he lit his cigarette and stared at the evening sky.
âYou always seem to be polluting the fresh air I go out for.â Something in his heart froze and then burned brightly. It was you. He heard the smile in your voice before he turned around to look at you. Salazar, you were so beautiful.
âYou always seem to find me when you need fresh air. Are you sure youâre not just looking for me?â He teased, but nevertheless moved to extinguish his cigarette.Â
You chuckled at Mr. Arrogant who always knew his way around girls. âI was joking, keep your cigarette though your lungs probably hate you.â
He scoffed, he already hated himself. But mostly, he hated how desperately he wanted to reach out and kiss you without being a total creep. âIâll survive,â he replied, taking a final drag before snuffing it out. âWhat brings you here?â
âAside from the not-so-fresh air?â You grinned before turning serious. âThis is a nice place to think.â
âPenny for your thoughts?â
Salazar, heâs relentless. âIâm in an impossible situation and Iâm starting to lose hope,â you admit. So thatâs what the black is for, Theo realized.
He scrunched his nose as he thought twice about what he was about to say. It was so silly trying to hold back when heâd give you the moon and the stars if you asked for it. âWhatever it is, you shouldnât lose hope.â
You laughed at him and let out an exaggerated gasp, âcoming from Mr. Emotionally Unavailable?â
He laughed in return, âah, my reputation precedes me.â
âExactly, so donât go around saying things like that. People might think you have a heart behind that big brain of yours.â
âWouldnât want that, would we?â He leaned in conspiratorially.
âNo, everyone would stare at you then.â
âYou know itâs rude to stare.â
âOh yeah? What should I do instead?â You challenged.
âKiss me,â he said with a smirk, a half joke and a half plea.
You laughed and took a step back, placing distance between you. So this was how he got girls, you mused.
Salazar, he was losing you. If he was going to try, he had to be sincere. No charms, no masks. âAmore, IâŠâ he began but grew self conscious at the nickname. âI mean, I wanted toâŠâ he started then stopped. âI wonder ifâŠâ he tried again.
âI know,â you said, fire burning behind your eyes at recognition. This was the boy of your dreams. Awkward when he tries to be sincere and it was so adorable. It always made you feel special because you knew he had walls for the rest of the world. But with you, he was at home.
You closed the distance to meet his lips and the kiss said everything he needed to know. All those evenings together talking beneath starlit skies, exploring flesh and soul, falling in love. They were real.
His hands found the curve of your hips so naturally as he pulled you closer against him, just like heâs done countless times. He savoured the way your fingers made their way through his hair. Everything felt electric, at once new and familiar. It was better than anything you had dreamed of.
When you both broke for air, you found yourself blinking in disbelief. âHow do we both have the same dreams?â
Theo just shook his head as if to say he didnât know but then he remembered your first meeting. There was a witch with a bumbling broomstick and a flower. His eyes widened. âThe flower from all those months ago.â
Your eyes lit up with remembrance, âthe mysterious Miss Amelia!â You brought your hand to your lips, âI didnât think it was real. I said youâd see me in your dreams.â
âAnd now youâre my dream come true, amore,â he said, pulling you in for a hug.
 You giggled at how sweet Mr. Not So Emotionally Unavailable could be. âAnd youâre mine. See you tonight then?â
He chuckled, âand then tomorrow Iâll take you on a real date?â
You scrunched your face, âbut now we canât fly through the stars anymore.â
âOh, I have other ideas,â he whispered in your ear.
Your heart leapt to your throat and anticipation hummed in your veins. After all, some things were sweeter than dreams.
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A/N: I've mostly written for Enzo and Mattheo until now but when I thought of this plot, I just knew only Theo could do it justice. So this is how I wound up writing my first Theo fic. Hope you liked it!
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iâm definitely projecting BUT i genuinely feel like shy!reader would have wavy hair and be so insecure about it (even tho itâs so pretty) so itâs always straightened but i just know if rafe saw it heâd fall even deeper in love with the girl!
oh 100%. lets project together angel why not. if you dont have wavy hair pls look away im sorry. but i do have wavy hair that i straighten all the time so ! you sent this to the right bitch
your hair, though you've been told so many times was pretty either way, is usually straightened several times a week, if not daily. it's easy to fall into the trap of preferring it sleek and shiny than the waves that were pretty for the first day, frizzy the next, and somehow constantly clashing with the outfit you selected for the day.
you thought straight hair was easier, looked better, went with everything. even if it wasn't true, you had bought into it for long enough, your blowdryer and flat iron your two best friends.
the first time rafe met you, your hair had been straight. it was that way on your first date, as well as your second and third, as well as every sleepover at tannyhill or early morning drive to watch the sunrise at the beach. he'd never seen your hair any other way, not realizing there was, in fact, another way for it to be seen, until today.
you and rafe had spent the first hour of the morning rolling around in his bed at tannyhill, working up a sweat, which then was washed off in the shower together. rafe gets out first, listening to his phone ring repeatedly in the distance. you finish up, washing your hair and turning the water to the hottest setting now that rafe wasn't there to complain.
when you walk back to rafe's room, he's on the bed, still on the phone. you try to dry yourself off and get dressed without giving him too much of a show, settling for one of rafe's old frat shirts and using another shirt of his to start drying your hair. he looks at confused, but you don't say anything, knowing he's still on the phone. you need at least a minute to explain cotton t-shirts and scrunching to him.
rafe finally hangs up the call with barry while you rummage through your overnight bag, realizing your flat iron and blow dryer were left behind on your bathroom counter, a result of finishing up your hair for your date yesterday.
"is sarah home?" you ask, looking up at rafe.
"don't think so. and didn't i give you a towel? why's my shirt on your head right now?"
"i forgot my hair stuff at home."
"oh," he says, walking back to his dresser and returning with something in his hand. "here." he hands you a hairbrush.
"what am i supposed to do with this?"
"you said you needed hair stuff. uh, you're welcome."
"i have a brush, rafe. i meant my dryer and my iron. do you think sarah would be mad if i used hers? is that weird, though?"
he didn't think it was that serious, but you look more upset by the second.
"what'd you need that shit for? we're not going anywhere until lunch. it'll dry by then." you stand up, taking the hair out of his shirt and trying to salvage whatever waves remained.
"i wanted to wear it straight for the club, though. my outfit, it looks better with straight hair-"
"huh?"
"and i didn't even detangle or use that conditioner, it's all at home. ugh." you keep scrunching, going to the mirror and taking a look. rafe follows behind you, eyebrows knitted in confusion while he takes a piece of curly hair between his fingers. it's pretty, the way it falls around your face and certain pieces are curlier than others. you look pretty like this, though he's sure you look pretty any which way.
"how come i didn't know your hair's like this?"
"um, i like it flat. do i have to go to the club like this?"
"i like it. s'pretty. c'mon, leave it."
you turn to face your boyfriend. like everyone else, he's just saying it to be nice.
"will you take me home to grab my stuff? please?"
"if you really want it, kid, but i think you should leave it," rafe says, bringing his hand up to your hair, stroking the pieces by your face, twirling a wave around his finger. "c'mon, for me?"
you hesitate, looking up at your boyfriend.
"but i wanna look nice for the club."
"the fuck are you talkin' about? you always look nice."
"but it's not as nice. it's messy. i like it-" rafe interrupts you, bringing his hand to your jaw the way he always does, squeezing tight but not too tight.
"stop. it looks nice. stop overthinkin' it. got it?" you nod. "s'nice. you should wear it like this more often."
"sure. whatever you say."
"that's right."
#btw is this the same anon who sent another ask in the pink font? my pink anon?#also im so sorry if this wasnt what you wanted its just what came to mind !#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#shy reader
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Forbidden - Part 6
In which Maxie shows you just how much he missed you.
Warnings: smuttttttttty ;) minors DNI pls. Swearing. umm...that's it? idk, I'm terrible with warnings, let me know if I'm forgetting something. Quick note: Almost there love bugs! I think we'll have one more after this and then maybe an epilogue. I almost don't want this one to enddddddd wah. Pairing: Max Verstappen x LeClercSister!reader Word Count: 3k words
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âI have something for you.â Max rasps the moment youâre in his arms again behind the closed door of his hotel room.Â
Nerves have his hands shaking as they fist handfuls of your black cotton t-shirt. The entire ride up to the 10th floor of the hotel, he had been having an internal battle with himself. He couldnât believe you were here, slotted back into his life after weeks apart and he didnât want to do something to scare you off again butâŠ
âYou do?â You give him a puzzled look. What on earth could he possibly have for you, he didnât know you were coming.Â
Max nods, releasing you for the first time since he took you into his arms in the lobby. âI got it weeks agoâŠIâve been carrying it with me ever sinceâŠâ He pauses, gaze darting away for just a moment, âthat day, just in case you came back to me when I wasnât expecting it. I wanted to be prepared.â He rubs at the back of his neck, eyes dropping from yours to the floor. Your insides melt at his sudden tender shyness.Â
You smile over at Max, whoâs begun digging in his navy and yellow Red Bull Racing backpack. âYou didnât have to get me anything, Maxie.âÂ
He nods, a soft sound of satisfaction playing on his lips when he finds what heâs bene looking for. âI know.â He says, turning around to face you.Â
Your stomach drops to your toes when you see the baby blue bag dangling from his finger tips. âMaxie.â His name is a warning, your heart thumping against your rib cage.Â
âItâs not a ring, schatje.â He says on a chuckle, taking a baby blue box tied with a white satin ribbon out of the bag when you make no moves to take it out of his hands. âNot yet anyway.âÂ
There goes your stomach back down to your toes again.Â
When youâve composed yourself, you reach out to take the box from Max. âI was going to give it to you the day Charles found out about us but obviously that never happened. Itâs just something small, to remind you of me when we canât be together.âÂ
Trembling fingers tug at the ribbon as your eyes dart up to Maxâs anxious face and then back down to the box. Nestled in the box is a delicate gold chain with 2 pendants on it: a block M and a block V, both with 3 tiny diamonds inlaid on the edge of each letter. âMax.â You whisper, tears pricking at the back of your eyes once again.Â
Maxâs hands wring together in front of you, his face still anxious despite the smile spreading across your face. You look up at him, chest squeezing tightly. âThis is the best gift Iâve ever gotten. Thank you.âÂ
âYou like it?âÂ
âI love it.â You coo, lifting the chain up out of the box before holding it out to him. âWill you put it on me?âÂ
Spinning, you capture your hair up in one hand while waiting patiently for Max to get his shaking hands under control. The cool chain sends a shiver skittering down your spine, a small sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of Maxâs strong fingers brushing against your skin.Â
When the necklace is secured, you turn back around to wrap your arms around his neck, lips dusting first over his jaw before working your way up to his lips. Those lips youâve missed so much the last few weeks. You couldnât believe how stupid you had been to push him away when he so obviously wanted to be there for you, wanted to support you. Regret has your cheeks heating, shame budding in your stomach.Â
Max must sense the shift in your mood because he pulls away before looking down at you, brows knit together. âWhatâs wrong, schatje?âÂ
You shake your head, unable to get the words out.Â
âPlease tell me.â He begs.Â
âI justâŠâ A cry lodges in your throat and your unable to speak around it for a moment.Â
Max leads you over to the love seat on the other side of the room, needing to solve this sudden problem before anything else. He sits first before pulling you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. His lips find his favorite place on you, that spot in the crook of your neck where your perfume lingers for hours. âTalk to me, baby.âÂ
âIâm sorry I pushed you away. I shouldnât have. You wanted to help, you did nothing but help and I still threw you out.â For what feels like the millionth time that day, tears slip down your cheeks in a steady stream but Maxâs lips are there to kiss them away.Â
âNo, sweet girl. No apologies.â His voice is soft, soothing. âYou were doing what you thought you needed to do at the time, I could never fault you for that. Iâm just glad you came back to me.âÂ
âI love you, Maxie.â You murmur, face buried in his hair as he continues to nibble at your neck.Â
Max has never heard sweeter words, not even when Christian told him he had won the championship for the first time. âI love you too, liefje.â He pulls away from your neck then, causing you to whimper a bit in protest, but he needed to see your face for what he was about to say next. âI was planning on asking you to be my girlfriend that night too, which I kind of fucked up but I hope thatâs still on the table for us. I want to go public. No more secrets, no more lies. I want you next to me in the paddock, in my garage during races, wearing my colors and my number. All in, everything. I need that with you.âÂ
Thereâs a look of unbridled desire on Maxâs face, like heâs been waiting for this very moment for months now and heâs finally worked up the courage to put words to his feelings. Your hands come up to frame his face, delicate fingers scratching his scruffy face gently. âBien sur, mon amor.â Of course, my love. âIâve been yours since the first time we kissed.âÂ
Max covers your lips in a kiss then, fingers digging into your hips in a desperate attempt to bring you closer to him. Heâd gone too long without being able to touch you and he wants to make up for all the time lost. With one swift movement, Max lifts you up out of his lap and carries you across the room to his bed. The way he sets you down on the crisp white hotel duvet has your heart squeezing.Â
âI missed you so much, liefje.â Maxâs voice drops an octave, husky and full of need. âLet me show you how much.âÂ
âSil vous plait.â Please You breathe.
Shaking hands slip up underneath the hem of your cream linen dress, the rough pads of his fingers drawing out a moan from your lips as they skim over the creamy soft skin of your thighs. They find their home underneath the layer of lace that is already halfway ruined from the slick mess thatâs been gathering there since Max got you alone.Â
âGod, you are exquisite.â He murmurs as he brings his lips to cover yours in a searing kiss that is all tender promises and whispered apologies.Â
His fingers swipe past your clit, not quite giving you the pressure and friction you crave, but just enough to make you needy. Thereâs plenty of time for that though and Max wants to make sure this is as drawn out as possible. He has so much to say with his mouth and hands to you tonight and he wants everything to inch by in a slow, heated drip of steady pleasure.Â
Needing to be closer to him and wanting out of the suddenly restricting fabric, you sit up momentarily, unbuttoning the dress as quickly as humanly possible. Max helps, starting at the bottom of the dress and you instantly miss his touch on you. Neither of you are willing to break the kiss, so itâs a little fumbled and a lot messy as you attempt to get yourself out of the clothes you flew here in.Â
âNeed to see you wearing nothing but my necklace.â He pants.
While youâre busy unbuttoning the dress, Max reaches behind his back to pull his team polo off. You hum in appreciation, reaching out to drag your slender fingers over the bumps and ridges of his stomach. A thrill shoots though you when he shivers at your touch, heated gaze pinning you to the bed.
Slowly guiding you down onto your back, Max drapes himself over your body, fitting his thigh between your legs. Your skin heats as you run your hands through his hair, guiding his mouth down the column of your neck. His mouth stalls, taking his time to nip and suck at the fragile skin there. Max barely resists the urge to suck a love bite onto your neck, knowing that you would murder him if he did that before tomorrowâs race. There will be time for that, he reminds himself. There will be time for him to mark you as his own in places that others will see. For now, heâll settle for marking you in places that are only for him.Â
He drags a heated, wet line with his tongue from your neck, stopping once again to lap against your collar bone and the hollow of your throat. His mouth sucks at the racing pulse point there, a thrill shooting straight to his already hard cock at how fast your heart is beating because of him.Â
âMax.â You whine, grinding your hips up into his muscled thigh that sits slotted between your legs, desperate for friction and relief from the pounding pulse between your legs. âGod I missed your hands on me. Your touch. Everything.â You probably should be embarrassed with how needy and breathless your plea comes out, but shame has been left at the door for tonight. All you need are Maxâs hands on you and his cock in you, and you swear youâd be content for the rest of your entire existence.Â
Max grips at the flesh of your hips, desperate to get any sort of purchase on your body. His mouth continues itâs perusal of your now slick skin and when he covers one already achingly hard nipple, you canât help the cry that leaves your lips. His tongue flicks over the pebbled bit of flesh before nipping at it with the very tips of his teeth. Your hips snap up off the bed, bumping his hips with your own at the feeling that boarders somewhere between earth shattering pleasure and mind numbing pain.Â
Fingers get lost in his hair as Max moves to pay attention to the other nipple, equally as hard and needy for his tongue. The sounds of near purring that rumble at the back of your throat send Max into orbit as he rocks his painfully hard cock into the soft mattress beneath him. âTaste so good.â He slurs against your body, hands raking up your legs once again finding themselves buried in your dripping pussy.Â
Itâs too much. Much too much. The overstimulation of his mouth and hands all over you has you puddled in a whimpering, sodden mess under this man that is supposed to be all wrong for you.Â
âI love you like this.â His voice is husky, dragging itself across your skin like the fingers that are currently buried deep inside you. âAll messy and needy, all for me. Only for me.â A possessive streak shoots through Max, suddenly needing you to know that this is only for him. Youâre his. You will always be his. He nearly lost you once and heâll never run the risk of losing you ever again.Â
âOnly for you.â You confirm, hips grinding deep against the thick fingers that are coaxing you to what you can only predict will be a syrupy sweet release. âOnly for you from now on. God, Max your touchâŠso good.â The ability to form coherent sentences seems to have escaped you.Â
Your head thrashes to the side, the vulnerability of being so open for him in so many ways is overwhelming. Being so intensely seen by this man above you is almost too much to take.Â
âAre you going to come for me, schatje? Come on my fingers, pretty girl. Show me how much you missed me and how much I possess you.âÂ
The sound of Maxâs voice is enough to send you over the edge, that familiar lick of fire building itself up at the base of your spine. You feel it start and so does Max, that familiar sign of your hands grasping for anything they can reach, this time itâs his back. Heâll gladly be marked up with red welts and scratches if it means he gets you beneath him like this every fucking night for the rest of his life. Your climax rips through you, stealing your breath for a quick moment before you come, Maxâs name tumbling from your lips over and over like a reverent prayer.Â
âThatâs it, love. So good, youâre so good for me. Such a pretty girl giving me exactly what I want. God, how did I get so fucking lucky? Why did I wait so long?âÂ
Max talks you through the rest of your orgasm, shockwaves of pleasure lancing through you for so long you start to lose track of time. It could be 5 minutes or 5 hours, but eventually, youâre back down to earth, feeling so languid and soft you donât think you could move even if your life depended on it.Â
âMax.â You breath, pulling at his shoulders to get his head level with yours so you can get your mouth on him again. You lick into his mouth, teeth bumping against him in a desperate messy kiss that promises everything under the stars.Â
âWhat do you need, schatje? Tell me what you want and itâs yours.âÂ
âI need you inside me. I need to be stuffed full of you so I never forget what you feel like ever again.âÂ
Before youâre able to even take another breath, Maxâs jeans and boxers have joined the heap of clothing on the floor and the head of his dick, red and angry and dripping for you already, is notched against your waiting pussy. When he sinks into you, filling you up so deliciously, it feels like your first night together all over again. Youâre overwhelmed by the size of him, the feel of him deep inside you, filling you up beyond words.Â
For several moments, neither of you move. Max holds himself steady above you writhing form, already buried in you to the hilt, refusing to move until he knows youâre okay. A series of quick nods tells him youâre fine and slowly, so very slowly you almost canât feel it, Max begins to move. Itâs slow at first, as he tries to draw out the pleasure from your body like heâs playing a stringed instrument. Long, silky movements from his achingly hard cock seem to war with each other, the contrast between the rhythm and his dick send delightful shimmers of energy up and down your skin.Â
Max can barely catch his breath, not fully understanding how you can be so soft and warm and breathtakingly tight all at the same time. The feeling of being buried in you might just be the best thing heâs ever experienced. He could probably spend the rest of his life worshipping your body like this and it still wouldnât be enough to satisfy his craving of your body. He gazes down at you, the look of reverence on his face has tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, as he continues to push in and out of you. One moment heâs nearly fully out of your slick wetness and the next, heâs plunging back in, taking fully from you what he knows is his now.Â
âCome inside me Max. Fill me up, please.â Your desperate words are enough to have Maxâs hips snapping harshly against your body over and over. His tight hold of control he usually has over his body slowly breaking underneath your spell.Â
âMy pretty girl needs me to fill her, huh? Need the cum leaking out of you, down that pretty thigh of yours, to remind you who you belong to?âÂ
All you can do is nod, your entire consciousness consumed with him, the way he feels, the smell of his cologne that lingers on his skin that mixes with his sweat, creating a dizzyingly pleasurable mix of something youâll never forget.Â
Max feels that familiar painful warning sign deep in his stomach. Heâs not going to last much longer and by the sounds youâre making beneath him, he knows youâre already there. His mouth latches to yours, stealing the cry from your lips and swallowing it whole. The vice grip those velvet walls snare him in when you come sends him hurtling towards his own release. Max isnât usually very loud, he loves to talk you through it yes, but when it comes to his own pleasure? Heâs quite reserved. But he canât help the animalistic groan that starts deep in his gut rumbles out of him as he spills into you, white hot streams shooting deep inside you.Â
Max collapses on top of you and you relish the feeling of something like a giant weighted blanked settling over your frame. Utterly spent, Max isnât even able to form a coherent sentence for several moments, instead choosing to focus on the wild racing of your heart beneath his body.Â
âTold you I missed you.â Max says, breath tickling the shell of your ear, eliciting a giggle from your swollen lips.Â
You rake your hands through his hair for what feels like the fiftieth time that night, tugging gently as you comb through the blond locks. âI missed you too, mon coeur.âÂ
Thatâs what Max was too. Your entire heart.Â
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when you get me alone it's so simple
c/w: 1k wc, megumi is so head over heels in love with you he allows you to do his makeup for a halloween party, sappy and self indulgent and disgustingly sweet pls be nice i haven't written something in forever
âWhy are you being so difficult?â
âWhen am I not being difficult according to you?â
The playful quip makes the cornes of your lips curl into an amused smile.
âRight. But I really think you should comeâ
Megumi holds your gaze with a seemingly impassive stare, lets the small interval of silence stretch for a second too long.
Itâs not that he doesnât like hanging out with his friends, he actually enjoys the idea of getting to be nothing more than a young man with an exceptionally low tolerance level for Nobaraâs antics for once. However, a halloween party? Filled with obnoxious strangers who will get drunk and make a mess of Yuujiâs house? A mess that you have already promised will help to clean out?
Definitely not on his bingo card for an evening he could spend at the movies or in a quiet pub instead.
But then, thereâs your strenuous perseverence. The disappointment you didnât for a second attempt to hide still swarming in those big eyes, the pettish inflexion of your pitch when you had sputtered a what? What dâyou mean youâre not coming?
And now there you are, curled up on the other end of your couch, sulkiness oozing from every glance youâve spared him for the last half an hour.
âI want you thereâ you innocently cock your head and he feels something melt in his chest âit just wouldnât be fun without you. Please come?â
Sometimes Megumi wonders if you know about the exhausting effort it takes him to whisk away thoughts a friend shouldnât have, the way heâs almost lost his mind dwelling on the way you held on to his hand the entire way back to your apartment on the night he came to collect you from the bar, drunk and a giggling, clingy mess. He wonders if you understand just how deeply you can get under his skin and the way he hangs on to every word, every smile, each I want you there.
âGumi?â you inch forward, brows knit and cool fingers gently grazing his arm.
Jesus, fuck.
âFine. But Iâm not staying to clean upâ
You smile knowingly, a light shrug swallowing the of course you will almost spilling from your lips.
âDeal. And I get to do your makeupâ
The dim light of your awfully small bathroom has gentle shadows settling into the curves of your collarbones and accentuates your jaw, the apples of your cheeks. There are only so many glances he can steal as the pitter-patter of rain on the window makes the perspective of spending the night out even less appealing.
Regardless, the warmth radiating from your skin and the smell of your perfume cloud his pathetically heightened senses, a multisensory madness that has his heart thumping painfully in his chest and the pads of his fingers tingling with need.
âWill you stop flinching?â only one of his eyes is open and youâre out of focus but that exasperated smile rings loud in his ears.
âI donât know what the hell youâre doing, itâs an instinctive reactionâ
âIâm just using eyeshadowâ
You finally allow his left eye to peel open and Megumi almost laughs at your focused stare, creases on your forehead expressing a deep dissatisfaction.
âWhat? Doesnât suit me?â he quips âitâs probably because you keep smudging itââ
âIâm going for a dramatic look, you dolt!â
His eyebrows raise in mocking interest.
âOh, apologies. Whatâs the issue, then? Not dramatic enough?â
âYouâre being surprisingly chatty for someone who is usually very fucking quietâ
Megumiâs sarcastic comeback dies in his throat as you suddenly position yourself over him, not quite straddling his lap because youâre still standing but nevertheless exceptionally close to sitting on his thighs. Â
âWhat are youâ what is that?â his voice is thinner and he has to flex his hands to keep himself from positioning them on your hips.
Christ.
âChill, man. Itâs eyeliner. Donât move, this is the most important partâ and then youâre hovering above him once more, except this time you gently grab his chin to tilt his head upwards as you lean closer, so close he stops breathing.
You work quietly, in comfortable silence, although youâre at cotton swab number three and the result still doesnât seem to fully satisfy you.
âYou should wear makeupâ itâs a comment made absentmindedly, Megumi can tell by the way youâre not even truly looking at him as you speak, way too absorbed by the task at hand âeye makeup, I mean. It looks really good on youâ
âYeah?â
There must be something in his inflection, because your hand comes to a halt for a second, then resumes its gentle work over his eyelid. All he gets is an affirmative hum.
âSomeone would have to teach me how to do itâ
Heâs not sure where his boldness is stemming from, although he suspects the thumb gently brushing over the same spot close to the corner of his eye would make a reasonable source.
âIâm sure Nobara would be happy toâ you quietly chuckle to yourself but this time it feels as if youâre avoiding his gaze on purpose and that just wonât do.
âDoesnât your back hurt like this?â
âA little bit but Iâm almost done with this eye. Are you uncomfortable? I canââ Megumi interrupts you with a gentle but firm hold of your waist, hands far bigger than yours pulling you down to sit on his lap.
Youâre dumbfounded and he revels in your shocked expression, in the way youâre the one who doesnât know how to handle something unexpected for once. In how good it feels to be in control.
âDonât make it weirdâ the warning is playful but his hands are still on your waist and give it a light squeeze that has your stomach doing a weird flip.
âIâ what? You donât make it weird! Shut up, stand stillâ your entire face is on fire and the hoodie youâre wearing suddenly feels all too warm.
Megumi smiles innocently but complies, quiet and as immobile as a sorcerer's body can get.
You pretend not to notice the way he melts into your touch, how his body relaxes as he shuts both his eyes and finally lets you work in peace. No sarcastic remarks, no silly winces. Why does that do something to your chest?
Itâs so easy, carefully lining his bottom lash line with your favorite liquid eyeliner. Without thinking, you cradle his face as you gently swipe your thumb over the freshly traced lines to smudge them just right.
But then his eyes flutter open right as you hold his face in your hands and is it your imagination or does the grip on your waist grow more solid in turn?
âYâknowâ he murmurs in a way that is so unlike him, so intimate as his indigo gaze burns right into yours âactually, I wouldnât want Nobara to be the one to do itâ
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Sub!Johnny Cade x Soft Dom!Fem!Reader
cw -> best friends to lovers trope lol, masturbation, underweight mentioning (Johnny), panty smelling :((, voice kink?, dub-con, cunnilingus, THIS GIRL STROKES HIS COCK! (yes pls on my knees)
Word Count -> 3.9K
I LOVE THIS WHAT
Consider your friendship to be a little too closely knit together.Â
Johnny spent long, consecutive hours at your place, often being the reason why your food and snacks were gone. You couldnât blame the poor teenager, his family wasnât ideal, but at least yours could afford food.
By the time you two were done hanging out in your living room, watching some random show that you two eventually got bored of, you found yourself serving him whatever leftovers you had in the fridge. It wasnât much, but you knew damn well that Johnny was the most un-picky dude ever to exist. Heâd eat rat poisoning if he didnât know it was rat poisoning.Â
But you couldnât help but feed him whatever he wanted because you knew heâd like himself with more meat on his bones and less bruises on his back. You couldnât control what his parents did, but you sure could offer him the pleasure of eating a proper, healthier meal than takeout.
So now it was just you and Johnny sitting at your dining room table under the dim but soft light from over your head with two ceramic dishes filled with warm food in front of your torsos. It had a slightly concerned but slightly adorning expression as you watched Johnny eat with such vigour. You were concerned because it seemed like he hadn't eaten since the dawn of time, but it warmed your heart knowing you were giving him something he couldnât access often.
âSlow down, youâll choke yourself and I donât have room to finish your meal.â You chided softly, smiling when you saw the tiniest pink flush engender onto his cheeks.Â
Those shy brown eyes that could make anyone like him, he just seemed so sweet on the outside. âHey, Iâm hungry and Iâm gonna eat! Plus, itâs not like I havenât been to the hospital before, theyâll know me for sure.â Johnny muttered, slowing his eating pace to a reasonable speed.Â
Ah right, the church incident.
Johnny probably hated how his back and shoulders looked now too, and with all that physio? You felt a little sympathy for him.
Your plates were soon empty after a decent chunk of time, and you pushed him a napkin to clean the mess from around his mouth with a kind smile. It wasnât to be rude, as youâve learned that being rude towards Johnny chips away at your friendship.
He takes it graciously while you scoop the dirtied dishes into your hands for cleaning. But after a second or two, you left the dishes in the sink. They could be cleaned later, and it was already somewhat late. So the ceramic plates coated in a sheen of leftover food residue were left in the sink while you tidied up the kitchen to appease your parentsâ expectations.Â
Johnny just watched you, eyes soft and the lovely brown irises being held by the sockets trailing your movements to exact perfection. Why did you have to be so elegant with how you moved, so effortless and perfectly postured? Poor boy was swooning.
âAlright, do you wanna go get ready for bed? We donât really have a guest room or anywhere for you to rest, but you can take my bed while I take my parentsâ bed?â You offered politely, that sweet benevolence lingering in your tone while you led him down the corridors of your home.
Pictures and paintings littering the walls of the hall, the occasional piece of work that caught Johnnyâs attention until you opened a door leading to your bedroom. It reeked of your scent, something that had his insides tingling out of joy. He got to sleep in your room? Fuck yeah!
âY-yeah, I can stay here for the night. Sorry for.. barginâ into your home so quick, I just needed somewhere to stay and Dal was drunk outta his mind.â Johnny muttered softly, walking into your room with caution while he looked around.
Clothes scattered all over the floor, the countertops somewhat messy except for the desk you seem to barely use. Your bed, unkempt but oh so cozy looking, even the curtains which were halfway closed from rushing. Shoes just chucked about anywhere there was room, a bra littered near your hamper which he could only assume was you trying to take it off late at night before heading to bed.
But he could smell you everywhere in this room, and it sent his senses ablaze.
âThatâs alright, Dally does tend to have some poor habits. Anyway, Iâll be in the shower tidying myself up, you holler if you need anythinâ, yâhear?â You smiled wide, toothy grin making him smile too.
Johnny nodded, watching you leave and close the door behind you. Your soft pitter-pattering footsteps that trailed down the halls until you closed another door which he presumed was the bathroom door.
The hardening sensation being squeezed within the confines of his denim pants was getting hard to ignore, but he felt so wrong for it. But good lord, he could smell it. Smell you. The redolent, fragrant smell of you that seemed to linger no matter where he stuck his nose just drove him up the wall to pure heaven.
Meanwhile, you were just having yourself a warm shower, washing off the grime from today as well as the bit of grease you used to slick your hair out. That took the most time, you had to scrub with such authority that you were sure you had lost enough hair to re-fur a hairless cat.
The soft soap you used was being lathered onto your skin, cleansing it and replenishing what it had lost during the day. You couldnât lie, night showers were some of the best showers after a long day.
It didnât take long for you to finish washing your body before you hopped out of the shower to dry off. The towel now warm from the steamy, hot shower was practically a cherry on top when you patted yourself dry with it. All the little uneven droplets being soaked up by the towelâs fabric to leave you dry and soft afterward.
Johnny was hiding away in your room, stripped down only with his boxers while his hand greedily pumped at his cock, a hand grasping at the pair of panties he managed to snag from your room and stuffing them at his face to get a whiff of what your pretty cunny smelled like. He felt so wrong for doing this, he was your best friend!
Johnny instantly stopped when he heard the soft tip-taps of your feet trudging towards your room, and he used the blankets to half cover himself so his boner wouldnât be too prominent or easy to see. He also stuffed the underwear beside his thigh away from view before muttering a medium decibel, âCome in.â
You did just that, scurrying yourself into your room you found Johnny relaxing in while you scavenged your closet for proper night clothes such as a pyjama or even an oversized shirt with some shorts. Poor Johnny was just about to go insane when he saw you bend over, the sweet sight of your ass peeking through to his line of sight.
You had to have been tempting him, right? Right?
Once you had selected what you planned on wearing for the night, you looked back over in his direction to properly wish him a good night and good dreams until you paused to look at him further.
His ribcage was in full view, the bones prominent but you couldnât find it in you to be disgusted or revolted by the sight. The soft brown skin of his, perfect in its glory asides the bruising and scarring which youâd come to understand was his insecurity. But he seemed tense, almost fearful and you couldnât quite pinpoint why.
âJohnnycakes? Are you okay? You look stiff, is something wrong?â You asked sweetly, innocently.
How was he not supposed to nut to just that benevolent tone you held?
Johnny gave a hesitant nod, shooting one of his sweet grins that displayed his teeth to you. You could only smile back, finding his little radiant expression to mirror onto yourself and make you do the same. But it was late, you shouldnât stay up for chit-chatting.
âAlright, you know where I am if you need me, right? Down the hall, last room. Knock if somethingâs wrong.â You hummed, scampering off with your clothes in hand.
The soft click of the door when it closed rang through the silence, emitting a pitch that resonated and lingered far longer than it had to, followed by the tippy-taps of your feet against the floorboards as you rushed to your parentsâ room.Â
Finally!
He dug his hand back under the blanket, finding his hardened cock growing a bit flaccid, and he frowned. Poor Johnny had a good rhythm going too! He fisted his cock once again, pumping mercilessly as the echoes of your voice from that simple moment when you waltzed your way in.
It wasnât long until he was fighting himself to not make any sounds, but he began to lose his control as soon as he gained it when the muscles surrounding the base of his cock began to twitch and tighten to signal his release was upcoming.Â
The dim lights from the midnight blue sky shone through your half open bedroom curtains, pushing past the glass to shine into the room Johnny sat in. This was all the light he needed to see the pair of panties in his hand, and that dirty, filthy mind of his began to simply picture you in them and nothing more.
The lovely shape of your body, its colour and form, the little markings that made you so individual and unique. Perfect set of tits, nicest ass that looked just about sculpted by angels. You were just so perfect, how could he not want you? How could he not want to have you?
Meanwhile, you were sitting with a disgusted look on your face as you heard the soft but audible noises Johnny was making from down the hall, but once you heard your name tumble from his lips, everything seemed to fade into a realization which led to hope. Did he like you like that too?
Soon enough, your own hand drifted to the soft pair of lips being freed from the confines of your panties, rubbing your unhardened clit with vigour. The tingling sensation burned in between your thighs, and you too found it hard to remain silent, but you managed. Johnnyâs sounds from your room simply added fire to the ever growing flame building within your lower stomach.
Poor Johnny was clawing at the fabrics of your bedâs sheets, gasping and heaving while soft whimpers and groans seemed to slip his closed, pursed lips. It aggravated him, but he still thought you were asleep and he didnât wish to wake you.
Boy, was he wrong.
By the time Johnny had set off his load onto whatever fabric you had around âwhich you couldnât bear to think was now stained by his cumâ, you hobbled your uneasy legs out of bed and down the long corridors of your home. Your steps were as silent as you could make them, but the skin on the soles of your feet now warm from staying under the blanket made the softest sticky sound that alerted Johnny.
He sat upright in a flurry of panic, inevitably settling on stuffing himself under your blankets when he heard the door slowly creak open. Maybe youâd leave?
âJohnny?â Your whispery tone got his focus, even though he tried hard not to shuffle or move around to alert you. âJohnny, are you awake?â You tried again.
When you finally thought that he was asleep and wouldnât be waking up any time soon, you hobbled yourself beside him under the blankets and tenderly rubbed at his back. Your nimble fingers grazed the skin of the burn scars and bruises oh so gently, his heart filling with warmth that made blood pump down in between his thighs.
You were oblivious to it, moving yourself to use his thigh as something to grind against for purchase and friction. It was selfish, it was improper, but you needed it. Lord, you could feel yourself soaking his boxers from some simple grinding against him.
Poor Johnny didnât know how to tell you he was awake, and in all honesty, maybe he shouldnât. If he told you, or moved even a bit, youâd become startled and embarrassed to the point where you couldnât speak and you both knew of this well. You werenât great at handling your embarrassment.
Those soft moans tumbling freely from your lips were like a tease, something to tempt him to see if he would break. His cock was chubbing up at your dulcet noises, and he didnât know whether they were somewhat soothing or a bit too erotic for his liking. Regardless, he tried to subtly move his hand to that aching spot between his legs for release.
You assumed his movement was involuntary like any person would do in their sleep. Adjustments to get comfortable werenât uncommon, so you paid no mind to it and just kept at it. Surely you had stained the hem of his boxers with your arousal juices. But you werenât focused on that!
But it wasnât until the movements became consistent and they werenât your own that you began to grow nervous. Had you made him uncomfortable? Was something hurting him? Maybe he had woken up? Oh, that thought sent a sharp shiver down your spine. You were scared that he had woken up and had gotten all flustered, maybe even trying to move away with the inability to wriggle you off.
So tentatively, you moved your weight off of his body, using what little arm strength you had in you at the moment to see what was happening below you. Johnny stopped almost instantly, trying to play it off like he wasnât just jacking off to the way you were using his body. Would this be considered non-consensual? No, he liked it very much, so why were you hesitating on continuing?
âJohnny, I know youâre awake. Did I bother you? âM sorry, Johnnycakes, jusâ needed you..â You hummed, nuzzling your cheek to his boney shoulder to feel the little bit of warmth radiating off of his tanned skin. âOh, but whatâll the others think?â
When you jostled him to show you knew he wasnât asleep, Johnny allowed himself to turn over to face you and sighed happily. There you were, all pretty with your embarrassed pink cheeks and your pouty expression. Did you even understand how gorgeous you were to him? Even when he first met you, he swore you were sent from the heavens.
âSugar, donât worry âbout the others. Dalâs secretly been tellinâ Two that we were a thing anyway. I donât mind it, would your family be okay with it?â His serene voice that wafted tobacco to your nose had confirmed just about everything you were thinking. So he liked you back, and the glances at your breasts during visits wasnât just because he couldnât make eye contact with you.
âI donât care what my parents say, but your parents.. whatâll they do to you if they find out? You know that keepinâ it a secret wonât do us any good.â You murmured, a hand of yours gently holding his hip and caressing the skin while tracing the outline of protruding bone.
That had Johnnyâs eyes forming hearts. Did you really think ahead of everything just to make sure he was gonna be alright? Good lord, he knew he was making the right choice.
âAh, whatâs a couple more bruises? Iâll be able to ditch them eventually, maybe move somewhere with you. How âbout that? Weâd move far away from Tulsa, maybe somewhere warmer. No more Socs, no more fights, hell, Iâd love to get rid of my cigs. I hate my teeth all yellow.â Johnny hummed at the thought of doing everything he listed off before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.
It started intimately, just two idiots mindlessly kissing with smiles mashed together while fingers entangled into each otherâs hair. Soft and meaningful, purposeful movements that were well thought out and calculated until Johnny moved his hips to show you what you had started. That hardening length slick with some pre-cum, and you moved your hand down to grip it and stroke it while adjusting.
Your body was now hovering over his, lips still intertwined while you wriggled off whatever clothes acted as a burden to what you were seeking. The hindrances you considered fabric to sheath your body were off of you in mere seconds, your body pulling away from his to throw your shirt off. Soon, your mouth found purchase against the soft muscle of his neck, desperately suckling some little hickeys into his flesh.
Painless bruises that expressed your affection. What was more beautiful than that?Â
The soft little squeaks of moans that tumbled freely from Johnnyâs pretty mouth just egged you on. Your hand fisting his cock mercilessly, milking him for all heâs got while showering him in soft praises. He deserved this kind of love, soft and sweet with just enough roughness to have you craving more.
âYeah, baby? Feels good? You can take it, you got it.â You lulled him, pressing innocent kisses to wherever you could reach your lips, listening to the sheets rustle beneath you as Johnny wiggled around.
Sprawled out while desperately grasping the blankets and sheets below him, he found himself teetering off of that perfect ledge of ecstasy that was exposed to him. He was so close to that pleasurable place of heaven on Earth, and he was worried you wouldnât let him cum. He hated edging.
But you didnât. Your expression seemed to anticipate his climax, and that further had the coil connecting his lower stomach and the base of his cock to tighten and tighten until he simply couldnât take it.
A cry that was so obviously forced to be squeezed quiet had alerted you just a few seconds before his climax that he was cumming. Sure enough, his pretty, pearly cum trickled down from his urethra and onto your soft skin, the liquid creating a thin sheen over your flesh.
The aftershocks of his body instantly made you become more sweet, hands resting on either side of his waist while gently caressing the warmed brown skin of his. Poor Johnny was rattling more than a damn Mexican maraca. Shudders made him all electric, but he soon found your hands gently holding his hips, and that grounded him.
âW-wait, I donât think I can go again, sugar. Maybe.. get on toppa me?â He asked so sweetly, so pleasantly as if youâd say no.
You were practically stunned speechless at his words, pondering for a moment before inevitably answering his plea. Johnny adjusted instantly when he saw the soft nod of your head, and you could only giggle at his ecstatic expression. Happy, just like how he deserved to feel.
Your legs were quickly situated over his head, and with nervous hands, you combed through the soft locks on his scalp. Ungreased and silky, it soothed you enough.
âWhat if Iâm heavy? I donât wanna crush you.â You smiled shyly, and Johnny simply shrugged while caressing your hamstrings with tender fingers. For a greaser, you still questioned how his fingers were delicate and smooth.Â
âThen Iâd die happy. Câmon, itâll be okay. How âbout this? If you hurt me at all, Iâll swat your legs lightly.â He offered, charming you with that devilishly sweet glint in his doe brown eyes.
You could only nod after he spoke, and you hesitantly lowered yourself onto his awaiting mouth. Nervousness caused your fingers to jitter sporadically, but you pushed through before sitting yourself onto his face. The warmth of his tongue caused a rattle to zoom up your spine like a racecar on a speedway, electrifying you.
The moans that were pulled from you just made Johnny all the more eager to please you, and he began to greedily feed off of your sweet nectar. The tangy taste of your juices were simply too addictive, could you even blame him? He didnât know which he preferred, nicotine or your delicious wetness.
You were beginning to grind on his face, his nose nudging your clit every time you missed or got too careless. The mess of your arousal was smudging onto his chin and upper lip, but you were too dazed out to really notice anyway. Poor Johnny was about to bust again from your desperation to get a climax, but he knew cumming twice was enough for him.
His tongue slurped up any drops your cunny managed to spurt out for him, the overstimulation of your labia and clit being teased had your toes curling. You were becoming sheen with sweat, but you didnât cease being quiet. Johnny was simply slurping you up like a snack, and you took it.
The coil within your lower abdomen threatened to snap, but you couldnât sum up the strength to get off of his mouth to save him from mess. His hands groping your ass or caressing your hammies didnât seem to let up either, in fact encouraging you to continue.
Johnnyâs tongue kept hitting all the ooey gooey spots inside of you that set all the nerves in your body ablaze, and it wasnât long until you were teetering over the thin line of release.
âJohnny! Johnny- Iâm gonna cum..! Baby, I-â Your orgasm had cut you off, your legs seizing and stopping all their movements while you thrashed about from the sheer intensity of whatever pleasure Johnny gave you.
Poor boyâs face was squished to mush, but he was so happy.
Soon, you found yourself coming back to reality, your control over your legs and you used this newfound control to get off of his face. The last thing you wanted was to crush him or suffocate him!
When you got yourself seated beside him, legs still a bit shaky, Johnny licked off whatever fluid you managed to spunk onto his face with a gleeful smile. How gross! But.. somewhat hot too. Johnny grinned at you, his teeth all crooked but so sweet on his face.
âFeel good, sugar?â He asked you, smiling all happy and pridefully. Making you cum was a big deal for him!
You chuckled softly to yourself at his words, they were suave in how he spoke. You couldnât admit to him that it was probably the best head youâve ever received, his ego would get too overinflated and the gang already had an overconfident Dally.
âYes, it felt good. Thank you.â You smiled, tucking yourself under the warm blankets of your own mattress. The duvet covers felt nice on your burning skin, even if it was a bit too hot for them.
Johnny beamed, getting under the blankets with you as well before throwing his lanky arms around you. It scared you for a second as it was unexpected, but you laughed and wholeheartedly accepted his hug. Warm arms encased you, and yours wrapped around him in return.
Giggles were shared and kisses were peppered all around, even some tickles to make everything seem more lively. Johnny also wanted you to feel like you werenât just there for some sex and nothing more.
God, you were so fucking in love.
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gavi having intense back pain after all the matches he has to play and trying to hide how exhausted he is from reader and trying his best to put efforts in the relationship so he doesnât hurt reader but reader realising and trying to comfort him both physically and mentally just a lot of fluff thank youuuu
youâre right - p.g. x reader
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cw : miscommunication, fluffy asffff
pairing : pablo gavi x reader
wc : 1.1k
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the front door creaked open and your head perked up from the sofa. your boyfriend was home from his latest match. it wasnât an important one so you stayed home and watched it on the tv.
barcelona won, and you had been waiting for him to come home. a smile spread across your face upon pabloâs return, but it fell when you saw his hunch and eyebrows knitted together in discomfort.
âhey baby.â he grunted out as he dropped his bag on the ground, kicked off his shoes, and tossed his keys onto the table near the door.
he walked slowly to you, trying to straighten his apparent hunch.
âwhatâs wrong, pablo? are you feeling okay?â
he finally made eye contact with you, his eyebrows softening at your concerned expression. âiâm feeling better than ever.â he smiled at you softly before approaching you on the couch.
you were genuinely concerned about his well-being since he was starting so many matches recently, but you let it go. if pablo was anything, he was dramatic. if he was hurt you would definitely know.
he shifted to sit next to your legs on the couch. he lowered himself with a pained grunt. thatâs what concerned you. he sounded like he was fifty-six and had serious arthritis.
âoh my god- pablo..â
he sat himself down on the couch with a sigh, turning to you with a smile. âi missed you, y/n.â
he leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead.
âare you certain youâre okay? you look like youâre in pai-â
âdonât worry about me, okay, darling?â ignoring the question, he stretched his arm across your shoulders and diverted his attention to the tv in front of you.
you let it go again. heâs smart enough to know when something is wrong with him and not leave it in the air.
you thought.
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you both fell asleep on the couch watching whatever was on.
you woke up to the smell of popcorn and some bottles opening. squinting, you looked over into the bright kitchen. he had made a bowl of popcorn and was carrying drinks with him. he only had two hands, of course, but had wedged the drinks in the crease of his elbows, holding them to his side.
his tongue was stuck out slightly as he focused on not dropping anything. you giggled at his effort to not take two trips.
âwhat? work smarter, not harderâ he joked as you made room for him on the couch.
he sat next to you and placed the food on the table in front of the couch. âwhy are you doing this, pablo? we need to eat dinner! and what about your diet? what- mmm!-â
he shut you up with a kiss.
âjust wanted to spoil my favourite girl..â
he smiled and kissed you again, his hands raking into your hair. âi feel like thereâs a catch.. youâre gonna do something ba- STOPâ
pablo had completely switched up and started tickling you. he knelt and trapped you between his legs. he started tickling and pinching your sides. you couldnât help but laugh, of course.
you were laughing so hard that it hurt. âpablo stop! serious- seriously stop it- ah!-â
he was also laughing as he continued annoying you, pinning you down with the weight of his body alone. you opened your eyes and saw him looking down at your waist, his hands still attacking your sides.
you twisted to the side in discomfort as he proceeded to tickle you. when you twisted, his body froze. he let out a groan and hissed as his back was caught in a weird position.
he stopped tickling you to fix his posture.
you took that opportunity to catch your breath before sitting up.
âpablo, whatâs wrong? you look like youâve been in pain all day! iâm seriously getting concerned.â
he looked up at you sheepishly. ânothings wrong, mi amor. i promise iâm fine, argh-â
he grunted as he tried to sit down, his hand flying to his back. he pressed down and gritted his teeth.
âokay, thatâs enough. lay down.â
you got up from the couch and pointed to it, your expression stern.
ây/n, iâm fi-â
âlay. down.â
he bit his lip in defeat and lowered his body slowly onto the couch, stomach down. he rested his head on his hands and turned his head to the side to look at you.
âwhat happened, pablo?â you straddled his lower back and pulled up his thin shirt so you could see his back.
there were no visible injuries, but you could tell that he was tense and in pain.
âjust⊠just tired. thereâs so many matches and- ohh..â
pablo let out a long moan as you pushed your hands gently down onto his sore back. you moved your hands up and down the middle of his back, applying some pressure.
âmy god! youâre so tense, baby..â you continued rubbing his back, listening to his groans and hisses. âthis isnât healthy. you need to talk to your coach.â
âiâm fine.. itâs just, a lot right now. once i get back into the groove of things- mmpgh, oh god-â
every time you pressed into one specific part of his mid back, he wouldnât shut up. âdoes it hurt here?â you whispered, and he nodded against the fabric of the couch.
you smiled softly and continued kneading at his muscles. he hummed softly, his hums gradually getting less and less frequent as you continued massaging him. âdoes that feel better?â
he grinned into the couch and turned his head back to look at you. âso much better. thank you, mi amor.â he placed a grateful kiss on your lips and you giggled against his.
after pulling his shirt back down, you laid down on his back and wrapped your arms around him from under his armpits. âglad i could make you feel better, but you need to take a rest day, pablo.â
you reminded him sternly, and he looked down at the couch in defeat. âi think so too. i just donât want to let the team down.â
your eyes widened at his words. this stubborn man was agreeing to what you were saying? pigs must be flying. and let the team down? heâs done everything but that.
âpablo, if you think youâre going to let the team down, youâre stupid. youâve done nothing but help barcelona excel and youâre a huge asset to the squad. donât beat yourself up over this.â
he sighed under you before turning to kiss your hand that was near his face. he smiled softly against your hand before whispering out.
âyouâre right.â
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âDON'T BELIEVE THE SIGNS
miya atsumu x fem!reader
+ angst (no comfort what y'all expect), lovers to exes
other tags: microcheating, LAZY WRITING, babe/baby nicknames, small cases
wc: 833
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atsumu loves you. he definitely does.
a year into the relationshipâ and six months of courtingâ he can say he's contented with you, and he shows it through his words and actions.
there was a time when atsumu drove past the hotel where his exâ who he once thought of was his greatest loveâ booked their first anniversary to.
you were on the passenger seat, your hand on his where it rests on your lap, fully unaware what was going through his mind. both his hand twitched. you, who didn't let things go unnoticed, giggled at him, brushing your thumbs on the back of his hand.
in his eyes, of course, you're his greatest love.
atsumu walks through the aisle, cart in tow. his eyes saw a chocolate bar he hasn't seen in a whileâ the exact chocolate bar that his ex had given him for valentine's one time.
he shook his head, asking to himself why he was still reminded of her.
he didn't think much of it the first and second time, but as time went by and more things reminded him of his past lover, he was almost convinced the universe was giving him signs that maybe he hasn't really moved onâ that maybe you two weren't really meant for forever. he was almost convinced.
and because he wasn't fully convinced, he didn't do anything about it, but you were beginning to notice something was off.
"baby, did you get my chocolates?"
"yeah, it should still be inside one of the paper bags."
you jumped off of your seat, eyes tired from looking at your laptop screen due to your work from home job.
you croached down to look for the 3 musketeers chocolate you dearly love, but there was only maltesers and twix bars. you frowned.
"i don't see any muskeeters in here, babe," you whined.
his eyes furrowed, "huh? i bought maltesers. aren't those your fave?"
you shook your head, your lips forming a thin line.
atsumu's eyes widen slightly in realization, you almost didn't catch it.
the silence passed for a minute, both of you staring at each other. you weren't sure if you should confirm it, but in your mind, he didn't need to.
he mistakened her favorite chocolate as your's.
he apologized, but that doesn't mean it didn't get worse. that doesn't mean signs about his ex didn't stop showing up, and that doesn't mean it didn't gradually made him uncomfortable.
y/n: can you take out paella for dinner? cant cook tonight :-(
tsumtsum: ocake
y/n: ty! i love you!
tsumtsum: i love u
when atsumu got home that night, he had bought paella for take out good for two. being a considerate boyfriend, he made sure it wasn't seafood since you're apparently allergic to shellfish.
but when you padded your feet to the dinning room and saw the chicken and chorizo paella, your eyebrows knit together. you weren't a pick eater but seafood, especially shrimp, was your absolute favorite. you were looking forward to having seafood for dinner.
but why isn't it seafood paella?
you gulped the hurt that you were feeling rising up your throat from your chest. atsumu was too busy looking for something to drink in the fridge.
"was there no seafood available?"
he glanced over his shoulder to look at you, "what do you mean? you're allergic."
"babe."
"what?"
"i love seafood."
this time his eyes slowly closed, realizing another mistake. another thing he forgot about you.
"what are you not telling me?"
he couldn't tell you. not when he wasn't sure, so he shook his head, apologized and made up an excuse.
from there on, he kept trying to make up to you. but it just didn't feel the same anymore because it either felt like out of obligation or he was trying to cover up the other things he hurt you for. each time he does, he doesn't realize his temper was thinning.
you tried to communicate with him over and over again whenever something felt off.
but your patience, your empathy, your love can only go so far.
what he doesn't notice is he wipes his lips or cheek whenever you kiss him.
what he doesn't notice is he glowered whenever you talked.
what he doesn't notice is he stopped exerting effort.
he doesn't notice he's showing all the signs that he's gradually falling out of love.
he doesn't notice that he's losing you.
but you do.
you, the silly lover girl who didn't let things go unnoticed.
you tried one last time to communicate to him your feelings. irritated, he only said, "i'm tired of this."
so after you waited him to go to sleep, you decided to leave.
you place a hand on his forehead and kiss the back of your hand as goodbye, fearing that even in his sleep he'd find annoyance in itâ that it'd wake him up or he'd wipe the kiss away even in his sleep.
that was the last time atsumu has seen you.
and he noticed now that he shouldn't have believed in the signs.
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eiffel tower â kim mingyu + jeon wonwoo
wc. 1.3k+
warnings. threesome, degradation, praise, throat fucking, eiffel tower position <3, allusions to reader being a masochist, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, slut), snowballing/cum swapping hehe, mean dom!wonu, soft, needy dom!mingyu, needy sub!reader
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âlook at you,â wonwoo grunts, watching himself disappear into your sopping heat. âtaking two cocks at the same time,â he feels you clamp around him and he chuckles gruffly. âjust like a slut.âÂ
âdonât listen to him princess, youâre doing so well for us,â mingyu moans, gripping your hair tightly and pushing you further down his large length. you moan at the sudden intrusion, feeling so completely and utterly full, and mingyu feels it vibrate his entire body.Â
youâre not sure how you ended up with your best friend fucking you from behind while your other best friend fucks your throat, but youâre truly not complaining.Â
âwonwoo, tell h-her she's doing a good job,â mingyu demands weakly and his best friend simply laughs at his desperate state.Â
you look up at him while continuing to bob your head at his will. with disheveled hair and his eyebrows knit together, mingyu looks fucked and you canât help but clench tightly around wonwoo at the view.Â
his grip on your waist tightens, near bruising. âfuck,â he hisses behind you. he snaps his hips harder into you, tip of his cock meeting your cervix. âtakinâ me well, sweetheart. slutty little pussy feels like it was made for me.â
mingyu bucks his hips up, a guttural groan erupting in the back of his throat when he feels yours enclose around the tip of his fat cock. âus. made for us.â he spits. âright, baby? pretty pussy and mouth are all for us, yeah?â
you want to reply and mingyu can tell by the way youâre choking on him so he yanks you off by the hair. a string of saliva connects your puffy lips to his cock, but you look into mingyuâs eyes with your teary ones and nod.Â
you whimper out, voice a bit hoarse and shaky due to both of their unrelenting force and speed. âm-made for both of you.â
wonwoo moans, giving you sharper, deeper thrusts. his hands wonât let up on the bruising grip he has you in. honestly, heâs never felt this close to losing it before and if he had known his best friend's pussy was the worldâs finest, he would have offered to fuck you months ago. your cunt has him in some type of trance with the way your gummy walls wrap around him so perfectly.Â
and mingyu⊠mingyu has already lost it, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at your words. he doesnât want to hurt youâ though it seems like something you're intoâ but heâs pushing you back on to his cock where you openly accept him into your throat again. he moans, guiding your head up and down.Â
you feel so full. so full of cock and itâs so good. too good. it has you clamping your already-tight walls around the man fucking into you from the back and whines vibrating the cock of the disheveled man in front of you.
ïżœïżœïżœfuuuck,â mingyu cries, throwing his head back. âso good, so fucking good. youâre so good for us.â he babbles and you feel him twitch inside your mouth. when you feel his hands push you all the way down, you know whatâs about to come. him.Â
wonwoo pipes up while you splutter around your other friend, âmingyuâs âbout to cum, baby, youâll let him fill up that nice lil throat, yeah?â
all it takes is another loud, vibrating whine and your incessant attempts of trying to swallow around his cock for him to completely let go. he cries and moans out variations of your name while his massive load of cum paints the inside of your throat. he doesnât pull you off till you cough around him, and when does, you splutter again with cum and spit dribbling out of your mouth.Â
mingyu is enamored with you, quickly maneuvering himself and gently wrapping his hand around your throat so he can swiftly press his lips against your. when you give him a surprised gasp, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, effectively tasting himself in your mouth.Â
and wonwoo thinks itâs so hot seeing how needy the two of you are for each other. he thinks itâs hot to see cum and spit sloppily spilling out of your mouths while the two of you engage in a heated kiss. he thinks itâs hot that youâre both loudly moaning into each others messy mouths. he thinks itâs all hot, but he wants your attention now.
âsuch a needy slut,â he grunts, thrust growing even harder making you sob into mingyuâs mouth.Â
you part from mingyu, to which he whines, mouth moving down to kiss at your jaw. âwonwoo!â you cry a mantra of his name. âwonwoo, wonwooïżœïżœïżœâ
âwhat, baby, is that all you can say? is my name the only thing in that pretty head now?â he asks breathily as he feels heâs on the precipice of an orgasm. âdid our cocks fuck you stupid?â
you cry, âyes! wonwoo, âm gonna cumâ k-keep fucking me!â
he groans loudly, obliging and not letting his speed falter. ânot even a please?â
heâd let you cum even if you hadnât said pleaseâ pussy this good deserves good thingsâ but he just wants to hear what it sounds like when you beg. wants to hear that pretty voice beg for his cock, for his cum.
âgod! please! please donât stop, won, âm gonna cumâ!â you plead before youâre cut off by your own scream, collapsing into mingyu where he continues to worship you with sweet kisses. you explode all over his cock, forcefully soaking him with your arousal. he feels how youâve tightened around him and heâs feeling close, too. his dick is throbbing and his balls are drawing up while he effortlessly continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
he grunts, âwhere do you want me to cum, baby?â
âinside,â you pant, words strained.
mingyu groans at your words, feeling himself throb at the thought of filling you up with cum. heâs a bit envious now that he got your mouth instead of your pussy, but wonwoo insisted that he should be first so mingyuâs too-big length is a bit easier to take later. (even though taking wonwooâs dick impressively stretched and filled you.)
wonwoo slams into you with brute force, nearly sending you forward while his cum sprays your walls and fills you to the brim. heâs moaning and grunting softly, pretty sounds that you wish were a bit louder.Â
and his cum makes you feel warm, but you whine when he pulls out all of a sudden and his comforting load drips out of you and onto his sheets. you pout at the loss, nuzzling into mingyu.Â
âdid such a good job, princess. youâre our good girlâ right, wonwoo?â mingyu says gingerly before looking up at his best friend with a face that screams, âtell her or i kill you.â
wonwoo hums, tiredly murmuring out. âyeah, baby, youâre our good girl.â his hands caress your side. âour good girl can take more, though, donât you think, mingyu?â
mingyu bites his bottom lip, dick hardening at the thought of being able to fuck you. âcan you, princess?â
âplease, gyuâ i can take it⊠i wanna take your cock now.â you agree, voice soft.Â
wonwoo rolls his eyes. youâre insatiable.Â
âand what about me, princess?â he asks almost mockingly. âyou just want me to watch?â
youâre quick to blurt out, ân-no! i⊠i want you to touch me ân kiss me ân stuff.â you sit up and turn to look at him, pouty lips present.Â
your words make him chuckle. âand stuff?â he asks with a smile, to which you nod. âhm, okay. how about⊠you sit between my legs and iâll play with your tits and pretty little clit while mingyu fucks you? how does that sound, baby?âÂ
your breath hitches and you nod vigorously making both mingyu and the elder groan.Â
âgood, and as for a kiss,â he says, voice lowering as he leans in with a smug smirk. he takes your chin between his fingers and you try to chase his lips but his hands keep you from moving in. âyouâll have to come and get it if you really want one.âÂ
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YOUR WADE WILSONâS HEADCANONS WERE SO GOOODDDDDD PLS DO MORE WADE STUFF OMG <33
WADE WILSON X READER
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<RATING: PG-13, DESCRIPTION OF A MAKEOUT, BITING>
A/N : More Wade due to popular request! Which I didnât expect at all because I thought I wrote him out of character BUT THE CROWD SAYS OTHERWISE (and Iâm hugging the crowd so hard, thank you all deeply for the compliments)!!!! No additional warnings than the rating!
You groan in anguish while sitting on your couch. Wade said heâd âbe home in a jiffyâ thirty minutes ago when you called him. Maybe you should call him again. Yeah, youâll call him again.
The phone rings once before he picks up. He grunts while fumbling to get his phone positioned between his shoulder and cheek. âHey, pumpkin! Did something happen? Is everything okay? Whatâs up,â he asks with the most excited tone, sounding absolutely thrilled just to hear your voice. You let out a huff while shaking your head. âNo, nothingâs wrong. I just miss you so badly. Please come home, Wade,â you whine, pouting even if Wade canât see it himself. He laughs at your whining as he slips his phone into his hand. âIâll be there soon. I pinky promise, okay,â he says with a sincere tone. You exhale deeply and hum in agreement. âOkay, but you better not be lying again. If you are, youâre sleeping on the couch,â you threaten. Wade audibly gasps. âThe couch? Oh, you wouldnât dare,â he challenges with a playful tone. âI so would,â you reply. âGood thing Iâm not lying then,â he says before he hangs up on you. Youâre about to grab the nearest pillow and scream into it before you hear Wade open the door.
You get up from the couch and run up to him happily. âOh my god! I missed you, you idiot,â you chuckle as your arms wrap tightly around his waist. He pretends to start choking and gasping for air. âHoly shit, baby! If I could die itâd be from your sweet self crushing my bones so hard they puncture a lung,â he jokes. You ignore his words and hug him a little bit harder just for saying that. Once you pull back and look into his eyes, he points towards something with his gaze. You look where his eyes are guiding you, and heâs holding a tube of chapstick. Your grip around him loosens and you frown with nothing but love for him. âOh come on. You didnât have to go out for that long just to get me some new chapstick. I told you I couldâve gotten some myself,â you insist while looking at Wade. He does nothing but give you a goofy smile in response. âBut I did, sugar. I really, really did,â he assures you before kissing your nose.
âNow, how about we â sorry, you try it? I meant you. I bought this for you,â he corrects with a straight face. You shake your head because you know exactly what he intends to do. You sigh softly and take the chapstick out of his hand, watching him eye you intently while you put it on. âHoly Mary, mother of Jesus, you are just stunning,â he mutters softly. âWade! Stop that,â you exclaim before playfully hitting his arm. He rubs his bicep as if you made him experience the worst pain ever, frowning like an abandoned puppy from your actions. He mumbles a soft sorry while letting you finish applying the chapstick.
âOh! Thatâs really nice. Whereâd you get this,â you ask with wide eyes. Wade simply shrugs and smiles before grabbing you with one hand on your back and one under your thigh. âCâmere you,â he grunts. He butts his forehead against yours like a cling cat, humming happily. You are completely silent aside from the heavy breaths caused by Wadeâs sudden actions. âWhat the hell was that for,â you ask through a nervous laugh. âI donât need to explain for that was for. Now, let me try some of your chapstick. I bought it, so itâs fair game,â he teased before leaning forward to press his lips onto yours.
He sighs against your soft skin, brows knitting together tightly. Your hands go from his shoulders to the back of his head and you ever so slightly dig into his flesh. He pulls back, eyes wide and expectant. âI think I need to get another taste,â he mumbles almost mindlessly while attempting to keep up his usual attitude. âAnd Iâd be glad to give it to you,â you manage to huff out before tightening your legs around his waist a bit more. Wade tries his best to be as close as possible to you while holding you in his arms. He fingers dig into your thighs and the hand on your back juts to press you closer against him. He bites at your bottom lip, panting heavily. Youâre quick to let him in, your tongues pressing as he tastes you. You whine into his mouth and the bastard smiles against you. As much as you want to slap him for smiling right now, you donât blame him for feeling so giddy.
He moves cautiously over to the couch, sitting you down on his lap carefully. He unlatches himself from your lips and looks up at you with his big, brown eyes that look so pitifully pretty in the moment. Youâve never seen him so star struck during your makeout sessions. âWhatâs up,â you ask with a slightly concerned look on your face. His lips form the smallest smile before he whispers to you, âNothing. Youâre just so damn delicious, baby.â
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