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do you believe me now? | 3
in which spencer reid spends a rainy day teaching inexperienced fem!reader how to touch him. of course, her efforts don't go unrecognized, much less unrewarded
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18+ (smut) warnings: inexperienced reader, softdom!spencer, sub reader, oral m receiving, reader swallows lol, a truly sickening amount of praise, like really, you JOKINGLY refer to each other as dirty sluts, r has longish hair, spit mentioned once, thigh riding (moans loudly), its filthy idk what to tell you, i feel like i've crossed the desert on foot i don't even know what else is in here, your honor they're in love, i take you to dinner first, this part is stupidly long a/n: had a fucking field day the three separate times i had to rewrite this el oh el... but think i like how it turned out?! anyway, if u like this PLS lmk bc writing it took a small piece of my soul, and yes there will be a part four!! take care of yourselves!! i love you!!!
You give Spencer half a minute or so before knocking on his door for a second time.
It’s miserable outside, and though the hallway you’re standing in now isn’t terribly cold, you’d much prefer to be in Spencer’s apartment, where it will be the same toasty 68.5 degrees as always. Not that the heating will magically dry you. And not that you’ll be there for long, if the date you’d scheduled last week goes on as planned.
You’re getting worried, about to knock for a third time when the locks finally click and the door opens to reveal a disheveled Spencer Reid—not at all looking ready for a date. You take in his ensemble; blue checked pajama pants, FBI Academy crewneck, the usual questionably paired socks. He’s rubbing his droopy eyes, which slowly widen as he notices your attire.
“Shit, I’m sorry, our date! I mean—you look really nice. I look… like this. Why don’t you come in while I get ready to go?”
He holds the door open a little wider and you step through, relishing in the familiar warmth as you pull your hood down and excess water droplets spatter on the ground.
“When did you get in?” you ask, hanging your raincoat up on a hook. You know he’d wrapped up a case yesterday evening, but you’d gone to sleep before the team left Cincinnati.
Spencer pauses in the middle of the room, staring at the antique flooring like he forgot what he was doing.
“Uh… four hours ago.”
“Wh—four hours? Spencer, you must be exhausted.”
He laughs awkwardly, running a tired hand over his face.
“I mean… I’ve definitely felt better.”
You kick your soaked shoes off and cross the room until you’re toe to toe with him. Immediately his hands settle on your waist and yours find his arms. His eyes are kind, and he’s clearly pleased by your presence despite his lack of energy.
“The weather’s terrible, anyway. Let’s just go out another day.”
His features have softened and you can see how tired he truly is—not just in his bleary eyes, but the way his fingers grasp weakly to you, the way his head bows slightly. It seems bone-deep.
“But I haven’t seen you in a week. I don’t want you to go home.”
Your lips twist. A clap of thunder rolls in the distance and the rain starts coming down even harder against the windowpanes.
“We could hang out here. We can take a nap!”
Spencer sighs—half resignation, half disappointment.
“But we made such good plans,” he laments.
You kiss his cheek.
“Plans that can be rescheduled. The bookstore will still be there next weekend.”
It takes him a moment to settle into the idea, but you watch the exhaustion win.
“Okay. But no nap. I want to be awake for you. Coffee?”
You nod enthusiastically, beaming at the prospect of getting to spend the day doing nothing with him. Spencer mirrors your grin, before pressing a kiss to your head.
“You’re so cute.” Heat creeps into your cheeks and you can’t think of a satisfactory reply, but in the end you don’t need to, as he tugs gently on your hands. “C’mon. Tell me what mug you want.”
The kitchen counter bites into your palms as you lean with your back to it, watching Spencer putter all around the kitchen as he works on the coffee. It makes you tired just to watch.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a nap? Caffeine isn’t a substitute for sleep, you know.”
“I do know,” he agrees, measuring coffee grounds. “But other than last night, I actually slept fairly well this week.”
“You seem exhausted.”
“I… am tired in lots of ways. Not all of which can be resolved with more sleep.” he admits.
Your heart drops ever so slightly at the way his voice weakens as he looks through the fridge. Sometimes you remember there are still things you don’t know about him—sides you haven’t met. His work side is one of them, and it more than a little intimidates you.
“Bad case?” you ask, voice quiet and crackling with nervous energy.
Spencer nods, approaching and setting a carton of milk on the counter behind you—caging you in with his arms in the process. It’s hard to find the words when he’s this close, but you manage to stumble through them.
“Do… do you wanna talk about it?”
Spencer hums, tilting his head before gently saying, “not right now. But thank you for offering, lovely.”
“Okay, well—if you change your mind… if there’s anything I can do to make you feel better…”
Finally he stops with the teasing—the unabashed staring at your lips, the faux-attentive nods—and drops his head to your level to kiss you properly. It’s obviously an attempt to get you to shut up, you’re not dumb enough so as to miss that—but you don’t really care why he’s doing it so long as he does it at all.
“I feel pretty great right now, actually,” he murmurs against your lips, a hint of a smile coloring his words. “Do you want sugar in yours?”
“Um…”
Your eyes dart helplessly between his as he pulls away and you struggle to un-fluster yourself enough to answer his simple question. Spencer seems to delight in this. The longer it takes you, the bigger his perfect smile gets.
“You took too long. You’re getting sugar.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” you plead later on the couch, for the third or fourth time, setting your mostly-empty mug on the coffee table.
His eyebrows raise.
“I’m sure, honey.”
“But I want to help,” you pout, pulling your knees into your chest. Spencer regards you for a moment from the other end of the couch, before beckoning you closer wordlessly.
“You are helping,” he assures you, gently grabbing your wrist as you crawl into his lap. He rubs soothing circles into the delicate skin with his thumb. “You being here and being you is plenty.”
It’s the closest you’ve been to him since before he left, and while you’ve all but given up on asking him to sleep with you, it doesn’t mean you don’t think about it multiple times per day. It’s especially difficult to keep your thoughts PG when you haven’t seen him in a week, and his hair is all messy, and he’s got his pajamas on, and you’re in his lap, and he’s looking at you like that.
“What are you thinking about?” Spencer murmurs, likely concerned by your lack of response and the glazed-over look in your eyes. You reanimate, averting your gaze to the spot on your thigh he’s now rubbing absentmindedly.
“Nothing. I just missed you.”
“I missed you a lot, too.” You don’t even have to look up to know that his brows have twisted into a pleasant sort of bemusement, like you are a particularly complex puzzle—you can hear it as he continues speaking. “I’m still not used to having something external take up so much of my attention while I’m trying to do my job. I’ve never had that before. Not something good, anyway. It’s like every time I leave, I’m thinking about you more than the time before. And I was already thinking about you a lot.”
The corner of your mouth twitches as he rambles.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” he chuckles. “You prove to be incredibly distracting even when you’re hundreds of miles away. Do you know how many nights I almost called you before realizing it was one in the morning?”
A slow smile spreads over your face.
“Oh? Whatever could you have been calling about at one in the morning?”
You’re teasing him, and it works. He blushes adorably.
“Um… probably exactly what you’d expect. In hindsight I think it’s best that I refrained.”
“What?” You grin, incredulous, forgetting your shyness and leaning closer. “You totally should’ve. I’ve never had phone sex before. I would’ve done it.”
“No, you wouldn’t!” Spencer laughs. “It would have just been me talking to myself with you on the other line. I don’t think phone sex is really up your alley.”
“Shut up,” you laugh as your lips meet. He smiles into the kiss. Before you get too lost in it, you pull away, leaning back when he tries to follow you. “I think you’re over-complicating it. It’s just dirty talk, right? I can totally do that. It’s just, like… blah blah blah, dirty slut, something something…”
You trail off as he gives you a look. Poker faced—aside from the slightly narrowed eyes sparkling with humor.
“You want me to refer to you as a dirty slut?”
Maintaining eye contact is an uphill battle—you crack in a matter of seconds, resting your forehead against his and closing your eyes stubbornly.
“No. For all you know I want to call you a dirty slut.”
It’s ridiculous, but he recognizes the bravado for what it is, still smiling slightly as he rubs your hips.
“Right. I apologize for assuming. But just for future reference, I don’t want to be called that, and I don’t think I’d be comfortable calling you that, either.”
“But you can call me other stuff,” you remind your boyfriend, pulling back and still not looking at him.
“Yeah? Like what?”
And just like that, you’re shy again.
“I don’t know… nice things. I like when you’re nice.”
“I like being nice to you.” It’s so sincere-sounding that you meet his gaze, examining his face. His eyes are clear and soft on you, the only source of warm light on such a grey day, as his hands keep running slow lines over your sides. “Kiss?”
And how could you ever deny him anything?
As has happened before, the kiss starts out innocent enough. And it’s not that it gets particularly heated, or anything—it’s just that it doesn’t end, and after a few moments your mouth slips open and so does his and that’swhat gets both of you worked up over a period of minutes. Pressure and heat that you’re becoming accustomed to build between your legs, and you don’t even notice that you’ve begun rocking back and forth in his lap until Spencer is attempting to still your hips with patient but assertive hands.
“Honey, that’s—slow down, sweetheart.”
Finally he gets a grip on you and you realize as soon as you stop moving that there had been friction occurring—and you’re pretty damn sure you know what you were grinding against.
Your whole body feels hot with arousal and embarrassment.
“Oh my god—I’m sorry,” you mumble, moving your hands from his shoulders to cover your face. “That was an accident, I—”
“It’s fine,” Spencer assures you, squeezing your waist gently. “I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing because I know we haven’t… gotten there, yet.”
A moment passes—your hands fall to the FBI stitching across his chest, studying the letters without really seeing them. You haven’t gotten there yet… but why not? Why haven’t you touched him, or even seen him? You think back to the few times he’s touched you and realize that you had been too busy with either your own insecurities or pleasure to genuinely consider how it might be affecting him. He says your name gently, drawing your attention.
“You okay?”
You nod haltingly, brow furrowed as you think.
“I—yeah. I was just realizing that I haven’t, like… touched you, yet.”
It’s silent for another long second, and you glance up, to where he’s studying you with a dissonant kind of relaxed scrutiny—a knowing confidence that probably comes with a lot more experience than you have.
“Do you want to?”
Woah.
Usually you have to beg on hands and knees and prepare a slideshow presentation before he agrees to doing anything sexual in nature. He’s never so overtly invited or initiated it before. Not that you’re complaining by any stretch of the imagination.
You nod shyly, still fiddling with the fabric of his shirt.
“If you want to, I can show you how. But it’s also absolutely okay if you don’t.”
Show you how?
Your brain is melting into sludge at the idea.
“I do,” you admit, meeting his gaze again. It’s kind, and you know he really wouldn’t be upset if you said no—but now that you’ve thought about it, you feel deeply compelled to try.
“Okay. Come here, first.” You lean forward expectantly, eyes fluttering shut as his hand finds the back of your neck and he pulls you into another soft kiss. By the time your lips separate again, your head is spinning. “We’re just trying something, okay? You’re allowed to stop whenever you feel like it. Really low stakes. Got it?”
You nod, still close enough that your noses brush as you do.
“Got it.”
He presses one more chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away and leaning back into the couch.
“Scoot back a little, angel.”
Wordlessly you do so, heart pounding with nervous excitement as he lifts his hips and slides his pajama pants down just enough to where he can comfortably pull himself out, and—
Your breath catches.
Now, you may be about as virginal as they come, but you weren’t born yesterday. You’ve seen porn, you’ve received unsolicited nudes—it is the 21st century. Yet never before have you thought to yourself; wow, that dick is the pinnacle of beauty. Perfect. Breathtaking. But there’s just no other way to describe him.
So that’s what hits you first—how unexpectedly pretty it is.
The size sinks in a quick second later.
You can’t tell with perfect accuracy how many inches he is, but you’re pretty damn sure he’s big. That’s meant to fit inside of you?
No, no—that’s a consideration for another day. Right now you need to stop staring like an idiot. You glance up at his face, and he’s sporting a cocky little half-smile which lets you know you’ve been caught. Motherfucker he’s so hot. It’s unnerving.
“Do you have something you’d like to say?” he asks politely, quite obviously containing his amusement. But you can’t summon a sufficiently sarcastic response.
Your voice comes so soft when you reply, “you’re pretty.”
Spencer melts, eyes impossibly softening.
“Pretty?” His smile is earnest now. He strokes your cheek and you can’t not lean into his touch.
“Mhm. I want to, um…” your lips twist to the side as you look back down, finding he’s not gotten less intimidating since you last checked. “But what if I’m bad at it?” you whisper. He chuckles, brushing hair over your shoulder.
“It’s kind of a hard thing to be bad at. And I’m gonna help you, okay?”
It’s the honesty with which he speaks to you that makes you feel so safe. There are no hidden intentions or words that seem to mean one thing but really mean another. Spencer wants you as a person more than he wants you as a body and that’s been clear since the first time he touched you. You take a deep breath.
“Okay. What do I do?”
“First, you’re gonna spit in your hand.”
You look up, alarmed.
“You want me to intentionally get my spit on you? Is that not your worst nightmare?”
“Believe it or not, I’m not super worried about yours,” he teases. “But if you’d prefer, I can spit in your hand.”
“Actually, mine is fine,” you laugh nervously.
Hesitantly, you do as instructed, even though it seems frankly bizarre.
“Good. Now just wrap your hand around it, like this.” His voice is quiet, focused as he guides your hand downward. Your heart rate ticks up again as he encourages you to wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He feels much warmer than you’d expected—his skin is silken beneath your touch but he’s undeniably hard and that sort of eliminates any sense of him being fragile from the equation.
“It’s gonna be less sensitive down here—and then, up here—” he slides your hand back up, covering your thumb with his own and swiping it just below the head of his cock on the underside. He hisses and you look up in fascination. “That’s the most sensitive part.”
Without further instruction, you do it again, keeping your touch light and watching his face for a reaction. His drawn brows twitch, furrowing deeper for a second, and his lips part. A heavy exhalation passes between them and quickly builds into a breathy laugh.
“What?” you murmur, over-eager to please and very nervous to do something wrong.
“Nothing. Just feels good, that’s all.”
“Don’t laugh,” you pout. Of course that makes him laugh again, and he leans forward to kiss your head.
“I’m laughing at myself, angel. I’m a grown man fighting for my life from a handjob that you’ve barely started. I knew it would be different with you but I didn’t realize it would be this different.”
Heat rises in your cheeks and you look away.
“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”
“I’m not lying,” he urges, grabbing your free hand and encouraging you to uncurl your fingers. His thumb traces circles in your open palm, before capturing your entire hand in his. “Do you feel how much softer your hand is than mine?”
You frown, attempting to feel whatever it is that he’s pointing out. Despite the fact that you think he has very nice hands, you realize he’s right. By no means would you say that they’re rough, but you can tell where his gun normally sits in his hands, where his fountain pen rubs against his fingers. “Yeah.”
“Yeah. Anything you do is going to be perfect because it’s you.”
Spencer drops his hand to your leg, rubbing it soothingly. The other moves to cover yours—the one wrapped around him.
“You’re gonna help me, right?” you ask quietly. Some adventurous part of you is very excited about this as an experiment—fascinated by the reactions you’ve already gotten from him and eager to push it.
“I am. Little bit tighter, honey. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
You do as you’re told, and he’s murmuring more praise—slowly encouraging you to begin moving your hand with his own. A shaky exhale catches your attention, drawing your gaze to his face. His eyes are, of course, cast downward, but his expression is hypnotizing. Those lips remain slightly parted, and suddenly you wonder if he makes noises like you do. In that moment it becomes your life’s mission to find out.
For a while you continue letting his hand guide your movements, but he keeps things so slow for your sake that you’re getting impatient. You forgo his direction, picking up the pace but trying to keep the rhythm he’d instilled in the motion. His hand slackens around yours.
“Fuck,” he hisses to himself. The hand on your thigh rubs achingly deeper into the flesh. “Angel, what are you doing?”
“I want it to feel good.” Suddenly shy again, you slow down. His hips stutter, which you think may be a sign that it was working. “Am I—was that bad?” Spencer looses a breath, looking almost… frustrated?
“No, I’m just—I’m weirdly close to coming.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“Well,” he mutters, “not usually. Mostly it’s embarrassing.”
You giggle, a release of some tension, and begin pumping your hand again. His breath hitches and he finally looks up at you, meeting your eyes with his own lust-glazed ones. Heat pools deep between your legs.
“I want you to come,” you admit quietly as you twist your wrist, brushing that spot underneath the head of his cock again. His jaw literally drops, and a look that is part confusion, part pleasure, twists his features. You see the surprise sparkling in his eyes and it only spurs you to keep talking. “I’ve never seen how you look when you do, but I’ve imagined it. I bet you look so pretty when you come, Spencer. ‘Nd then I would know that I can make you feel good, too.”
“You… you are making me feel good,” he assures you. The way his brow furrows and his lips are parted give you a feeling that’s entirely new. Normally, you’re the one falling apart under his touch—but when it’s the other way around there’s a whole new kind of pleasure in it for you. You feel kind of powerful. Maybe even close to confident.
“Really? I’m not this quiet when you touch me.”
“I’ve ha—ah—had more practice not making noise.”
“But why?” you implore, ignoring the fact that he’s slept with other women and enjoyed the sounds they made, and opting to brush your thumb across that extra sensitive part he definitely shouldn’t have told you about. His hips buck up and he hisses, which is immensely gratifying to you.
“Because I like to listen.”
“What if I do, too?”
In a moment of divine inspiration , you cover the tip of his cock with your hand, swirling beads of pre-come over your palm. Spencer moans and his hips jut up into your grip. It’s a beautiful sound, just as you’d hoped.
“Jesus, fuck.”
You understand why he seems to enjoy touching you so much. It’s so rewarding to watch as his breathing picks up and pleasure contorts his face—to watch him get messier and messier and lose his composure a bit more with each stroke of your hand. It’s so simple but Spencer looks at you like you’re exercising some arcane deviant power over him and he’s not sure he should be enjoying it as much as he is.
Distantly you think about how it felt when he had his hands on you—and then, in clearer focus, how it felt when he went down on you. Both were perfect, but something about his lips so gentle on the most intimate, vulnerable part of you had felt like ascension. Maybe it was the emotional component, or maybe it just felt fucking good. Regardless, it seems an irresistible thought.
You keep stroking him until his head is lolling on the back of the couch as he groans.
“Spencer?”
“Yeah, baby?”
He sounds so destroyed it makes you clench around nothing. Without any indication that you’re going to do so, you stop touching him, and the speed with which he lifts his head again is almost comical. Immediately, while he’s utterly defenseless and desperate, you ask, “can I use my mouth?”
His eyes widen, and then shut, as he processes your request with a tiny shake of his head—probably trying to clear the haze of pleasure from his mind before he answers.
“Honey,” he rasps eventually, opening his eyes and smoothing a hand over your hair, “you don’t have to do that just because I do. That’s not why I do it.”
“But I want to,” you murmur, shy and mildly embarrassed by what feels almost like a soft rejection. “I don’t think I could do anything, like, mind-blowing, but… I want to try.”
Your face is hot by the end of the sentence, and you can’t meet Spencer’s eyes as his fingers twitch over your hip. A quiet moment passes—but it’s short-lived.
“Okay. Go ahead, baby.”
Wide eyes dart up to his.
“Really?”
Spencer smiles fondly, brushing an invisible speck from your cheek.
“I don’t think I’m capable of turning that offer down. Not when it’s you.”
“Okay—um, should I just—” Spencer watches on, finding your sudden enthusiasm completely adorable as you scoot off of his lap and gingerly kneel in front of him. Your eyes are big and glassy as you look up at him, hands set politely on his knees. You squint suspiciously, eyes darting between his face and his cock, now about as hard as it’s ever been due to your toying. He knows it’s probably intimidating for a girl who has never seen one in real life, and he feels kind of bad about it. You do terrible, wonderful things to him that he doesn’t understand. “Wow. So... it looks bigger from down here.”
“Please don’t try to choke yourself,” he instructs hurriedly, leaning forward slightly. “I really don’t need you to do that. It’s fine if you can’t fit it all, I just—” he exhales shakily. Spencer is most definitely strong-willed but he can’t pretend like the sight of you on your knees for him, inches from his aching cock for the first time isn’t impacting his cognition. Most importantly he doesn’t want to make you feel pressured. He’s trying to not let how badly he wants this show in case you change your mind.
Spencer watches as you psych yourself out—wilting like a thirsty flower.
“But what if I’m bad at this?” you mumble, hands curling into loose fists atop his legs. Spencer pushes your hair back, tucking it behind your ears.
“What’s your worst case scenario?” he asks. Your answer is immediate.
“That I’m so bad you make me stop halfway through.”
Spencer can’t help but laugh again.
“I’m sorry—I just… honey, you are really underestimating how profound your effect is on me. I just almost came from a minute long handjob. I can assure you that I won’t make you stop halfway through because I’d rather not have your mouth on me. That is… that’s just not going to happen.”
You lean your cheek against his thigh. He might actually pass away.
“Will you tell me if I’m doing something wrong?”
“Honestly, as long as you don’t bite, you’re in the clear.”
Your eyes squeeze shut and your lips pull into an embarrassed little smile.
“Great. Thank you for that invaluable advice.”
“Of course,” he smiles. It fades slowly as you take a deep breath and look up at him, obviously steeling yourself, before leaning forward and taking him in your hand again. He watches with bated breath, repeating no sudden movements to himself over and over as your hand moves up and down a few more times and your head lowers.
You delicately, so lightly trace your tongue from the base of his swollen cock to just underneath the leaking tip, mapping a vein, and his hips buck as you take him into your mouth experimentally. Only the first few inches fit but the sight of your lips wrapped around him, the way you’re looking at him is so unbelievably erotic Spencer knows he won’t last very long.
From a purely technical perspective—he knows he’s gotten objectively better head. Still, something about the way you’re so delicate with him, so soft and timid in the way you lick and kiss and take him into your mouth has him fighting not to come already. Maybe it’s wrong, but knowing that he’s watching you do this for the first time in your life is obscenely arousing. The idea that you’ve never trusted another person this much; that you’re letting him be the one to help you navigate something as new and as important as sexuality. The more he thinks about it, though, the more he realizes: it’s not your inexperience that turns him on. It’s just you. Everything you do is so undeniably you—he recognizes your mannerisms in every tiny motion, in every glance, and it’s killing him. You’re like a dream as you look up at him with big nervous eyes, (no, really, he has had this dream) and he remembers he wants to be reassuring you—not pondering life and human connection.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, groaning and hips twitching as your cheeks hollow, wrapping his achingly hard cock in soft gentle warmth so sweetly it feels taboo. “So good, baby. So gorgeous like this.”
You whine around him, receptive as always to his obsequious praise, and he notices the way your hips wiggle as you seek friction. God, you must like this a lot. Spencer gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, resting his hand on your head as you begin to bob it. That, he wasn’t prepared for. He’d have been satisfied with just kitten-licks and suckling but he won’t complain about this. It’s slow, and so intentional as you keep watching him for feedback cues. Ever his observant girl, you’re constantly paying attention. Aware of his reactions. He needs to keep telling you you’re good or else you’ll assume you’re terrible.
“Over-achiever,” he whispers through a little smile as you down even more of him.
Spencer is for the most part a kind and gentle person. For better or worse he is also a man, and he can’t help but fantasize about getting you all teary and drooly as he holds your mouth open and sees how much of his cock he can push down your throat. But again—kind. Gentle. So when you get a little over-zealous, attempting to sacrifice your comfort for his pleasure, he pulls your head back slightly. “That’s far enough, angel. That’s—fuck. God, you’re good at this.” The words are thoughtless, muttered to himself more than you as he watches through a haze while you look up at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes, slipping him in and out of your warm mouth, a little faster now as you gain confidence.
You whine desperately around him, like you’re the one nearing orgasm and not him. The sound of your pleasure as you suck his cock makes him dizzy. His hips buck, pressing him a little deeper into your mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he exhales. “Slow down, baby. I’m—” a louder moan from him like you’ve never heard as he thrusts shallowly turns you on profoundly. He’s so much more vocal than you’d have imagined—sonically and verbally. He breathes out a quick, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” pulling your hair slightly, and you’ve never wanted to touch yourself more but you know you can’t focus on both. Instead you work on making him come—you can worry about you later. He says your name, with an authoritative edge to his tone that makes you throb. “Honey, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come—”
You swirl your tongue around the top of him like candy and he’s done for. Spencer tries to pull out, which only results in cum both in your mouth and on your face. The orgasm is his strongest in recent memory, and he grunts, watching your lips part and a little squeak escape as he comes all over your face—but you keep stroking him all the while. Once he’s 90% sure it’s over, he falls against the back of the couch, breathing heavily and looking down at you through hazy eyes. Oh, he’s going to feel terrible about this in a few seconds—but right now you look fucking perfect. Your eyes are wide, nervous as his essence drips over your face and down your neck—he groans when you swallow cautiously, averting his eyes to the ceiling lest he do another thing he regrets.
“Baby, I am so sorry,” he mutters, forcibly clearing the haze of orgasm from his mind and sitting up, fixing his pants and looking around before locating the box of tissues on the side table. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” You look up at him attentively as he wipes himself from your face as gently as he can.
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t ask you first. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
Spencer guides your head around by your chin, wiping your jaw and lips.
“It’s okay, Spence, I—”
“No, it’s not,” he cuts you off, trying to at least turn his guilt into a learning experience for you. He’s not deluded enough to think someone like you will stay with someone like him forever, because sometimes he does things like that, and he’s reminded that there are certainly people out there more deserving of you. At the very least he can clarify that nobody should ever do what he just did to you. “It’s really not nice to do that to someone.”
“Do you care what I think at all?”
Spencer freezes, finally forcing himself to look you in the eye. Despite the fact that he’s mad at himself, he’s sure it’s coming across as being directed at you. And he knows you’re sensitive, especially about this kind of thing.
“Of course, I do, baby. I’m sorry. Do you want to come back up here with me and tell me what you’re thinking?” he murmurs, cupping your jaw. Hesitantly you nod. The tissues end up on the table—which he will be thoroughlywiping down later—before you crawl back into his lap from the floor. Spencer helps you settle against him, hoping he hasn’t messed this up irreversibly. He keeps his voice quiet as he rubs your leg. “What were you going to say?”
“I was going to say,” you begin, “that it’s fine, because you’ll remember to ask next time. And because… I kind of liked it. I like when—when you do stuff like that.”
It’s a miracle he can hear you with the way your voice drops into an almost-whisper and you’re hiding against his shirt.
“Like what?” he murmurs. Although he’s not sure he’ll be able to handle the answer.
“Like… I don’t know. Like you can do whatever you want to me. Like I’m literally yours.” Each word makes you cringe further, but Spencer has to try hard to maintain a cool facade as he processes this. If he’s going to try and be chivalrous, you’ll have to move away from this topic—this revelation—immediately. Thankfully, you seem eager to move on. “So… how did I do?”
He almost laughs. It seems exceedingly obvious how you did, but as per usual, you require verbal reassurance.
“That was really good, baby. You did well.”
You blossom.
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie.”
“Was I the best girl out of all of the other girls?”
I wasn’t in love with any of the other girls.
Just barely, he manages to stop himself from saying it, pinwheeling his arms on the edge of a very steep verbal cliff. The realization that he’s been in love with you for a while hits him like a truck. But he can’t tell you that right now. He should wait until you’re less vulnerable.
Fuck.
He really wants to tell you right now.
“Actually—don’t answer that,” you decide, while all of this happens in his head in less than a few seconds. “I want to go back to pretending I’m the only girl you’ve ever seen in your life.”
“You’re the only one that matters,” he offers, relieved to express at least some portion of the much bigger truth. Then he frowns. “Not that the other women I’ve met don’t lead important lives. I actually know a lot of incredibly influential and intelligent people who are women. I have deep respect for all of them. Am I helping or making it worse?” he rambles. You giggle. He has his answer. “What about you? How do you feel?” he asks after a moment, tenderly, lowly, stroking your hair as you lean against his chest.
It takes you a moment to deliberate, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt.
“I feel good. I, um… liked it a lot more than I would have thought.”
“Well, that’s good. Much better than if you had hated every second of it.”
You hum in agreement, and he waits for you to say whatever you’re holding back. It comes sooner than he’d have anticipated.
“I feel bad about the times before. How did you just… go to sleep after? Were you not, like—insanely turned on? Not that I’m, like, irresistibly sexy, or whatever—you know what I mean.”
Spencer smiles because he knows you can’t see him.
“I wasn’t doing it to pressure you into feeling obligated to reciprocate, I guess. My line of reasoning was that it would be less intimidating if I didn’t even present it as an option until you wanted to try.”
“Oh.”
Spencer thinks he sees where this is going.
“Why?” he asks, leaning back and encouraging you to look at him. “Are you insanely turned on?”
“Wh—that’s—I didn’t say that!”
Spencer can feel how warm your cheeks are as he presses his lips to the side of your face.
“You can tell me if you are,” he murmurs, all smiley as he moves to kiss your lips. “If you want something, you need to ask for it. I’m not a mind reader.”
“Yes you are,” you grumble. “That’s literally what behavioral analysis is.”
Not quite true, but surprisingly, he doesn’t feel the need to explain to you the semantics of what he does for work right now.
“What got you all excited?”
“You know what,” you mumble, trying to look away again. Spencer doesn’t allow it this time, gently grabbing your jaw.
“Yes, I do. But I want you to tell me. If you want me to make you feel good, this is how you’re going to convince me that you deserve it.”
You whine wordlessly, looking at him with those big, lust-glazed eyes.
“You wanted me to teach you how to use your words, right? This is it. I’m giving you an opportunity. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. Maybe we can take a nap, like you said earlier.”
“No! I liked—um, I liked all of it. I didn’t know if I would, because I was really nervous. But when I first—you know—and you got all quiet… it was like you couldn’t even talk for a minute. I was kind of proud of that. Because normally nobody can ever get you to stop talking.” Spencer narrows his eyes incredulously, a small smile tugging at his lips. But he doesn’t interrupt—not when it seems you’re finally starting to get more confident in your words. “And I really liked the noises you made. I think that was my favorite part. I liked when you pulled my hair back, and how you spoke to me. And when… when you got me messy and I had to swallow it. I really liked how it felt because I couldn’t think of anything else, just making you feel good. I really wanted to… make you proud, I guess. Is that weird?”
Spencer shakes his head no, a fond smile on his face when your eyes meet his again.
“No. It’s a pretty normal thing to feel when you’re nervous and wanting to impress someone you care about. And I would have been proud no matter what, for the record. You were being very brave.”
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, watching him expectantly. Spencer should have known you’re too needy to truly absorb anything he says to you right now. Which is actually pretty cute. Everything you do is endearing to him.
“Stand up.”
You frown.
“But—”
“Just stand up,” he demands calmly, preferring to think of himself as firm and not bossy.
You do, looking rather annoyed and confused as you plant yourself in front of him.
“Why?”
“You are so full of questions.” His hands slip up the side of your legs, under your skirt, and hook in the waistband of your underwear. Spencer looks up at you meaningfully and you nod, swallowing.
As he pulls down, Spencer can literally feel the resistance of the fabric clinging to your soaked core. Under his touch the skin of your thighs is warm and soft. He wants to feel it on either side of his face, he wants to hear you whine as his stubble rubs against it, he wants to feel it clamp around his wrist, he wants it between his teeth and he definitely wants it pressing against his hips as he—
But no.
There will be time for all of those things—especially the last one—later. For now, he’ll reach between your legs just to see—
“Oh, my god,” Spencer half-chuckles, half-groans, upon feeling how wet you truly are for him. He drags his knuckles from your dripping entrance up over your clit, pinching very lightly and earning a squeak from you which he ignores. “You really did like having your mouth full of me, huh?”
“I told you,” you breathe, visibly relaxing some as he continues to play with you for a moment. Then he pulls his hand away again, patting his thigh.
“Sit.”
“You want me to…”
“Yes,” he says, simply.
“But is it not going to… am I not going to mess up your pants?”
“You are even more neurotic about messiness than I am. I can wash them, honey. Come here.”
Spencer guides your hips over his thigh, watching your pretty face twist with uncertainty as you fully settle on him. Fuck, he can feel your warmth through the fabric instantly. Already he’s getting hard again.
“What am I supposed to do?” you whisper, bunching his shirt in your fists. Spencer slides your skirt up higher, revealing the way you’re nestled against his thigh. He spreads you a little further apart, exposing more of your clit to the material underneath you. Immediately you press against him—he watches the delicate flesh rubbing gingerly against him and his grip tightens ever so slightly.
“All you have to do is rock back and forth. It’s easy.”
Already you’re starting to do it—but he guesses it’s like earlier where you don’t even realize it’s happening.
“But… I wanted your mouth,” you admit, quietly, slinging your arms around his neck and burying your face there.
“Do this for me first. Just get yourself off like this one time and then you can have my mouth. You said you wanted to help me feel better because I’m tired today, right?
“Yes,” you mumble, squirming over him.
“Well, there are a lot of days when I get back home and I’m tired. I’m gonna need you to be able to get on top of me, just like this, and make me feel better. And I know you don’t know what it feels like to have something that deep inside of you yet, but it’s gonna be a lot. Even once you know how it feels to have me inside when you’re underneath me. I need you to practice for me right now so you’ll be ready, okay?”
You could come from the words alone. You nod, dazed with need as you roll your hips in a circle, pressing his thigh against your clit.
“Back and forth, baby,” he murmurs, guiding your hips forward with his hands locked around them. “Back and forth, just like this…”
You moan quietly, shamelessly, eyes fluttering as you look down and watch your clit dragging over the darkening fabric. It’s easier if you isolate your hips, grinding down without moving your legs or upper body at all.
“It feels really good,” you whisper under your quickening breath.
“Yeah? Does it?”
“Mhm.”
“Good, angel. You look like you know what you’re doing.”
It’s audible now, quiet and wet and dirty.
“I don’t,” you breathe. He sucks in a breath of his own, stilling your hips with fingers pressed deep into your flesh.
“Sit up, baby.” You really wish he would stop making you stop, but you don’t want to keep going in case he needs you to quit—so you rise slowly, thighs trembling as you kneel. Spencer groans at the strings of your arousal momentarily connecting your core to his pants before they snap, getting your inner thighs wet. There’s a dark, very wet patch over his thigh, shining like glass. He thumbs over your slick clit absentmindedly as he looks up at you like you’re a miracle. “You’re fucking soaked. I’ve never seen you like this. Is this all from making me come?”
You nod feverishly, hips grinding against nothing in search of friction. He sits you back down on his leg, allowing you to sloppily find your rhythm again. Spencer bounces his leg lightly and you cry out softly, buckling forward. His arms wrap around you, still pressing you down against his thigh as you rut against it.
“You’re sweet. Maybe I should have known how much you’d like it when I came all over your pretty face. You really like hearing that you did a good job, huh? I bet you like it even more when I prove it to you.”
You moan a “yeah,” barely processing his words.
“My good girl even swallowed on her first try. Took it so well. And now look at how you’re taking this. You’re gonna love riding, baby. Just going to be another thing you’re good at as soon as you try it.”
“Spencer,” you gasp, overwhelmed by the praise. He’s bouncing his leg at regular intervals and everything is so sensitive.
“I know it’s harder to finish this way, but just one time, remember? And then you can have my tongue for as long as you want. You are my only plan for the day. Just give me one like this.”
But it’s not really harder to finish this way. Then again, you’re so turned on you could probably finish if a breeze hit you just right. Regardless, the thought of him going down on you again pushes you even closer to the edge.
You don’t know how much time goes by like that, you rubbing against him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, him pressing up into you until the pressure is so taut it snaps. There’s no time to warn him, but you suppose you don’t really need to. You writhe against him, caught between wanting to keep going and not being able to take more stimulation. He lifts you up just slightly, trying to separate you from his leg. You exhale deeply as your body relaxes, already close to dozing off against his chest.
“We can’t have you tapping out just yet. I still have to fulfill my end of the deal.”
In the end, he fulfills it three times over, and you end up showing your appreciation in kind one more time—much slower and more comfortably in his bed. He gives you plenty of time to learn what he likes, taking your teasing and coquettish explorations like a champ and never so much as tightening his grip in your hair. Turns out, you don't exactly spend the day doing nothing.
And you do end up taking that nap after all. Just... much, much later. And with less clothing on.
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part 3.5
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casual by chappell roan – but make it 2007
art donaldson x reader
notes: okay so, originally this was just a part of a larger fic based around the entire song but um,, i have adhd. so. you get it. but i really liked this part that i actually got done so i didnt want it to collect cobwebs in my google docs lol. but i might think about finishing the whole thing! maybe!
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Your body was buzzing and tingling in a pleasant and almost numb way. Like the feeling of calm waves lapping at your ankles after having a tidal wave crashed over you. Everything felt warm, most likely due to the late June air and Arts warm arms wrapped around your already flushed body. You probably liked these moments the most. The afterglow. In these moments you could wholly bask in your connection to Art without the thought of you two being just 'casual' dragging after.
It wasn't like you hadn't known what you were getting into. Casual hook-ups and maybe the odd date here and there with a super hot tennis player from your art history course (you made the pun as soon as he introduced himself. He was nice enough to give you a fake laugh.) sounded like a great deal. And it sounded like one of those college-y things your roommate had urged you to do.
You just really hadn't been prepared for how easy it would be to fall in love with him.
Suddenly the warmth that his soft yet firm body was radiating against yours– that was so pleasing a moment ago– felt like an unbearable sauna. You gently untangled yourself from his embrace. He let out a small hum but let you go. Everything still felt warm.
Like routine by this point, you walk over to his dresser, not even bothering to pick up your sweaty discarded clothes from earlier decided on stealing a shirt and boxers from him like always.
You pulled open the drawer and felt your breath catch at what stared back at you. There was a small corner packed with clothes that werent there before.
Your clothes. Which wasnt surprising since you often just forgot your stuff after a late night. But what was surprising is that Art had made a small space for you in his drawer which was now occupied by your originally left behind but now freshly washed and folded shirts, underwear, some pajama bottoms and your favorite lacy bra (which was coincidentally Art’s favorite too).
A familiar shiver swept over your skin causing goosebumps– which you would really like to attribute to your severe lack of clothing but you couldn't lie to yourself anymore than you already had. This relationship had exceeded far past casual. Unfortunately –unlike the other times you had realized this and then vehemently shook away the thought– you couldn't ignore it this time.
Because it was staring you right in the face in the form of your favorite bra hanging out of Art Donaldson's dresser.
You had to face it: you were basically his fucking girlfriend. You were in a relationship without the labels nor the commitment. That's great. That's what everyone wanted, right? All the emotional involvement, none of the promise of loyalty or reciprocated feelings and a 100% chance of getting your heart broken.
…But he had to feel it too, right? Guys don't make space in their dresser for a girl they have no feelings for, do they? So maybe… Maybe this could have a happy ending? Maybe this could serve as the catalyst for you both to be honest about your feelings and realize that you're basically already dating and just make it official. It's not like Art had commitment issues, necessarily. It was more the opposite. He was too committed. To Tashi.
Either way you really just needed to figure out where you fit into his life. Because right now you were squeezed in between his sock drawer and the place where he kept his old tennis rackets.
“Are you okay?” Art’s voice snapped you out of your stupor. You mumble something that sounds like, “Huh..what?” and look over your shoulder to see Art giving you a confused stare from his bed.
His blonde curls were still all messed up from you running your hands through and tugging at them earlier. He was bathed in the warm glow of his desk lamp, softening his already adoring features all the more.
His face was smushed against his pillow as he was laying on his side, and he was giving you his best puppy dog eyes. Although, to be fair, he kind of always had puppy dog eyes. The upper part of his well-defined chest was visible, his pale skin still tinted with redness from you running your hands and nails all over it.
The sight made your heart stutter even though you saw him in a much more promiscuous position a mere half an hour ago.
He looked too good to be true. Sometimes he reminded you of those statues that had lipstick marks all over their marble lips because they were sculpted in such an enchantingly beautiful way that people couldn't help but kiss them. The name Art made a lot of sense, you thought.
Wow. You were whipped to an almost embarrassing level.
That thought made you feel like someone had poured a glass of ice water down your back, “Um..” You tried to regain your focus. “I hadn't noticed that you…kept a space in your dresser for me.” Your gaze swept back over to the drawer.
Mainly because you were sure that if you looked at Art any longer, your feelings would become irrevocable.
”Oh, yeah.” he said it so nonchalantly, in complete contrast to how you were feeling right now. He sat up with his blanket pooling over his thighs, exposing his Adonis belt and blond happy trail that led down to- You quickly flit your eyes back to the dresser in front of you.
Jesus Christ, get a grip, you mentally scolded yourself. There was a short silence that fell over the room. His gaze was still on you, trying to gauge what you were trying to communicate to him. He leaned back against the headboard and without him even realizing, he began running the pads of his fingers over his lips like he always did when he got nervous or felt awkward.
“Well.. I just thought since you stay over sometimes.. You know.” he explained, clearing his throat a little. You dug out your panties and one of your (used to be Art’s) Stanford shirts. If you were going to confront this, you definitely couldn't do it naked.
You didn't miss how Art's gaze never left you once while you were pulling on the soft cotton shirt and panties.
Once you were clothed again, you padded back over to his bed in silence. The mattress dipped as you let your weight fall onto the edge of it. You started shuffling your feet against the carpeted floor, trying to release some of the nerves washing through your body.
You could feel his bed squeak a little as he leaned forward towards you, letting his arms rest on his knees. The intensity of his attentive stare on you didn't exactly help the nauseating swirl of anxiety stirring in your stomach. You chewed on your bottom lip while scrunching up your nose, thinking on how to best approach this.
Tugging and pulling at the carefully crafted bracelet on your wrist, you started, “So..isn't it a little..much to keep space in a drawer for someone you're just hooking up with?”
You immediately worried your wording was making you come across too harsh so you almost stumbled over your words trying to follow up with, “Not that- I just mean…Um..I don't know like..what the..code?..on that is..” Yeah, nailed it. Real smooth.
Vaguely you could see Art’s face scrunch up in confusion from your peripheral, but you were too mortified by your clunky approach to face him fully. He began fidgeting, flicking his thumb under his ring finger. “..Um,” a nervous chuckle followed, “What–uh, what do you mean?”
You began pinching and pulling at the hem of your (his) shirt. “I just…” you sighed and it almost sounded annoyed– maybe the repressed anger at his refusal to acknowledge your deepening relationship was finally bubbling up–
“Isn't that something a guy would do like..for his girlfriend?” You turned your head to the side, finally facing him. He began staring at his bedsheets as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world, fingers still fidgeting.
“I dont know..” he mumbled, “Not necessarily. It's just more convenient, right?” he added with a small shrug. You could hear the uncertainty wavering in his voice.
The sight of him all nervous and sitting curled up in on himself like a hedgehog trying to protect its soft underbelly almost made you regret saying anything at all. Seeing Art in any unease at all always sent a small pang through your chest. He just looked so…almost pitiful. You weren't going to back down, though.
“Art.” you tried your hardest to make your voice sound firm and stable. “Mh,” He raised his head finally meeting your gaze. His blond curls fell just slightly above his eye– he needed a haircut again soon.
Without really thinking about it, almost like it was an instinct, you had reached out and carefully brushed some of them out of his line of sight. It felt so intimate that it made you want to hurl so you quickly retracted your hand like his forehead had burned you.
You laid your hands down in your lap and stared at them.
“I think..things between us are..more than just a casual fling now. At least to me.” You really had tried to sound confident in your words but instead you almost whispered them. Like it was a secret you were ashamed to admit.
The few seconds between you speaking and Art responding felt like torture. You just kept staring at your hands, swallowing down the growing lump in your throat. The sound of him shifting on the bed felt almost deafening to you in the silence.
“I…” He awkwardly cleared his throat again, “I think I...like what we have right now.” That wasn't the response you expected. Or wanted. Was it even really a response? A metallic taste flooded your mouth. That's when you realized you'd been mindlessly chewing your bottom lip and were apparently too lost in thought to realize you had dug your teeth in far too deep. You didn't care about that right now. Your head felt like it was buzzing, completely overwhelmed with different thoughts and reactions to Art's response and what you should do next. “Okay.” is all you could manage. “Yeah, okay.” you exhaled softly, shifting your gaze back to him and nodding slightly. He nodded back, his expression indiscernible.
Despite what you said, you still let yourself drift off to sleep in his arms. And despite what he said, he still pressed a tender kiss to your forehead as your eyes fluttered shut.
#challengers#art donaldson#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson imagine#challengers x reader#challengers imagine#art donaldson x you#challengers x you#x reader#ames writes~!
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I just know that husband!simon would be a fucking suburban dad. tumblr hear my pleas
would absolutely wear khaki cargo shorts
crocs/sandals with socks. would also get little skull croc thingies i forgot the name
skull themed hawaiian shirts, leaves them unbuttoned around the house
dad bod, esp after he doesn’t work in the military anymore (he’s secretly embarrassed by it) <3
would probably invite the 141 to watch football
would also probably do that thing where he gets mad at a play and stands up and angrily paces, before sitting back down
grill. grill. grill. has a pink “kiss the cook” apron that you got him as a gag gift. he wears it any time he cooks
johnny tries to take this literally, and ends up walking away with a spatula mark on his face
price thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s every seen every time without fail. ghost can sense johnny approaching from inside the house
would stand around the hood of a car with some buddies, having a chat
“yep, she isn’t goin’ anywhere” after securing something to the back of his truck
would absolutely get one of those big trucks people hate on highways
would buy his kids fancy water guns and teach them to snipe the other kids from the roof of their house
also probably makes his kids mow the lawn lol
coolest dad on the block
would share stories from his time deployed to the kids if they asked (they always ask)
the kids all call him ‘mr. ghost’
would absolutely trash kids in FPS games, including his
gives them tips so they can get better
cries tears of joy when they beat him for the first time
just husband!simon things
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i didn’t know
i didn't know - skinshape
final part of don’t call my name
warnings: some fighting at the beginning, but it’s mostly just one big love and fuckfest, mommy issues, slight mention of disordered eating, carmy is a PERV!! unprotected sex throughout but what else did you expect, shower sex (water off for SAFETY), teasing, play fighting (like shoving), brat/brat tamer themes, f receiving oral, fingering, major voyeurism (while otp with richie because i have a crush on him), spanking (and mention of skin being red), slight dacryphilia, sexy pictures, face fucking (m receiving oral), he spits in her mouth, kind of rough handling (thank u dom carmy), but it’s sweet and sappy too, breeding kink oop, bittersweet ending, pls let me know if i missed any warnings my brain is fried from looking at this for so long.
wc: 21k - but tumblr has a 1k "block limit" so this chapter is broken into two posts
a/n: sorry that took me so long i took a grippy sock vacation lol. wow i am so excited for all of you to read this. and the only way i can apologize is with 21k words of the nastiest smut i’ve ever written. LET THERE BE LIGHT!!! (part two of this chapter will be linked at the bottom! no more waiting i promise!!)
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knock knock
he calls her name.
she rolls her eyes, brushing out the tangles in her hair. “i need to talk to you.” his voice comes sternly.
she cracks the door, continuing to detangle. the plan was to ignore him, yet she can’t help but seethe at the fact that she had to deal with claire again.
“go talk to your girlfriend” her retort comes sharply.
“can you not start this shit?” his face scrunches.
“i’m not starting anything,” she defends, “you’re the one who keeps inviting that girl over here.”
“she forgot her scarf,” he states, “she just came to pick it up. that’s it.”
the girl scoffs.
“i’m sure she wanted a lot more than her scarf from you, carm.”
“you-,” he rubs his forehead, sighing, “i told her that we’re together, okay?” his eyebrow twitches from the argument.
“you only told her that because she saw me in your shirt,” the girl argues stubbornly, “if i didn’t walk behind you, you wouldn’t have said anything.” she turns the shower on.
“yes i would have,” he contests, “and even if she didn’t see you, i’ve got these fuckin’ things all over my neck,” pointing to the dark purple hickeys that lay on his skin, “thanks for those, by the way. gotta go into work tomorrow like this.”
she bites her lip to hide a smirk.
he catches it and raises his eyebrows in response.
“payback.”
“what?” he stutters, shaking his head.
“those are nothing compared to what you gave me.”
he scoffs and crosses his arms. tries to push away how roused he becomes when they bicker like this.
“i didn’t hear any complaints while i was giving you them,” he counters.
she rolls her eyes.
“can you get out? i need to shower.”
“m’not done talking to you,” his eyes lock on her face.
she puts her hand on her hip and scoffs, staring at him for a moment, studying his features. cursing how her body tingled from the argument. deliberating.
“fine,” she concedes, threading her fingers under the hem of the borrowed shirt, lifting it up over her head to reveal her nudity. if he won’t leave, she’ll just shower anyways.
carmen fights a groan at the sight, instead forcefully exhaling through his nose.
she was right, the marks on his neck were nothing compared to the bruises littering her skin, trailing from her neck all the way down to her chest, ranging from red to purple to brown.
the girl turns to open the glass door of the shower, stepping in, watching as the man shamelessly admires her figure. she goes about her business as if he’s not there, submerging her head under the stream of water, carding her fingers through her hair to scrub her scalp.
he’s not done talking to her, yet he can’t seem to remember what he even wanted to say, transfixed by her nude, wet body just feet away. she begins to hum a tune and lather up her hair with shampoo.
carmen approaches the glass.
“hey,” he tries with a knock, eyebrow twitching. something else twitching, too.
she glances at him, suds dripping down the side of her face, sliding down her breasts. she smirks knowingly at the sight of his flustered face, pushing her chest out slightly before drenching her face underneath the water again.
he knocks on the glass door again, jaw tightly clenched. she rubs the water out of her eye and turns to him, cracking the door of the shower open.
“hm?” she questions, gazing up at him.
“we gonna finish talking?” he asks. he looks angry, but she knows better. the way his chest puffs out. the way his jaw clenches in that certain way. he looks hungry, and she’s tempted to keep pushing.
“i can’t. i’m in the shower,” she bites down on her lip to refrain from smirking.
“why-” a sigh, running his fingers through his hair, “why you being such a brat today, huh?” he strains, giving great effort to keep his gaze from trailing down.
“because i want you to myself,” she bites, “i’m tired of sharing with claire.”
“will you knock that shit off? y’not sharing me with anyone.”
“uh, i beg to differ,” her eyebrows scrunch, “you’ve been fucking around with her since i moved in.”
“fucking around?” he scoffs, “she was getting her scarf.”
“there was the other time, too, carm,” she reminds him.
“that’s because-” he lets out a sigh of exasperation, hand carding through his hair. “listen. she’s the last person i wanna be with. we just…weren't good together.”
“why not?” she presses
“there just wasn’t…i dunno, sparks? it was like dating a friend.”
“okay.” she’s still mad, but she likes the words that come from his mouth. because if she has one thing with carmen, it’s definitely sparks.
“yeah?” he tries, leaning to see her face, “you know i’m yours, right?”
“yeah. whatever.” she doesn’t want to concede, too fired up about claire coming back over. “you should’ve told me.”
“i knew it’d make you mad,” he defends.
“not as mad as it makes me thinking that you invited her,” she scoffs, “fucking hate seeing that girl bat her eyelashes at you.” she lathers shampoo between her hands and begins to wash her hair.
“yeah?” he raises his eyebrows, “feeling jealous?”
“shut up.” she can sense the stupid smirk on his face.
carmy’s concentration breaks, and his gaze flits down to her sudsy chest. fuck. he clears his throat before speaking.
“didn’t know girls like you could get jealous.”
“girls like m-what? what is that supposed to mean?” she cracks an eye open.
“means you’re too fuckin’ pretty to worry about that shit. so just lose the attitude.”
his answer catches her off guard. the pulsing between her legs catches her off guard too. so she just turns away from him, scrubbing her scalp with her soapy fingers and shutting her eyes tightly.
he chides her name and pushes the glass door open further.
she ignores him, soaking her hair under the stream of water, muffling his voice. her eyebrow twitches.
carmy steps partially in and turns off the water, getting his shirt wet in the process. the girl’s eyes shoot open and she whips around to face him.
“what the fuck, carmy?!”
“i need you to fuckin’ hear me.” his comes louder than he anticipated. “i don’t. want. claire.”
she doesn’t even care anymore. his lips look so inviting, she thinks. his white shirt clings to his chest in the spot that got wet.
she just looks at him for a moment. studies his frenetic expression. looks at his lips again.
“are you gonna keep fucking fighting with me or are you gonna take that wet shirt off?”
it takes him a half second of firm deliberation before he’s yanking his shirt over his head and pushing his sweatpants off. she grins as he roughly grabs her face and slams his lips against hers.
he kisses her with a hungry frenzy, like he has something to prove.
and they apologize to each other with their bodies yet again, as carmen lifts her against the cold tile and fucks her, coaxing and kissing and thrusting an orgasm out of her.
he fucks her until it feels like all the hurting is gone. until she gets lovey and desperate for him. until he gets so worked up he groans promises about finding her in california and giving her a ring.
by the time they finish, the water is cold and the girl begins to shiver. so the two quickly finish washing up and carmy wraps her in a towel.
he retrieves one of his sweatshirts for her to wear, smoothing his hands over her arms to help warm her up.
without many words exchanged, they decide to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie together. she lays her head on his lap and he cards his fingers through her hair absentmindedly. exchanging tenderness to help mend the argument. forgetting feelings of jealousy and shortcoming and guilt.
they cozy up in carmen’s bed that night, taking a moment before falling asleep to just lay staring at each other. joking softly, touching each other sweetly.
he asks her about california, and watches with fascination as she lights up telling him about the beach she grew up next to. tells him about how when things would get bad at home she would sneak out her window and spend hours swimming in the salty water. letting the waves lap at her skin. letting the sun kiss her better. how it seems so dangerous looking back at it, but as kid nothing ever seemed that dangerous. it felt like nothing could hurt you.
carmy enthusiastically agrees with her. follows her memory with his own anecdote of when donna took him, mikey, and nat to lake michigan and little carmy got separated from everyone. how he would have otherwise panicked and ran around and made the situation worse, but it was such a beautiful evening. so he decided to just sit on a rock and watch the waves roll in.
a big smile grows on the girl's face as he recounts the moment when his mom found him. how she threw her arms around him and cried. how he was too young to understand why she was so scared when it was such a lovely evening.
she wraps her arms around his shoulders and their chests press flush together. she kisses his neck, and they stay quiet for a moment.
“i wish i didn’t have to go back,” she whispers her admission.
“me too.” he keeps playing with her hair.
it’s quiet for a moment. there’s a heaviness that fills the room.
“how long you gonna have to end up staying?” carmy asks softly, leaning away from her to study her eyes. her face. trying to memorize every detail. he doesn’t miss the way her expression falters at his question.
the girl doesn’t answer, and her eyes become glossy.
“shit,” he breathes. her eyes dart to his. “you’re not coming back, are you?”
“my whole family is there,” she whispers, “my friends. there’s nothing for me here.”
“really?” he scoffs, “nothing at all?”
“don’t start, carm.”
“y’know i fuckin’ love you,” he harshly whispers. she flinches slightly at the word. it feels so much heavier without the haze of lust.
“all we ever do is fuck and fight.”
“that’s not true,” he argues.
“it is.”
the man lets out a sigh of frustration, studying her eyes. her face. her lips.
“it just…it feels right with you,” his tone softens.
she doesn’t say anything for a moment, and fantasizes about leaving everything behind and building something in chicago, no matter how much she had grown to hate the weather. she fantasizes about the man in front of her. how she wants to build a life with him. how makes her feel like no other man ever has.
it’s hard to verbalize as her mind racks back and forth, so instead she just leans forward and kisses him softly, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck.
carmy reciprocates hesitantly, mind racing with the things he wants to tell her. how he doesn’t care about the distance. how he’ll call her every night. how he’ll keep her room vacant incase she wants to come back. he softly groans into the kiss when she slips her tongue into his mouth, feeling her press her chest flush against his. it feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong to keep pushing the hard conversations away with more sex.
the girl finds his hand and softly guides it under the hem of her shirt. carmen lets her, fingertips finding the softness of her skin. but when she tries to pull his hand up to her breast, he stops the attempt, fingers firmly pressing against her ribs.
the girl whines against his lips, moving closer.
carmy indulges in the taste of her for only a moment more before pulling back and saying her name. she ignores him, chasing his lips, hand moving to grasp his strong bicep.
“hey,” he turns his head and her kisses land messily along his jaw, “c’mon.”
she ignores him, knowing he’ll want to keep talking about california, pressing herself closer, wanting to indulge in the feeling of him without thinking about the end.
he calls her name again, voice coming out strained. she can feel his erection pressing against her, and keeps peppering kisses along his jaw and face.
“just make me feel good,” she begs against his skin, “please.”
carmen feels himself throb against her, wanting nothing more than to give in. knowing it won’t fix anything. knowing it’ll only complicate things more.
“thought you said all we do is fuck and fight?” his fingers grip into her, jaw tightening, feeling his resolve begin to crumble beneath her lips.
“mhm,” she breathes into his skin, “so fuck me again,” trailing her hand down his bare abdomen.
he grips her wrist before she can move any further down. her eyes come up to meet his, taking in the stern look on his face.
“i know you wanna,” she breathes, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips, “can feel you throbbing against me.”
carmen harshly exhales, trying to keep his mind focused. she’s completely right, he thinks, he’s stiff as wood. but he has to stay strong, prove to himself he has control around her.
“stop fucking around. i wanna talk to you.” his voice comes more sharply than he means.
the girl stiffens at his tone, pulling away to sit up and retreat. he doesn’t release her wrist.
“let me go,” she tells him.
“no. we’re gonna fuckin’ finish this,” his eyebrows furrow, “i didn’t even know you weren’t coming back until now.”
“i don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” her throat feels tight.
“no? just want me to make you feel better? that all this is to you?” he can’t help the harshness of his tone.
“carm, i-”
“y’know i’ve never fuckin’ felt this way about anyone? never said ‘i love you’ to anyone but you?” his nose scrunches, eyes appearing glossy.
“we’ve only known each other for a few weeks.” her tone comes hushed as her chest painfully tightens.
“yeah, well, i know you enough to know that this is real. that i don’t even-” a sigh, “ i don’t want anybody else but you.”
“everything you’re saying is just gonna make it harder when i leave.” her voice breaks.
his furrowed brows soften at the sound, releasing her wrist. she says seated on the bed, trying to take deep breaths and stave off the hot tears that threaten to form.
“fuck, i-” he pauses, harshly rubs his hand over his face, taking a moment before meeting her eyes again and saying her name. “i like you. a lot.”
“i know. i like you too, carm.” she rubs the tears away harshly.
“so why can’t we just…enjoy it? while you’re still here? go all out on this?”
she stares at him blankly for a second as a cue to elaborate.
the man exhales and shakes his head, trying to piece together what to say. he can’t seem to find the words. she thankfully cuts in.
“go all out on this?” she asks.
he nods.
“like, you wanna be my fuckin’…. boyfriend?”
carmen can’t help the small smile that flashes across his face at the title. he tries to turn his head to hide it but she catches it, playfully shoving his arm. his smile turns to a chuckle.
“shut up,” she grins, wiping the last stray tear away, “you so wanna be my boyfriend.”
he bring his arms to rest behind his head, staring up at the girl with a lazy smile. he studies her smile. her pretty face. they way in which she’s leaned in closer.
“fuck yeah, i do. you kidding me?”
her eyebrows raise at how assertively he says it. her head falls back, and she begins to laugh. partially out of joy and partially out of disbelief. the sound is hearty and sweet, and carmy finds himself wishing he’d make her laugh more.
the girl leans over him, smile still gracing her face, and she plants a tender kiss against his lips.
carmen gazes dreamily at her as she sits back up and tucks her hair behind her ears. her face is flushed, and she’s wearing an expression he can’t quite read. they keep staring at each other silently.
“this is gonna be a bad idea, huh?” she asks after a moment.
“why?”
“why wouldn’t it be?” her eyes take in his handsome face. she thinks about how hard it’s gonna be to leave.
“well…i like you,” he clears his throat, “a lot. actually i’m kind of fuckin’ crazy about you.”
her gaze softens at this. he continues.
“and i’m very attracted to you. and we, uh… we have great sex…”
“yeah, we do,” she concedes, “these are all good points.”
“so then, you’re my girlfriend.”
“carmy…” she sighs, pausing. thinking of what to say. “i don’t like it here. i’ve felt homesick for the past year. i’m really not coming back.” her voice is quiet.
“yeah.” he nods, clearing his throat, “i know you’re not.” he knows, but it’s still hard to be reminded of.
“so, you’re gonna be okay with that?”
“i mean…i’m not okay with it, but i’ll deal with it if it means we get to spend these next few weeks together.”
she thinks for a moment, studying his genuine expression.
“okay…but if we do this, we have to promise each other that we’re not gonna get too attached. i really don’t want this to be messy. i like you too much.”
“it won’t be,” he assures, although it feels more like a prayer than a fact.
“okay,” she whispers, “then you’re my boyfriend i guess.”
his eyes light up a bit at this, and a boyish grin breaks his face.
“nice.”
“you’re stupid.” she laughs at his response, lightly shoving his chest again.
he reaches up and shoves her shoulder back playfully.
“you are.”
she scoffs and goes to shove him again, harder this time. he catches her wrist and pulls her forward so she can’t. the girl lets out a yelp of surprise, splaying out over him, face inches from his.
the simple display of dominance makes her feel dizzy, placing her free hand on his firm chest to center herself.
“why you like fighting so much, hm?” he asks, his breath ghosting over her lips, “you’re always testing.”
she tries to pull her wrist away, but his grip is firm.
“cause you’re…sexy when you’re mad,” she admits, eyes drooping to his lips.
“i’m sexy when i’m mad?” he has a slight mocking tone.
“mhm.” she can’t keep her eyes off his lips. “if i worked at your restaurant, i’d probably mess shit up on purpose just so you’d yell at me.”
“jesus,” he lets out a laugh, rubbing his free hand over his face, “what, you like when i get a little rough you?”
“n-no,” she blurts out. the way she averts her eyes immediately reveals her lie.
“yeah, i think you do,” he grins.
she goes to defend herself again, but shuts her mouth when she can’t think of anything to say. it is kind of true, anyways.
“shut up,” she pushes his face away from her gently, “or else i’ll break up with you.”
this makes him fully laugh. it’s a really nice sound. she watches the way his face crinkles with the big smile. when his laugh fades, he reaches for her chin and pulls her into a gentle kiss. she sighs into the feeling, settling her body closer to his.
“m’tired,” she mutters into his lips, “you exhaust me.”
carmy rolls his eyes at this. “c’mere.” he says, pulling the sheets back for her.
the girl slips in next to him and presses her back against his chest, resting her head on his bicep.
carmy reaches behind him to turn off the lamp, then wraps his arm securely around her. he plants a kiss on her neck and nuzzles his nose into her hair.
boyfriend.
he could get used to the title.
-
carmen gets home late from work on a cold night, late into november, crashing down onto the couch and basking in the silence of the apartment.
it was a long day in the kitchen, followed by meeting with a contracting crew to update some structural components after hours.
he had finally taken off after being there for almost 12 hours straight, begrudgingly leaving the renovations to be overseen by richie after having snapped at the crew for the third time.
he hears soft footsteps padding down the hall, and opens his eyes to see his girlfriend. his sweet, perfect, sexy fucking girlfriend. and it’s like a breath of fresh air, especially after not having seen her the past few days. and she’s wearing a tiny pair of shorts with a crop top that barely covers the curve of her breasts.
it’s like a reward, he thinks to himself, for all the bullshit he put up with today at the restaurant.
“welcome home,” she greets, walking past the couch and into the kitchen.
“hey,” he returns, eyes following her, gaze raking down her backside as she gets herself a glass of water.
“how was work?” she’s oblivious to the way he’s hungrily looking at her, oblivious to how pent up he feels.
“long,” he responds, eyes trailing up the length of her legs.
she lets out a hum of acknowledgement, turning to face him and taking a long sip of water. she catches him watching her intently, his arm stretched out over the back of the couch and neck craned.
“enjoying the view?” comes her tease.
“y’look good,” he defends.
“yeah?”
“mhm.”
the girl sets her glass down and begins to saunter to the couch. carmen’s eyes follow her closely.
“how good?” she stops in front of him.
“good enough to eat.” a small smile twitches the edge of his lip.
“yeah? wanna taste?” her hands come to her hips, and she pushes her chest out slightly.
fuck. he shamelessly looks her up and down. this was getting to be dangerous territory.
“do you wanna go to out to dinner this week?” he changes course, watching her brain stutter for a second.
“wh-dinner?”
he nods, resting his head against his hand. she pauses for a moment, studying his face.
“where?”
“wherever you want.”
“like…a date?”
“mhm,” a smirk tugs at the edge of his lips, “cause you’re, uh…my girlfriend now.”
a grin breaks her face. she thinks for a moment.
“can we go to your restaurant?”
“uh…yeah, i guess we can.”
“you guess?” she asks.
“yeah, we can go. but you’re probably gonna get a lot of, uh…attention.” he admits hesitantly.
“from who? your staff?”
he nods. they would probably lose their shit seeing him bring in a girl to eat dinner with. not to mention a girl that looks like her.
“okay,” she nods, “i’ll dress cute. you can help me pick.”
“yeah?” he likes the sound of that.
“mhm. whatever you want.”
carmen rubs his hand over his face then locks his eyes on her again. this girl is going to be the death of him.
“c’mere,” he beckons.
the girl gently steps forward, standing in between his spread legs. his hand comes to the back of her thigh as he sits forward, gazing up at her with those big blue eyes. he looks so handsome, and she can’t help but place her hands on his face and lean in to kiss him.
it’s gentle and sweet, and it only makes him want more, tightening his grip on her leg as she pulls away.
“you taste minty,” she says softly, still leaning over him, stroking her thumb across his face.
“you sure?” he’s fixated on her lips, “might wanna check again.” he definitely is minty from the nicorette gum he’d been chewing. but it’s worth a shot.
this makes her smile. and she does check again. decides it’s spearmint she tastes.
before she can pull back, carmy pulls her forward to straddle him. she makes a sound of surprise, but leans into it, wrapping her arms around his neck and continuing to kiss him.
“missed you today,” he slips in between kisses.
“liar,” she smiles against his lips.
his hands come to her hips, pulling her against him.
“nah, it’s true,” another kiss, “couldn’t stop fuckin’ thinking about you.”
“prove it.” she grinds against his bulge, making him tighten his grip.
“lay down,” he growls, pulling away. there’s a dark gleam in his eyes.
“or else what?” she challenges
he grabs both sides of her thighs and stands up with her still straddling his waist, turning and dropping her back onto the couch.
okay, he’s not in the mood for arguing anymore. good to know.
carmen cages her with his arms and kisses her deeply before trailing his lips down her jaw, neck, collarbones, only being stopped by the neckline of her shirt. he glances up at her, and she eagerly takes it off. he smiles at the silent act of obedience and continues kissing down her body, barely giving any attention to her breasts before his lips come to her stomach. the girl huffs at this, and he pretends to not notice.
“what are you doing?” she strains, watching as his lips come to rest just above the waistband of her shorts.
“m’getting my taste,” he replies casually
“carmy,” she chides, face becoming red and hot.
“what?” his fingers hook her waistband, “you embarrassed or something?” another kiss on her hipbone.
she is, inexplicably. and vulnerable and exposed and horny all at the same time. she hides her face in her arms instead of responding, feeling him slide the shorts down her legs, left clad only in a thin pair of panties.
carmy hooks his arms around her legs and pulls her closer to his mouth, pressing slow, firm kisses to her covered mound.
the girl lets out a labored breath at the heat of his lips against her clit as he begins to place wet, open mouthed kisses on her covered pussy. her cotton underwear becomes damp with his tongue, and she arches into the feeling with a sharp breath in.
carmy nuzzles the fabric and deeply inhales, letting out a low groan.
“ah- don’t do that!” the girl tries to clamp her legs shut out of embarrassment, but he holds them firmly in place and presses his face closer to her core, continuing to kiss and suck her through the fabric.
“you smell good,” carmy defends. “and these are cute,” he snaps the band of her panties.
she can hardly even process the statement before he starts sliding them down her thighs, bunching up the fabric and putting it in his pocket.
“hey, you can’t have those,” she strains.
there’s a delay in carmen’s response—too busy studying her soft pussy up close, lips gleaming with wetness, bundle of nerves twitching under his gaze.
“i’ll, uh…make it up to you,” his eyes stay fixed on the glorious sight upon him.
he leans in, flattens his tongue against her clit, and begins to gently lick.
the girl gasps, and her hands fly down to grab his hair as she releases a whine of pleasure.
the tantalizing licks to her clit are gentle. almost not enough. she tugs on his hair and tries to scoot forward, so he eases his tongue back.
when his eyes flicker to her face. her skin is flushed, lip clamped between her teeth, and she’s looking at him hungrily.
“y’so pretty,” he presses a kiss to her clit, “taste so fuckin’ good.”
her head falls back and she breathes out sharply. it’s too much to keep making eye contact with him. the slow, teasing licks are the only thing she can concentrate on.
“you gonna say thank you?” it’s more of a demand than a question, as he glides his finger over her entrance, collecting her syrupy wetness.
“n-no,” she struggles, face hot and red.
thank you, really? how embarrassing.
his tongue flicks over her clit repeatedly, his finger dips inside of her opening ever so slightly.
“no?” his lips close around her clit and he sucks, cherishing the sound of the first moan she allows to slip out.
“mmm,” she whines in response, beginning to pant at the feeling of his mouth.
“c’mon, be a good girl for me?” unlikely, but he asks anyways
“i am,” she argues, pulling his head towards her needy heat. he scoffs at this and continues to swirl his tongue around her clit.
“then say thank you.”
“carm, i’m not saying-ah thank you!” she cuts herself off with a moan as he sinks his finger inside of her. “y’welcome” he replies lowly, a smirk fighting to break his face.
“shut up. i didn’t-mmh! …mean it like that.”
she sits up onto her forearms, watching him curl his digit upwards inside of her, trying to keep it together.
“you’re so fuckin’ cute.” he growls, then dives forward to taste her again. his fingers curl rhythmically, tongue lightly swirling her sensitive clit, giving her barely enough stimulation to get by.
“more,” she whines, bucking her hips up slightly. he gives her a disapproving glance, so she adds a “please”.
“yeah?” he kisses her clit.
she frantically nods her head, trying to scoot closer to the man, trying to buck her hips against his hand.
carmen speeds up the pace of his fingers, sucking her clit into his mouth, free hand gripping onto her thigh.
“yeah,” she moans, “fuck, you’re so good at that.”
he preens at the praise and swirls her clit with his tongue, beginning to lap at her pussy. when he adds a second finger she cries out his name.
the view above him in combination with how sweet she sounds leaves his cock pulsing beneath his denim. he reaches down with his free hand, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. he just needs a little something to keep him from fucking her into the couch.
as he goes to wrap his fingers around his cock, he’s interrupted by the harsh buzz of his phone on the table.
the girl startles at this, and both of their eyes dart to the contact tag.
fucking richie.
he doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers, and leans back in to taste her again, ignoring the loud vibrations. he begins to softly stroke himself, groaning into her pussy.
“do you need to-ah… to get that?
“no,” he replies sharply, “y’taste too fuckin’ good to stop.”
the girl whimpers at the sound of his voice. at how low and raspy and hungry it sounds.
“let me taste,” her plead comes breathily.
carmen nearly groans at her request, more than willing to happily oblige. he licks a long stripe up her pussy, collecting her slick on his tongue, then leans over for a kiss. the girl eagerly (and messily) accepts his lips, swirling her tongue around his own, tasting her juices. she tasted herself before off his fingers, but it’s so much better off his tongue. she moans appreciatively and holds the sides of his face, pulling him in for deeper, sloppier, wetter kisses. the vibration of the phone stops, and his fingers continue their pace, curling into her heat, beginning to produce a squelching sound from the slick of her arousal.
“yes!” she cries into his lips, eyes nearly rolling back into her head.
“so perfect, y’know that?” he punctuates his words with the thrust of his fingers, gently biting at the girl’s bottom lip.
she’s only able to muster a moan in response, trailing her hand down her stomach to circle her neglected clit, babbling out a string of “yes yes yes yes.”
the phone vibrates harshly atop the edge of the table again, falling to the floor with a loud thud.
“fuck!” carmen exclaims, ripping his hand out of his pants. he stops curling his fingers inside of her and leans down to angrily grab his phone. the girl lets out a cry of protest.
“carmy m’so close, please,” she begs pathetically. grabbing at his arm.
“be quiet,” he hushes her, scooting back down to his previous position between her legs, “can y’do that for me?”
she nods eagerly, biting down on her lip.
carmen answers the call with a harsh “what?” and rolls his eyes at the voice that blares through the other line.
his fingers remain engulfed in her heat, and he begins to slowly curl them again. the girl lets out a sharp breath and he shoots her a warning look, mouthing a stern “quiet.”
he puts the call on speakerphone, then places it on her stomach, leaning down to softly lick her clit. the girls eyes widen in surprise. a loud voice begins to come through the phone.
“-that he was going to do it anyways, but i said ‘no way, carmy would have a fuckin’ bitch fit if we didn’t ask!’ so don’t answer the phone all fuckin’ mad, it’s not my fault,” the voice at the other line loudly rambles. carmy lifts his mouth from her pussy to respond
“jesus, richie, just look at the fucking floor plan.”
“you don’t think we tried that? the vents aren’t lining up with the floor pla- what is that sound?”
carmy curls his fingers a bit faster, pressing his tongue flat against her clit instead of answering. the girl gasps, convinced her lip is going to start bleeding from how hard she’s biting down on it.
his eyes flicker up to her, and she mouths a “what the fuck?”
like an asshole, he just grins in response.
“hello?? earth to asshole,” richie’s voice cuts in loudly, “what the fuck are you doing over there?”
carmen pulls away from her pussy with wet lips. he looks pretty, she thinks, like he has lipgloss on or something.
“m’eating dessert,” he responds truthfully. the girl’s faces grows incredibly hot.
“you wh- dessert? what is it, is it good?”
“fuck, richie, you-” he sighs, “forget about the vents,” he begins to rub gentle circles around her clit, “just have them do the pipes and go home. and stop fucking calling me.”
“you think i wanted to call you, you fuckin’ baby? it’s gonna be an extra $200 for them to come back tomorrow and…” he continues to ramble on. meanwhile the girl holds onto carmy’s shoulder, digging her nails in, trying to anchor herself. the feeling of his fingers plunging into her is incredible, and there’s an unexpected rush at the risk of being listened to. of being caught.
carmen laps at her pussy, then closes his lips around her clit and sucks gently. he keeps doing this rhythmically, curling his fingers up into her core, continually switching between gentle licks and slurping and sucking. it’s a particularly deep thrust of his fingers that make her release her lip from her teeth and cry out loudly.
“ah-!”
carmy’s eyes dart upwards at the moan, watching as she claps a hand over her mouth in shock.
“what the fuck was that?” richie’s voice sounds after a pause.
carmen, without a care that they could be caught, continues eating the girl out, giving her a look that says “you are so getting it.”
“hello?? are you watching porn or something, you fuckin’ weirdo?”
he rolls his eyes at the accustation, why would he be watching porn while on the phone?
“no, i’m not watching fucking porn, richie. finish the vents tomorrow, i’m not arguing about this anymore. goodnight.” he grows increasingly impatient, and it reflects in the quickened pace of his fingers.
“wait, wait, one more thing-”
“fuck, what?!” carmen snaps.
the girl lets out a sound of exasperation, coming up on a perpetual orgasm then being denied every time he removes his mouth. the pressure is growing to be unbearable, and she softly whines a “carmyy.”
“i know, baby, i got you,” he whispers back, barely loud enough for her to hear. he brings his mouth to suck on her clit again while richie continues yapping about the fucking vents. fuck the vents.
carmy just watches the girl’s face, tuning out the voice from the phone. he studies how flushed she is—from her cheeks all the way down to her chest. how she seems like she’s barely holding on. how her legs begin to tremble. how she tries desperately to keep from making noise, pressing her lips together firmly, eyes screwed shut, breathing ragged.
the wet, squelching sound from her pussy begins to sound again, juices flooding down his fingers, soaking his hand. it feels unbelievable and she begins to lose patience.
“carm, hang up,” she cries, much louder than she means to. richie’s voice stops in its tracks.
“are you f-what the hell are you doing?” he asks, “who is that?”
“none of your fuckin’ buisness,” carmy snaps, “the central vent is the one that’s the most fucked up, so get it sealed and go the fuck home. and don’t fucking call me again.”
“yeah, yeah, whatever. you have fun over there, assh-” carmy hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the floor.
“what the fuck, carm?” she asks exasperatedly, face fully flushed.
“you’re not very good at staying quiet.”
“you were- ah!” she loses her sentence as he dips back down to swirl her clit with his tongue.
“i was what?” he mutters into her wetness, slipping his free hand back into his pants.
“you were doing that!” she cries, tangling her fingers in his curls.
“it feel good?” he laps at her cunt, rhythmically curling his fingers.
“yeah,” she cries, “please don’t stop again. please.”
a small smirk breaks on his face at how nicely she’s able to ask, even after being tormented with interruptions moments ago. he rewards her by continuing his steady pace, keeping everything constant, coaxing an orgasm out of her.
he squeezes the head of his cock, stroking the length of it faster now. she tastes so good, and the sounds she’s making are so pretty, it’s easy to lose himself in the pleasure.
she bucks her hips against his face, getting his nose wet. her grip on his hair tightens. her body feels hotter, hotter, hotter and-
“carm-!” she gasps, “fuck, baby, that’s so good. m’gonna cum. please keep doing that pleasepleasepleasebabyyesyesyes,” she babbles, grinding her hips against his face, practically riding his fingers which curl so deliciously inside of her. the man has to force himself to not stop and make a snarky comment about how cute she sounds when she’s all fucked out like this .
with a final few curls of his fingers and another swirl of his tongue, she’s coming completely undone. her head falls back and she rides out the orgasm shakily.
he bucks his hips into his hand with fervor, groaning into her pussy as he feels himself approaching an embarrassingly easy climax.
she clenches around his fingers, and he wriggles them as deeply as he can, swirling her clit with his tongue.
the girl lets out a cry, feeling herself be pushed far past her peak, hand flying down to grab his wrist.
“ah-carm, s’too much.”
“you can take it, yeah?” he growls, rutting into his hand. he’s so close. just needs to taste her for a little longer. there’s a hot pulse surging throughout his body.
the girl’s breathing becomes loud, a rapid inhale exhale inhale exhale.
at the labored sound, he takes some mercy on her and stops moving his fingers, focusing solely on lapping at her throbbing clit. his cock twitches in his hand, and with a few final frenzied pumps, he cums into his palm.
“fuck,” he groans, resting his head on her pelvis for a moment. the two of them bask in the post-orgasm high, catching their breaths. carmen’s jaw aches a bit. he plants one last kiss on her oversensitive clit, then pulls away, easing his fingers out slowly.
“kiss me,” she pleads breathily, feeling slightly dizzy from the orgasm.
“yeah? wanna taste yourself again?” his voice is low, kind of raspy.
she nods eagerly.
he leans over and, to her surprise, shoves his fingers in her mouth, swirling them around her tongue, making sure she gets every drop she left behind. the girl enthusiastically cleans his fingers, taking them deeply into her mouth.
the moment he eases them out, he dives into her lips hungrily, shoving his tongue in her mouth, tasting the heavenly mix of her saliva and arousal.
she grabs his face and licks her cum from the side of his lips, from his chin, gathering it before kissing him frantically again.
“mm, thank you,” she mutters against his lips sweetly.
“y’welcome.” he loves how she thanks him.
the taste is intoxicating, and he’s tempted to lick her pussy again just so the both of them can continue to indulge. but there’s a sticky mess on his hand and the inside of his boxers, so he pulls away from her lips, and grabs a tissue from the box on the coffee table.
the girl’s eyes widen in surprise as he eases his cum-covered hand out of his boxers.
“is that- did you..?”
he wipes the white substance off his hand, small small teasing the edge of his lips.
“uh…yeah. that was, um… that was really hot,” he admits.
“yeah, except the part where you put me on the phone with your employee.”
“nah…” he shakes his head, a smirk on his face, “i think you liked that.”
“wha-no i did not,” her eyes widen, “it was so embarrassing.” it was embarrassing, but it really turned her on—not that he needs to know that.
“embarrassing?”
“yes, embarrassing! get that dumb grin off your face, it was!”
this only makes him smile harder, beginning to laugh.
“yeah? that why you soaked my fuckin’ fingers?”
she sits up and reaches for her tank top, a bashful expression on her face.
“no. that’s just because it felt good.”
“you were squeezing me like crazy trying to stay quiet,” he continues to try and provoke her, liking how feisty she becomes.
“give me my panties back.” the girl rolls her eyes and ignores his statement.
“what panties?” he asks cluelessly.
“carmy.”
“yeah, baby?”
she scoffs and mutters a “whatever” before standing up and slipping on her shorts. pantiless. there’s a creeping blush on her face as she wonders what he even wants them for.
“so, tomorrow?” he asks before she can walk away, “for our date?”
she pauses, then nods.
“but we’re not going to your restaurant.”
“why not?” there’s a small smirk on his face.
she gives him a look that says, because you just ate me out on the phone with the guy that would probably be serving us, dumbass, but stays quiet, beginning to walk to the stairs
carmen lets out a chuckle, and stands to follow her after cleaning his hand off. he hooks the waistband of her shorts and pulls her back. hands coming to her hips to steady her, his chest flush against her back.
“c’mon, don’t be like that,” he leans down to kiss her neck. she can feel his smirk against her skin, “you hungry? y’eat yet?”
she shakes her head no, closing her eyes at the sensation of his kisses.
“no you didn’t eat or no you’re not hungry?” he asks, nipping the skin below her earlobe.
“both,” she exhales, leaning back against him, her hands coming overtop his. she suddenly notices how big they are splayed out over her hips.
“you haven’t eaten dinner yet?” he stops kissing her.
“m’not hungry,” she breathes, “keep kissing me there.”
he removes his hands from her hips and steps back. she lets out a noise of disappointment and turns to face him with a pout. he doesn’t see this, though, already walking to the kitchen and turning on the light to make her something.
“carmy,” she calls, following him, “it’s late. let’s just go to bed.”
he ignores her, opening their cabinets to retrieve a box of spaghetti.
“hey,” she grabs his arm, leaning to meet his eyes, “come on. i wanna cuddle.”
“we will. but i’m gonna make you dinner first.” his voice is firm. he pulls his arm away from her and reaches down to grab a pot.
he’s so demanding. but the gesture makes her feel incredibly affectionate towards the man, so it’s hard to be mad at.
as he fills the pot with water, the girl snakes her arms around his waist and hugs him from behind, pressing herself flush against his back.
“thank you,” she mumbles into his shirt, taking a deep breath of their shared laundry detergent. her hand sneaks under his shirt and she drags her fingers into the deep cut of his v line.
carmen reaches his hand behind him, caressing her hip without saying anything in response.
she pulls away after a moment and he puts the pot of water on to boil.
“you eating enough?”
his question catches her off guard.
“i- what?”
“you heard me.” he crosses his arms.
she stares at him for a moment, studying his tightly set jaw. the way it twitches a bit.
“yeah, i am.”
“yeah?” he looks like he doesn’t believe her.
and maybe she had been a bit forgetful lately, missing breakfast, oftentimes coming home too tired to make dinner and opting for a snack instead. she didn't think he had been so observant, though.
“yes.” her tone is quiet.
he just stares at the girl silently, striking blue eyes boring a hole into her. she crumbles under his gaze.
“i’ve just been…stressed. i don’t know. haven’t had much of an appetite.”
“what are you stressed about?”
“going back home i guess,” she admits quietly, shuffling on her feet.
he doesn’t respond, giving her the opportunity to elaborate without pressure.
“i just- it’s gonna be hard. y’know when i told you my mom and i have a complicated relationship?”
he nods, and she continues.
“yeah, that was like…understatement of the year.”
he nods, a knowing look on his face.
“yeah, no. i, uh…i know exactly what you mean.” he really does.
“and um, she’s sick. like, not entirely there,” she points to her head, “so she gets really mean. but then she can also be the nicest, most motherly person. its just…really unpredictable.”
it was almost uncanny, the way in which he pictures donna as she gives her description.
“i, uh…yeah. i get it,” he clears his throat, “i’ve dealt with someone like that my whole life.” he intently locks eyes with her, wishing he could say more to alleviate her dread.
“how did-how do you deal with it?” she asks quietly, after a moment.
“i, uh…i don’t really?” he rubs his neck, letting out a sardonic chuckle, “i haven’t talked to her in…months probably.”
“really?”
“yeah, i’ve, um…been kind of an asshole, actually. my sister is really the only one that deals with her.”
“you’re not an asshole,” she locks eyes with him, “well, sometimes you are. but not cause of that. that’s more like a…i dunno, a defense response.”
he laughs at her bluntness.
“so i am an asshole, just not for that?”
“correct.”
“how am i an asshole?”
“you’ve been trying to make me jealous since i got here.”
“not trying. it actually worked very well.” he has a stupid smile on his face when he says that.
“shut up!” she laughs, shoving her hands against his chest as hard as she can. he barely moves from it, grabbing both her wrists firmly with an amused look on his face. she struggles against his grip, trying to shake the feeling of arousal that comes with how easily he’s able to overpower her.
“why’re you so fiesty, huh?” he grins, pulling her closer.
“cause you’re a fucker, that’s why.” she tries again to pull her arms back, but to no avail. her face feels hot, and she becomes hyper aware of the fabric touching her skin, the hair on her neck, the tingle of the rough grip on her wrists. his face is much closer now, and she fights the urge to lean forward and indulge.
“yeah?”
“mhm,” her response overlaps his.
“what are you gonna do about it?” he mocks, “huh?”
her eyes flicker down his face. he has a stupid fucking smirk plastered on his lips. fuck, she wants to kiss him.
an idea pops into her head.
the girl leans forward, gently ghosting her lips over his own. her tongue darts out and she licks his bottom lip, then sucks it into her mouth and bites softly. then she gives him a soft and gentle barely there kiss.
she feels his grasp on her wrist loosen, so she splays her hand over his chest.
her lips hover over his for just a moment more, and then she shoves him.
carmy stumbles back slightly, less prepared that time, hands coming behind him to steady himself on the counter. when he meets her eyes again he has a dark glint in his eyes. almost like anger, but hungrier.
the next thing she knows, he yanks her into his chest, grabs her hip and roughly bends her over the countertop.
she just thinks to herself, finally.
carmen tugs her hips back until her forearms fall to the counter and she arches her spine. until she’s flush with his pelvis and he’s pressing his achingly hard cock against her ass.
“such a bratty fuckin’ girl,” his tone is rough, strained. “you know that? fuckin’ had it with you.”
“i’m n-” she cuts herself off with a gasp as he harshly tugs the waistband of her shorts up, wedging the fabric between her cheeks and giving himself a nice view of the supple skin.
“you’re what?” he smooths his hand over her ass, watching her arch into his touch. watching as she opens her mouth to say something, then close, staying silent and shuffling her hips against his groin.
carmen lets out a groan—half frustration, half arousal, smoothing his hands over her hamstrings and firmly squeezing the soft flesh before trailing back up to her ass.
“you doing this on purpose?” both hands grab her ass, kneading, pulling her closer against his hardness.
no response. she can’t, not without moaning.
“hmm?” he shoves his hips forward into her, “you trying to get a reaction outta me tonight? or are y’really just that fucking bratty?” the hand gripping her flesh squeezes harder.
“i-mmh…that-…keep doing that.” she chooses to ignore his question.
“answer me.”
still nothing.
“you want me to spank you? cause that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep this shit up.”
his words make her stomach flip. of course she does. she hides her smile in her arms and stays quiet, pushing back into him. hoping he’ll stick to his words.
carmen raises his hand, and cracks it down on her right cheek, grabbing the flesh immediately after to ease some of the sting.
“ah-!” she grips the countertop, arching her spine. his hand leaves behind a hot, tingling sensation, flooding through her body like a wave.
“y’okay?” he tries to sound caring but his tone comes out rough, heavy with arousal.
“yeah.” better than okay. incredibly horny, actually. “that hurt?” his hand smooths over the reddening skin.
“no,” she shakes her head, pushing back against him again, “thought you were gonna spank me.”
she cranes her neck trying to get a look at the man. his pupils are blown, face is rosy, and when she meets his eyes there’s a dangerous glint to them.
he wedges her shorts up higher, exposing more of her ass, then smacks her in the same spot without warning. harder this time.
“fuck-!” she gasps sharply. it hurts, but in a way that has her pressing her thighs together desperately to try and get some relief.
“can you take one more, pretty girl?”
“yeah,” she whines enthusiastically, shuffling her hips back against his groin.
“yeah? y’so tough, baby.” his voice has a slight mocking edge to it as he does everything in his power to not yank the shorts down her legs and fuck her into the counter.
“just…shut up and do it.” she tries to mask her eagerness, but it doesn’t work very well.
he scoffs, and rubs his large hand over her supple skin. when he feels her relax, he raises it and cracks down on her other cheek.
she partially muffles the loud cry by biting down on her forearm, feeling a few tears begin to form in her eyes.
“you have such a cute ass, y’know that?” he squeezes both of her cheeks in tandem, pulling them apart, pushing them together, “can already see the handprints forming.” his voice is low and rough.
“wh-really?” her brain feels fuzzy with desire as she tries to switch gears.
“you wanna see?”
she nods her head frantically, butterflies arising at the thought.
carmen pulls his phone out of his back pocket and holds it over her, snapping a picture with a low groan.
“look back at me,” he demands softly.
she does, peering over her right shoulder to see him holding the camera facing her. the embarrassment makes her face feel hot, but she lets him take the picture anyway, looking into the lense with a small pout on her face.
“so fucking pretty,” he growls, lowering the phone and clicking on the picture he took, admiring it for a moment before turning the phone so she could see.
it was quite the picture—cherry red handprints over her round ass, shorts wedged up so far they look like underwear, the curves of her body accentuated by the angle.
carmy swipes to the left and reveals the photo of her looking back at the camera, all flushed cheeks and pouty lips and misty eyes. she knows she should probably feel embarrassed, but seeing herself like that just makes the throbbing between her legs intensify.
carmen turns off the phone and puts it back in his pocket. he leans over and grabs her face, studying her with furrowed brows before leaning down kissing her firmly.
“you okay?” another kiss, “really?”
she nods, eagerly reciprocating the kiss, moaning a soft “mhm” against his lips.
“didn’t hurt too bad?” his brows are furrowed, their movements beginning to quicken. she slips her tongue into his mouth and she begins to kiss him faster, losing herself in his lips.
carmy reciprocates for a moment before muttering a gentle “hey,” pulling back a bit, “answer me.” his gaze flickers over the sheen on her cheeks, left behind from a few stray tears.
her eyes flutter open, fighting the urge to not chase his lips.
“it didn’t hurt,” she affirms hazily, “felt good. can you put it in? please?”
“jesus, christ” he groans, dipping back in for another kiss, “want me to fuck you? needy fuckin’ girl.”
she nods with a small, bashful smile and softly nips at his bottom lip, fighting the urge to bite harder.
carmen straightens to his previous position behind her and slips his fingers beneath the hem of her bunched up shorts. he pulls them to the side to reveal her glistening pussy, letting out a sharp exhale at the sight. he’s about to reach out and touch her when she gasps.
“carm, the water.”
it angrily bubbles and pours down the sides of the pot, sizzling when it splashes onto the flames.
“fuck,” he pulls away from her, quickly moving to turn off the burner. “stay right there.”
and she would’ve, had another fucking phone not started ringing.
the girl cries out his name frustratedly, just wanting him to come back over and fuck her brains out.
“it’s not mine this time,” carmy defends, adjusting the tent of his pants. he’s so hard it’s almost painful, increasingly eager to get back behind her.
she huffs and straightens, readjusting the uncomfortably wedged-up shorts as she follows the sound of the ringer. when she retrieves her phone from between the couch cushions, her heart drops at the contact name.
mom.
in a single moment it’s like the air gets sucked from her lungs. her skin stops tingling with that warm heat, body stops buzzing with pleasure—all the good feelings flood from her suddenly.
carmen wipes down the stove, drying the water that had boiled over before refilling the pot and turning the heat back on. his roommate talks in a hushed, urgent tone in the living room, and he tries to refrain from curiously moving closer and eavesdropping. curiosity almost gets the better of him, but a few more moments pass and he hears delicate footsteps approaching.
he looks up, and catches the sight of her tear-streaked face. her big, sad eyes. a pit forms in his stomach.
“everything okay?” he’s unable to hide the concern in his tone.
she doesn’t say anything. she can’t. so she just rushes forward and crashes into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
“hey,” he soothes, tightly reciprocating the hug, “what happened?” he kisses the side of her head.
it takes her a minute before she’s able to verbalize, just wanting to nuzzle herself as far into his chest as she can, wishing she could just disappear into him completely.
he says her name, pulling away slightly to get a look at her sweet, sad face. “what’s goin’ on, huh?”
“i’m going back next week,” it’s hard to make eye contact with him, so she looks to the side with blurry vision.
“what?” it’s like a punch in the stomach.
“i-…my mom,” she sighs exasperatedly, “she’s just getting worse,” at this point the tears stream down her cheeks.
he cups her face with both hands, wiping them away with his thumbs. he just stares at her, not knowing exactly what to say to make this shitty situation better.
“i’m-….fuck, i’m sorry.” he puts his forehead on hers, “m’so so sorry.” he doesn’t know exactly what he’s apologizing for—the state of her mother or the dread of her sudden departure. either way, there’s this overwhelming feeling of loss trying to wrap his head around how soon next week really is.
“m’gonna go to bed,” she mutters, tightly closing her eyes to stop the flow of tears, nose brushing against his.
“you don’t wanna eat with me?”
she gives a small shake of her head, having lost her appetite at the news.
carmy wants to push it. but she just looks so tired and sad, he figures it’s better not to. his hand comes to the back of her neck, and he pulls her into a bear hug, kissing the side of her head.
“go wait in my bed for me,” another kiss, “i’ll be up in a bit.”
“i need a shower,” she mutters into his neck, “you made me all…sticky.”
he can’t help but let out a humorous exhale, finding a small bit of relief from her words.
“yeah? sorry about that.” he has a soft, barely there smile on his face.
“you know i love you, carmy?”
her quiet confession stops his train of thought. stops the noise of it all. it kind of feels like it even stops his heart, just for a second.
it was something she hadn’t yet said to him without the hazy high of lust. something she had been waiting on until it felt real.
carmen eases away from the tight hug, getting a good look at her face. she’s entirely genuine, brows furrowed and eyes glossy, searching his expression for reassurance. he dips forward and kisses her softly, hand caressing her cheek.
“i know,” his thumb traces along her jaw, “i love you too.”
she turns her head to the side and kisses his hand.
“you gonna come to california with me?” she softly bites his thumb.
“yeah, baby.” he nods. it’s a lie, and they both know that.
sometimes it’s easier to fantasize about what could be than accept what never will.
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it’s far too late into the night by the time carmen has eaten and showered. he blearily trudges down the hall and pushes his door open. and like a breath of fresh air, there she was. cuddled up in his blankets, face buried in his pillow. it feels incredibly domestic, and he finds himself wishing he could come home to this every night of his life.
carmen eases into bed slowly as to not wake her, shuffling his body against hers. then he just watches her for a bit.
he watches her chest rise and fall. watches the way her lips slightly part with her heavy breaths. she looks so peaceful unconscious, like there isn’t a worry in the world.
he thinks about how selfishly he wants to keep that placating expression on her face. wants to keep her to himself. thinks about how selfishly he wishes she didn’t even have a family to return to—how fucked up is that? it’s almost surreal, staring at her sleeping form, mourning her loss while she’s still in front of him. tangible and soft and beautiful and sleeping right there.
carmen reaches out and strokes her cheek at the thought, then leans in to press a gentle kiss to her resting lips. it doesn’t make him feel better like he thought it would.
he turns off the light and pulls her in close.
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pt 2 of i didn't know
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Pairing: Patrick Bateman x psychiatrist!fem!OC (April my beloved!) CW: Daddy kink, dirty talk, possessive Patrick, pet names, clothing kink, sensual foreplay and maybe something else. A/N: Hello my dears, I know this is not what most of you are waiting for but I just wanted to drop this concept of Patrick losing his mind over April (my personal OC for drafting and practicing lol) when she dressed herself in a very cute but sexy outfit, hehe. Also, sorry again for using x reader tag.
Stepping into the privacy of their apartment, Patrick turned to April, his voice low and grim. "You know the rules. There are consequences for putting yourself in danger. This… will not happen again."
April knew what his words meant, so he just gave a quick nod and disappeared behind the doors of the fancy bedroom. While Bateman called his best friend from work—named Timothy Bryce—the woman changed into a cute pink lingerie, then she put on her white knee socks and after that she added a pair of cute fluffy ears on top of her head. The last detail was a pink choker with a bell that Patrick loved and before she knew it she was sitting on the bed waiting for him.
When the door to the bedroom swung open, April almost jumped, feeling nervous and a little scared. "I thought you forgot about me," she giggled embarrassed, looking away from her husband in shame. "I dressed up the way you like it most…I hope you like it…Daddy."
April blushed and crumpled the white sheets, her heart beating so fast she was about to suffocate, she couldn't even look at Patrick whose soft footsteps echoed off the walls, making her even more worried as she felt herself locked in a cage with a beast.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice smooth yet threaded with an underlying danger. "So eager to please, aren't you?"
Patrick walked closer, his steps measured and deliberate, adding to the tension in the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her into his lap, one hand immediately finding its way to the bell on her choker, tugging gently so that it rang softly.
"Did you think dressing up like that would get you out of consequences?" he asked, his tone deceptively light as his fingers traced the edge of her lingerie. "You're very… persuasive, I'll give you that."
April's breath caught, her eyes darting nervously between his eyes and his lips. "I-I just wanted to make you happy," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't want to disappoint you."
Bateman tilted her chin up with a firm hand, forcing her to meet his gaze fully. His eyes bored into hers with a fierce, dominating intensity. "Oh, you will not disappoint me," he promised, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But you must understand something, sweetheart." Releasing her chin, his hand moved to caress her cheek in an almost tender way. "Tonight was unacceptable. You allowed a situation to get out of control and I will not tolerate that." Patrick's other hand slid down her back, caressing the soft curve just above her ass. "But you’re going to make up for it, aren’t you?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss her deeply, his lips capturing hers with a possessive force. The kiss was both punishment and reward, a tenderness with a cruel edge that reminded her who held the reins.
His tongue dominated hers effortlessly, exploring her mouth as if to stake his claim once again. Pulling back just enough to speak, his eyes locked with hers. "You are mine," he repeated, his voice dripping with both control and dark promise. "Everything about you is mine."
"Patrick…" The woman gasped, struggling to catch her breath.
Grabbing her hips, Patrick shifted April, forcing her to straddle his lap. The position gave him complete control while making her submit completely to his desires. "Now," he said softly, his hands cupping her ass possessively, "I want you to prove to me that you really do understand what a bad girl you have been..."
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not like you - s. geto
a/n: he doesn't hate non sorcerers here lol
"oh shit-"
that's the last thing you say before you're tumbling to the ground, the roller skate you're wearing having caught on something and sending you sprawling. you groan as you sit up and whimper when you try to move your ankle.
within seconds suguru is beside you, you look up at him expecting him to help you up but he's- laughing?
"alright come on babe, get back up. they're gonna start the couples skating round here in a second."
"wha- suguru there's no way i can keep skating, i totally busted my ankle."
"oh come on, you're fine," he chuckles, then he's lifting you up and trying to set you on your feet. your ankle, which has already started to swell gives out almost immediately and you let out a pained yelp as you tumble back to the ground.
tears well in your eyes at the pain and you try to shove them down, not wanting to start sobbing in public. he has the audacity to look surprised.
"suguru what the fuck?"
"i- shit are you really hurt?"
you glare at him.
"obviously? i'm not a sorcerer like you asshole, i can't just heal my sprained ankle like that," you snap your fingers and pull off your skates, wincing as you stand up gingerly. you shove your skates into your boyfriend's chest.
"there, skate without me," you call as you hobble out of the rink and go to sit down. you peel your sock off and wince at the purple and blue that's starting to bloom along your skin.
a few minutes later suguru is kneeling in front of you with an ice pack and a wrap.
"sorry pretty," he mumbles, placing a soft kiss on your calf, "i didn't mean to hurt you more."
you cross your arms and look away from him but hold your foot out and allow him to wrap your ankle.
"sometimes i forgot that i'm not normal."
you huff and nod, making him let out a slight chuckle as he presses the ice pack to your neatly wrapped foot.
"feel better?'
"... yes," you admit begrudgingly, "you're gonna have to take care of me for the next couple weeks for me to fully forgive you though."
he nods and laughs,
"that's just fine with me."
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Chapter One The Bear & His Honey
Summary: Carmy + Winnie meet, He obviously tries to weasel his way into her heart by cooking for her.
A/N: Eeeep! I am sooo excited to be writing again, i've written fic's since like 2010 & stopped for quite a while, But Carmen has awoken the beast in me once more LOL !!! It's not without much thanks and love to @daysofyellowroses - Her encouragement & excitement for my ideas has inspired me in the most beautiful way. Give her a follow please! Her fic's genuinely are sososooooooo good that they made me want to start writing myself again, The theme and overall organization of her works is immaculate, I admire her works so much! I highly encourage any Carmy lover to take a look!! She is also such a doll!! And so so sooo sweet!!!
Anyhow, I love longer fics - this chapter is nearing 6k words & it initially started as a one shot, so reader be warned I am very wordy!
Warnings; Cursing, ehh I think thats it? Oh! Smoking Cigarettes & The green stuff, but thats all! *We will be getting VERY spicy, angsty, and sickeningly fluffy in this story - if that isn't your cup, ask me anything if you like my style! I am only writing for Carm at this second, but I will be writing ACOTAR & likely other things as I wet my pallate - it's been years for me, but if you have an idea that you want to throw my way, or just wanna talk (even if you just need someone!) I'm here for you peeps! Without further ado- let the show begin.
(Comments + Reblogs + Kind critiques are not only appreciated, but heavily encouraged!)
𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!
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One
I took a deep breath, the dry, late winter air sticking my nostrils together momentarily- fuck. I hate this god-damned weather. I shuffle across the street, my boots mushing through the late-winter Chicago slush. I slosh into the alley, my boots squelching with every step. I trudge across the street, nearly gagging at every soggy step, feeling my socks ever so slowly become wet.
I sludge my way finally to the (god-blessed, shoveled) alley across the way, that connected The Next Page to the street in front of it, and hear a muttered “fuck” & my eyes lift from the locked spot on my salty, wet boots. They meet the side-profile of an undeniably handsome curly dirty blonde male, my eyes rolling, as he pats his pockets down. I assume he forgot his light.
As I approached him, I piped up. “Missin’ somethin’?” I flick my pink lighter to life with my thumb, My eyes meeting his large blue ones. He leans forward, gently lighting his cigarette between my thumb and the flame. “Thanks” he muttered, sucking on the cigarette between his lips, his eyes locked on me.
“Y’ smoke?” he questioned. I shook my head gently, “Not cigarettes, but I’m bout’ to eat, s’why not?” I slipped the small tin from my pocket, pulling a shorty from the box. I put it between my lips, leaning in close, touching the joint tip to the burning end of his cigarette gently, and took a slow drag once it was fully lit.
“Work here?” I motion at the building next to us with my chin, smoke spilling from my lips as I speak. His white t-shirt made me guess he could be a line cook or a bus boy at the restaurant that had been crowding the block the past few months. He nodded, a large puff of smoke leaving his lips, the edges of his lips upturning a bit into a smile.
“Mhmm, own it.” he said casually, taking another drag, my eyebrows raising. “Hmm,” I hummed, smoke puffing from my nose obviously in the winter air. “Wow, from the shirt- thought you’re a busboy, quite the humble owner mm’?” I teased, a smile dancing on my lips as I pulled another puff of my joint. “Yea- guess so” he teased, shrugging lightly.
“My boss comes by once in a blue moon, so either you’re a grade-A asshole, or have crippling OCD and you think your business is gonna fail.” I teased, blowing smoke past his left as I leaned against the brick wall. He chuckled, “Alright, well- Sugar says I’m OCD whatever the fuck that means, so you got me” he shrugged. I laughed. “I can so see it, what’s your name?” I asked.
His eyes flutter to my lips, before meeting my eyes again. “Carmen.” He replied, putting his cigarette back to his lips and taking a deep drag. “Winnie..” I replied nibbling the inside of my lip gently. Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. The word echoed in my mind like an invocation. “Winnie” he repeated, smoke spilling from his lips in tendrils.
“Full name?” He questioned. A heat rose to my cheeks and I rolled my eyes, gaze flicking to my sneakers as I took another drag of my joint. “Winnow. Shut up, if you laugh, I’ll cut off your dick. My parents were never married, not sure what they were thinking.” I mutter, the tips of my ears heating in embarrassment. “Mmm” he hummed.
I look back up at him, “No slick comments?” I asked, genuinely surprised. He shrugged. “Winnow is pretty, people make fun of that?” He questioned, dropping the mostly burnt cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his chef's clog. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “A dude named Carmen, not used t’ people pokin’ at your name?” my glance meets his.
His arms were now crossed over his chest, his delicious biceps becoming more prominent. “Go by Carm, mostly” he shrugged. Carm. “Hmm.” I hummed. “Carm. Suits you.” I said, my eyes grazing over the tattoos adorning his arms. “Yeah?” his tongue grazed his lips, a smirk pulling at the corners.
“Mhhmm” I reach out, my finger brushing over the ‘773’ on his arm. “From ‘round here huh?” I questioned, my eyes meeting his blue ones once more. “Ye’, east side” he said, to which I nodded. “Sorry, don’t know too much, from New York.” I said, my arms crossing over my own chest.
“Yeah? Where about? Did culinary school out there.” he replied. “Rochester” I nod, my accent coming out slightly. “Ah, alright. Like yourself a garbage plate?” he teased. I laughed, a real laugh, something few and far between these days. “Wow, so you really went to school out there eh’? I do actually, know how that came to?” I asked my fingers finding a loose string on my jacket to fiddle with.
“Not at all, thought it was a myth- you really eat that shit out there?” he joked. I giggled. “Don’t make me hit you, Yes! We do, so story goes, frat guys stumble all drunk in to Nick Tahoes, and they tell the line cook to give ‘em the plate with ‘all the garbage’ on it. And so, since it was closing time, they took all the carby leftovers they were gonna throw out, and threw em on a plate- the guys loved it” he grimaced playfully “eugh! Guys never heard of a burger?”
I laughed again “there is a burger, Carm! mmm,” I hum my eyes closing and head falling back at the memory of such a comfort meal. “oh my god, mac salad, cold! Has to be cold, Carm, then you do baked beans,” I paused at his brows furrowing “Don’t look at me like that, asshole” I shove his shoulder playfully, earning a chuckle.
“No- nope keep on explaining your… catastrophe” he teased, I gasped, feigning a shot to the heart. “Wow, Carmy, you know how to flatter a girl huh? Insulting the indigenous dish of her homeland?!” I joked, causing him to really laugh. A beautiful sound I wanted to hear more often. “Ok, ok, so then you add the homefries, then - the house chilli, ohhh my god!” I groaned my head falling back “Soo, so good, then, you add on a burger patty, or a hotdog, or both if you feel frisky” he laughed again, his eyes crinkling adorably.
“How often do you feel frisky mm? Or are you a more tame girl?” he teased. I smacked the side of his jaw gently with a large bashful smile adorning my lips, “Carmen! You do not ask a lady how often she gets frisky!” I giggled, poking his muscular chest gently. “Ok, ok, keep going- or is that the end of the abomination?” he questioned and I dug my knuckle into his chest playfully.
“Nope!! Then you add chopped onions, ketchup, and mustard!!” I grinned and he grimaced jokingly. “Holy Jesus, your breath could knock out an army after that I’d bet” he teased earning another true laugh from me. “I swear, you own his place? If you thought you were busy before- add a garbage plate to the menu, and you’ll be rich, Carmen” I adjusted the Saint Anthony chain around his neck gently, so the pendant was facing front.
His cheeks got a bit flushed. “Well, i’m makin’ a new dessert menu, if you wanted to come in and check it out, How bout’ I make you a garbage plate, well, the Carmen-Garbage plate, we don’t do chilli here, but I think you’ll like what I pull together” he offered.
I took another drag of my joint, contemplating. “Alright. Shops been slow today so, Mel won’t notice if I sneak an extra few minutes in” i put out the nub on the wall, before dropping it and crushing it under the toe of my boot.
“C’mon” he nods, pulling open the large metal door that leads into the kitchen.
Read Chapter 2 Here!
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What are some of the best ways to tease the boys??💗 (trying to write a one shot)
not sure if you're still writing your OS (I apologize for replying so late), but here's your answer:
you can tease them about anything, there are no specifics ^^
but I can give you an example or two in case you're struggling with it.
❤️ tease Damon about his photography hobby/ collection:
You find Damon's latest collection of carefully composed photographs, and you can't help but raise an eyebrow. YOU: "Oh, Damon, your photography skills are truly unparalleled," you quip, your voice dripping with exaggerated admiration. "I mean, who knows that capturing a thousand shots of my coffee cup from every possible angle is so captivating?" 😄 Damon starts to look a bit uncomfortable for a moment. Damon: "Oh, you found that collection, uhm, I forgot to put it away… It's nothing special, really…" 💦 You pretend not to hear him and examine another photo with feigned seriousness. YOU: "And look at this masterpiece," you can barely contain your laughter, "the breathtaking beauty of my solitary sock abandoned on the floor! It truly captures the essence of… well, my laziness, I suppose." 😆 Damon's initial tension fades away, and he laughs along with you, realizing that you're finding more amusement in what you're seeing rather than being disturbed by it. Damon: "Yeah! I am the master of capturing the mundane. It's an art form, you know. Not everyone can see the beauty in everyday objects like I can~" ✨ YOU: "Oh, absolutely. You elevate the art of finding beauty in the banal to new heights. I'm sure the world is clamoring to see your collection of my toilet paper roll 🧻 close-ups any day now." He grins at you. Damon: "… Are you trying to give me new ideas?" YOU: "Why? Are you now going to reveal to me what a super weird boyfriend I have?" 🤨 Damon: "Hey, at least I wouldn't share it with the world!" You grab the nearest pillow and aim for his face. Laughing, he catches it before it could touch his nose.
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another example would be teasing DG about being a sore loser when he plays video games with you (but you still have to be careful with him, don't exaggerate your teasing lol).
I hope this is what you meant by "teasing" and not what makes them mad or something xD
thank you for your question and I hope you will release your OS for everyone to read! 👀💕 have a good day/ night 😊
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Imagine mc giving birth to their baby. You know, Cove is probably panicking, Baxter pretending he's okay but at some point faints and our brave Derek letting mc crush his hand with theirs lol
And also I've seen a clip of a dude who just witnessed his wife deliver their baby and, with a face full of horror, he told her, "I am SO sorry, I won't do that again. " 🤣😭
I'm just imagining one of the boys saying something like that, in my head it's so funny
omg i almost missed this!!! im so glad you brought this up bc i love thinking abt how the boys are during delivery, especially cove omg (im sorry this is such a ramble... but also not sorry bc my brain worms are dancing in happiness at these thoughts)
cove:
even though you've had months to prepare for this and cliff n kyra has given cove lots of advice, paired with a lot of "don't freak out!" (sometimes followed by something freaky that happens during pregnancy or labor...)
he's prepared for this though. as prepared as an anxious first time dad can be. i mightta said this before, but whether you have him in the room the whole time or just to come cut the cord and hold the baby, is up to you.
if you have him in the room he'll let you hold his hand and he'll be holding yours back (he doesn't notice the pain of your grip for the longest...)
he definitely does what you mentioned and apologizes for putting you thru this LOL
after you give birth, he will do everything... he'll change diapers, put them down for naps, burp, wash, everything... because after that he needs to even the balance (if it was up to him, you'd never lift a finger after that, especially if you have multiple kids via birth)
HE'S ALSO OVERLY PREPARED
delivery bag? more like BAGS. mans has double of everything, he's PETRIFIED
also he runs to any place you want and buys you food while you're in labor if it's really long
and he stays with you up until its go time, then if you want him to wait outside he will
also he faints... or at least gets weak
if you have a c-section he's alrdy freaked out bc... omg they're taking a knife to you thats scary shit
but just natural birth? he's doubly freaked out because your body can do THAT??? you're literally pushing out a whole baby and he is awed but losing his shit honestly
would be babbling praises and encouragements (both for you and himself) n you can tell him to shut up its okay bc he's gonna laugh in the end anyway, but he'll probably end up going quiet bc he's trying not to be distracting and he probably saw something he wasn't prepared for 😬
probably starts crying the closer your baby gets to being out the womb, n after they're fully out and here he's bawling and just realized it but also he's trying to comfort n check on you first so you end up laughing bc he's fretting over you as if he isnt flooding the room
baxter:
mans is NOT CALM
tries to look calm, but he just looks constipated and he looks tired honestly
he's been losing sleep this whole pregnancy bc he's afraid of being a bad father, but he's so excited and ends up staying up at night talking to your belly so he just can't win
surprisingly dropped the collared shirts and slacks
mans is stuck in t-shirts and sweatpants or jeans
his hair is a mess too
omg he's napping when you go into labor
he jumps up, mismatched socks (either he's wearing an ankle cat print sock and a knee high sock, or he's wearing one sock. its bad n i think him wearing one sock is better (worse for him but hes fineeee))
the nurses love him bc he's running in and out bringing you food and runs back to get anything he or you forgot or might need
another over packer
honestly they're all over packers who are we kidding
this is where is wedding planner job comes in handy
has backups and plan b's for everything
and even though everything is right he brings extra just to feel better
won't be in the room if you want that ofc, but he psychs himself up to be in there
he's really scared n nervous, more-so than cove actually. but he wants to support you and if you want him in there, he's there. even if you reassure him he doesn't have to be there, he wants to be
he has to sit down while he's there, his leg is shaking and he's torn between watching whatevers going on over there and watching your face for any signs which.. doesnt really make sense since labor isnt like going to the waterpark but he has a kind heart <33
spends so much time looking at the baby... cove does too but baxter spends double that time
watches the nurses and doctors like a hawk whenever they mess w the baby
will curl up next to your bed and thanks you so much for giving him such a beautiful life, this is all stuff he never thought he'd have and he's so happy
derek:
he's actually the calmest one
he has 2 siblings and even though he was young when they were born, he has lots of experience with babies and he prepared
isn't that bad of an over packer actually, just extra baby stuff and some of the best snacks
but he'll still surprise you with your favorite food or takeout
he will do anything for you during labor, remind him to just sit down and hold your hand n stfu, thats what nurses n doctors are for n he really can't help much atp, its all up to you and the nurses+doc
holds your hand even though you might be hurting him. will just wince thru it or convince you to switch hands
will keep giving encouragement and either times it perfectly so he doesn't get on your nerves or you have to kindly ask him to shut up bc you're not playing ball, it isnt helping!!!!
also pulls a cove and does a lot of the work around the house and with the baby bc that was tough work, labor and carrying the baby? you deserve it!!!
ends up talking n holding the baby a lot, is probably a little scared since theyre so little and just holds their hand or looks at them
you sometimes wake up to him mumbling stuff to the baby, abt how happy he is, how he's going to take care of you both, how much he loves them...
carries everything outta the hospital by himself (by everything he means your hand and the baby, his family is probably dragging your stuff to the car bc they're here to help n make your life a million times easier and its literally a sleepover with nico around)
anyway. i need more dad!derek hc's now, specifically uncle nico and jorge, bc that is such a big brain thought
now this applies to all the boys honestly, i didnt even think abt it until now
but he helps you walk to the bathroom and put on all the pads n underwear n stuff if you need it
i remember seeing a youtube short where the woman said her fiance or husband helped her walk to the bathroom, spray her coochie w the water spray bottle, and with the underwear stuff
so don't worry about how you look or if it's icky because you're all sore and/or stitched up or anything like that because he's not paying attention, he just wants to help you in any way possible
#olba#cove holden#baxter ward#derek suarez#cove holden x reader#derek suarez x reader#baxter ward x reader
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omg i love crochet!reader making spence a sweater, but i do feel like spencer would be very very adamant that it only happen after they get married cuz he believes in the sweater curse.
with his mismatched socks he seems superstitious, and basically the sweater curse is you cant make a sweater for your partner if you are unmarried cuz it like "unravels" the relationship lol
he would be so superstitious and I love it because it's so unexpected since he's so logical.
Okay but what if Crocheter!Reader knows this superstition that Spencer has and wants to encourage him to propose.
Like the conversation would happen something like this I think.
Spencer carefully inspects the intricately crocheted sweater in his hands. The dark brown and sage green colors crocheted in an argyle pattern are perfectly designed for him. He feels his heart pang at the gesture, feeling like he's finally important enough to someone to warrant such a wonderfully thoughtful gift.
"I love it, baby." Spencer says, gently folding the sweater vest in his lap. "It's so beautiful. You're so talented. But," he says, knowing to trend lightly as to not hurt her feelings.
"But, what, Spence?" She asks, "Is it not the right size? I made sure to swipe that purple one for size reference. It fits you perfectly."
"No, no, it's not that. It's just the curse. You know. The one about giving your partner crocheted or knitted gifts. It's supposed to unravel the relationship." He explains, his cheeks blushing as he speaks.
"Oh right, I forgot," Y/N says, clearly feigning forgetfulness.
"I wouldn't want to take any chances with our relationship. It's not that I'm superstitious, it's just I'm....careful." Spencer explains again. "Even though it's the most beautiful sweater ever."
Y/N takes in Spencer's words with a bemused expression. She smirks, knowing what she's about to say will either send him into cardiac arrest or escalate things quicker than they'd imagine it would go.
"Well if you don't want to wear the sweater because we aren't married, maybe you should do something about that then, Spence."
“Well maybe I will,” Spencer retorts, a similarly dorky smirk plastered to his face. He leans over and kisses Y/N on her cheek, “But it really is a beautiful sweater, Mrs. Reid.”
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x reader fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid blurbs#spencer reid x fem!reader
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*****i forgot to ask what for the GOT7 one. lol
https://at.tumblr.com/eviebyme/hi-i-wanted-to-ask-if-you-can-do-a-headcanon/9frby751u7c1
If you can please do the same for GOT7?
Hi! Yes, I can certainly do that 😉. Thanks for requesting!❤️
Got7 Kinks
Mark
He’s probably the most vanilla tbh
Being with a partner he finds sexy is usually enough for him
He prefers to stick with missionary or doggy
His kink would most probably be penetration, just the act of sex is enough and he doesn’t really like to step out of his comfort zone
He will silently judge you if you suggest anything too crazy by his standards
Jaebeom
I can see him having specific sensitive spots that will drive him crazy when they’re touched
Like he’s big into having his nipples played with or being pinched on his thighs or waist or something
To that point he probably has a specific body fetish. Foot fetish, breast, belly button. I can see him being hyperfixated (and turned on) by certain body parts
Likes having sex in public, but with no one around lol - like in a field or in a car. He finds it exciting but anything more and his anxiety takes over
Jackson
Ok guys, he’s a lowkey freak
Takes consent very VERY seriously because he knows he’ll mess you up lol
Hard dom- likes giving orders, inflicting pain, and teasing
Like leather and bondage
ALWAYS has a safe word, even if your intention is just making out
Jinyoung
Soft dom - he likes to give orders but is a huge softy and feels bad when he gets carried away
LOVES roleplaying - he’s always the dominant though. Like he really gets into it. He’s usually pretty reserved but once he’s into a role he completely changes into that character
Likes to blindfold and tie up his partner - but he only reaches this stage after being with someone for a while
Seems vanilla the first few times, but he is freaky trust me
Youngjae
Edging and being teased
Probably a switch or exclusively submissive
I can see him being turned on by certain articles of clothing - like knee high socks and a short skirt or lingerie. That will drive him wild. Even certain textures like silk or lace are incredibly sexy
Also, I can see getting turned on by cosplay of anime or video game characters - omg and maids!
Bambam
Soft dom #2
More of a Daddy/baby girl kind of dom
Loves to take care of you and loves to put you in your place
Giving massages (erotic massages ofc)
Probably the second most vanilla after Mark. He likes good old fashioned sex and literally just loves to be touched.
Yugyeom
Rough sex
Role play that results in rough sex (punishing, humiliating, etc)
I’m reluctant to say hard dom because he can come out of this role quickly - and he is not really a soft dom.
He will be very clear about consent and safe words too. His partner is always a priority, but sex is a way to release anger, so he usually wants to be totally clear
Loves anal but will never suggest it to his partner
Requests Open!
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LMAOO im also chronically online this is a safe space for the chronically online dw (i also respond at chronically online speeds sooo) but FR THE UNHOLY TRINITY LMAOO if we add Raichi it’s the four horsemen of the apocalypse (bro has never played anything other than defense though and we like. NEVER see him touch the ball basically so uh sorry bro no sexy soccer time yet)
Honestly I don’t know why more people can’t just let people exist?? Like fr just leave them alone and live your life why make it so miserable for everyone sheesh…also please those twelve year olds on tiktok can’t even tie their shoe laces nor should they be on tiktok learning “potty mouth phrases” LMAO I think they need a reality check DESPERATELY
Never apologize for writing too much Karasu.
But LMAOO OK IM GLAD HAHA so real for that I can’t do what Reo or Barou do for him like I will not be the Anri to your Ego!!! Please put your socks in the laundry!!!! But this isn’t irl so he’ll still be a squishy bear to me
LMAO REALLL side character supremacy >>> Honestly I didn’t hate the animation either although I did notice some funky scenes it wasn’t nearly as bad as everyone made it seem…I’m glad to hear that they’re putting their eightbitussy into it though
He’s so captain it’s literally insane (quick we gotta talk more about this and manifest Karasu captain for u20 World Cup) Aiku honestly a good option too (I wanna see my man in action though) if it’s Isagi I’ll lowk riot
BESIDES AN EROTIC LEFT LEG GOODBYE that made me snort as I read this
I LOVE READING THE REFERENCES LMAOOO if they fit into the story keep them coming!!! (KARASU DROWNING SHDGSHSH IM NOT READY)
Ok yeah I also kinda ballparked that amount in my mind LMAO I forgot to mention this more in my last response but the ON SALE THING >>>> I laughed it was so goofy too like she caught him red handed THE NEXT DAY like bro those were NOT on sale…$50 for advice boy you’re not slick
Chefs kiss mc written wonderfully WITHOUT the typical overly used cliches as much as I love a stupid mc sometimes it’s quite an overused trope I feel where it’s the teehee dummy reader so again, this was refreshing LOL (I always love how you give your y/ns substance as characters and like humans..?? Like they all feel like actual people and aren’t your just your average w*ttp*d UwU MCs…I mean writers have to start somewhere so maybe I should stop bashing them like this but uh)
Honestly it’s such an interesting language which is why it takes me a bit to translate/transcribe sometimes because I can’t capture the underlying meanings or emotions as well in English LMAOO (the first time I tried was the hiori light novel and finding the correct phrasing was definitely a learning curve LOL) but omg slay you’re outperforming people living in the motherland!! That’s honestly really impressive, do you get to speak it frequently?
Snuffy’s backstory is actually so sad I can’t :(( also the SONG CHOICE??? Bye. But this is why I can’t even say “no one dies in soccer anymore” man
NO FR you know it’s bad when I’m impressed by a healthy family in bllk shdshhs HAHA FAIR TRADE INDEED o7 I have chapter 2 ready it was longer than I expected but I sped up the process using dictation as I read it LMAOAO so again if you catch any typos or weird punctuation lmk LOL (when I tell you I almost died dictating this I LAUGHED and reacted like omfg and it caught me saying that and wrote it down but ANGWAYS I’m not sure anything is beating this chapter) I know I said summary earlier but I don’t think I’m capable of doing that LMAOA so this is basically just the entire chapter I just reformatted it in a kinda summary like format because I don’t wanna keep pausing to type so many quotation marks HAHAHA anyways enjoy! I’ll come back to discuss after you read it so I don’t spoil anything yet hehe
Signing off early so it doesn’t weirdly attach to the end of the LN section LOL
-Karasu anon
2-Honor Student:
In elementary school, Kenyu was an honor student. Although he was a little cowardly, he was first and foremost, a kind, hard-working kid. he always did his homework and happily greeted everyone. Got along well with his peers and never fought. He was someone that both his classmates and teachers could rely on. When it was time to choose class president, Tomoda nominated him, and everyone joined in agreeing to nominating Kenyu. But after half a year, something shocking had occurred.
Little by little Kenyu had become better friends with his seatmate Tomoda, frequently going to his house after school. Tomoda had a kind sister three years their senior. She would often give them candy and play games with them. One day, Kenyu had gone over to play with Tomoda, to be told by his older sister that he hadn’t gotten home yet and was possibly taking a detour. She told Kenyu to go ahead and wait upstairs for him, but he wondered if maybe he was meeting with other friends in the park. He wondered if he too should go to the park, but it’d be troublesome if he had assumed incorrectly. While he was lost in his thoughts, Tomoda’s sister suddenly came up to him and brushed away his bangs. His hair had always been soft, and his mom had always helped him style it, so the Tomoda’s sister had always complemented him, saying his hair made him look so handsome like a model. It wasn’t unusual for her to touch his hair, but that wasn’t all that happened that day. In addition, she kissed his forehead. His eyes widened as his brain was left short-circuiting. “Huh?”
“My beloved Kenyu, let’s play together” she had said with sparkling eyes. Kenyu could feel his heart racing. “…I’ve gotta go to the park..!” His face turned bright red and he ran out. He didn’t end up, going to the park, but instead of ran back home to his room, waiting for his racing heart to still.
“My beloved Kenyu” He had repeated her words in his mind. he didn’t really understand it all, but he was happy that she said she liked him. He was a bit embarrassed, though that she had kissed him. He thought himself, “I’m never telling anyone about this.”
The handsome class president and honor student. By the time he became a second year, he had grown taller, adding to his versatility in giving him athletic potential. as he continued growing, he came to be one of the tallest in his grade. He was fast at running, and he was always the last one left in dodgeball. Then, of course, came Sports Day. After comparing all the times in their PE Class, Kenyu’s high ranking had gotten him chosen for the relay race. Everyone was in agreement. He was tall, fast and the perfect fit for the job. He was to be the anchor for the relay race. Was it really all right for him to play such an important role? he felt a bit uneasy, but he would give his best once again for the people relying on him. Until the day of the sports festival, Kenyu would run every day. He’d wake up early to run and practice dashes on the field after school. Every Sunday, he’d have his father time him. Finally, it was time for the class relay. Under the clear sky, the fastest runners would compete while the cheer squads cheered them on. Kenyu’s class, 2-1, however, would compete in vain. After each grouping, members of his team would slip down the ranks. By the time Kenyu got the baton he was in last place. There is a huge gap between him and the top, all the people running in front of him are the fastest in their class after all. But Kenyu had to try his best. Everyone had chosen him as anchor after all. He steadily started accelerating, passing by another player in just a quick moment. With his large physique moving vigorously and his feet firmly stomping against the ground, he gradually closed the gap between the other runners. His classmates all cheered for him, and as they continued supporting him, he continued gaining speed. Even the announcer from the broadcasting club got caught up in the excitement. With the loud cheers under the blue sky, Kenyu passed the final goal, bursting past the four other racers and finishing first. It’s the first time he’d ever run so fiercely. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. Kenyu had finished first for the sixth graders. His classmates had showered him with praise, wearing a big smiles on their faces as they crowded around him. Kenyu thanked them for their support, feeling that their cheers had powered him on. Kenyu was honest and sincere. He didn’t know he could run that fast. It’s because everyone had believed in him that he was able to discover a new part of him. To Kenyu, it was an incredibly joyous moment. A few days after that, when he got home, a shiny soccer ball was waiting for him in the doorway. Kenyu was surprised and had wondered what it was for. His parents had thought it would be good for him to give soccer a try, seeing how he was so fast. It would make him more popular too. After seeing that their child had such amazing speed they suggested that he try out a sport and bought him a soccer ball. Of course his mother also wanted to see him popular. Immediately, Kenyu went outside and tried kicking the ball. As he ran with the ball, he found that he couldn’t stop. He’d kick it forward and chase after it continuing on. “This is fun!”, he thought to himself. In all honesty, being able to dribble without losing speed is a technique that’s difficult for beginners, but Kenyu, blessed with incredible athletic ability, was able to do it from the start. That’s how Kenyu “met” soccer, his parents had blessed him with the opportunity. As if it was fate, Kenyu found himself absorbed in soccer.
i wonder what sexy soccer even is 😭 like what does it entail yk…HAHA chronically only gang rise 🤩 tumblr truly is the site for people of our kind i love it
the craziest to me is when they freak out about non-teenagers watching shows and writing fics meanwhile they are openly thirsting for old ass characters?? why are you at fourteen writing paragraphs abt every position you want to fuck toji and nanami in 😭😭😭 look i’m not going to judge too harshly because wtvr i get it but also like some of them need to realize that those in glass houses should not be throwing stones
the karasu tabito tag is basically mine atp DJSKDK i think every karasu fan has probably seen at LEAST one or two of my posts (whether it’s a fic or just one of my karasu shitposts)
EXACTLYYYY YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME BEING AN ANRI there’s only room for one high maintenance person per relationship and that role is fulfilled by me 👆🏻 that’s why my other favs are karasu barou and reo…you know those kings are NOT letting their partners suffer 😫 however in fiction nagi is my squishy cuddly fluffy dog bf so he is still number one in my heart 😩
if it’s isagi i’ll be mad because he doesn’t even feel like he has any interest in being captain 😓 i think aiku could work but agreed we def have to see more of him plus i don’t think he’d be made captain as he’s not an og blue locker yk?? OMG but if the trend continues we should be able to manifest karasu as captain…holding a prayer circle now 🕯️🕯️🕯️ (lowkey it would be funny if ego made like kurona or niko captain just because they’re the only ones that aren’t batshit insane and typically keep their speeches and vocab relatively normal 😭)
the way eita didn’t think she’d check if they were actually on sale too is so funny like she’s been dying to go there did you think she wouldn’t go and ask if the sale was still going on?! SO not slick omg i love him though…but $50 FJKSKS idek where he got that type of money from
i do enjoy writing a good old dumb/oblivious reader every now and again but i do think they have to be done right to feel believable!! personally all of my y/ns and mcs are based off of aspects of my own personality — some closer to my actual self than others ofc — which i think makes it easier to flesh them out because it’s just like “okay what would i do in that situation” LMAOO most of my side character ocs are based off of people i know too which again makes it easier to make them feel complex because it’s like “right so how would ___ react to that happening to them”…sometimes they end up not even being that similar (tullia in pomegranate ink is NOTHING like my irl best friend that she’s “based off of”) but just thinking of them as real people helps me treat them as such in the narrative!!
haha yes everyone does start somewhere so i never try to hate to their faces but i think it’s okay to acknowledge a general trend/pattern!! like there’s a difference between saying “your specific fic sucks i hate how you wrote your main character” versus being like “i think a lot of fics in x fandom have this problem with characterization”!! to me it’s not hate because people can decide whether that applies to them or not yk?? and yeah the wattpad uwu mcs are truly smth…or the ones that are meant to be “badass” but are really just loud/rude/make overly sexual jokes and swear a lot 😭 a lot of the times at first it’s easy to make characters as stereotypes/caricatures of themselves or have them composed of cliches but i do think most people grow out of it i quickly!! just a phase we must all go through i suppose…i will be the first to say i was cringe when i started writing that’s why half of my old works are private now 😩
HAHA OUTPERFORMING INDEED it’s so funny whenever i visit india my relatives tell me it looks like my voice is being dubbed over because i speak such good hindi but i’m very pale by indian standards so i look like a foreigner 😭 which omg ik that’s such a stereotypical thing to be saying like “no i don’t look like my race” when you very obviously do but just this last january i visited india for the first time in six years and people IN INDIA (including literally people i’m related to) thought i was either irani, afghani, or from spain 😓 they’d get jumpscared when i’d speak to them in hindi KSDJKSAN their lives would flash before their eyes as they tried to remember if they had talked shit abt me 😩 i speak it a bit at home and with all of my extended family that’s kind of the only language they know so when i call them i speak it!! i also just have a really really good memory (hence the lack of studying) so i don’t forget things which helps me pick up languages rlly quickly
SNUFFY’S BACKSTORY KILLS ME it’s so sad yet also realistic??? like it really feels like smth that could’ve happened irl yk (idk if it’s based off of smth or not) but on the other hand yuki’s is so normal i love it 😍 the fact that he got into soccer in such an average and chill way too LMAOAOAO my unproblematic goat!! although the sister thing is so funny…i’m assuming this is a different friend’s older sister than the one he fell in love with at age 10 because according to egoist bible she was 16 😭 and this girl is only three years older than him so they must be diff?? lowkey crazy as hell omg even in elementary school yuki was pulling 😰 i always interpreted those two facts (his first love was his friend’s 16 year old sister and his first confession was when his friend’s sister kissed him on the forehead) as being abt the same person and it being like the 16 year old sister was just kissing him because he was a cute little kid and he misinterpreted it/got embarrassed because he had a crush on her if that makes sense?? but ig they’re different people entirely!!
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Some fnaf human design doodles i did over a course of probably a few months because i don’t finish my drawings.
Sorry if you follow because of my ULTRAKILL fanart, I’m a FNAF fan at heart ans have been since 2014 (TヮT)
I HAVE A FEW NOTES ABOUT THESE DESIGNS!!! (Under cut)
Mangle:
I wanted to keep the pirate motif he would have has before being torn apart by toddlers.
Wanted her design to be messy which is why there’s stitches and patches in the clothes. I also wanted to lean into something a bit androgynous, don’t know if I achieved it?
She uses prosthetic limbs in my design. (I’m surprised I don’t see human Mangle designs with them) Specifically a prosthetic leg and a hook prosthetic, I thought the hook would tie into the original pirate theme while also mimicinh an aspect of the Mangle design (same with the eyepatch).
The sock puppet mimics the extra head he has. It’s also a little broken.
Fuckass haircut (that speaks for itself lol).
Classic Chica:
Originally I based her design off of old waitress uniforms but I changed that so it wouldn’t overtake the fact she’s a (backup) singer for the band.
The apron is supposed to have little pizza-shaped patches sewn onto it - this didn’t work too well because I didn’t want to well because I didn’t want to make the sketch too messy, so instead it’s just two triangles lol. (There were supposed to be more party themed objects but again, didn’t want too much mess)
The puffy skirt is supposed to mimic the shape of a chick. (I saw another design do it and thought it was cute, so I took it.)
The stripped (would be orange) socks are also supposed to represent her chicken legs from her animatronic design.( I also saw another artist do this and thought it was cute so I did it as well).
Toy Chica:
This piece is actually from a few months ago.
She has a mask, it’s my way of keeping the fact she can remove her beak but in a way that’s possible for people to do. My reason for her wearing the mask is that she has braces under there and doesn’t want people to think she looks dorky.
The outfit itself is based off of jazzercise attire. I thought it would fit her and when I looked into jazzercise I read that it was popular in the 80s!
The roller skates aren’t there for a specific reason, I just thought they’d fit her when I drew this.
Puppet:
Their outfit is pretty much just copied off a clown outfit I saw off of Pinterest. I just added stripes and more buttons to mine.
I was going to give them a black bob but decided against that to copy the ref image more. I thought it would also work a bit better to have their hair under something rather than it sticking out.
The face is a mask, I forgot to add the red cheeks on the face (╥_╥)
Toy Bonnie:
Not much to say I don’t think (lol).
I wanted to base his design off the outfit I made based off him in Royale High. In that I went for something glamorous since TB’s whole thing (at least in AR) is being a star.
I hope I made him twinky enough lol. I don’t draw guys too often so I’m not too confident in my ability to so so
#fnaf#fnaf 1#fnaf 2#fnaf 1 fanart#fnaf 2 fanart#fnaf 1 chica#fnaf fanart#fanart#my art#fnaf humanized#artists on tumblr#fnaf 2 mangle#fnaf 2 art#fnaf 2 toy bonnie#fnaf 2 toy chica#toy bonnie#toy chica#mangle fnaf#chica the chicken#fnaf chica#circus bonnie#fnaf 2 puppet#fnaf puppet#puppet fnaf#katsidraw
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Ok ok gotta quickly talk about my fav bits from these 2 episodes
SPOILERS
LOOK, I DIDN'T WANT TO BE A HALFBLOOOOOD
Percy and Grover giving each other the ham/cheese from their sandwiches
The mrs Dodds gaslighting. Idk why i needed this to be included (more on this later)
Gabe. Why was Gabe so fucking funny in this 😭😭 like man is just a loser.
"Do you know why we come to this cabin every year" "because its next to the septic tanks' so its cheap" stop he's so unserious 😭
"Please" and the entirety of Sally talking to Gabe
I'm sure it will all get so much worse, but just the quips that were written and the pacing through the conversation of all 3 of them was really well written
Percy thinking that Sally was an atheist until she saw Jesus in her living room. (To paraphrase it)
"The important thing is not to panic" while being on the verge of a breakdown
"YOU DIDNT TELL HIM ABOUT X"
Sally making Grover swear to protect perce😭😭
YOU DROOL IN YOUR SLEEP
Basically, any time there was book accurate dialogue. It healed parts of me that I didn't even know were broken.
Mr D. I'm obsessed. The whole interaction between him and Percy. And then Mr D and Chiron 💖💖💖 (the poker later on. I love it)
The cabins and entire vibe of the camp. It feels so real i wanna go there so bad.
I could basically just list every single scene of this episode.
Luke 💖 that's it.
Mr D and Chiron forbidding Grover to tell Percy about his mom. So we got the Gaslight, now we jave Gatekeep. Where's the girlboss? Literally every other second.
Annabeth!! Annabeth's hat!! The hattttttt
"I'm fine thanks, but i appreciate you, you know, standing there silently" he's so fucking funny and it makes me want to scream. It's no original experience to have loved these books since the age of 12, but it doesnt make it any less personal. I love percy ok. And anyway not annabeth then still just standing there like 😐🤨
"When it's time, he'll be ready. I know it".... bro 😭😭
Clarisse's feral behaviour. I love her (i'll be dropping the L-bomb more and more as the show will go on. Let me be)
The bathroom scene. Obviously (i didnt even mention the episode titles yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
🔥? "I wouldn't"
Aaand cut to percy nearly setting the heph cabin on fire
"Is there a god of disppointment" "oizyz, but sje's a goddess, and her thing isnt really disappointment. It's more like failure" pls who is this kid. Fav character lol (idk maybe i should know who he is and im just stupid)
And then the look Luke gives him i'm crying
Oh my god how did not mention the blue food yet 😭😭😭😭🩵🩵🩵🩵
Percy PRAYING to Sally. And then "i'm Sally Jackson's son" aaaaaaaaaaaaah
Also, idk why but i loved Clarisse's reaction to when her spear broke. It felt so raw and it showed a glimpse of the side of her that she's clearly hiding from the world (not me already getting hyped for sea of monsters lmao)
Theres probably so much more i could add, or perhaps i should have just dropped a link to the episodes as it was all just so perfect.
Ohh oh oh i almost forgot the camp beads!!! Eeeek. So cute.
(Would have loved to have seen the grannies knitting socks of death, and the strawberry fields 🫢 but minor details)
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i wrote this not too long ago and kinda forgot ab it after sending it to a friend LOL. daddy issues are on high
tw: smut, p in v, some harshness, price being the father😉 figure we all need (lmk if i forgot anything)
price x reader (dunno a title)
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the day only started 4 hours ago, and i’m already ready to light the whole base on fire.
i woke up with a pounding headache, couldn’t find any matching socks, and everyone had already used all of the hot water. morning training went by slow as shit, and ghost barking orders wasn’t helping the still-existing headache.
although the lunches are never appealing, i was looking forward to it all day. we were finally able to set up an actual kitchen on base, and soap promised he’d make his “very genuine scottish soup”. (whatever that means). my mediocre (sorry soap) lunch was cut very short when price walked in.
john price; captain of taskforce 141, the most experienced of us all, as well as the oldest. at 37 years old, he is a little over a decade older than me, but still kicks ass better than some of these teenage recruits we gained this year.
he’s also my boyfriend.
nobody knows, but i’m sure they all have their suspicions. his nicknames, our not-so-sly longing stares; not to mention how often he calls me into his office for “help with emails”. today was no different.
“sergeant y/l/n, i hate to cut your lunch short. but laswell just found some information about makarov and we need your help decrypting some of the wording.”
he spoke, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed along his broad chest.
i sigh, not knowing if he truly needs help at the mention of laswell, or if i’m going to have to tell him about my day. i give soap a small ‘thank you’ and put my dishes in the sink on my way out. once out of eye line, price lays a gentle hand on the small of my back,
“your headache okay?”
i shoot him a confused stare, “how’d you know about my headache?”
“simon told me you had taken about 4 tylenols before stretching. i know you all too well little girl.”
i blush at the nickname. whenever we first got together, i wasn’t really sure of johns intentions. however, i slowly learned to realize that he’s not some creepo who wants a younger girl; he truly just wants me.
i smile at the thought as we step into his office, and smile a hair more after realizing his laswell story was total shit. i move a couple of files off his desk and sit on top, swinging my legs as i turn my attention back to him, confusion taking over as i take in his stance; stoic, serious, stern.
“simon also told me that you had been a little snappy with some recruits this morning”, he says, taking a step towards me, “the hell makes you think you can start barking orders around, sergeant?”
my jaw drops at the rank calling, “i wasn’t barking orders! they were just going too slow. they needed to move the hell along.”
he cocks a brow, “oh? so are we just feeling bratty today?” he smirks as he finally settled his body between my thighs, hands on either side of my body, caging me in.
i gulp, “no. i wasn’t bratty. i was just..” i pause, “helping them.”
“helping them? huh.” he tsks, shaking his head, “i’m still calling it bratty. but i think i know what’ll fix all that.”
“and what’s that, captain?” i ponder, throwing his rank around like he did mine.
“get on your knees and you’ll find out.”
my body gets hot, my cheeks flush, but i keep my head up high, “no.”
“no?”
“no.” i shrug, sighing and rolling my head to the side, “don’t feel like it.”
john cocks another brow before i feel a harsh tug to my hair, gasping as my head is yanked back and his face appears above mine.
“you’re gonna fucking feel like it, brat. get. on. your. knees.”
i suck in a breath as he yanks my head back forward and pulls my body down to the floor in front of him. he unbuckles just belt and doesn’t bother taking any clothes off; just pulls his cock through his boxers and zipper hole. i don’t move, just stare. i know it’ll rile him up more.
he lets out a low groan before grabbing his hard on and slaps it against my cheek. he continues to do so around my face, getting angrier and angrier with each one.
“princess you better open your mouth right now or so help me god, i will fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”
i smirk, “i like a challenge.”
before he can say anything else, i cave in and open my mouth, instantly gagging as he slams in. he keeps a rough pace as he sets a fast pace, gripping onto my hair to keep me steady, spit going all over his pelvic area and my cheeks. he’s groaning above me, keeping eye contact while mine roll to the back of my head.
“yeah? a challenge huh? god you can’t shut up sometimes. maybe i should get a ball gag just so you can’t fucking talk.”
i moan around his cock at his words, feeling him shudder. he gives a few more harsh thrusts before he slams back into my throat, holding steady and groaning quietly as i feel his cum shooting down. he slowly pulls out, and i make sure he sees me swallow.
“good girl. see what you get when you listen?” i nod, trying to catch my breath.
“good. lean on the desk, ass facing me.”
i stand back up, choosing to ignore the pain in my knees and follow his orders. i settle my hips against the edge of his desk, hold onto the other side, and spread my legs. i’m still in my PT gear, which means easy access to him. i gasp as he pulls my shorts and underwear down in one pull, the cold air of his office rushing quickly to my soaked cunt.
he chucked at my reaction, slowly working a finger along my folds and to my clit, giving it small slow rubs.
“are you going to listen? quit barking around orders and being a brat?”
i stay silent.
“i said,” he leans in close, instantly sliding 2 fingers into my hole. i moan out, “are you going to quit being a brat?”
“yes, fuck john yes, please.” i whimper as he speeds up his fingers. he keeps up with this for a short few seconds before taking them out. i start to whine before feeling the tip
of his cock right against my hole.
“that’s what i like to hear sweetheart.” he gives me to time to respond before slamming in, much like he did my throat only a few moments ago. i bite my lip as he sets a rough and fast pace, his hands on my hips to keep me grounded. i move to cross my arms, laying my head down and moaning out.
after a moment, his fingers land back on my clit, rubbing fast circles in time with his thrusts. i bite my arm to keep my noises down, feeling the tight coil in my stomach beginning to unravel. i feel a hand weave through the hair at the nape of my neck, whimpering as my head is yanked up once again.
“j-john, please, fuck. please im gonna come. please please please.” i beg, trying to keep my voice down as to not alert anybody in the hallway. not that it matters anyways, john is slamming in so hard i swear i hear his desk moving against the floor.
“you promise me you’re gonna quit? gonna let us higher ranks handle the recruits, huh? gonna be a good girl for me princess?”
“yes! john yes! please!”
he lets go of my head and it falls back to my arms, “come.”
that’s all i needed before i was biting my arm again, finally letting the coil in my stomach burst. i can feel myself squeezing his cock, but i don’t care. he keeps his pace as i’m coming down, soon feeling his second load shoot into me.
we both take a moment to catch our breathes before he pulls out, helping me settle into his chair. i don’t speak as i watch him grab a water bottle from his cabinet, handing it over; i gulp down half the bottle.
“i’m sorry if i was too rough on you.” he mumbles, taking the bottle back and putting the cap back on before setting it on his desk. i smile as he hands me my clothes, zipping and buckling up his down.
“you weren’t, i promise. i’m sorry about everything this morning, just been a bad day.“
he lifts me from his chair, settling me back into his lap and grabbing a piece of hair to twirl around, “it’s okay love. just tell someone next time, okay?”
i nod my head and smile.
—dinner—
i give john a small smile as i sit next to him in the kitchen, thanking him for making me a grilled cheese instead of soaps ‘other genuine scottish recipe.‘
we all laugh and joke for a while before i catch ghost handing gaz a $20 bill across the table.
“wait, i was right? I WAS RIGHT?” he exclaimed, slowly turning to john and i. we shoot each other a confused glance, before realizing what had just happened.
“YOU ALL MADE A BET?”
lord. these boys are going to be the death of me.
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