#not the hottest day this summer at all but still hotter than even I enjoy unless I'm sitting in a shaded swimming pool all day

[taradactyls]

Ah, Brisbane, my beloved. Heatwaves and storm warnings at once for half the summer <3

ps. the most unrealistic thing about Bluey isn't the talking dogs or owning such a huge house, it's that there's only one episode where the focus is the storm and it wasn't even a big one with hail or damaging wind. This area gets more severe thunderstorms than anywhere else in Australia.

[alnilaem]

Ok hear me out……

It’s the middle of summer, on what looks like to be the hottest day of the year, and the power has just gone out in Trouble and butcher!Simon’s building. Trouble gets a text from Simon inviting her over to help him finish the popsicles in his fridge before they melt. She shows up wearing just a tank top and a ratty old pair of gym shorts, and he answers the door shirtless and in only his boxers. She can’t help but notice just how thick his arms are, built from years of hard work, and the fleeting thought of having those arms wrapped around her make her face just a bit hotter. She catches him glancing at her legs when he thinks she’s not looking.

The two of them are sitting on opposite ends of his couch, though considering just how big Simon is and how small his couch is, the distance between them doesn’t account for much. Trouble can still feel the heat radiating off his body and smell the musky remnants of whatever deodorant or cologne he used that morning.

They sit in a comfortable silence, enjoying what little relief the cold popsicles grant them from the overwhelming heat. Simon has a window cracked, but there’s barely a breeze. If anything, the open window is just making it hotter by allowing whatever cool air was in Simons apartment to escape. Trouble begins to tell Simon about the job she’s recently interviewed for, and he’s just grunting out vague hums to show that he’s listening despite the heat making his brain work slower and taking away his desire to move even the smallest muscle, lest it create more body heat.

As she is telling her story, Simon looks over and sees a bead of sweat slowly rolling down Trouble’s neck and into the crevice of her collarbone. On impulse, he reaches over and swipes a finger, wiping away the drop of sweat, and Trouble looks up just in time to see him placing that same finger on his tongue. Tasting her sweat and looking like he’s savouring a delicacy. She stops mid sentence, shocked and unable to react.

Maybe it’s because the heat has melted her brain, but Trouble doesn’t seem to find herself disgusted. Instead, she becomes more aware of how her clothes seem to stick to her skin, how the sweetness of the popsicle she was just enjoying has now become saccharine on her tongue, and how it seems like the heat between her legs is even warmer than the sun burning in the sky.

The tension between them is palpable. Trouble darts out her tongue to clean her lips from the melted popsicle, and slowly swallows, aware of Simons eyes following her every movement. She sees his eyes linger on her lips, as he slowly sucks on the finger that wiped away her sweat. His eyes flicker shut and his mouth slowly opens in a silent moan. In that moment Trouble can’t decide which is more unbearable, the suffocating, stagnant air in the room, or just how badly she wants to fuck her next door neighbour.

And then they fuck 🫣

anon my volume is at 100% i am hearing you ALL THE WAY OUT. i dont even know what to add to this….. this is so GOOD. simon swiping a wash of her sweat and tasting it????? this is making me miss butcher simon cause i havent written him in a while but oh my goodness. i need to make them smash asap dont i 😔

[xtreklx]

Summer Heat ~ Michelangelo x reader

One shot: bayverse Michelangelo x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: thank you all for the love on my latest works! it's so motivating and it has been helping me access my creativity in so many new ways! anyways, with the summer months here, this is just a fun little summer-themed one-shot that I thought up for our favorite jokester. enjoy!

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It was mid-July, the boiling point of summer, and in New York City, this meant humidity. Everywhere. While you were able to hang out in the sewers with your mutant turtle friends for a slight escape from the temperature, it was still hotter than you would have liked, and you were trying desperately to keep cool.

Hence why you and the turtles were sprawled throughout the lair, barely able to move because of the suffocating heat. Normally, you were all able to push through the summer days and go about your usual routines, but today was supposed to be the hottest day of the year (Donnie didn't trust the weather channel, however, and ran his own predictions to confirm that this was going to be the case). Thus, routine was abandoned and any attempts at relaxation were welcomed.

You could hear Donnie fumbling around in the lab from your horizontal spot on the living room couch. The three other brothers were in the living room with you: Raph in the arm chair ("there ain't no way I'm workin' out in heat like this"), Leo meditating in the corner ("I think this might be the only way to make the situation more bearable"), and Mikey sprawled out in the middle of the floor, periodically exclaiming "I don't know how much longer I can take the torture! The agony!" Although his brothers rolled their eyes at his overly-dramatic outbursts, none of them had the energy to protest, and it made you giggle every time.

Mikey loved the sound of your laugh. Like music to his ears, angels chorusing from the heavens. He had decided that it had to be his favorite sound in the universe. He looked up at you now from his spot on the floor, admiring how you looked as you lounged on the couch, practically nodding off into a summer nap. How could he help having feelings for you when you were out here looking like that?!

You had no idea that there was a double meaning behind Mikey's outbursts. While he was primarily referring to the torture of the paralyzing heat, he was also referring to the torture that you were causing him today. The hot weather had you wearing the tiniest little outfit: daisy duke jean shorts and a tight white tank top. He could see so much of your skin, a thin layer of sweat glistening in the overhead lights and making you look like you were glowing. He called you an angel all the time to your face, but he was serious; you looked like a straight-up angel. And with the way you were laying on the couch on your back, he was able to let his eyes roam all the way up your long legs, up to your waist, up to your chest...

Mikey had to shake himself out of his current thoughts before they went off the deep end. He was a gentleman-ly, respectable dude, he thought to himself. And even though he had feelings for you, the two of you were just friends. He couldn't let his mind go too far; it wasn't right. It made Mikey think about all the lectures that Master Splinter had given in the past about temptation and desire, and how giving in to them too frequently could result in an "unquenchable greed". But he was determined to not give in. Splinter would be proud of him for the restraint he was exhibiting!

As this was all running through his mind, Mikey unconsciously sent another glance your way. You had flipped over to lay on your stomach, your perfect ass in those tiny jean shorts taking over his line of sight. He quickly re-averted his gaze, trying to focus on anything but you.

God, this was going to be harder than he thought.

Suddenly, Donnie rushed out of his lab and into the living room with something in his arms. "Guys! I think I've crafted something that could help us get through the summer heat!" He exclaimed. Everyone turned their heads at the sound of that, even Leo breaking out of his meditative state.

Donatello set whatever was in his arms onto the side table next to the couch and plugged it into an extension cord by the wall. "I was messing with the settings of one of our old mini-fridges, and with the addition of a few new pieces of machinery, I was able to turn it into a flash freezer! We can put any liquid into these popsicle trays here," he gestured to the inside of the mini-fridge, "and it will freeze instantly! Pretty cool, right?"

Everyone present stared at the contraption, an awkward moment of silence falling over the group.

"I'm going to go meditate in my room," Leo deadpanned, standing from his spot in the corner, while Raph groaned. "Really, Donnie? You wanna solve the heat wave with... popsicles? Why don't ya put a giant band-aid on the melting ice caps while yer at it?"

But you and Mikey had eagerly sat up to attention as the two grumps left the living room. "Don't listen to them, Donnie! I think this is the perfect idea," You beamed up at him. Mikey had to avoid looking at your dazzling smile too closely in order to form coherent sentences. "Yeah, dude! Don't listen to those buzzkills, this is so sick!" He looked closer at the machine. "So, it'll really freeze anything instantly? Like... anything?"

Don eyed Mikey warily for a moment. "... I don't think I want to know what you're thinking when you say anything like that but, in theory, yes. Let me demonstrate." He pulled a can of orange crush from a box on the floor and poured it into two popsicle holders, adding two straws as the sticks, before putting them into the mini-fridge and closing the door. He pressed a button on the outside, and then the machine beeped. When he opened the little door, a gust of cold air flew out, and from the holders he pulled out two orange soda popsicles.

You and Mikey awed and wowed in excitement, taking the popsicles from Donnie and thanking him. He smiled, and picked up the mini-fridge. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a large batch of grape soda popsicles. And I'm definitely not going to use them as ammo in my grenade launcher towards Raphael and Leonardo. That would be ridiculous." He stood there for a moment with a calculated look on his face before turning and heading back to his lab.

You and Mikey exchanged a pointed look before simultaneously cracking up at the thought of what Donnie was definitely going to be up to later that day. When your laughter had died down, you took your first lick of the orange soda popsicle and hummed with happiness. "Mmm, this is awesome! Orange crush is my favorite!" You exclaimed, putting it back in your mouth.

Mikey gulped as he watched you suck on the popsicle, your eyes drooping and another hum of approval sounding from your mouth. Come on bro, you can do this. Everything is fine, everything is fine, he thought to himself. He took a moment to try the popsicle, too, and couldn't help but agree with you. "Yeah, Leo and Raph are definitely missing out. Don't worry, angelcakes, luckily I'm not as much of a Debbie freaking downer as they are."

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment, the popsicle still in your mouth. You pulled it out with a pop, but with the hot weather, some of the orange soda had already begun to melt.

Mikey watched the moment pass as if it happened in slow motion: the orange liquid trailed off your bottom lip and down your chin before dripping onto your chest, running down the exposed, supple skin and meeting the white fabric of your tank top.

Oh, boy. Everything is not fine.

The poor turtle froze as his mind launched down the gutter. He couldn't help his staring at you, drinking in the vision that you had so accidentally just granted him. He couldn't help the want that spread like fire within his chest. He was definitely experiencing greed, and it was definitely the unquenchable kind.

While Mikey was lost in his thoughts, you looked down at your spill. "Ugh, I just washed this top!" You exclaimed, rubbing your chin and examining the bright orange stain for a moment before shrugging. "Oh, well. I guess the popsicles really will help us cool off!"

You turned to your friend, who had gone slightly pale and was standing up from his spot on the floor, his popsicle sticking halfway out of his mouth. "Mikey, are you okay? You don't look so good. Is the heat getting to you?" You asked him from the couch, sitting up straighter with concern.

"Ummmmm, yea-- I mean.. no! Actually, I just remembered, uhhhh... there's.. something I'm supposed to talk to Master Splinter about. I'll be right back!"

[wiinterz]

: •̩̩͙ ໋ TAKE A DIP IN MY LAKE ˖ Sevika.

firefighter!sevika x goth fem!reader

genre(s) - one-shot, lesbian erotica, moms!best friend, older x younger

description - you’ve known sevika since forever, of course having feelings for her but you swear it’s gone. that is until you come back from college for the summer and realize this woman has gotten hotter and your feelings are just as worse than last time.

warnings - making out, profanity, groping, nipple/breast play, spitting, dom!sevika, face sitting, pussy eating, praise kink, sevika is forty-one while reader is twenty-one, sevika wearing a dog tag, smoking weed, fingering, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, baby), overstimulation, dacryphilia, dirty talk(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.

word count - 5.1k

tay's letter 💌 - i realize i could’ve made this into a drabble. i was also planning on dropping a subby!sevika smut i had in the drafts for the longest but…um well that shit ain’t done. p.s. i might make this into a series, lemme know.

rules | arcane masterlist.

Stockings stick to your legs, your body heat grows hotter the longer you sit outside. Even your panasonic headphones started to create sweat around your ears, causing you to wipe it off at times. The sun blazed onto the concrete, drying the rain that once was there from last night, it seemed as if you were stuck in the hottest desert as punishment when in actuality, the real punishment was watching your friend’s younger brother play in the parking lot and making sure he doesn’t run into incoming cars.

Matthew and his three other friends had busied themselves with writing on the concrete, the chalk now in a bucket, hands dusty and mixed with sweat as they ran around on your mother’s lawn playing basketball. Shouting at each other to pass the ball, as some other kids in the neighborhood rode on bicycles.

You, keeping yourself grounded by listening to music on your old ipod you found the other day while cleaning your room. Shocked that it even still works, you figured it would’ve stopped by how many years it’s been.

Yet, the old thing is still kicking, unlike your easy bake oven you also found deep in your closet. Leaning your hands backward, your right leg crossed over your left as your head tilts back, enjoying what was peaceful. You needed this, especially now that you busied yourself with taking care of your friend’s brother while she worked. Your eyes closed, thoughts allowing the music to take you on a journey.

In your mind, you thought back to her and last night’s dinner. The way the metal ring on her right middle finger fiddled as she spoke to your mom about work. Lips glossed with grease from the baked chicken, tongue licking it off with a beat as she continued to speak. Fuck, you needed her.

And you hated that, hated how even though you promised yourself what you’re feeling is months of not being touched by someone when in reality you knew it’s because you’re desperately needy for her. You thought back to her voice, humming to yourself as you heard it.

Blinking a few times, your brows furrow as you look back to Matthew who is now standing in front of you. You pull your right earphone off, “what?” Confused etched on your face, “My sister’s here.” He mutters, and you look toward a black car, windows down, seeing your friend. You sigh and stand, following him to the car and helping him get in the passenger seat. “Look at you, hot stuff, how was this one?” She asks, her eyes locked on yours and you shrug. “He and his friends were good like always,” which places a smile on her face.

“They better been,” she stretches her arms, “anyway, I’ll catch up with you later, love you.” She finishes and you nod, waving at all four of them once she drives off. You sigh, turning around and walking back into the house, turning the ac on, you sit in the recliner chair, turning the volume up to your ipod and thinking back to Sevika.

It was dumb how much you missed a woman you saw not even twenty-four hours ago. It was dumb how you missed discreetly staring at her and hoping she would catch you, maybe she did but you weren’t one to be delusional.

But then again, delusion is what keeps the heart happy.

You continue to think back to Sevika’s voice, almost treating it like an audio, almost. You were tempted to say fuck it and pull your skirt and stockings down, touching your wet cunt. Biting on your bottom lip and sighing heavily, you shake your head. You weren’t in your own place, anyone could walk in the house, and this was during the time your mom would be getting home from work anyway.

You grip the chair’s handle, breathing through your nose as your mind starts to think about Sevika's sweet tongue rolling around your c-

Again, interrupted by something, your eyes widen and you groan dramatically. Pulling your earphones off and standing, tossing it on the chair, you walk up to the door.

Opening it, the words that were about to leave your lips cut off as you stare at your dream. Hair stuck on her forehead, her lips formed in a smirk and her black t-shirt had been a bit messy with oil. Her left short sleeve pushed up showing more of her muscles while her dog tag had been showing. She had on grey sweatpants, clearly coming off shift and tired.

“You’re gonna let me in or stare, pretty girl?” Her voice rasp yet smooth like butter, even though you knew it was a rhetorical question, it still felt as though it was just a statement.

And you obliged, opening the door for her and letting her pass through. “Mom’s not here yet.” You exhale, getting a whiff of her, patches of smoky sandalwood and chocolate pomegranate, her scent.

Looking around the house, Sevika’s eyes land on your figure. “Not every time I visit, I’m searching for her.” The steps she takes to you are slow but intentional. “Maybe, what I’m looking for is right in front of me.” Sevika purposefully whispers now that she stands in front of you.

Her body was so close you could almost feel it, and you wanted to. You blink a couple of times, your chest rising faster. “Talk to me, wanna know how your week has been.” She crosses her arms, flexing her biceps and you look. You could moan right there for her, you would do whatever she wanted you to do.

You gulp and look back at her eyes, those sweet grey with specs of blue in them. She tilts her head to the right, waiting.

You clear your throat and rest your hands in front of you. “Well, my week hasn’t been so extravagant. I’m just taking care of my friend's brother, that’s really about it.” You shrug and Sevika nods, humming, “Sounds hectic,” she grumbles and you shake your head. “Actually it’s pretty peaceful, he’s very relaxed and respectful plus I see him as my own little brother so it’s easy.” Sevika nods again, keeping her arms crossed.

Your eyes look down at it again, wishing she could tighten the grip just a bit. “So, what are you doing here?” You ask her, a sigh escaping her lips as you clasp your hands together.

“Work was a bit exhausting today, needed to see if I could get my mind off it.” She replies, turning around and you can see her back muscles even through her shirt. Walking to the living room, you follow behind. “Well-” Cutting you off, Sevika turns to you, a raised brow and her hands resting on her hips.

“This might come off a bit bold, but do you still smoke?” She questions, biting her bottom lip while she thinks. You nod, a bit shocked that she’s asking.

“I think all I have at the moment is a gram, if not it’s just roaches.” You explain to her and she nods, “That’s fine, I don’t care, just need something in my system.” You nod, watching her sit down on the couch. Figuring that’s your cue, you run upstairs into your room, going through your draw and finding your weed. Picking up your rollers lighter and bowl, you breathe out heavily as you reach your door.

“I’m really smoking with this woman, what the fuck is my life.” You whisper yell to yourself before heading back downstairs.

Reaching the first step, there you could see Sevika’s head resting back, eyes closed. Bracing yourself, you walk over, seeing her legs stretched out while her hands rest on them. You take the small bowl and place it down on the counter. Sevika leans back up, stretching her right hand out on the couch as she watches attentively.

Your ass is in her view, her eyes look up and down at you, taking in your beauty. Biting down her lip, you turn, blinking a couple of times and clearing your throat. “I’m done rolling yours.” You inform and she looks back at you, her smirk widening. “Thank you, pretty girl, such a good worker for me.” She rasps, making you shiver at her tone.

You nod, “just doing as much as I can.” You reply, mentally cringing at yourself and you look back at what you’re doing, rolling your blunt. “You’ve smoked blunts before?” You ask for clarification and she hums, “used to smoke these like crazy back in college, but that was way before I had gotten a serious job and had to look serious for the part.” She lets out, a groan escaping her lips, turning you all mush. You finish rolling yours, picking up your lighter, and sitting beside her, keeping space between you two. Flickering the lighter on, you place it against your blunt and then press it against Sevika’s.

It’s quiet in the house for the moment, you two taking your initial inhale, and enjoying it. Sevika coughs a little and you smile a little, a giggle escaping your lips which makes her smile at you. “What’s so funny?” She questions, eyeing you and you shrug. “Clearly it’s been a min since you picked up one.” You nod at the blunt and she looks down at it in her fingers.

“Yeah,” she then looks at you. “But I’m still a pro.” She whispers.

The tingles you felt from last night come right back, her eyes glinted something you couldn’t pick up. She pulls the blunt back to her lips, and you watch, doing just the same.

It’s quiet between you two, busy favoring the blunt. You and Sevika needed this, she needed it to cut the edge from work and you needed it to cut the edge of your mind. As minutes passed and the clock ticked from the grandfather clock, you turned to look at her.

Sevika watched you as you took another drag, the smoke curling through the air like a wispy serpent in the night.

Her gaze fixed on your lips, attaching itself to the blunt, how you round your lips into an ‘o’. She wondered how that look around her strap, how your eyes would look when she thrusts it down your throat. Would your eyes swell up or would you surprise her and take it like a pro?

Then, her eyes flicker to your thighs, her fingers tighten into a fists, the sight of your ripped stockings covering something so delicious. She bet your pretty lips were pressed up with your underwear and stockings. Then she thought about what type of underwear you had on. If it were a thong or not, either way, she wanted to pull them down by her teeth and watch your clit grow from teasing it for too long.

She fidgeted with her fingers, unable to tear her eyes away from you. There was a tension in the air now, a palpable energy that crackled between you like an electrical current.

Sevika’s heart was racing out of her chest now,  the sound almost drowning out the tick noises of the clock. She exhales, catching your attention. Shaking her head, your brows furrow.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, your eyes looking up and down at her, her sweatpants pulled down a little showing her boxers. “Nothing, pretty girl, just keep easing your mind.” She lets out, and you gulp. “You know I got a name, right?” You question, not like you wanted her to stop calling you pretty girl anyway.

Your sentence earns a smirk from her and she nods. “That right, pretty girl?” She pushes herself up a little to get closer to you and her scent mixed with the weed makes you feel delirious.

You nod, “Y-yeah.” You clear your throat and nod again and Sevika hums. “I know you gotta name, baby, and it’s one of the most prettiest things I’ve ever heard. But, I just can’t help myself.” She whispers, and your eyes dart down to her shirt. Her nipples get hard through it, which makes your breathing become a struggle.

And she knew.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She gets closer, whispering those words in your ears and placing her hand on your forehead, making you heat up.

“Nothing,” you stutter out and she chuckles, “nothing?” She hums, “Can’t be nothing when you’re becoming my little stuttering mess.” And that turns you on even more, you swear she’s doing this to test you.

You clear your throat and look at her, your sweet doe eyes looking right at the older woman. “Guess it’s not me that needs attention.” She whispers, her voice rasping but still so smooth. “Yeah, you need my attention?” She questions and you nod hesitantly.

Sevika smirks, “How can I help you, baby, what do you need me to focus on?” She mutters and you hold back a whimper.

The palm of her hand goes down to your neck, “right here?” Then brushes against your breasts, to your stomach, and starts to rub you. “Or right here? Which one, baby.” Sevika mumbles, her eyes staring directly at you.

Blinking, you doing a quick breathing exercise and take the bait. “Right here.” You whisper, pulling her hand back up to your breast, and you catch that glint in her eyes again. She nods and hums, smoking the rest of the blunt. “Fuck.” She whispers, and starts to hum, “Right there?” And you nod. “Hum, seems like something is covering it, baby.” She reminds you of your bra and you pout, “Yeah.” You stutter.

“Mind if I take it off you?” She asks innocently, yet you knew it was far from that. And you nod, Sevika smiles, taking the time to hitch your shirt up. Slowly, revealing your body, she clicks her tongue. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered to herself and you can’t help but feel weak in the knees all over again.

You knew this was wrong, hell she knew it too but who to say she had any shame?

She looks back at you and nods, and you nod back. Taking deep breaths as you feel her metallic fingers brush up against your stomach, making you flinch. She watches with widened eyes, admiring your every movement. Her fingers then find your bra strap, hooking it and pulling it down to let it fall. She looks at you once again, and you let out a sigh.

“Can you kiss me?” You ask desperately and she laughs, “Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” Sevika gets to move closer to you, her fleshed thumb rubbing your bottom lip and smudging your lipstick even more.

The air felt thick and heavy with tension. Sevika’s thumb lingered on your skin for a moment longer than necessary, as if she couldn't bear to remove her touch just yet. Her fingers traced the line of your jaw, the softest of touches, but laden with meaning.

Your heads move slowly, inching closer to one another. Her eyes never left yours, your breathing was ragged, and small gasps erupting. She was so close now, closer than you ever imagined.

Sevika’s eyes darted to your lips, watching as they parted slightly to release a bit of smoke. She ached to kiss you, to feel the softness of your skin against hers, to taste that damn lipstick. But she held back, her restraint hanging on by a thread.

With a shuddering exhale, she closed the distance between you, her lips finally touching yours in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.

Sevika’s hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss.  Tasting like smoke, an intoxicating flavor that made your head spin. Her body pressed against yours, solid and warm, as she angled her face to kiss you harder, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of your mouth, tasting the cigarette and your lipstick.

Your right hand moved to Sevika’s head, making her groan softly in the kiss and pushing her body forward against yours. Her hand slid down to your waist, fingers gripping into your skin as she pulled you even closer. The kiss was hungry, she was hungry, frenzied, like a woman who’d been left astray from food for over a year.

Her body was pressed flush against yours now, the heat between you almost unbearable. She knew she should stop, knew that this could lead to nothing but trouble, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her hand moved across your body, her touch exploring every curve and contour as if she were sculpting a goddess.

Sevika’s teeth nipped at your lower lip, her lips then moving to your neck, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin. She wanted to mark you, to claim you, to make sure you couldn't forget this moment, forget her. Her body was pressed even closer to yours now, the hard ridge of her arousal unmistakable against your hip. Sevika’s hand snaked down your body, pulling you on her lap, her lips still against your neck, breath ragged and uneven.

She was lost in a sea of desire, her mind consumed with thoughts of you, of what she wanted to do, what she needed to do to satisfy the hunger that gnawed at her.

You felt breathless in the kiss, almost unable to keep up but you do, you whimper as she pulls your closer, smacking your ass. You feel the smirk against your lips, you could tell she wanted to laugh, not at you but because it itched a bit of her thoughts.

You pull away, lips now swollen and messed up lipstick. Sevika looks at you, her gaze dark and intense, her lips also swollen and stained with the remnant of your lipstick. Her chest is heaving, breaths coming in ragged gasps. She looks wrecked, debauched, and utterly captivating.

Her hand reaches up, thumb wiping away the smeared lipstick from your chin, the action gentle but undeniably possessive.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” She whispers and you stare at her, you didn’t want her to stop, no, you needed her to continue. She placed these thoughts in your head and she would be the one to bring them to life.

She took your silence as an answer and pulled your bra down, immediately attaching her lips around your left nipple, attacking your breast. All you could do is moan loudly for her, her tongue swirling around your nipple, feeling it become hard in her mouth while she sucks. This is what she dreams of, to feel and taste you, to put you in a place of no return.

Your pussy pulsated with your panties so close to being pushed into it. You wanted to feel something, your nipples were extremely sensitive naturally and her sucking didn’t make it any better. You continued to moan, playing in her hair as she continued to stare up at you. Sevika pulls her mouth away, spitting against it and watching it drip down to your stomach.

Coming to the next one, she does the same steps, sucking until you’re a moaning mess, grinding against her lap for friction. “ ‘Vika…” you whine and she giggles, spitting once again on your nipple, her thumb rubbing and twisting it gently. “Fuck, that’s my good girl.” She whispers, earning a breathy moan from you.

Sevika pulls your chin down, forcing you to look at her, for one moment she continues to stare, clicking her tongue before kissing you again. Picking up your shirt from the couch, she places one firm grip around your waist and stands, letting you wrap your legs around her tight for support. With one hand, and lips still kissing yours, she walks you upstairs to your room.

Slamming the door close with her foot, you pause and lock the door. You giggle as she kisses your neck, letting out whimpers. “Fuck, Sevika.” You whimper and she hums, tossing the shirt down on your carpet. Sevika puts you down gently on the edge of the bed, letting you watch her.

She steps back for a moment, her eyes taking in the sight of you, lying on the bed. She pulls her shirt off, her movements slow and deliberate as if she's putting on a show just for you. "You're so damn gorgeous," she lets out, her gaze never leaving your face.

You shiver and look away, looking up at your bed frame, feeling like you couldn’t handle her.

Sevika notices your reaction and a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Don't look away," she mutters, her voice is soft yet commanding. "Look at me." She squats down untying her shoelaces, and kicking them off she stands straightly, continuing to look at you. Her fingers move to her sweatpants, pulling them down and exposing more and more of her toned physique, the scars from work on her chest and arms adding a more rugged appearance.

She gets closer and rests her hands on the side of your skirt, “May I?” She questions and you nod, “Yes.” You let out and she smirks, pulling your skirt and stockings down. She hums and licks her lips, seeing you in your pretty black undies.

Your legs bang repeatedly against the bed and she looks down, seeing your shoes still on. Being a sweetheart, Sevika takes your shoes on, keeping the socks on, figuring that’s what you’d like or feel comfortable with.

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of hesitation, but all she saw in your gaze was the same need that she felt growing inside her. "Say the word, and I'll stop," she says, her voice gruff but sincere. "But until then, I'm gonna show you exactly how much I want you." She gets closer leaning on top of you, and her hand slides down your side, tracing along the curves of your body. Sevika’s touch is both tender and possessive, her fingers grazing over your skin as if she’s learning every inch of you. "You're so goddamn addictive," she whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "I can't seem to get enough of you."

You feel breathless once again, and again once her lips attach to yours. She was between your legs, not putting all her weight on you as you both kissed, your right leg pushed up on the bed while your left foot stayed on the ground. Her lips continue to lock with yours, soft smacking filling the room.

Her lips move down to your neck, sucking on it as she earns moans from you, slowly her lips move to your stomach taking the chance to chaste kiss you. You whimper and whine, keeping your fingers in her hair. “More please.” You beg for her and she smirks, “I know baby, I know.” Sevika mutters and kisses your pelvis, looking up at you, a brow raises, “You want more, pretty girl?” She whispers and you nod. “How much more, baby, hm?” She talks sensually, her voice like caramel and it makes you weep.

I breathe, “W-wanna feel your lips on mine.” You let out, feeling a bit embarrassed and she smirks, “Gotta be more detailed baby, cause when you say lips I’m thinking of the ones I just kissed and the ones I haven’t gotten the chance to.” She sighs, leaning her chin on her palm and you sigh heavily.

“Ones you haven’t kissed,” Sevika’s smirk turns into a smile and she hums, “Good girl.”

Taking the hem of your underwear by her teeth, she pulls them down to your ankles, yanking them off and tossing them somewhere in your room. “Pussy so wet and I haven’t had my taken.” She lets out, really to herself and your eyes widen.

Sevika blows on your pussy first, wanting to tease and watch you break slowly. Then, her index finger runs against your slit, up and down, not pushing in yet. You breathe shakily, feeling your legs also shake with you a little.

“Such a pretty pussy, fuck I should’ve done this sooner.” She lets out, her eyes still stuck on your pussy, Sevika looks at you for one more chance to see if you would want to back out of this now, and still nothing. Her head dips down, tongue flattening, and starts to lick up slowly. You feel her breathing against your pussy, making you shake a little and shiver, moans escape from your lips, unable to control yourself.

You tilt your head back, back arching a little as she continues to suck. She’s doing this for your comfort first because she knew once you were, she would do this for her.

Sevika drags her nose down your slit, letting it slowly get wet by your throbbing clit. Pushing her head back up a little, her tongue drags making you twist and moan. “S’okay baby, I got you.” She whispers against your wet cunt, and she smirks, admiring how beautiful your pussy is.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She sighs, her thumb starts to brush over your clit gently, watching you jolt. “Please, Sevika.” You whine and she hums, “Shushhh pretty girl, I got you.” She reminds and all you can do is nod.

She was so gentle with you, it almost made you cry.

And you can only gasp when she pushes her middle finger in your glaring cunt, not giving you a chance to catch yourself when she inserts her index. Sliding in and out of your cunt, she curls it just enough to make you moan loudly. Your jolt forward for a second, toes curling.

“Ah~” you gasp, becoming a babbling mess right before her, and that gets you a smirk from her.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby, gotta prep her first, mmh?” She cooes, spitting against your clit which takes you to the edge. Your eyes roll back as you feel her start to lick your clit, her fingers sliding in and out of you. “Breathe.” She reminds you, her breath airy against your cunt, making it tighten around her fingers.

“Fuck, fuuuck,” you whine, your toes still curling up, Sevika was nose deep and the tip of her nose pushed up against your clit repeatedly, making you feel even more sensitive. “Shit, please Sevika, I’m so sensitive!” You let out but she ignores you. You try and close your legs around her face, only to get a spit against your clit, rubbing down your folds, Sevika’s metallic hand pushes your left thigh open, sucking your folds and pushing her tongue in and out of you.

“Taste so fucking good, baby.” She grumbles, despite making you a babbling mess for her, you nod, forcing your eyes to stay open.

You moan louder, feeling her tongue move up and down against your clit while her fingers continued to push in and out, becoming soaked fast. You continued to gasp, squirming for her but tried your best to be a good girl and keep your legs open, and she knew you were struggling.

Sevika pulls away, staring at you, “You okay with another idea?” and you nod quickly, she chuckles and exhales. Sevika stands, moving on the bed now, moving to your pillow, she lays her head down on it, looking at you. “Come ‘ere.” She rasps out and you listen without question, you crawl to her, now in between her legs. You look down at her, her fingers rubbing your cheek.

“If you’re up for it, I want you to sit on my face.” She explains, your eyes widen, blinking a couple of times and she waits for your answer. “Y-you want me to?” You ask gently and she nods, “I do.” Sevika says seriously, she wasn’t smirking anymore, not even a small smile. She wanted this, as long as you did too.

You breathe in and out, nodding, Sevika lets out a sigh of relief and gets herself situated for you. You turn your body around, your back facing her as you hover over her stomach. “I’ve never, sat on anyone’s face before,” Sevika smirks at the confession and hums, her hands moving to your waist and helping you up to her mouth. “Glad to be the first.” She whispers you lean forward a bit, keeping your hands on the bed to keep you steady.

“I can go slow,” she mutters and you nod, “please.” You whine.

Her thumb runs down your cunt her breath lightly brushing against your folds that were dying to be kissed, hovering against it, your cunt twitches in need. Sevika licks your pussy lightly, allowing you to get used to it first. Once you do, you lean more into her mouth, finally feeling the warmth of her tongue instantly licking between your folds. “Oh, fuck,” you moan out loudly.

Pushing her tongue flat, your sensitive folds, you tasted so delicious and it only left her craving for more, needing more. Grey eyes stare up at you, watching you bounce lightly on her mouth, as moans escape.

“Be a good girl and fuck my face, baby.” She groans, her hands holding your waist as you continue to bounce against her mouth, moaning each time you feel her tongue. You stop bouncing for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking up and down and pushing through your folds.

You start to rock yourself against her mouth, using her as a toy for your own sake. Her tongue continues to suck your slit, seeing how swollen it’s gotten, Sevika spits against it, twirling the tip of her tongue against it, making you moan and hold grip the bedsheets.

“Engh~ f-fuck, ‘Vika,” you whine, feeling yourself going weak by the second. Your pussy pulsating repeatedly as she continues to suck the air out of you. Suddenly feeling thick fingers, you moan as Sevika starts to rub your clit while sucking your pussy. You start to feel a heavy yet fulfilling sensation in the pit of your stomach, your lips turning into a pout, and you become whiny in seconds. Tears in your eyes as you continue to let her fuck your cunt, you tug on the bedsheets tighter, moaning even louder when you feel her nose brush up against your cheeks. Her tongue is lapping against your flaps and fingers at your entrance. You’re now stuck, becoming a babbling mess for her.

Tears start to fall from your eyes as you hear the sounds of her sucking against your pussy, not stopping to take a break or even breathe for a second. Sevika’s lips continue to smack against your pussy, fingers rubbing against your clit, making you overstimulated till you couldn’t think or see straight.

“I'm gonna cum, ‘Vika! Can’t hold it!” You squeal, feeling your cunt getting wetter and wetter, you were at this point you were squirting all over her mouth.

“That right, pretty lady?” Sevika whispers, your cunt being kissed by her pursed lips as a tease. Your eyes start to roll back a bit, nodding when you feel her sucking even more, her tip pushing and out of your g-spot repeatedly. The tip of her tongue working hard and making sure you feel everything. She watches you clench around nothing, you feel the buildup in the pit of your stomach starting, one that begins much before a storm breaks.

“If only you could see how pretty this pussy is.” She spats against it, watching her saliva mixed with your pre-cum drip onto her lips. “Prettiest cunt I truly ever seen.” She mutters and you gasp a whine for her.

You start to feel as if butterflies decided to make a place in your insides. “That’s it, baby, that’s it, such a good girl, you’re almost there.” She reminds you, keeping you positioned against her lips. You continue to cry, your tears falling to your breasts, as you bounce against her mouth, wanting nothing but to cum all over her. You could feel your pussy feeling gummy, you could feel your pussy wanting its release.

Your moans are a melody for her, ones she would never get tired of hearing.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, you’re such a good girl for me, you’re my good girl, baby.” She moans out, and you feel your tummy tighten up right then. Your cunt tightens and soon, pouring out with your cum, she’s drinking you like water, happily keeping you spread out on her with her fingers now pushing your ass open.

She’s practically grinning at the sight of your pussy finally reaching climax.

Your cunt, tired and extremely swollen continues to let more cum out for her, and she continues to suck. You pant heavily, and she follows, her breath becoming heavy but her mind still focused on you.

After you were fully done, you sighed heavily, sweat all over your face now. Before you can speak, your door knocks and your eyes widen, “Mom?!” You shout, Sevika stopping her movements underneath. “Yeah, hey, just letting you know I came back from work.” She says and walks away, going back downstairs.

A sigh escapes your lips and you pull off Sevika, turning to see her, your eyes widen at the mess you left. “Oh…wow.” You muttered and she laughed quietly, “You did amazing, baby.” She informs and you smile, coming closer to her. “Is there a way I can thank you?” You say seductively and she hums.

“There are ways.” She mutters, you grab a tissue from your bedside table and she cleans her face. “Like what?” You question as you watch her, and she smirks.

“Think you can moan quietly?” She asks with a smirk and you smile, letting out a giggle.

me shoving my dildo in her cause i will get her pregnant.

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: Yello everybody! Here’s a new One-Shot with our hot Atsumu Miya<3 wrote this while I was on vacation :D

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing, Atsumu Miya being a shithead

Words: 4849

Hotter than Hell Itself (Atsumu Miya x f!Reader)

It was a very hot day in the middle of the summer in Osaka. Seriously, no one told you it could be THIS hot in Japan when you decided to move here.

When your hospital offered you an international job opportunity, you wouldn’t have thought of moving to Japan, let alone to the hottest part of it.

Since it’s not even midday, all you wanted to do was to sleep all day long after you were done with work and enjoy the cold air of your AC blowing down your naked skin. But of course, the universe needs some popcorn to chew on once in a while. And you just happen to be one of those kernels ready to pop just for their entertainment.

It all started when you came out of your night shift at 07:30 this morning. Afterwards, you drove with heavy eyelids back to your apartment, only to find out that your AC broke while you were at work. As if that wasn’t enough, you received a text message from your friend during your shift, asking you to join her at the pool party she is hosting. The problem is, you’re not exactly a social butterfly. You met her in your preparation class for Japan 101, both of you coming from the United States, taking the opportunity to venture out into the world and experience something new.

Unfortunately, since you already quit her too many times, she threatened to change her Netflix password. Obviously, you can’t let that happen, you need to know if Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Erica make it out alive from the hostage situation of the evil Russian weapon company.

So like the good and supportive friend you are, you agreed. (And also saving you a Netflix subscription every month.)

‘There r gonna b sum hot 🔥 boys @ my party, I think some basketball or volleyball players. Dunno I think they are called the coyotes or smth. And you’ve been a little bitch recently, you need to get laid, girl. And m’ not accepting a no as an answer or any other shitty excuse y’gonna come up with!’

So here you are, in front of the building of your friend. Still sitting in your car, tired and hot as hell, you’re overthinking this again. You glance into your rearview mirror, checking if your makeup is still as good as it was earlier when you applied it. ‘Good. Even though it’s hot as hell outside and only 11:43, I still look somehow presentable.’ You think to yourself as you grab your purse and get out of your car.

Locking it, you hear the car honk twice and you make your way across the street to the building.

Since your friend is an event planner, she earns accordingly. Having the penthouse all to herself is still something that you are envious of.

But then again, you chose the route of being an OR nurse. Prepping patients, prepping the OR table, and sterilizing everything are tasks daily for you. Your coworkers are easy to get along with, the working hours aren’t too bad and it’s always the same routine for you. Which is great, since you are a person of habit. Sometimes though, you get called in on your off days due to someone calling in sick last minute.

Now entering the building you see a tall and bulky security guard standing next to the revolving doors. He is wearing a full black suit, and dark sunglasses and is carrying an earpiece in his left ear. Giving you a watchful look, as he is eyeing you up and down, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Feeling uncomfortable and honestly slightly scared you show him your electronic invitation with shaking hands.

The security guard with the name tag „Daisuke“ bends down a little bit to read the letters on your phone. He then takes out a device himself from the front pocket of his suit to scan the QR code.

After hearing a confirmation sound from his phone, he backs up a little bit to let you pass through the doors.

“Geez, a security guard at the front door? She must have invited someone special.” you mutter to yourself as you enter the building.

Suddenly, you remember the text message from your friend, stating that some famous athletes are going to be there since she is good friends with someone that works at the Sports Promotion Division.

Your steps carry you to the elevator and you press the button for going upstairs.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive, you glance around yourself.

Your eyes wander over the rich-looking decorations of the building.

Taking in the eggshell-colored walls and the sculptures of Greek women decorating the side of the hallway immediately give you a rich vibe feeling.

Scoffing to yourself about the unnecessary decorations, you glance back at the floor guide for the building which shows that it’s still six floors away from the lobby.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, you cross your arms and sway gently from side to side on your feet.

All of sudden you hear someone loudly greeting somebody else from outside and you turn around to see a tall younger guy with short blond hair greeting the security guard at the front. They give each other a firm handshake and start talking together, sharing loud laughs in between their conversation. You can’t see him that well, you’re only able to make out black jeans, a white button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his nose.

You’re guessing that the security guard wants to take a picture with the blond-haired kind of good-looking guy, as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. The mysterious yet handsome stranger moves beside him and holds up a peace sign. After taking their picture together, the mystic man moves back to the side, almost ready to enter the building.

Shocking and almost in disbelief, you continue to observe them.

The blonde guy tells the security guard something with an almost cheeky smile on his face and pats him on the shoulder a few times. Now walking inside as well, he takes off his sunglasses and places them on top of his head.

You give him one last look before turning back to the elevator and seeing that it’s still two more floors away.

’Just hurry up!‘

The stranger stops right next to you, almost too close to your liking, as you can smell the strong aroma of his cologne. His very strong scented cologne you might add, smelling like a pinewood forest with a hint of vanilla.

Scrunching your nose a bit at the strong smell, you move a bit to the side, which catches the stranger’s attention.

“What’s yer deal? Don’t like my Sauvage perfume?” he smirks at you.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t. You smell like a male prostitute.”

Taking your words in, he lets out an offended gasp and turns around a little bit to view you a little bit better.

Now looking into his face, you see him scowling directly at you.

You turn towards him as well, trying not to get intimidated by his towering figure.

You’re not scared of him, you have handled far worse than this.

“Do you have any idea who I am?“ he looks at you, hopefully expecting the right answer.

You size him up and down with your eyes, thinking hard.

The fact that you take so long to think, kind of concerns him. By now you should apologize profoundly and give him the biggest heart eyes as any other woman would.

“No I don’t. Should I? Are you one of those basketball players or something?“

He scoffs at your answer and retorts.

“It’s volleyball ya little shrimp. The fact that ya don’t know who I am honestly concerns me. Ya been livin‘ under a rock or somethin‘? Every human being in Japan knows who I am.“

“Oh, I am sorry that I have better things to worry about than knowing who you are. You must be very special then. A thousand apologies to your highness.”

You pause while looking at him with the most disinterested face you ever made. And it irritates Atsumu even more.

“Geez yer a real happy camper ain’tcha? Must be fun to have you at parties.”

Okay the fact that you barely slept and the audacity of this freaking guy are just about enough for you. You close your eyes, turn around and inhale deeply through your nose. As soon as you open your eyes and you breathe out, you start to feel a little bit better. You’re not going to let him worsen your already bad mood.

Choosing to ignore him, you hear the ‘ding’ of the elevator and its doors finally open.

The blond guy and you enter inside and you press the button for the penthouse of your friend.

Remembering that your nephew likes someone called the ‘Schweiden Adlers’, you know that he always brags about one of the players. Not knowing if Blondie is on the team, you decide to ask him about it.

“Are you from the Schweiden Adlers? I heard that they’re the best team in Japan and my nephew loves them. I’d like to get an autograph for him.”

You give him an almost aggressive sweet smile as you stare at him, waiting for an answer.

What you don’t expect though, is for him to reach out for the fire alarm button, which immediately stops the elevator.

Utterly shocked by his actions, you start yelling at him.

“Are you crazy?! Why did you do that?!”

He whips around and gives you an angry look.

“First of all, I am NOT from the Schweiden Adlers, I am from the MSBY Jackals princess. And excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but did you just say ‘best team in Japan’? We have beat those guys twice now! Second, since you obviously got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I am NOT going to give you an autograph even if I was part of their team. Third, since you still don’t know who I am, I am Miya Atsumu, the best setter in Japan!” He exclaims loudly while still staring at you.

Not having any of his shit, you decide to poke the bear a little bit more with the stick.

“Is that so? Well dye-job I have a newsflash for you. I don’t care that you apparently hold that title. I honestly feel sorry for your teammates that have to put up with you every single day. Send them my deepest condolences.“

Atsumu just gives her a look of fury but doesn’t reply.

‘This small ass chick is crazy.’ He thinks to himself.

“Just push the button so the freaking elevator starts again.”

After hearing her words, he forgot that he was the one who pressed it in the first place, but still went with her request anyway.

Feeling the elevator move again, she can still feel her blood slightly boiling and her heart racing from the frustration she just had to witness.

Atsumu is not feeling any more different than her, clenching and unclenching his fists, while still trying to calm down himself.

What feels like a thousand years later, the elevator finally reaches the final floor, doors slowly opening.

‘I need some fuckin’ beer.’ Atsumu thinks to himself as he heads straight for the bar, without even saying goodbye to the woman that he shared the elevator ride with.

Atsumu sits down in one of the bar chairs while glancing over the menu of the drinks that were offered today.

He turns to the barkeeper and asks him for a beer.

“I am sorry sir, since this is a sports division event, no alcohol will be served. It was requested from the coach.“ The barkeeper gives Atsumu an apologetic look as he cleans a glass with a green little towel.

“Yer gotta be shittin‘ me.“ Atsumu puts his face in his hands and lets out a small grunt of frustration.

You step out of the elevator, taking a few steps before stopping to look around.

You notice that the event party has a lot of tall guys there, most of them probably over 6 feet tall.

Compared to your small size, they are giants. Before you can look around any more, someone runs towards you, attacking you in a bone-crushing hug.

You stumble back a little bit by the sudden force but quickly catch the person that engulfed you into a hug.

The scent of cherries and almonds fill into your nose, recognizing your friend by the body lotion she always uses.

“Hey girl, how’s it going? I missed you so much!“ She gushes at you, while giving you a look over.

“Goodness, you look a little bit pale, those night shifts aren’t doing you any favors. But good thing I just have the right things around here.“ She points to various things, giving each an explanation.

“So over there is the buffet, help yourself with all those treats! And in the corner over there, is the bar but since this is a sports event, no alcohol unfortunately. Since, you know, all these hot guys are volleyball players, they need to stick to a strict diet plan and blah blah blah.“

She rolls her eyes a little bit and you just nod along, quietly thanking her for the invitation. Looking back at you, she gives you a mischievous smile and wiggles her thin eyebrows up and down, almost in a suggestive manner.

Bumping your hip with hers, she starts talking again.

“Soooo… I saw that Atsumu Miya exited the elevator with you. Tell me, how hot is that dude! Did he talk to you? Did he give you his number? Did he give you his number one ‚one-in-a-million-smile‘? Did you guys make out in the elevator? Because both of you were having quite the flushed faces whenever you both exited the elevator.“

You give it out a small sigh and shake your head a little bit in reply, slightly irritated by her flooding questions, as you recall the conversation you had with Atsumu.

“No we didn’t do anything, don’t be silly. He was just being a rude asshole and I was bitching back at him.“

You cross your arms over your chest as you spot the blonde sitting at the bar, talking with an orange haired smaller guy and another tall guy with white-blackish spiked hair with a grumpy look on his face.

Your friend gives you a shocked look, following your gaze.

“Really? According to these magazines I read, he is a proud guy with a flirty personality. Ah well, looks can be deceiving. But not to worry my precious little birdie, there’s plenty of hot guys here. Talk to one of them and maybe see if one of them can take you home with them. Or even multiple if you’re into that shit.“

She gives you a wink and starts laughing at your flushed face.

Embarrassed that she would even dare suggest such a thing, you gave her a reply in a squeaky undertone.

“W-what? No! I am NOT into that! And I already have had enough volleyball players in one day. One is more than enough.“

“Whatever you say sweetie. Well at least eat some stuff from the food table, I paid a lot for that shit.“ She gives you a slight pat on the shoulder and walks around to greet more of her guests.

Turning your body a little bit, you start heading towards the table with all the goodies on it.

Taking a plate you let your eyes wander over the delicious varieties of food.

From Onigiris, to Takoyaki and even a big grill with tons of Yakiniku and Yakitori on it, makes your mouth water like a waterfall.

You haven’t eaten anything yet, you stayed awake since you were too hot in your apartment and you had to wait for the AC repairman.

Suddenly, you feel a presence beside you and you tilt your head a little bit to the side to see the white-blackish haired guy that was talking to Atsumu earlier at the bar.

Eyeing the massive amount of food on his plate, especially the meat, you can feel your jaw almost dropping to the floor.

Bokuto can feel you staring at him and just gives you a laugh combined with a large grin.

“Sorry, just a huge meat fan, trying to grow some more.“

“You're already pretty tall, and having meat fill up almost 90% of your plate doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re going to grow much more. Also, eat more eggs or whole grain foods, they should help better.“

You explain while looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

Bokuto raises both of his eyebrows, then his face transforms into a deep thinking one and quickly develops into a beaming smile.

“Really?! Oh my gosh thanks I will definitely take up your advice. Here, have some! You‘ll definitely need it more than me!“ Handing you his heavy full plate, he takes off to his friends and starts talking to them energetically.

Dumbstruck, you stare at him with wide eyes, then looking down to his plate.

Blinking a few times you were about to put the plate down, when Atsumu joins you at the buffet table.

He looks at your plate and raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“A bit much don‘tcha think? ‘Specially for someone yer size.“

You can feel your eye twitch in annoyance but don’t reply anything to that.

You set Bokuto‘s former plate into the hands of one of a very confused waiter, before grabbing your still empty plate to move around him, to look for something to munch your frustrations out.

A single pink-frosted vanilla cupcake has caught your eye and you were about to grab it when a bigger hand snatched it right away from you. It was the last one on the platter too. That asshole did not just do that.

Your hand is still frozen midair, trying to process what the hell just happened.

“I was just about to grab that and it’s the last one. Couldn’t you have at least asked me if I wanted it? You usually do that to be polite.“

Atsumu thinks hard for a moment, taking a good look at both beauties in front of his hazel brown eyes. Analyzing the situation for mere seconds, he chose to play dirty.

He wants to get you back for insulting his pride earlier.

Before you can blink, Atsumu shoves the entire cupcake into his mouth, looking almost like a snake devouring a mouse in one single bite.

Dumbfounded, you watch him with an open mouth as he chews and swallows.

“Man, that was good. Ya wanna taste?” He smirks at you while he licks the pink frosting off of his lips.

Still shocked, you act before you can think.

You push him into the pool behind him.

The sound of splashing water rips you out of your fury, realizing what you‘ve just done.

Holy shit.

You just pushed a star athlete in the pool.

Not just any star athlete, freaking Atsumu Miya.

The Setter of the Dingos.

Still highly in shock, you stare at the moving water of the pool.

Atsumu’s drenched head pops out of the water, coughing some water out of his mouth.

“The hell’s yer problem?! Yer could’ve killed me!” Atsumu shouts at you in exasperation.

“Don’t be so melodramatic! You’re obviously fine.” Crossing your arms against your chest, you stare at him with an annoyed frown.

“Can ya at least help me outta here?” You scoff at his request and retort.

“You’re a big guy, get out yourself. Also, you're way bigger and taller than me, how am I supposed to pull you out?”

He just gives you a look and thinks for about two seconds.

“Aint’cha a nurse or something? Use yer super strength to pull me out.”

Sighing, you still give in, after seeing his begging eyes.

You hold out your hand for him to grab onto. Atsumu gets closer to the edge of the pool and you can feel his very wet hand grabbing your own.

Flinching at the wetness you try your best to pull 80,4 kg out of the water.

As soon as you try to pull him out, his other hand comes out of the water and pulls you into the water with him.

Screaming at the sudden tug, you splash into the pool.

The cold water of the pool soaks through everything. Your hair, dress and make up are now ruined. All thanks to that blonde shithead.

Your head pops through the water surface and you give Atsumu the most hateful look anyone has ever seen.

Even if you’re fuming right now, Atsumu still has to admit that you’re even beautiful looking this angry. He just HAS to ask you out.

“You’re the most inconsiderate, most rude piece of shit I have ever met!” You furiously yell at him.

“Yeah, yeah I got that part from the start. Ya wanna go out with me sometime?” The drenched blonde gives you a tilt and his brown eyes kind of remind you of a cute Golden Retriever and- STOP. NO! Not only has that asshole just pulled you into ice cold water, it’s his fault you’re completely soaked, he was incredibly rude to you, he has the audacity to ask you out?!

Gaping at his request, you glance around you, to see that all eyes were on the two of you. Their mixes of emotion completely overwhelm you. You see confusion, pity and some even have a mix between shock and disgust.

Groaning loudly in frustration, you walk to the end of the pool to step out.

You see a hand outstretched for help and you see a black-haired tall guy whose hair is mid-length and slicked back.

Thankful for his help, he helps you out of the water and hands you his big soft yellow jacket, so you don’t freeze.

“Thank you but I am leaving now so you can keep it.” You say to him with tears in your eyes as you make your way to the elevator with hurried steps. Your pace begins to quicken, as you can hear Atsumu’s voice yelling after you to make you stop. Ignoring him, you bolt through the door to run down the stairs.

A few seconds later you can hear the sound of door opening again and loud footsteps chase after you.

“Stop, please! I want to apologize!” His deep voice echoes in the stairwell.

Still ignoring him, you can feel your tears running down your cheeks and you finally reach the bottom of the stairs.

Seeing your car on the other side of the street gives you a relief and you fetch your car key and unlock it.

As you are about to enter your car, you can hear Atsumu’s quick steps coming closer to you.

“Wait! Please!” He huffs out of breath.

“What the hell do you want?! Haven’t you humiliated me enough already?!” You whip around to yell at him.

Breathing heavily, flushed cheeks and with a worried look he looks to the ground like a kicked puppy.

“I am really really sorry. I didn’t mean ta humiliate ya up there. I know I was a jerk so I want to make it up to ya.”

Your hands wipe your tears away from your cheeks and you listen to what he has to say.

Still guilty as hell, he looks up to you with regret in his eyes.

“Please let me make it up to ya by takin’ ya out to dinner. I know I don’t deserve it but please give me a chance.” He pleads with you.

Your eyes fall to the concrete of the street as you overthink his offer.

The cold wind makes you shiver and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Atsumu. With another idea in his mind, he asks you to wait a few seconds.

You watch in confusion as he runs to what you’re guessing is his car and Atsumu grabs a yellow jacket with a black lettering that spells out ‘MSBY’.

Quickly running back to you, he hands you his jacket with the words that you should wear it so you don’t freeze.

You grab his jacket with uncertainty and remember you haven’t given him an answer yet.

His effort to try to make you feel better kind of helps you with your decision.

Breathing out with a heavy exhale you look up to him with ambivalence and accept his offer.

The concern in his eyes disappears and all of sudden his eyes shine brighter than the brightest Christmas lights.

“O-Oh awesome! Great! I’ll uh… Just give me yer number and we can arrange the date.” He stutters with a slight blush across his cheeks, you doubt it’s still from chasing you down the stairs.

You type in your number on his phone and his adorable smile is making you blush. If you actually look closer, you can make out some freckles across his nose and cheeks.

To be honest, Atsumu is really attractive. So attractive that it annoys the hell out of you.

Yet, you can’t wait to see what the date will turn out like.

Realizing you’re still wearing his jacket, you want to give it back to him.

“Nah, keep it beautiful. It looks better on ya anyway.” He compliments you with a wink.

Laughing a little bit, you push a loose wet strand of hair behind your ear and give him a cute smile that he returns.

Bonus scene <3

“So….. Papa and mama met at a party?“

Two sets of hazelnut eyes watch you and Atsumu carefully with confused but still exciting looks on their faces. Both of your children are a spitting image of their father, when he was younger. Cheeky hazel colored eyes, with messy dark brown hair.

“That’s right kiddos, yer ma was super into me the first time she laid eyes on ya handsome dad.“

Atsumu gives them a proud smile and turns around to look at you.

You catch his gaze and he gives you a wink, rolling your eyes as you continue to clear off the dinner you just shared with your family.

The younger one raises his hand to ask a question.

“Mama, why did you push papa in the pool?“

Your husband looks at you, with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yeah mama, why did ya push poor dad in the pool?“

Giving your idiot of a husband a fiery look, you still answer your child’s question.

“Well to be honest, your dad had it coming. He snatched something precious away from me and obviously had to pay for it somehow.“

“Aw c‘mon baby yer not still mad ‘bout that are ya?“ Atsumu pouts.

“Mad about what?“ The mini Miyas glance at you with a twinkle of curiosity in their eyes, while scooting closer to listen to their parent‘s “romantic” story.

You stop wiping and hang up the dishwasher towel for drying. Standing behind your husband, he gives you a fearful look.

You lean over the chair, set both of your hands firmly on Atsumu‘s shoulders and you can feel the anxiety from his tense shoulders.

“He stole Mama‘s precious cupcake.“ You whisper to your children in a dangerous tone.

Both of your children gasp loudly at the reveal of the reason why you pushed your husband into the pool out of anger back then.

Atsumu chuckles a bit nervously but regains his composure quickly.

“Lesson learned not to steal food from mama. But I got her back for it, I pulled her in the pool as well.“

The gasps of your twins get even louder as they stare with open mouths and wide eyes at their father.

“In the end though, it kinda looked like the lion king scene, when Simba pulled Nala into the water. Afterwards…. Well let’s just keep that PG-13 for now. Ain’t that romantic kiddos?” Atsumu holds your hand with his own and squeezes it gently while giving you a lovesick smile as he looks up at you.

“What does papa mean?PG-13?“ The older one of the twins asks, while tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Atsumu turns his face from you to his children, is about to give the talk about the birds and the bees and you quickly interrupt him.

“Atsumu! They are six years old for crying out loud!“ You scold him from behind and hit him lightly on the back of his head.

The blond Setter is startled by your loud voice and slap directed at him and he immediately shuts up.

“Hehe, Papa is scared of mama.“ The older twin turns towards his brother and starts giggling.

“I ain’t scared of her!” The Setter argues with his children.

“Atsumu.” You give him a deadly look.

“Shutting up dear.” Puts a hand to his head in a saluting way and glares at his children, as they continue to giggle and laugh at their cowardly father.

@wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @rukia-uchiha-98

[szchaql]

Total Opposite (part 6)

Paul Lahote x Swan Reader

Masterlist

It's already summer in Forks. The warm weather make it perfect to have a picnic on the beach. With a calm wave after the fight with the new born, the pack and the imprintees going to have a short break on the beach.

As the boys and Leah play soccer, (y/n) and Emily are laying down on the blanket, eating snacks that Emily had prepared. "How i wish everyday will be like this. The pack are not on the edge and can have some normal life too. Going to school and doing things." Emily looks at the pack with motherly smile.

(Y/n) hum in response. She looks at how happy they are, their face is full of joy and happiness. No pressure. "I feel so sorry about Seth. He could have a normal life as a 15 years old boy. Not going into a deadly war. And how much Leah have to gone through.."

Emily look at (y/n), knowing very well that (y/n) and the Clearwater are really close and can't be separated. "They are going to be okay. They are strong."

"Yeah..."

After the pack got satisfied playing soccer, all of them gathered on the blanket, joining Emily and (y/n). Paul lay down beside (y/n), slightly hugging her from behind. The warmth from his body can be feel. But with summer, his warmth isn't need and it only make this hotter. "Go away, Paul. It's hot." (Y/n) get away from Paul, it's to hot for her. Paul pout, feeling slightly sad that (y/n) don't want to be near him since it's summer. But give up is not Paul style. He keep trying to hug (y/n). "What happened to you?" (Y/n) asked her boyfriend, finally give up and let Paul hug her.

"I just want to hug you. No reason." (Y/n) roll her eyes, try getting comfortable in his hug. But his warmth from his body didn't help at all. Soon, she start to sweat. "Want to play in the water? To cool down." Without thinking twice, (y/n) get away from Paul embrace and run into the water. She sigh in relief as the cold water soak her body. Soon, Paul join her and they play in the water, while the rest of the pack hanging out in the blanket, eating.

"Not hungry?" The girl look confused as why her boyfriend who have a non-ending stomach choose not to eat.

Paul laugh softly. "Not at all. I decided to just enjoying time with you rather than eat with the others. Spending time with you way more important than eating." (Y/n) couldn't believe what she just heard.

"I didn't heard it wrong, right?"

"No. You heard it right. After the fight with those new born, I really want to be with you. I don't know what happened to me, but I know that I need to he near you." He said, walking closer to his imprint. "And after what happened to you with the red hair woman, the feeling of protectiveness start to boost. I want to make sure you are okay, safe and sound."

The young Swan can't believe that the hot-headed Paul Lahote is this softie and caring man. It's a total opposite from what she always heard about him before he imprinted on her.

People always try to warn her about him, expecially Seth and Leah. When they are having a date, people always look at her like she's a crazy woman to date Paul. She always get whispered at school, after the town knew that she's dating the infamous crazy hot-head Paul Lahote.

But Paul isn't just known as the hot-head crazy man, he also famous around girls. Paul is the hottest on the pack, besides Jacob. Girls at Forks and on the Reservation are always trying to flirt with him and get on his pants.

There's always a feeling of worried coming from (y/n). Will he stay loyal to her? Will she be okay? Paul try to assure her that he won't leave her. A shape-shifter can't leave their imprint.

"What are you thinking about? You look dead serious in there." The voice of Paul make (y/n) looks up at him, breaking the train of thought.

"Oh.. i was thinking about our life right now. How people always looks at me, thinking that i was crazy and a bad girl for dating you.. and how so many girls want to snatch you from me. They still look at you as the hot-head, crazy man, and the hotest man in Forks. They didn't look at the real you. It's sometimes so annoying." (Y/n) pour out what her feeling is. She want people to look not just from the outside. She hates it when people do that. She feels like it's not fair.

"You don't have to worry about it.. i'm fine. And I always say this that i won't ever leave you. I can't even leave you. Do you understand? You are everything that i need. You make me calm and be a better man. Okay?" The girl nod her head and both of them get out of the water and head back to where the pack is.

Paul help (y/n) drying her body with the towel, before he dry himself and join his imprint eating snacks. "What were you two talking about? It looks deadly serious." Embry ask, munching a sandwhich.

"Nothing. Don't worry, Em." (Y/n) smile at him and eat her sandwhich.

"Is everything okay? Maybe we can help." This time Sam asked with worried tone. Both Paul and (y/n) shake their head.

"It's totally fine, Sam. We didn't fight or anything. Just have this little talk about our relationship. How people looks at us. That's it. Nothing to worry about." Paul said, try to assure Sam that everything is totally fine and under control.

"I thought you got into a fight or something. It'll be hard if you do." Quil said, before he got punch by Jacob on his arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't say something stupid like that. Those two won't fight over something like that." Jacob scold him. All of them laugh loudly and continue to enjoy the picnic.

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People could never understand how the quite, calm Swan girl can date someone the total opposite of her, the infamous hot head Paul Lahote.

Some of them think that the girl doesn't deserve someone like Paul or she's out of league for Paul. Some think that Paul doesn't deserve the youngest Swan.

Almost all the girls on Forks are going crazy about Paul. When they heard that he are having a relationship with (y/n) Swan, they snickered. They make the girl's everyday life full of pain, to make her leave Paul alone for them. She's lucky enough to have Jacob, Embry, Quil and Seth at school, to protect her from the bullies. But she's tired of having picked on by those girls just because she's dating Paul. She wants to fight them, but being a shy and quite girl, she can't. She doesn't has the energy to fight them all. She always depend on Seth for protection. "Stay away from her!" Seth yelled to the girls who bullies his best friend.

"I'm sorry... i'm so sorry, Seth.. i want to fight them, but i.. i can't..." Seth hug (y/n) tightly, whispering that it's okay, that he and the pack will always be there for her.

This continue for few months now, make (y/n) more and more seclude and quite. Tiffany always make sure she's eating lunch and doing good at school, along with Seth. The change of (y/n) makes the pack wondered what exactly happened to her. Paul try to ask his girlfriend, but she always shrug it off and tell him that she's fine. Even Seth won't tell him or the pack anything.

Until one day, when Paul picked up (y/n) at school did he know the problem.

Paul is waiting outside, at the parking lot, leaning into his truck, waiting for his dear imprint to come out. Only a few minutes later that (y/n) comes out with Seth and Tiffany. As Paul want to call her name, a group of bunch girls are stopping them. Paul can't really heard what they said but the face of hurt from (y/n), the yelling of Seth and Tiffany, did he know that they must said something rude to his imprint, that made Seth this angry.

So, Paul decided to give them lesson for hurting his imprint by walking to them. Seth, noticing Paul are approaching them, nudge (y/n) to tell her.

"What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend, bitches."

The girls, who don't have no shame, squealling when seeing Paul. Seth and Tiffany rolled their eyes. Paul give the girls a deadly glance before stand in front of (y/n), make the petite girl has to look up to meet his eyes.

"What are you doing in here, Paul?" She asked, getting confused as why Paul is at school. Isn't he has patrol?

"To pick you up, of course. I can pick you up, since you are my girlfriend. And i wondered what happened to you this past few weeks, and now i realized that this are the bunches of girls doing." He said as he give a glare at the girls.

"Paul, honey! Why are you dating this nerd? She's out of your league! Leave her, so we can have fun. Bet she can't please you in bed." Jean, the leader said while playing her hair with her fingers, acting all feminime, making both Paul and Seth want to punch her so bad.

"You are crazy!" Seth yelled, ready to punch her before he is stopped by (y/n) who grab his forehead, shaking her head. But even if she can easily stop Seth, she's too late to stop her raging boyfriend, who already stand tall in front of Jean and her group of friends.

"Oh, really? Do you think you are far more better than her? Ha! How confidence are you?" Paul snickered lowly at Jean.

"Of course! I'm far more better than this nerd! I can totally please you and make you happy. We can be the most perfect couple!" She exclaim happily, with TOTALLY no shame.

The next thing make (y/n) squealed loudly. Paul punched Jean, really... really punched her, square in her face. "Paul! Stop!" (Y/n) stand infront of Paul. Eventhough he isn't shaking, she knows that he totally pissed.

"Hey. Calm down. Please.. i'm okay." Paul take a glance at his imprint, bringing her to his embrace by her waist, before look back at Jean who is lying on the ground, surrounded by her friends, pass out.

"You dare to touch her or talk to her again, i'll kill you." He gives them a final warning before take (y/n) hand, turn around and walk into his car with (y/n) and Seth. Seth told Tiffany to go home, make some space for him and the couple.

Paul has been quite since they left the school. Seth look down, didn't dare to look at him or even talk to him. To scared because he didn't tell the truth to Paul. He deserved to know since (y/n) is his imprint. But, (y/n) already told Seth not to tell Paul, fearing that it'll make things worst.

As they arrive at Emily's driveway, Paul tell Seth to walk inside first. "I'll talk to you later." Seth feels goosebump, knowing that Paul won't let this slip off.

"Why.. you didn't tell me, (y/n)?" His voice is broken and sad.

"I'm sorry... I.. I didn't want to make you worried.. and.. make things worst than before.. i have Seth and Tiffany with me.. and i.. i'm okay..." (y/n) felt guilty, but also scared, knowing that Paul really dare to punch a girl.

Paul sigh as he look at his imprint, head down, shaking. "Hey, look at me. Look at me, (y/n).. i won't hurt you." He hug his imprint, whispering sweet things to her to help her calm down.

Small hands of (y/n) hug him back, inhaling his wood and nature scents, calming her down in instant. She looks up at him, her black eyes meet with Paul's brown eyes.

"You need to tell me, (y/n). I want to help you. And always remember that i won't hurt you. Okay?" The girl nod, hugging him tightly.

After calm down, they walk inside Emily's. Seth already finish his lunch, is talking with Sam. Emily immediately take (y/n)'s hand and lead her to the dining room. Paul join Sam and Seth, knowing what they are talking about.

"I'm sorry, Paul... (y/n) told me not to tell you about this.." Seth look down, feeling guilty. Paul put his hand on Seth's shoulder, squeezing it softly.

"It's okay, kid. Thank you for protecting her.. i couldn't ask for more.."

"For how long already?" Sam asked quitely.

"Around 3 to 4 months. Actually they already knew when you guys first dating few months ago. But they started to bullied her around 4 months ago. And since (y/n) never fight back, they kept doing it." Paul sigh. So that's why (y/n) was in a deep thought when they were at the beach.

"I need to make sure they won't bother (y/n) anymore." Sam look at Paul, worry all over his face.

"What did you do, Paul?"

Paul take a glance at him and shrug. "I punched her." He said lightly, make Sam facepalm.

"I mean, made her passed out." Seth mumble, make Sam sigh heavily.

"You know, that's a bad idea..."

"I mean, she insulted (y/n). And you have to look at his over confidence annoying face. I bet you also want to punch her. Even Seth ready to kill her." Paul lightly said, as if there's nothing wrong with it.

"Still... you never punch a girl before..." But Paul being Paul, didn't listen to Sam a single bit about this matter. "Whatever.. you do whatever you want then.. i can't tell you about this. I need to talk to (y/n) and make sure you are still on control. You only listen to her now." Paul smile wdiely hearing it. He feels proud of himself.

"I'll keep protecting her at school. Don't worry, Paul.." Seth said as they walk to the dining room, joining Emily and (y/n). Paul smile and thanking him.

"You good, (y/n)?" Sam ask the youngest Swan as he sit beside Emily. (Y/n) nod her head, while munching down her food.

"Don't worry, Sam.. i'm totally okay. Just a little hurt, but i can get through it."

"You are to kind and soft, (y/n)..." Emily sigh, as (y/n) just chuckle softly. "Can't help it, Em.."

"No wonder why Paul imprinted on you." Seth commented, stealing some muffins. Paul just rolled his eyes and take a muffin for himself, munching it down with his left hand, as his right hand is behind my back, resting at the chair.

"Seth is right. You make Paul soft. I always worried that he will snap and shift when he's angry. You know that Paul has this anger management issue." Sam chuckle.

"Yeah yeah.."

All of them laughing, Sam, Emily and Seth make fun of Paul being a softie with the smiling (y/n), while waiting for the rest of the pack to return from patrol.

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[burnedbyshoto]

strawberry milk & watermelon seeds

How to get through the worst summer heat: have a sweet drink, eat a sweet fruit, and have someone with the sweetest kiss around.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warning: fluff, cursing, one year later rewrite

word count: 2,855

a/n: so today is my one year anniversary of this blog. it’s been a rather weird and unknowing journey that I still cannot comprehend or put into words as to how this has changed me. one year later and I still love todoroki shouto the most, one year later and im still as invested into bnha as the day I first watched it. wild. anyways, thank you for watching my growth as a writer, and thank you for 14k followers in this single year. anyways, if you want to read the original to compare, here it is.

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“This day can not be any worse.”

With your sweating forearm thrown over your face, and the heat emitting from your face scorching your skin, your clammy skin provided small comfort from the overwhelming heat. Today, according to every news outlet in Japan, it was the hottest day recorded ever. At first, you didn’t believe it; your condo had cooled to near completion with your AC unit running happily in the background. You had spent your day free from work, merrily doing house chores while watching your old classmates text message thread blowing up with complaints about how torturous it was to be outside in this heat. (Even Bakugou who enjoyed hot weather because it benefitted his quirk was ready to go home and get into an ice bath.) That is, you were merry until your power went out.

“I thought you would be happy that you aren’t working right now?”

Ignoring the sweat the slowly pooled down your neck, you turned your head to look at your phone that stood against a stack of books. On the bright screen was Todoroki Shouto, who was wearing a shirt and a jacket despite the heat of the weather. Curse his fucking quirk. 

“It was a happy day until the power blew, and I was told that the power wouldn’t be back on until night!” you whined, fingers pressing to your forehead to wipe the annoying sweat on your face. “Now I’m miserable at home, it’s hotter than balls, I have no snacks, and I am not going outside like this!”

You lifted your legs off the couch, shuddering at your sweating thighs sticking to the material. This was the worst.

“I can come over in a bit; it’ll take me about twenty minutes.” Shouto hummed, his left wrist rising as he looked at his watch. His face had a small smile painted on; it was a new look he was trying as he had stated earlier. As part of being a hero that reassured everyone he rescued, he was working on his smile.

While you would never complain about seeing a kind smile on Shouto’s face, it didn’t help your hammering heart when he looked at you with it.

“What?!” you exclaimed a bit frantically, your hand snatching your phone on the table while sitting up on the couch. Your flustered face a bit too close to the camera while you watched Shouto stand up from his seat and gather his things without minding your attempts to have him not come over.

The thought of being horrendously sweaty around your crush was not something you wanted to do.

“Do you like strawberry milk?” Shouto asked you, his head tilting to the side. At the same time, he picked up his phone, leveling the camera, so it angled below his chin (and you immediately noticed that even with the awkward angle, he was still unfairly hot). “There’s a store on the way to your place that I like.”

A strange noise that crossed between a whine and a sigh emitted past your lips when his eyes locked on yours in question. It seemed that you didn’t have much of a choice.

“I love strawberry milk,” you begrudgingly admitted, watching with heating cheeks as Shouto’s face spread into a bigger, more full, and genuine smile. 

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit then. Bye.”

You couldn’t say goodbye back, your finger immediately hanging up on him and your body shaking in your nerves. For right now, you couldn’t tell why you felt overheated: the record temperature or the smile that made your heart stop.

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If your mother could see how you cleaned your home in the twenty minutes it took Shouto to get to your place, she would cry in joy. In fifteen minutes, you had swept, mopped, and cleared the countertops of the slight messes they had been and quickly bolted upstairs to change into something less sweaty while reapplying perfume and deodorant because you would not make a fool of yourself.

“You look like a mess,” Shouto called out immediately as he stood at your front door. Despite his introduction, his hands lifted in front of him, and he showcased the bag of snacks and tea he brought. 

Despite the initial feeling of wonder at opening the door to see him standing there in all his glory, his words' sudden bluntness immediately made your eyes narrow. 

“I don’t come to your house uninvited and roast your appearance,” you scoff, turning on your heel and letting him in. 

“Oh, was I not invited? I assumed I was allowed to come over, sorry,” Shouto’s voice followed after you, but it did nothing to keep him from staying. The two of you had grown incredibly close as friends. It was without question that he was allowed over whenever he wished, a detail that had taken quite a while for Shouto to accept. 

“I wouldn’t’ve opened the door if you weren’t,” you sigh, your hands fanning the back of your neck as Shouto placed his guest slippers on and walked over. He put the bag onto the kitchen counter before walking over to you, taking your hands and pressing his right hand to the nape of your neck.

“Just making sure,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours in a careful gaze before his hand dropped in temperature. For the first time since your AC broke down, a shiver went through your spine. 

You had no idea whether it was from the sudden loss of heat from your body or his gentle yet strangely warm touch. But with the loss of being overheated and reaching a better point of homeostasis, you realized that you had been wordlessly staring into his eyes. Falling deep into the blue and grey, drowning in the way they bore into you gently, intently. 

“So, uh, what else did you bring me besides your stupidly advantageous quirk?” you asked, your mouth feeling unbelievably parched. At the same time, Shouto’s fingers slowly pulled away from your skin, leaving behind nothing but an exploding heart and raised skin.  

To that comment, Shouto’s eyebrow lifted, and his lip quirked a bit too, a teasing look on his face while the two of you began to walk to the bag he had brought. He grabbed the bag before you, bringing it close to his chest as if to keep it from you.

“Sounds like you’re using me for my quirk, y/l/n. That wouldn’t be very heroic of you.”

“I’m off duty, I can be an asshole,” was your quick response, your heart beating faster at the chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest as he untied the bag. His eyes rose to yours, inquisitive and teasing, and an eyebrow raised.

Shouto seemed to debate whether he should say something or not, your locked stares never wavering. But before you could question what was running through his head, he pulled out the items from the bag. Your jaw dropped in your sheer love for what he brought you: two sealed cups of strawberry milk, half of a watermelon with two scoops, and an arrangement of other snacks you loved. There was nothing he could do to stop you from scooping up your nacks in your arms, tears misting your eyes because, at this moment, your lousy day had become good again. 

“I hope you still like all these snacks, you always used to talk about them,” Shouto rubs the back of his neck, his gaze falling onto the sweet pink drinks before him. He grabbed the straws and punctured the drinks for both of you, and you looked at him with a smile of pure joy and disbelief. 

“This is perfect, Todoroki, really! I love this so much!”

Maybe if you had been looking at Shouto and not at the bags of snacks he had bought for you, you would have seen the flush color climbing the back of his neck.

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It had taken Shouto precisely two seconds to bring your condo back to a habitable environment, a feat that had you quite literally jumping into his arms in your excitement. But in your sudden burst of emotional energy, Shouto had been taken back so abruptly by your arms thrown around him that he had iced over your entire living room. Both of you had stared at the iced room with shocked gazes, and while he looked on in horror, your face split into a shit-eating grin.

So despite his initial decision to defrost the entire room, you said it was fine. Grabbing the frozen watermelon (you had to tear the melon and the two scoops off the counter as it had also been frozen, not to mention you almost ate shit if not for Shouto easily catching you) the two of you retreated to your shaded patio, sitting on the brick and tasting the sweet melon while idly chatting between the both of you.

“You got the watermelon with the seeds!” you laughed loudly, letting the small black seed fall from your bottom lip and onto your await palm. “We have transgressed the need for watermelon with seeds! Have you never gotten seedless watermelon?!”

Shouto shoved you with his shoulder, his face grimacing a bit when a rather sharp crunch came from his mouth. Your laughter growing louder when a fractured watermelon seed fell from his tongue. 

“The sign said it was seedless, besides it takes two seconds to get the seeds out, stop complaining.” Shouto groaned, placing the seed onto the pile the two of you had created. You had been taking a drink of the sweet milk as he said this, and his smile grew into a crooked grin at the sight of your eyes widening with the need to speak. 

Tearing the cup from your mouth, you swallowed the liquid quickly before jabbing a finger into his shoulder, “Tell that to my face after I accidentally swallow a seed and a watermelon grows in my stomach!”

“The day that happens, I will personally let you dress me up in Endeavor merch.” Shouto wagers, his eyes watching as you scooped out a bit of the watermelon and shoving it into your mouth. You contemplated his words, thinking about the horrendous merch his father had and the humiliation he would have if he had to wear it.

Your teeth bit onto a black seed, and instead of politely removing it from your mouth as you had been doing, you turned your head toward the fence and spat out the watermelon seed. 

“Oh, that’s tempting!” you sing out, your fingertips dancing against each other, a very comically villainous sight. 

Shouto scoffed, his head shaking as he chewed his own watermelon before spitting out his own seed. You watched it soar through the air before falling somewhere near where your seed landed. Ever the competitor, your head tilted, trying not to take it personally as Shouto finally spoke.

“Is it? Well, we both know it’s impossible.”

You shake your head at his true remark, your mouth once again full of watermelon, and you concentrated on the two black dots on the grass. Rolling your shoulders, you spit the seed sitting on your tongue, and you refrained from sounding too victorious when your seed was now the furthest one out. So with the calmness of a child who had done something terrible and was attempting to not be caught, you turned to Shouto with a wink. 

“Nothing is impossible!”

Shrugging, Shouto took another mouthful of the watermelon before sending a seed flying, landing what seemed like a centimeter further than yours. Your eyes narrowed at the taunting victory.

“Oh, but some things are,” it felt like he whispered that in your ear, and you turned onto him. Your fiery glare matching his while he took yet another bite of the watermelon. He did it without breaking his gaze with you, and an astounding grin spread on your face at the pure childishness of this all.

“...are you… are you challenging me?!” you accused, your eyebrows shooting to your hairline and your finger connecting with his nose.

Shouto smirked, his face turning back to the grass, and he spat out the seed, sending it much further than it had gone before.

“No. Not at all,” he said smoothly, his sight coming back to you, and as if to rub in the salt, he added, “We both know who’ll win.”

So, under the blazing hot sun, both you and Shouto sat with sticky sweet watermelon juice dribbling down your chin and black seeds soaring as far as they could go to only pathetically landing on laps. Slandering words were thrown about, but the echoing laughter told anyone who tried to overhear just how unserious this entire predicament was. 

Your fingers wiped at the bottom of your chin again while tears streamed down your face from the laughter. Shouto was in a similar position, his head leaning against yours as three black seeds failed to leave his mouth and chose to stick onto his chin. 

“Imma - holy shit STOP - Imma fucking pee my pants!” you wheezed, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t Shouto right now. “You look so dumb right now!”

“Your insults mean nothing to me because you’re jealous I’m winning,” Shouto forced out, his voice wavering with his own laughter and fleeing concentration.

“Only because YOU CHEATED!” you exclaimed, your fists weakly pounding onto his arm. “Who the hell burns a watermelon seed flying in the air if not to keep me from winning?!”

“Because you took five steps closer! That’s cheating!” Shouto pointed out, the back of his hand, wiping the sheen of watermelon juice and seeds from his chin.

“Whatever, I’ll end this all right now!” you rolled your eyes, and the both of you directed your attention to the nearly empty watermelon. Almost empty, save for one part that would be enough for one last scoop.

“That’s the last of the watermelon…” Shouto spoke softly, his hand grabbing his spoon the same time you did.

“Yeah, and?” you pressed, your gaze narrowing as he lifted his spoon, moving it to push against yours.

“You were the last one to spit,” he said, trying to box you out of the melon.

Your jaw dropped, and you pressed against his again, trying to keep him from doing as he pleased. “I called it first!”

“You can’t go twice!” he pointed out, his hand wrapping around your free wrist to keep you from potentially hitting him with that arm.

“You went twice earlier!” you countered, pushing forward, leaning on with all your weight in hopes he would back off. You had to win.

“I’m the guest at your house, be better accommodating!”

Push.

“Oh yeah?! Well, ladies, first!”

Shove.

“Clearly, I am acting more ladylike right now, so it’s not you!”

But in an unequal push, you sent Shouto and you tumbling off the patio and onto the floor with a thud. Your eyes were squeezed tight as the earthy ground made contact with your back, and you sighed, knowing you hadn’t been hurt. You saw the watermelon on the floor, the last scoop of the sweet fruit ruined with dirt and grass, but you froze when you became aware of the way Shouto had landed.

His forearms were planted onto the ground by your head, his eyes wide and his mouth parted slightly. His warm and minty scent easily carried into your nose like this, and the smell of the strawberry milk still clung to his lips. Immediately your face exploded in heat, and your sight went dizzy in the situation you were in.

“...the watermelon… um, you dropped the watermelon, Todoroki,” you painfully whispered, unsure if speaking would send him away from you, acting like this didn’t just happen. 

Your beating heart was loud in your ears, almost washing out the summer day's sounds as Shouto studied you carefully before turning his head to look at the indeed ruined watermelon. Still, he made no attempt to move off from on top of you.

“We can go buy some more in a bit.” 

“I… but Todoroki--” you almost shuddered, unsure as to why that simple sentence ignited something profound from within you.

“Don’t-” Shouto interrupted, his brow furrowed, and his eyes dark while he looked down. Shaking his head, your breathing stopped when his eyes met yours. There was no hesitation, no doubt, and something you never knew you would see in his eyes: adoration. “Shouto. Call me, Shouto.”

“Shouto…” you breathed out, the sound of his name on your tongue foreign yet otherworldly pleasant.

And his eyes warmed at the sound of his name, and you could do nothing when his sugary sweet lips connected with yours, pressing thoroughly and gently against yours. Today had been a mix of goods and bads. Still, the moment his lips claimed yours, everything in the world quickly faded away. There was nothing to focus on except Todoroki Shouto and the way that you would forever crave the way his tongue and kisses tasted like strawberry milk and watermelon seeds.

[tahthetrickster]

His Feet Stained Red (1.2k)

an old experimental OC short from 3 or so years ago that tumblr apparently ate so now i have to repost it. love a hellsite

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There's something about a summer evening in the backwoods of Georgia that makes a man want to settle up.

Maybe it's the nights out on the back porch, watching the neighbor kids running 'round in bare feet with Mason jars in their hands to fetch lightning bugs, admiring them at home for a night or two before they die in the jar. Maybe it's the dull, constant hum of the zapper by the porch swing, flaring up as the swarms of summertime moths take their annual Icarian flight into the light. Maybe it's the return of the little local church's Backyard Bible Clubs, the kids dusting graham cracker crumbs off sticky lips and chubby hands and finishing out the Lord's Supper with thimble-sized cups of Welch's Grape Juice.

If you asked me, I'd tell you it's the way the summer heat crashes over you when you walk out your back door, washing over every inch of bared skin in an instant. It's reminiscent of when Brother Aubrey's wife—God rest her soul—would bake bread in the cramped church kitchen, tossing a cup of water into the oven base, scalding steam curling around her bony white fingers as she shut it up again. It's the way the air itself settles on you, heavy as anything, scorching and sticky with humidity, making even drawing your breath a struggle for all the moisture. “Air you can wear,” my granny used to call it years past.

It only takes one Sunday evening of sweating through your sundress in the rickety old pews, fervently fanning yourself with your tithing envelope and cursing the busted window unit, to realize that you don't never wanna go somewhere that's hotter than this.

I reckon that's why folks are more pleasant in the summertime down here in the back end of nowhere. More willing to lend you a hand tool, or offer up a glass of sweet tea in exchange for some help out in the yard. More liable to show up to church on time, filling out the back pews but for the few aging deacons who still took the front.

More liable to try damn near anything they could to make sure they were well-respected in town. I reckon they figured it would transfer over in the end. Still not sure where on God's green earth they got that idea from. I sure don't remember my daddy ever reading that passage in the old leather-bound red-letter.

I reckon that's the reason he came up every summer. Wasn't no exception this year.

He always came up from the road that led down to the swamps, his bare feet stained red from the ruts dug into the old clay dirt road he walked on. My house—my daddy's house, before he passed some years back, God bless him—was the furthest one down that road. I suppose that's why I always saw him before anybody else did. I suppose that's why I never had much to discuss with him.

It was always an unspoken rule growing up in my daddy's house. Don't say nothing to nobody that comes up the road from the swamp if you ain't seen 'em go down into the swamp first.

He was black as night but for his feet stained red, and didn't ever have a scrap of cloth on him. If you weren't looking out for him, you might never even see him in the pitch black of the evening.

"Evening, ma'am," he called up to me as he approached. I nodded politely, leaning over the arm of the wooden rocking chair to spit into the brass jug on the floor. He stepped into the circle of my porch light and grinned up at me. Were it not for his bright white teeth and eyes the color of Georgia red clay, he'd've looked like a man-shaped hole cut out of the air. "Nice night, innit?"

I reached over to flick a spent cicada husk from the porch railing. "Yessir." I watched him for a moment, mulling over the pinch of dip held under my lip. "Hot as the Devil's own, though."

That made him throw his head back and laugh, revealing a blood-red tongue that came to a point in a mouth the color of tar. "I'm looking for work," he professed at last, still staring, still grinning. "You know how hard it is to find work these days. Reckon I could help you out some kinda way? I can do nearbout anything you need."

For an instant it seemed that the whole world went mute from the sheer intent in his voice.

"Sir." I paused for a moment, running my tongue over the packed dip thoughtfully, the only sound besides the cicadas and the nearby bullfrog the soft creak of my rocking chair on the wooden porch floor. I spat into the jug again. "Can't say that I want for much of anything, I'm afraid." I nodded at the porch stairs. "Why don't you sit a spell? Too damn hot to do much anything. Hottest damn night we've had in a while."

His smile vanished for a moment.

When it returned, it was sharper, an unnatural slant to the sides of his mouth. "You know, I believe I will."

He said nothing when he sat on the steps, simply watching me and grinning with that too-fake smile of his. I didn't say nothing neither, leaning back in my chair to enjoy a mild breeze brushing against my flushed skin. My nearest neighbor was still nearly a mile and a half back, as the crow flies, but if I strained my ears against the sounds of the evening, I could just hear the staticky twang of that old country radio station she liked to play at all hours on the wind.

I spat again. "You take dip, sir?" I was already packing the tin against my knee.

His eyes nearly glowed as I held out the open tin. The pinch he took seemed far too big, but he packed it under his lip expertly anyway and grinned broadly up at me. "For the road, then." And he stood again, far taller than he appeared to have stood before.

"Best walk on home," I advised, leaning back in my chair. "Past the witching hour now. Haints might be out to get you."

He laughed again, a jittering, hooting sound, and stooped to spit in the jug. "Soon, soon, soon. I still gotta get somebody willing to barter some work with me. Got any neighbors you wouldn’t mind pointin’ me towards?" I held his gaze evenly as I spat again. He grinned up at me, wide and feral, teeth stained with tobacco. "You're a saint, ma'am."

I waved him off. "Just as much a sinner as the rest of us." I ran my tongue over my dip again, watching him carefully. "Some of us more’n others."

He hooted with delighted laughter, thanked me again, and went off down the road, heading on his usual pilgrimage down the old dirt street towards town, his feet stained red in the night, leaving no sign he’d ever been by but for the shallow cloven prints in the Georgia red clay.

[1kook]

baecation

Jeon Jeongguk x (F) Reader

summary⥗“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart. tags⥗richboy!jk, -3 knowledge of how vacations work, domestic love!!!, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, fingering, jk’s white ass cheeks mention wc⥗5.9k u ever randomly get inspired for the first time in 2 months and write a whole fic in one night anyway enjoy

There were many perks to dating the heir of your city’s top conglomerate, the endless showering of gifts being one of them, but your favorite thing about your boyfriend wasn’t his overflowing pockets or his secure future, but the lovesick look in his eyes when you told him how much you loved him.

Jeongguk was an enigma.

He was born to be the stereotypical rich boy that authors of teen fiction could only dream of, his looks suitable for magazine covers and his brains destined for top-notch universities. His bloodline was carefully crafted by generations before him, every marriage carefully planned and executed with the ultimate goal to preserve their place in society as apex predators. In fact, Jeongguk’s entire life had been one big script his family had carefully pushed him along, from the fencing classes he took to the hiring of the nation’s best nannies to care for him, all subtle enough for him to not complain but demanding enough that he knew what was going on.

The only thing they hadn’t planned in Jeongguk’s life was him meeting you.

They had never planned for him to meet some middle-class girl, who was definitely not an heiress to any particular company or celebrity of any level, just some random girl he had accidentally bumped into leaving a charity event at the local community park. They hadn’t planned for his long, gangly arms to knock your phone out of your hand, or send it tumbling into the lake as you both watched on in horror. It was only after the quiet plop of water registered in both your ears that you had whirled on him, half of you in shock and the other in fury.

Jeongguk was, as previously stated, handed everything on a silver platter. His parents hardly bothered with teaching him how to do things. He barely understood how to work a washing machine, because all of that was done for him by other people. At the moment, he didn’t have to bother with taking an entrance exam to the best university this side of the country because he knew his parents would pay for the entire thing out of pocket. He especially didn’t ever have to worry about what to do when random girls scolded him in public sight, because frankly, it would never happen.

Yet here he was, completely startled as you told him to watch where he was going, and to learn how to apologize to people when you’ve done something wrong. He’d never had someone of a lower status than him treat him so aggressively before, and when you pause to catch your breath all he can stumble out is that he’ll replace your phone, he’ll even buy you the best model, what was your number so his people could reach out to you again?

The last sentence has you groaning in frustration, as you pointed furiously towards the lake, because how on earth was he supposed to contact you when your phone was 20 feet below surface level?!

After another fifteen minutes of you continuing your verbal rampage against him, the entirety of it which he’d spent fending off his security guard and his assistant (both who’d been appalled that he’d willingly let this peasant swear and curse at him) as he stared at you in awe.

When you finally calmed down and he’d offered to take you to the Starbucks across the street to figure out the details of your phone replacement, he’s surprised to find out your normal disposition is nothing like the one you’d first shown him. In fact, you’re rather sheepish and embarrassed at the coffee shop, albeit still a little upset with him for trashing your phone.

After you’ve finished nailing out the little details of your phone replacement, which included you hesitantly giving him your address, he leaves right away. He’s sad to leave so soon, having become completely enthralled with your entire being in the thirty minutes he’s come to know you, that he finds himself hopelessly staring out of the backseat of the Benz as he travels back to his upscale apartment in the heart of the city. He hopes you don’t forget him so soon.

To say you’re surprised to see a package on your doorstep the next morning is an understatement. You remember every online purchase you make, and if memory serves you right, you hadn’t made one in the past month to warrant its arrival today. After glancing down both ends of your hall, you tug the mystery package inside.

In hindsight you probably should have been more cautious of the entire situation, but part of you was extremely curious to see what brought this surprise on. After tugging the tape off and shuffling through the packing peanuts you’re met with a sleek box for the hottest and most expensive phone right now, a pink bow carefully tied around to secure a note.

One of our guard’s fished around the lake for the phone I misplaced and managed to retrieve the memory card. I hope you won’t mind the new contact I added.

Best,

Jeon Jeongguk

And thus was the start of your love story.

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You’re wondering if Jeongguk’s sudden idea was truly a spur of the moment epiphany or another ploy for him to get out of going to the ball his father had planned at the end of this month. You’ve come to learn in the last two years that despite his perfect boy aura, he was quite the impulsive shithead. Eitherway, you know he would have invited you to wherever he was going, and if he hadn’t, his mother would have shipped you a gown from her favorite designer and asked you to drag him there.

As it stands, it’s not a fancy ball you’re preparing for this time around, but a luxurious spring break in the Bahamas, away from school and family and anything to ruin your mood for the next week. You’d just finished your midterms when he bursts into your dorm room, demanding you pack your bags, baby, we’re going to the beach! Evidently, it was not the local beach you were going to. No, the ‘beach’ Jeongguk had referred to was one he conveniently forgot to mention was an entire plane ride away. It wasn’t until he returned later that same day to usher you off to the airport that he realizes how sorely under packed you are.

So now here you were, frantically cramming a week’s worth of cute, summer-y clothes into the only suitcase you own, running back and forth from your closet to the suitcase to the desk where you kept all your beauty products and shower essentials, while your boyfriend ate one of your granola bars on your bed.

“You better not get any crumbs on the bed, you know I hate finding them later,” you scold, not even bothering to look at him as you stuff all your makeup into a small bag.

Jeongguk snorts. “You won’t even be sleeping here for a week, babe,” he says, voice calm and relaxed in the way only someone who’s already done packing can be. The only consolation to your current state was that Jeongguk had booked his family’s private jet, so you really couldn’t be late to a flight only the two of you would be on.

You turn around with a hand on your hip, giving him the same unimpressed look you always do when he’s being unreasonable. “I’m sure the mice you’re attracting will keep it warm for me.” He rolls his eyes, finishing off his snack and then making a big show of patting down your creaky mattress to rid it of any granola crumbs.

He’s settled back into the bed when he speaks again. “Take the orange crop top you bought from Forever 21 last month, it makes your boobs looks amazing.”

You tuck your socks and undergarments against the suitcase’s inner pocket. “Oh right, ‘cause that’s a priority right now.” You don’t wanna tell him it’s already folded against your other clothes because you, too, think it makes your boobs look amazing.

You hear the rustling of the bed sheets once more, before you see his long legs come to a rest around you, arms wrapping around your waist to watch you ruffle through the clothing you already have. “Not my fault my girl’s got a nice set on her.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you beg, reaching over to your pile of haphazardly thrown shorts and skirts to fold some more into your luggage. You’re careful of not moving far enough away that his arms would dislodge from their embrace. “We could have been halfway to the Bahamas right now if someone bothered to plan things ahead of time and not last minute as a means to get out of a charity ball.”

Jeongguk groans, letting his head fall forward to rest against your back, his soft breath leaving your back warm through your t-shirt. “Can’t a guy just steal his girlfriend away to the Bahamas for a week to avoid the overwhelming stress of life, and maybe choke on some exotic shrimp while she chokes on his di—”

“Get off of me, you pervert!”

The second you step foot on the archipelago that is the gem of the resort world, it’s about seven thousand degrees hotter than it was back home, and the sweat on the back of your neck can attest to that. The jet ride here had been pretty fun, it being your first experience flying private, but also flying in general. Jeongguk had kept you entertained both on the take off and landing, lips kissing down every inch of your neck with a promise for more later.

Well, it was later now, and the need to be sated was still present, something you’re not quite sure your boyfriend was aware of. Jeongguk was like that. Forgetful as fuck. The only reason he ever got anything done was because he had that assistant of his practically glued to his hip at every moment of the day, breathing down his neck every task he needed to complete. If it was up to Jeongguk, and Jeongguk alone, things would get done at a very slow pace.

But you were nothing like your boyfriend, and you suppose it’s why you two go together so well. While he put things to the side, you needed everything to be done right away and fast. Which is why you find yourself pulling him away from the scuba diving kiosk in an effort to check into your high-end cottage away from all the tourist hub.

“Babeee,” he whines, almost forgetting his luggage for the nth time, not used to actually having to haul his things by himself. “We could have seen the reef! You know, where all the fish are at? Where Nemo lives.”

“Uh huh, that’s nice,” you say, finding the driver Jeongguk’s assistant (bless his uptight, perfectionist ass) had booked for your arrival. “But we need to check in first and make sure our rental is all good.”

He seems miffed about the fact people actually have to do that, and had it not been his status as a trust-fund baby funding this entire trip, you would have liked to sock him right in the nose. But he’s your boyfriend and you’re used to his somewhat clueless ways by now, so you let it go.

You don’t know what you expected his assistant to rent out for you guys, but it certainly wasn’t the swanky beach house your driver pulls up to. It’s carefully secluded from the other houses around it, a high hedge-turned-fence surrounding the private yard. It hides a decent sized pool, a few lawn-chairs, and a hot tub from the public beach down below. The house itself is marvelous, complete with multiple bedrooms, two baths, and the most luxurious kitchen you’ve ever seen in a beach house.

“Oh,” you say upon stepping out of the car, mouth agape as you take in the sight of your accommodation for the next few days.

A pair of hands snake around your waist before carefully coming to rest above your navel. Jeongguk presses a gentle kiss to your temple, murmuring, “all for you, princess.” The waves crashing against the beach below are miniscule compared to the sudden blossoming of warmth in your chest.

“Shut up,” you shyly whine, turning around to envelope him in your arms. Your need for him and his body fades at the breathtaking sight behind you, and you find yourself forgetting about it completely as you venture around the house.

It’s the same day when you decide to go out into the yard and tan for a bit. Jeongguk had went in for a nap, a little tired from keeping you entertained on the long flight, because he’d stayed awake even when you fell asleep just in case you woke up scared. You don’t try to discourage him, watching him snuggle into the king mattress as you shuffle around for your bikini.

You’re absentmindedly applying another layer of sunscreen to your face, sunglasses pushed onto the top of your head. You’re completely enveloped by thoughts of your boyfriend, of how he could have easily ran off to the Bahamas alone (he went to Moscow last November on a trip to ‘find himself’), but he’d elected to whisk you off with him.

You tuck your AirPods—another gift from him—into your ears before finally settling into the comfort of a lounge chair, the sun’s rays beating down on you full force. It feels wonderful being away from everything you know with the comfort of returning. You’d always dreamt of visiting such places as a teenager, the presence of a lover or not, but now you truly got to live out those fantasies with Jeongguk.

He was a dream.

It’s about thirty minutes into your session when you register the sound of the sliding door, and you crack one eye open to see your refreshed boyfriend wandering into the backyard in a pair of swimming trunks and a goofy look on his face. “Oh, pardon me, I didn’t know such women came to the public pool,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes, not that he sees through the shades protecting you. “Don’t you dare try to roleplay with me, weirdo.”

He cackles, before somersaulting into the pool, and you find yourself squealing at the splash he makes. He disappears for a second under the water, but then pops back up at the ledge closest to you. “Come on, don’t be a pussy. Play along and maybe we’ll go to the spa tomorrow morning,” he offers.

“Fine.” You decide to join him, but not because the spa.

Jeongguk laughs at your petulant tone of voice, before sprawling out to float across the surface of the pool. “Great, so here’s what I was thinking. Me, the rich middle-aged husband coming here strictly for business. And you, the shy darling relaxing by the pool with her girlfriends who are all pushing her to go talk to me.”

“Sounds perfect, except for the part where I’m actually the sly minx coming here to scam a rich college boy out of his money, luring him into the most pleasurable sex he’s ever had, before ghosting him for all eternity and leaving him forever waiting for someone like me to come into his life again,” you propose.

Jeongguk blinks. “Wow, that sounded so realistic. You’re either really good at this, or… I should be worried,” he playfully accuses, before throwing over a gesture that says im watching you. You laugh.

“Just keep swimming, rich boy.”

He does as you tell him, playing in the water as you tune back into the music drifting into your ears. You’re about done tanning the front side of your body, and flip over to make sure your backside catches the rays as well. You set your sunglasses off to the side, and when you look back for them they’re adorning Jeongguk’s silly face as he doggy paddles around the donut floaty he found.

“Untie your top, dumby. Unless you want those ugly tan lines,” Jeongguk calls out in that brash tone of his. You flip him the bird, before sitting up in a very Ariel-esque pose to glance around your private yard.

As if sensing your hesitation, Jeongguk paddles over to your side, leveling you with an unimpressed look. “These bushes are as tall as a door, and there’s no one around for the next half mile, babe. Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.”

He truly knew the way to your heart.

You untie the knots at your back and your neck, carefully laying back down to get that perfect tan Jeongguk was talking about. Admittedly, you do feel a bit better knowing you won’t return home with noticeable tan lines, and that much is enough to have your topless self blissfully relaxing.

Your soundtrack is the playlist you had collected on the plane ride, occasionally joined by the splashing Jeongguk makes as he moves around the pool, and before you know it, your timer is ringing to let you know it’s time to flip over again. This time, you’re less hesitant about shedding your top, breasts bare to the sky as you throw the top over your eyes (guess where your sunglasses still where).

You hear a wolf whistle from the other side of the yard, and catch sight of Jeongguk sitting at the edge of the pool. His skin is glistening from the water, the sun enveloping him in its warmth. He’d been outside for a shorter time than you but somehow he’d accumulated a darker color faster. The sun loved him like no other. He’s pushing himself to his feet when he catches your gaze, mischievous smirk twisting his features as he rounds the pool.

“Didn’t know this was a nude beach,” he says, and you curse your body for the way it reacts to the sight of his messy hair and tone abdomen. Your nipples harden embarrassingly and you can’t even hide them.

“Tired already?” You muse instead, hoping he doesn’t comment on the state of your breasts. “Tired after a plane ride, tired after swimming. Didn’t know I was dating an old man.”

“Har har,” he says in a monotone voice, and you can’t help the curl of a smile at beating him at his own playful ways. He stops in front of you, and your expression is knocked clean off when the water droplets clinging to his body fall onto your warm skin.

“Jeongguk!” You whine, pushing him away with your foot in a valiant effort to save yourself from the cold water. If anything, your actions end up bringing your demise as he catches your ankle in his hand.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tuts, bending your leg upward only to place his knee where it once was. He ducks down to tower over you, your continuous squealing only bringing an evil smile to his face. “What did we say about tan lines?”

You push him away, groaning in defeat as his hair drips even more water onto your skin. “I took the top off, what now?”

He glances down, and for a moment, you’re confused as to what he sees that you don’t. You're only met with the sight of your yellow bikini bottom preserving the last of your dignity.

You scoff. “You’re kidding.”

Much to your chagrin, he’s not.

“You’re on one of the nicest islands in the world, staying in a private home with fences tall enough to stop Bigfoot from looking in, and you’re gonna tan with your bikini bottoms on? You’re ridiculous.”

You shove his shoulder, before resigning yourself to getting soaked by him as he shuffles around to squish you under his weight. “You’re ridiculous for thinking I’d be outside without any clothes on!”

He snorts against your shoulder, long arms moving around until he has one somewhat curled beneath you. “Nah. You are.”

“Don’t start with me, Jeon.”

He shifts again to look you in the eye. “Come on, ___. You’re really gonna get tan lines when you could avoid them?”

You roll yours eyes. “You couldn’t get me to go outside completely naked for a million bucks, baby.” The beginning of a grin curls around his lips. “Don’t even think about it.”

This brings a laugh out of him, before he’s laying back down to kiss your neck. “You’re silly.” All you can really hope for now is that him laying on top of you won’t give you an even worse tan line.

Just when you think he’s given up on his quest to have you completely naked outside, you feel the slightest tug on the tie holding your bikini in place, slapping your hand down on his as if he were a pesky fly. “Fine!” He huffs, rolling off you to jump back into the water. “I hope everyone sees your uneven tan.”

“No one would see a tan line on my coochie, Jeon,” you remind him, flinching when he decides to cannonball into the water right beside you, sprinkling you in another round of water pellets.

He emerges from the clear water a moment later, paddling to the ledge beside you to flick more water your way. “I will,” he retorts. “When I got you bent over tomorrow morning.”

You don’t hesitate to fling your bikini top his way, the yellow fabric smacking him across the face. “In that case, you should take those shorts off, because I certainly don’t wanna have to look at your pasty thighs.”

“You love my milky thighs,” he hums, traversing the length of the pool for his donut floaty again.

“Milky?”

Your tiny quarrel ends there, Jeongguk soon becoming too immersed in competing against himself in a breath-holding contest to bother you any longer. He’s adorable like this, cheeks puffed out like Mrs. Puff every time his head pops out of the water, that you almost forget to flip over when your timer rings again.

It’s in the midst of your repositioning that you dare take a peak beneath your bottoms. Much to your disdain, there is a growing disparity between the skin beneath your swimsuit and the skin around it. Nothing too bad, but if you were to lay out as long as you planned, it’d become embarrassingly noticeable. Your breasts had been saved from any differences thanks to Jeongguk’s early warning, and you begin wondering if shedding your bottoms would inflate his already huge ego.

No matter, you discreetly unknot the ties securing your bottoms, hoping he won’t notice from across the yard as you carefully slip them off.

You make quick work of laying on your stomach again, your ass finally catching some rays after being covered for so long. You won’t lie, there’s an unexpected wave of comfort that comes with being bare outside, your entire body wonderfully enveloped by the sun’s beaming rays. You snuggle into the lounge chair’s cushions as you nearly reach nirvana.

Your blissful state is ruined not even ten minutes later when the sound of Jeongguk’s heavy splashing comes closer and closer. It’s not until you hear the splat of his wet feet against the pavement that you realize you’re in trouble.

There’s a playful smack against your ass, and you yelp in surprise. “Jeon!” You whine, instantly sitting up on your forearms to narrow your eyes at him. He’s flashing you that playful grin of his as he plops down beside you, not even having to ask you to move over because you do so subconsciously

“Knew you’d give in eventually,” he sighs, leaning back on his palms as he tries to catch his breath. You decide to give up on your dreams of having a peaceful tanning session, turning around to face your glistening boyfriend.

“What do you want for lunch?” You ask instead, running a hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, rolling your shoulders around to get some movement back into them. He shrugs, slithering his way up the cushions to squish himself beside you. It’s a tight fit, but he makes it easier by throwing your leg over his middle.

“Probably some good food in the little village a mile from here. Could probably walk there too.” You hum in agreement, snuggling into his side. You’ve long since gotten over the coldness of his skin, cheek pressed against his chest. He’s got a hand on your lower back, partially to hold you close but also to stop you from rolling off the chair.

Right as your snoozing off, so wonderfully warm beneath the sun and comfortable in your birthday suit, you feel a pair of fingers brush against the backside of your thigh, and then ghost over your exposed pussy.

“You’re despicable,” you murmur, tweaking his nipple between your fingers. Jeongguk snickers, shifting you around so you’re mostly on top of him now, your awakened core pressed against his thigh.

“C’mon, princess,” he goads, running a pair of moist fingers along your thigh again, trying to carefully coax you into doing what he wants. Most things, you now realize, tend to go Jeongguk’s way regardless of other factors. “No one’ll hear us out here.”

“But what if someone does,” you point out, always the voice of reason when it comes to Jeongguk’s ideas. “We could get in trouble, Guk. I don’t know…”

“In trouble for what?” Is his smart rebuttal, shuffling beneath you so you can finally feel the swollen cock hiding beneath his swimming trunks. “Enjoying ourselves in our own home? Oh, the terror.” Upon seeing the uncertainty that still clings to your features, he drops the somewhat cocky attitude to press a kiss to your nose. “It’s all good, princess,” he soothes, ducking down to caress the side of your face with his cherried lips. “If anything, I’ll just bribe our way out of any trouble.”

“Ugh,” you groan, melting into him as you finally give in. “I hate when you say that.”

Jeongguk snuffles a laugh against your jaw, maneuvering the two of you around until you’re laid flat against the cushion with him hovering over you. “When I say what?” He teases. “That my wallet is as fat as my cock?”

You roll your eyes, untying the knot he’d done at the front of his shorts. “Get that fat cock of yours out before I change my mind.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he complies, setting one foot on the floor to push his shorts down, until you’re met with the sight of his stark thighs. You cackle, and his arrogant smirk is wiped off as he glances down at his two-toned legs.

“What happened to getting the perfect tan?” You sneer, tapping a finger against his muscled thighs. “Don’t tell me your ass is this white, too.”

He huffs in annoyance, before reclaiming his spot between your legs again, tugging you down until your cores are pressed together. “Shut up.” You do as he says, words catching in your throat at the feeling of his engorged cock brushing against your wet folds.

His slips a hand down to languidly toy with your folds, his fingers slightly pruny from all the time he spent in the water. It feels a little weird, but any complaints you may have had are wiped away when he nudges your bud with the tip of his pointer finger. You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders at the sudden stimulation against your core. “Ohh,” you sigh, eyes rolling backwards.

“Feel good?” He checks, eyes trained on your expressions, lips unconsciously puckering to kiss you, even with your writhing beneath him. You let out a high-pitched mewl, much to your embarrassment, cheeks flushed warm from the sun and his ministrations. You nod belatedly.

He lets his wandering hands carry on, carefully travelling across the entirety of your folds. He knows your body like no other, so familiar with the dips and curves, that it’s impossible for him to not immediately locate your g-spot upon plunging his fingers inside you. “G-Guk!” you cry out, hands falling to grip at his biceps.

He presses a kiss to your throat. “That’s it, baby, lemme hear you,” he murmurs, and subtly presses his cock to the inside of your thigh. “Looked so delicious out here,” he sighs, and it’s as if he’s talking to himself. “Wanted to fuck your pretty little pussy from the second I stepped outside.”

Your back arches beneath him at a particular scissor of his fingers, another whine caught in your throat. “Want you so bad,” you whimper, reaching a hand up to tangle in his dark locks. You use the leverage to pull his lips towards yours, meeting in a frantic crash that has you whining against him even more.

His tongue slips past your lips, subduing yours when you try the same on him, and you almost choke on the excess saliva pooling in your mouth. Right before you can, he pulls back in favor of trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Your eyes flutter open, and you meet his own dark gaze.

“Ready?” He huffs, pulling his fingers out from within you. They’re shiny with your slick, almost as wet as they’d been when he was swimming earlier. You nod, dazed from all the pleasure he was giving you, that you can’t do more but spread your legs for him. He leans back on his knees, lining himself up with your hole.

You’d long since eliminated condoms from your relationship with Jeongguk, your trust in each other overwhelmingly so. Besides, you were still on the pill, and Plan B existed, so you never really worried about slipping up and accidentally getting yourself pregnant. Although there were times when he’d go overboard, stuffing you with his cum until you feel bloated, you’d never gotten pregnant before, so you wouldn’t begin to worry now.

Just the idea of feeling him in his entirety has you salivating, needy hands reaching out to grasp any part of him you can reach. Jeongguk snickers at your desperate ways, knotting his fingers with yours before pressing them to the cushion beneath you, the other gripping onto your thigh to keep your legs spread.

The second his tip pushes through the initial tightness, your mouth drops open, indecipherable noises escaping you. “J-Jeon,” you cry, chest heaving at the sudden intrusion.

“Relax for me, princess,” he huffs, just as out of it as you. Your body feels like it’s ascended, Jeongguk’s cock slowly pushing in further with each breath you take. It doesn’t take much longer for him to completely bottom out, the warm skin of his thighs pressing against you.

You’re like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as your body slowly assimilates to the feeling of being so absolutely full. It’s not until Jeongguk subtly shifts his weight onto his other leg that you give him the green light to start fucking you.

You moan, the first few thrusts hitting against every sweet spot inside you. “God, you’re so fucking big,” you heave, clenching around him just to feel the drag of his cock against your walls.

Jeongguk chuckles through his own pants, the fingers entwined with yours becoming impossibly tighter. “You’re too good for me,” he sighs, hauling your thigh further up his forearm until its resting in the crease of his elbow. The positioning allows his strokes to go deeper. You cry out, squirming beneath him with each thrust he gives.

“Oh fuck,” you cry wantonly when he plunges deeper into you, the water that decorated his skin long having been replaced by the sweat clinging to him. Your eyes flutter shut and you’re left only listening to the sounds of you, Jeongguk, and the ocean waves beneath you. “I love you,” you whimper.

Jeongguk grunts, ducking down to kiss you again, his hips not once slowing down. “Love you too, princess,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you,” he groans, puncuating his statement with a brutal thrust of his cock into you. “Gonna buy you that pretty Valentino bag when we get back, I promise,” he adds, picking up his pace.

You whine, “You don’t have to, Jeon, I—”

He cuts you off, “and that silver Audi you liked at the car show last winter,” he rambles on, seemingly clueless to your protest. “A-And maybe that Louis Vuttion coat that brings out the color in your eyes—”

“I saw the same one at H&M,” you interrupt, swiveling your hips upwards to meet his thrusts. He chokes out a laugh.

“Shut up and just let me spoil you,” he groans, and then seemingly forgets what else he was planning on buying you as he focuses his complete attention on helping you reach your orgasm.

With his focus solely on that, you find the burning feeling in your lower abdomen grow tenfold, voice becoming more annoying with each moan and whine you give. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his thrusts sending tingles up and down your spine. He peppers kisses down your chest, each touch leaving your skin scorching.

Time seems to slow when the coil in your stomach finally snaps, an embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips as your body spasms beneath him. “Oh, Jeongguk,” you sigh, falling limp on the lounge chair as he continues chasing his high.

He pulls out soon enough, giving his cock a few tugs before he’s spurting his come across your lower abdomen, leaning back to admire his masterpiece. He’s panting afterwards, and the backyard feels eerily quiet as you both just gaze at each other with goofy smiles on your faces.

The romantic aura is ruined when he feels the need to say, “hey, maybe now my ass won’t be so white.”

“Fuck, you look sexy,” he murmurs when the instructor finally turns around, leaving Jeongguk to gawk at your body in the tight wetsuit provided. “Gonna fuck you so good tonight.”

“Shut up,” you blush, trying to stop your eyes from violating your boyfriend’s disgustingly gorgeous body in the matching wetsuit he wears. “We’ll get kicked out of the group, Guk.”

He rolls his eyes. “I could have rented the whole place out for us, but someone thought scuba diving with the other corny tourists would be fun.”

You flick his forehead. “You don’t have to buy out every building we go to,” you remind him, memories of this morning’s completely empty breakfast bar flickering to attention. “Besides, I wouldn’t have let you fuck me tonight anyway.”

He scoffs at your claim. “Please, you would have begged me, ___.”

You hit him with the wide end of your swimming fin, then have to apologize to the instructor for your horseplay, much to Jeongguk’s amusement. You narrow your eyes at him, following the rest of the group out onto the boardwalk leading to the boat. “Find me a Nemo, and we’ll do it in the beach cabana.”

Jeongguk’s lips twists into the most devious smirk you’ve ever seen, and he smacks your ass as he runs ahead of you. You yelp, just as he turns to face you just as he nears the group. “Has anyone seen my son?”

[artificialqueens]

Whiskey Girls, Chapter 1 (Branjie) - Mac

AN: Hi hi! So this is a little thing I’ve been working on for a bit! Thanks to Meggie for betaing and being a gem of a human. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Brooke plays lead guitar in an all-female rock band. Vanessa owns the local bar in the tiny town of Walls, Mississippi. It’s the late 60s and it’s hotter than hell.

The oppressive heat and small town backdrop act as the perfect set for their chance encounter.

The summer of ‘68 brought record high temperatures to the Mississippi Delta, Desoto County ranking among the top ten hottest places in the US that year. Temperatures reached upwards of 110 degrees for two straight weeks.

But if you asked any local, they would tell you the same: it’s not the heat that gets you, it’s the humidity.

…

Rolling up into the little town of Walls, Brooke smiled instinctively, the small town ambiance reminding her of her own upbringing in a little community on the outskirts of Ontario. Though to be fair, Walls had that southern American flair that not many other places could boast. In that, it was ridiculously hot and housed a maximum population of 3,000.

This was made evident by the lack of buildings, or maybe Brooke had just gotten used to the bustling city streets of Los Angeles. Even after only a few month’s residence in the city, she had already become accustomed to the fast-paced nature of life there.

It was oddly refreshing when their tour bus pulled up to the only motel in town, the age stains on the outside of the establishment calming in their simplicity. The garish aqua of the doors clashed with the faded rust-red window trimmings, making the whole layout horrendously outdated.

But Victoria Motel stood proudly in its place, not looking a day over ancient.

Brooke liked it that way.

She and her fellow bandmates piled out of the bus, bags thrown over their shoulders, as they headed toward the small office just off the collection of rooms.

Nina went in and got their room keys, as was customary after they sent Yvie in a few stops ago and got the cops called on them. They were even deeper in the south now and attracted enough attention as an all-female rock band as it was, they didn’t need any more trouble.

As the group stumbled down the long corridor, dragging their feet in their exhaustion, Brooke chanced a look around, noting vending and ice machines just past the farthest room. She felt sweat on the back of her neck begin to slide down her spine, slipping down each vertebra with every step she took. As more sweat began to prick at her hairline, Brooke was faced with a hard truth, the heat was inescapable.

They had barely unlocked the door to room 138 when Yvie launched herself onto the only bed in the rundown room.

“Dibs,” she mumbled against the off-white comforter.

Nina just rolled her eyes and looked to Brooke who shrugged. They both turned in time to see Scarlet get a running start from the door and launch herself on top of Yvie, the younger of the two shrieked at the sudden weight on top of her.

Nina and Brooke just backed away slowly, content to let the pair fight it out.

They walked a few steps over to the adjacent room, pushing open the door with a bit of extra force as it stuck to the frame initially.

They surveyed their home for the next few weeks.

The walls were a drab sort of yellow that was patchy in some places, exposing the much rougher green pigment beneath it. The comforter on the bed looked worn in the middle.

But Brooke set her things down anyway, her precious guitar in the far corner of the room next to the bathroom. Nina smiled when she wasn’t looking.

The older woman stretched out on the uncomfortable-looking bed as Brooke turned around.

“You hungry?”

Nina shook her head.

“You about to pass out?”

Nina nodded, letting her eyes drift shut.

Brooke smiled softly to herself before turning to look at the still-open door to their room. “Well, I’m gonna go look around the town a bit.”

Nina pried one knowing eye open. “I knew you would.”

Brooke wiped at the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Go on.” Nina nodded toward the door.

Brooke gave her oldest friend an appreciative smile before shutting the door behind her quietly.

Brooke breathed in the hot Mississippi air, and a part of her felt like it never left her lungs. She walked down a few dirt roads before coming upon a paved street that led to what she presumed to be the heart of the town.

There was a collection of storefronts: a hair shop, a grocery store, and a municipal building all shared one edifice. Across the street was a drugstore and hardware shop. Each local business named after presumable residents of Walls.

Brooke continued walking down the sidewalk, noting the smattering of flyers on a bookstore front.

She came to the end of the street to find a bustling diner and the town’s local bar, Vanjie’s.

It was a bit run down, looked a bit like a barn, felt every bit what Brooke had expected from the small town.

The cheery music and boisterous conversations that could be heard just outside the establishment filled Brooke with surprising calm. The windows were wide open. They had to be with the Mississippi heat being what it was. But they also allowed the combination of music and conversation to flow freely out to her, drawing Brooke closer.

The well-worn wooden steps creaked as Brooke ascended them. The crisp summer night air brushed against her cheeks, and she smiled instinctively as warm light spilled out of the building and across her form.

She pushed open the door, noting the chime of the bell above her head.

The bar was crowded, but not overly so. Locals were gathered in groups around tables or waiting in line for pool. Brooke eyed an unused dartboard in the far corner next to the bar.

But what really caught Brooke’s attention was the pretty girl tending said bar.

She had her head thrown back in a raucous laugh that beat and echoed against the dark wood walls. Brooke found herself helplessly pulled closer to the gorgeous woman, whose chocolate brown eyes and wavy dark hair framed her face almost angelically.

Brooke pulled up a stool, the rough wood scratching against the floor.

The woman didn’t notice her at first, enthralled by an older man’s outrageous facial expressions coupled with his wide sweeping gestures.

Brooke watched for a while, as the pretty brunette gave laugh after laugh to the poor soul.

She only noticed Brooke’s presence when the man she had been paying so much attention to nodded in her direction. The bartender thanked him with a gentle hand that lingered a bit too long, before making her way over to Brooke’s side of the bar, sidling up and leaning across the counter.

“Haven’t seen you ‘round before,” the woman drawled, her accent thick, but not strong enough to overpower her words.

Brooke looked up from where she had been fiddling with the corner of a napkin, and god the bartender was even more beautiful up close.

“No, you wouldn’t have,” she mused.

“Just passin’ through?”

Brooke smiled to herself. “My band is on tour. We’re making a stop here for a few weeks.”

“Oh, you in a band?” The woman raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to impress me?” she teased.

Brooke chuckled and looked down to fiddle with the napkin again. “No, but I play guitar.”

“And why’s that impressive?”

Brooke glanced back up with a devilish smirk. “It means I know how to use my fingers.”

Usually, when Brooke came on strong to women they did one of two things, they either melted on the spot or rejected her without another word.

But this woman, this gorgeously fascinating woman, just whistled high and shook her head knowingly. “You sound like trouble.”

“You seem the type to like trouble,” Brooke shot back.

The pretty bartender hummed noncommittally, but the corner of her mouth quirked up, which Brooke counted as a win.

She smiled and eased back in her seat, mind suddenly swimming with possibilities.

It wasn’t often that she came across other people like her. The world was changing, albeit at a glacial pace, but it was changing. Still, setting foot on southern soil always made unease pool in Brooke’s stomach. The constant worry, and even fear at times was crippling.

But for some reason this girl seemed to ease that nagging. She made Brooke feel brave.

“What can I get you to drink, Miss Famous Guitar Player?”

“An old fashioned.”

The woman smiled to herself before nodding and turning away.

Brooke watched her walk, openly admiring the view.

She knew she was being ballsy. More reckless than she probably should be seeing as they were in rural Mississippi. But she couldn’t seem to help herself, the charm practically rolling off her tongue of its own free will.

And who was she to deny herself?

When the pretty girl flirted back.

Brooke let her eyes stay fixed on the bartender as she made her way over to the unoccupied dartboard in the corner, beginning to fire shot after shot against the board.

The woman came over to place Brooke’s drink down on the table behind her, and much to Brooke’s surprise, she sat down at said table and propped her feet up on the stool across from her, eyes never leaving the dartboard.

Brooke soon learned her name was Vanessa and she owned the place. Brooke thought she was awfully young to be a business owner, but Vanessa didn’t elaborate. She got up every now and then to top off drinks and keep everything running smoothly, but she always came back to watch Brooke throw dart after dart against the board.

She didn’t say much, only made discontented noises under her breath when Brooke messed up a throw.

After one particularly lousy shot, Vanessa stood up with a huff, her irritation reaching a boiling point. The stool scraping against the floor set Brooke’s nerves alight, but she stood her ground, watching from over her shoulder as Vanessa took three confident steps forward so she was practically flush against Brooke’s back. The younger woman’s hands moved almost in slow motion up toward Brooke’s shoulders.

Her eyes flicked upward in that suspended moment in time, question clear in the dark brown orbs.

‘Is this okay?’

Brooke nodded dumbly, surprising herself with how much she suddenly craved skin to skin contact.

Vanessa smiled, and time moved normally once again as her shorter arm ran the length of Brooke’s outstretched hand, wrapping loosely around Brooke’s that held the dart.

“You gotta line yo’ hand up with the center.” Her breath tickled the base of Brooke’s neck, sending pleasant shivers down to her toes.

Brooke did her best to focus, her mind feeling hazy as Vanessa’s warm exhales beat against her already overheated skin.

“Keep lookin’ at the center,” she instructed. “Don’t look away.”

Brooke focused, lining up her shot with Vanessa’s steady hand as a guide. She breathed in and out slowly, steadying her suddenly racing heartbeat.

Vanessa led her hand slightly back toward their faces.

“One. Two. Three.”

Brooke turned her head just the slightest bit at the last second and the dart went flying, landing with a resounding thud just off center of the bullseye.

“You looked away!” The bartender exclaimed, eyes wide, one hand planted firmly on a hip.

“I couldn’t help it!” Brooke threw her hands up dramatically. “You’re too pretty. It’s distracting.”

Vanessa chuckled and shook her head disbelievingly, “I dunno where you come from, but down here you ain’t talk to another girl like that.”

“Well, where I come from you don’t blush like that unless you’re interested.”

Vanessa bit the inside of her cheek to hide a smile.

Brooke made no attempt to hide hers.

The two women stared at each other for a beat, letting the past few minutes wash over them, getting lost in it.

“I gotta get back to work,” Vanessa finally said, cutting into silence.

Brooke nodded, making no attempt to stop her.

Vanessa lingered a moment, seemingly torn about what to say. She shook her head and made to get back to the bar, but stopped a second later.

She turned back to Brooke. “You’ll come back tomorrow, yeah?”

“Was that a question or a request?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Brooke chuckled and nodded her head. Yes. She would come back tomorrow

…

As Vanessa locked up the bar for the night, she found her mind kept drifting back to the beautiful blonde stranger. Her long legs and bright blue eyes and her incessant flirting that Vanessa really should have put a stop to sooner.

She still wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t. If anyone else had been half as brazen as the woman, Vanessa would have kicked them to the curb without a second thought.

But for some reason, the playful smile at Vanessa’s lips wouldn’t abate.

No matter how much she wanted it to.

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This”

One morning in the summer of 1997, you were asleep in a bed, having such a splendid, wonderful dream.

What was the dream?

Shawn Michaels posed for Playgirl magazine again, but this issue was different.

In this issue, Shawn actually showed his penis, much like Peter Steele from Type O Negative did when he posed for Playgirl in 1995.

And the Shawn that posed for Playgirl in this dream was Shawn in 1997, who was even hotter and sexier than he was in 1996.

You were enjoying this dream you were having, how couldn't you? This was nearly every woman's sexual fantasy, especially for women who watch the WWF.

You're pretty sure women have had dreams like this in their sleep and maybe even have had things

Despite that you were asleep, it felt like your pussy wanted to release something, like it was getting wetter and wetter.

And pretty soon, yup, it did release something alright.

You came in your sleep, your clitoris pounding and throbbing immediately after you came.

Your pussy is a lot wetter and slipperier now than before.

Despite that you had came and you could feel yourself cum in your sleep, you still weren't awake yet, and the dream you were having was transitioning from Shawn Michaels showing off his nude body, complete with uncensored genitalia, to dreaming about other things.

At least your dream of Shawn posing naked for Playgirl again wasn't interrupted by something.

Even better, y'wanna know who's sleeping right next to you?

None other than who you dreamed about, Shawn Michaels.

When you eventually woke up in the morning, your pussy was still wet and luckily the cum didn't dry on your twat, and Shawn was sleeping right next to you.

After you took some time to fully wake up, Shawn was still asleep, though, you're contemplating whether or not to wake him up or let him wake himself up.

You have an idea planned for him thanks to this morning, but what if he's having a good dream and you interrupt it?

Thankfully, you still have a salty (and not salty as in angry about something) wet ass pussy (sorry, I couldn't help but say that).

Your eyes were wandering all around the room, looking around the hotel room the two of you were sharing.

You also looked at Shawn asleep, waiting until his eyes open.

Pretty soon, his eyes started fluttering up and down, and the first thing he saw in the morning when he woke up was you.

You lit up inside when he woke up, but you were trying to contain yourself.

Though, he could still see the smile on your face when you woke up.

"Hi" you whispered to him, waving your fingers at him "Good morning!".

Those were the first things you said to him that morning.

He grinned right back at you when he saw you smiling and waving at him, he waving right back at you with his fingers.

"Are you fully awake?" you asked him "Or are you a little groggy?"

"I'm a bit groggy" he confessed.

Oh boy.

You might sound like a toxic girlfriend right now, but you really hope he doesn't go back to sleep.

Shawn probably does have to stay awake considering he has to practice and rehearse his wrestling matches and promos.

"Do you wanna fall back asleep?" you asked him.

"I'd love to" he admitted "But...I can't"

Yes!, you thought, you could nearly ball your fists up in excitement.

"Can you hear me talking?" you asked him. "Considering you're still a bit sleepy?"

"Yes I can" he answered, nodding his head.

You snuggled up closer to him, snuggling into the crook of his neck, your torso touching on his.

How could you not snuggle up and spoon him every night and morning?

Not only is he absolutely gorgeous and the hottest man in the WWF, he also has that hairy chest for you to run your fingers through.

And thankfully, he slept shirtless tonight and this morning!

"I had a dream about you this morning" you admitted to him, running your fingers up and down his chest, your fingers running through his chest hair.

You caressing his chest make him feel tingles on his skin, so much, his cock was rising up, poking through his boxers.

This will keep him awake, literally.

"You posed for Playgirl again in this dream" you added "And even better...you showed your penis in the Playgirl photoshoot!"

He chuckled hearing your dream, his eyes growing wide and wild hearing your dream.

He's probably gonna be shocked even more when you confess this to him.

"This was a...wet dream I had" you confessed "I came in my sleep, my clitoris throbbed after I had came"

Some of the ringrats he used to sleep with would admit they had wet dreams about him.

He can remember when he had wet dreams when he went through puberty, he still even has them from time to time.

"My pussy's all wet now" you confessed "Wanna eat my pussy?"

He loves a good wet ass pussy, and he'd love to eat your twat out.

"Fuck yeah" he admitted, nodding his head and grinning.

You smiled hearing him say that, you lit up hearing him admit he wants to eat your twat.

He was waking up a bit, and when he felt like he was completely awake, he crawled over towards in between your legs.

Thankfully you slept naked that night, it was a hot night (though the two of you didn't have sex, surprisingly).

When he was in between your thighs, he buried his face in your twat, where he let his tongue roam up your left pussy flap, tasting your salty, slippery cunt.

Before he started eating your twat out, he could see that you came, your pussy shiny and slippery, having a gooey white liquid in between your pussy flaps.

When his tongue was at the top of your vagina, he made his tongue slide across your clit, where he stopped at your clitoris.

He began to flick and lick your clit with the tip of his tongue, sometimes the entire middle of his tongue.

You can still feel the after effects after you had came.

Sometimes, his tongue even pressed on your clit, since he knows how sensitive and how good it feels to you to press his tongue on your clit.

His tongue can feel the little slit on your clitoris.

Underneath your pussy, you could feel the sensitive nerves of his tongue pressing on your clit that felt so good.

"Oh God, Shawn!" you moaned, sounding a bit breathy when you said that.

You're contemplating whether or not to tweak and rub your nipples while he's pressing his tongue on your clit.

"Shawn?" you asked, lifting your head up. "Should I tweak my nipples while you do this or not?"

Shawn loves it when women play with their tits, especially you, so whatever makes you happy.

"Tweak 'em" he answered "I love it when you play with your tits"

You put your nipples in between the pads of your index fingers and thumbs, and began to turn and tweak your nipples like a radio dial.

Your nipples are tingling thanks to you tweaking them, and it feels so good.

Despite that his tongue is pressing on your clit, his tongue isn't really moving around much.

Wonder if he could lick his tongue while pressing his tongue on your clitoris?

Shawn tried doing that, holding down and pressing on your clit with his tongue all while trying to lick your clitoris.

It was a little hard, but he managed to do it.

"Can you feel anything?" Shawn asked you.  "My tongue pressing on your clitoris while I lick it, I meant?"

You raised your head, still tweaking your nipples.

"A little, yeah" you confessed.

He went back to trying to lick your clit while pressing his tongue on it at the same time.

While licking your clit is wonderful, he's spent a bit too much time on your clit, and you're worried he isn't gonna eat out what's in the middle of your pussy, where your cum really is.

"Shawn" you said to him, taking a break from tweaking your nipples. "Sorry, I feel like you've spent enough time on my clit. I'm afraid you won't eat my pussy out. It's still wet!"

"I didn't forget about the middle of your pussy!" Shawn replied.

While he's taking to you in front of your pussy, you can feel his breath on your twat.

He probably has spent enough time on your clit, so his tongue slided in between your pussy flaps this time, where you had came.

He could taste your salty, slippery cum, and he loved the taste of it.

"You taste so fucking good" Shawn purred, his breath warm on your twat. "I could eat your pussy all day"

He licked up the middle of your twat over and over again, licking it until there wasn't any cum there.

He could've licked in between your pussy while he was sucking your clit, which brings him to what he really wanted to do to you...

Even though he was licking the middle of your twat, he let your clit enter his mouth, wrapping his lips around your clitoris.

He proceeded to start sucking your clitoris as well as kissing it, sometimes puckering his lips and pressing his lips on your clit.

While he was sucking your clit, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, where he still continued to lick the middle of your pussy, in between your pussy flaps.

You, on the other hand, continued to tweak your nipples.

You didn't just tweak your nipples, but also rubbed the pads of your fingers over your areolas, sometimes running the tips of your fingers around in circles on your areolas.

"Mmmmmmm, Shaaaaaaaawn" you moaned while he sucked your clit.

"You've got such a juicy pussy" Shawn murmured while his lips were wrapped around your clit.

He's contemplating whether or not to slobber and salivate on your twat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm" he hummed and mumbled as he sucked your clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh Daddy" you moaned, your eyes closed and face looking like you're having an orgasm.

He loves hearing you call him Daddy, and he looks a Daddy too.

His tongue eventually licked up your right pussy flap as well, licking up any cum or pussy juice on your twat.

While this is wonderful and all, what if you cum again?

You don't really want that.

However, ever since you learned about puberty in males and females, you wished you could have wet dreams like boys did.

Sometimes you actually did, but wet dreams are more of a male thing.

Not to mention, you wish you could have wet dreams of any sexy male wrestler out there (not just Shawn, but Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, Davey Boy Smith, Bret Hart, even Brian Pillman) and when you came that morning, that male wrestler you dreamt about will be next to you and eat your twat out.

Although you don't even have to dream about a hot wrestler, you could even dream about some hot movie star, TV star or rock star, and when you came that morning, this wrestler could eat your wet ass pussy out.

You actually have had some wet dreams about these aforementioned male wrestlers, and Hunter was there to eat your twat out after you had a wet dream, either about him or someone else.

You wish you could control your dreams.

Not to mention, some of these male wrestlers I've mentioned, even male wrestlers you aren't sexually attracted to and have never had dreams about, have had wet dreams of you.

You also wish men could still have wet dreams and morning wood, which sometimes they do, and when they cum in their sleep, you can clean their cocks off by performing fellatio on them.

You did do that with Hunter last year.

[angrylizardjacket]

the last house at the end of the street {Daniel Webber}

A/N: 2871 words. This is for @rogerandhishair and also batnon, both of whom I love, but especially Gabs for helping me along the way and inspiring me, and yelling about Daniel a lot. Was this meant to be cabin!Daniel? Yes. But it’s lakehouse!daniel now! So part of my family is originally from Wangi Wangi, and I used to go there a lot when I was a kid, esp. around Christmas/Summer time. It’s a very chill, picturesque place. God I hope this is coherent to anyone who’s not Australian. Feedback would be great!! Fluffy As Hell and AGGRESSIVELY Australian.

“This is where horror movies happen.” You tell Daniel, the two of you stopped for lunch at a spot you’re told is only a five minute walk from the property he’d bought once he’d had the means. It’s in a place called Wangi Wangi, which you’d never heard of before, but you’d been assured that you’d love it, and, alright, looking over the sparkling water of the Lake, seeing the little boats bobbing their way across the water, the smell of the gentle breeze as it whistles softly past the native trees, you’re actually rather charmed by it. But you still can’t help yourself. “Seriously, this is where Crocodile Dundee himself crawls out of the lake to kill his helpless victims, which probably includes us.”

“Crocodile Dundee isn’t a horror movie,” Daniel tells you flatly, his lips quirked in the barest smirk, and your expression turns to a frown as you consider it. “You’re thinking of Friday the Thirteenth.”

“No, I’m thinking of... - Wolf Creek!” It’s like a eureka moment, your eyes lighting up, and oh, somehow it’s just so endearing, the light of the sun glinting off the water to highlight your smile. “I’m thinking of Wolf Creek,” you tell him with a self-satisfied conviction, going on to half-jokingly explain that ‘wolf is going to crawl out of the creek and kill us, just like in the movie’. You’re fully aware that that’s not what Wolf Creek is about, but it doesn’t really matter, because it makes Daniel laugh.

The property is the last house on the street, a dark gravel driveway leading to a spacious garage next to a handsome, red brick home. The windows are large, filling the rooms with air and light, looking out over the Lake, a view you know you could really get used to.

It’s empty, bare walls and plush, clean carpets, linoleum you’d replace with actual tiles when you get a chance. He’d always said he wanted a house by the lake, always told you how much he’d adored coming out here as a kid, and now, seeing him lean against the balcony out the back, smiling like everything was right in the world at this very moment, you can’t blame him. Wrapped your arms around him, you press a kiss to his back, between his shoulder blades, before perching your chin on his shoulder.

It’s so serene.

It’s going to end up as a holiday home, but you’re both between projects, so you’ve got the time to fix it up, to make it perfect. But for now, tonight, the first time you’ll ever sleep in this quiet little dream you’ve picked out for yourselves, you sleep on a blow-up mattress in the main bedroom, talking and laughing and dreaming up schematics in the Summer air. The window is open, and if you’re quiet, you can hear the lake lapping at the shore. 

Tomorrow, you can start the process of making it perfect, but for tonight, it sort of feels like it already is.

It’s not easy work, it’s the tail-end of Summer, though February is still painful at the best of times. You’re covered in grime and grout and paint, and retiling a bathroom and a kitchen is far more involved than you’d realised. Painting room after room hurts your back, and you know that when you’re done, you still have to do the skirting boards, and replace the counter tops and furnish the whole house. You’ve got the basics, a refrigerator, and wifi, and deck chairs, though they’re uncomfortable metal fold out ones, but you get through the day, jamming out to Spotify playlists that keep your spirit up. 

Naps become common, as does having at least three water bottles in the fridge at all times. Each. You’re sweaty more than you’re not, but it’s worth it, it has to be. 

One particularly hot afternoon, Daniel wraps his arms around you where you’re reaching into the fridge for some cold water, and you squawk at it. You’d just been taking a break from painting the main bedroom, giving yourself a rest before powering through to the marginally-cooler night.

“I’m so gross right now,” you protest, feeling every point where your shirt is sticking to you, but he doesn’t release you from his loose grip.

“So am I,” he laughs, pressing his face to your back, wiping his grubby forehead on your back, covered in sweat and grim from where he’d been replacing the wood of the back porch. You wriggle, yelping at that, though you don’t protest, and when you shut the fridge, you turn to him with two bottles in hand. He takes the one you offer, finally letting you go, grinning from ear to ear. 

“You wanna head down to the lake for a swim?” He offers, and it’s almost four in the afternoon, still feeling hotter than hell, and the lake sounds so enticing right now.

“Absolutely.”

Daniel always seems to know when your mood is dipping, he takes the paintbrush or tool that you’re working with, and you want to protest, because you’ve still got some of the wall to do but -

“Tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow.” He’ll assure, and something about the way he says it eases the tense set of your shoulders. Tired and covered in paint, he’ll grab a drink for the both of you, so cold it feels like a godsend, and you’ll walk down to the shore. There’s a little, stone pier that’s a ten minute walk from your house, with other people’s overturned canoes resting in the grass nearby, and something about the sight is so full of implicit trust. You sit, side by side, on the pier, feet in the water, watching boats cross the skyline. Some days it’s clear enough that you can see Swansea on the other side. 

The stress washes away with the water, leaning against Daniel, your head on his shoulder.

“I was thinking of getting, like, a dinghy or something,” he muses one evening, sunset having painted the sky lilac. You yawn, having spent the day finishing off painting the skirting boards; it meant you’d officially finished painting the house, and all that was left to do was replace the linoleum countertops in the kitchen. It had thoroughly sapped the energy from you. “Maybe not a dinghy, maybe something bigger; we could go out on the lake and swim, maybe fish, just have a time of it.” He sounded tired too, and he takes a swig of his beer before resting his head against yours. The moment hangs in the air, warm and gentle like the last rays of sunshine, and you tuck your arm into his, basking in it.

You’re rather wrapped up in refurbishing the home for the stretch of time that you spend there, you’d missed Christmas and Australia Day, and before you know it, the house is done. It smells like fresh paint and plastic from your new furniture and appliances, and you find yourself burning candles everywhere to make it smell like home.

You get used to the comforting sound of the lake, the rustle of the wind through the trees, and it becomes routine to walk through the park that borders the left of your house, going out to the picnic spot where you’d stopped that first day, overlooking the whole town and it’s surrounds. Daniel takes comfort here like you’ve never really seen him before. Seemingly stress free, he finds himself enjoying afternoons exploring the Conservation Park nearby; sometimes you join him, sometimes you take a nap, and wake up when the sun’s setting, the air’s cooling, and you find yourself with a blanket over you, and a little bunch of wild flowers on the coffee table. Daniel, you can hear, is cooking dinner in the next room, listening to music and humming along. Something about it makes your heart melt, just a little.

It seems like it’s all too soon before you’re both off again, to work on new projects, the real world calling you back, but at least now you know you’ve got this refuge when you need it.

The year drags on, and for all it’s filled with fun and achievements, you find yourself longing to go back to the little lake house. 

You return just after New Year’s. It’s the middle of Summer, and this time you buy a barbecue for the back yard, and a tent, because you’ve got a beautiful park right next door, it would be a shame to under utilize it. You get to know your neighbors, the people around the street, and it’s surprising how friendly they are. You suppose you do live at the end of the road, no-one further down apart from the animals in the park, and the vacationing families in the holiday homes a few kilometers away. 

Johnno, who lives four doors down, baulks when you call him Johnothan, and in the same breath invites you and Daniel to his Australia Day get-together that’s happening next week. You tentatively accept, but he seems to sense your hesitation.

“Listen, it’s just a little thing, get all the neighbors round and have a splash in the pool, get the barbie runnin’ and listen to Triple-J’s Hottest 100,” he pauses, shrugging, not even giving you time to process everything he’s said, “I don’t really go in for all that patriotism stuff, but it’s a good excuse to get everyone together, you know?” Daniel accepts with a bright smile, and Johnno’s on his merry way.

“Please tell me you understood anything he said,” you half laughed, and Daniel grins, nodding, explaining that you’d essentially been invited to a very casual lunch.

Personally, you think having a pool while living so close to a lake seems like overkill, but you wouldn’t turn down a kind invite. 

“I feel like I’ve seen your face before,” Johnno’s expression is thoughtful as you and Daniel hover by the barbecue, feeling a little out of place in the spacious backyard, surrounded by people and their families. There’s kids splashing about in the pool, older women sitting on the porch under an umbrella holding glasses of champagne, and men scattered about, talking to each other like old friends. Johnno, for his part, is diligently sweating away, cooking enough sausages to feed a small army, with plates piled high of more food to be added when there’s room. He’s not even wearing an apron, just a pair of board shorts, wielding a pair of tongs with one hand, a beer in the other.

Daniel laughs a little at that, the sound warm and good natured, and a woman comes out of the house holding a bowl of freshly tossed salad. 

“Jen, babe, where have we seen him before, he’s got a face I recognise,” Johnno asks, and the woman, Jen, joins him after putting the salad on the fold out table that had been set-up beside the barbecue. She frowns for a little, but it’s not unkind, and Daniel beats them to it.

“I was on Home and Away a couple of years ago.”

And both their faces light up, talking over each other with their own realisations as they nod, agreeing that that’s where he’d seen them. It’s slow at first, once Jen leaves to head back inside, a few of the people who come out after her, carrying drinks of their own, or more food for the table, they give you and Daniel an appraising look. As time passes, it seems the news of a celebrity in their midst spreads to the rest of the gathered neighbors, though it just means that everyone’s more excited to talk to them, well Daniel, than they were before.

“He’s the cute one from Teenage Kicks,” a teenage girl whispers a little too loudly to her friend, maybe her sister, while they’re all lining up for food. Daniel tries to hide his smile and pretend like he didn’t hear them, stepping up, grabbing himself a paper plate, and collecting food. 

“I feel like they’re too young to have seen that,” he mutters to you, though he’s grinning a little, and you can’t help your own smile at his amusement.

Soon enough, just like you’d watched earlier, the others start to talk to the two of you like you’re old friends, but Daniel never leaves your side. You’re a little bit surprised at how much you find you’re enjoying yourself. You and Daniel take up residence on a set of banana lounges beneath an umbrella. At one point, he goes to get the both of you new drinks, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before he goes, and you’re pretty sure you actually hear the two teenage girls give a dreamy sigh from where they’d been trying to inconspicuously watch the two of you. While you found it a little strange, they obviously meant no harm by it, and when you smiled at them, they both averted their gazes quickly, embarrassed at getting caught.

The whole day feels surreal, like a moment from someone else’s life, where the sky is always blue, and grilled pineapple is a delicacy, and it feels like a home away from home. 

You don’t stay long; his shooting schedule for his next project has him in America in late February, and your own project is set to enter pre-production only a few weeks after; you’re sad to leave the haven of the lake house, but excited to say goodbye to the heat of the Australian Summer.

Every so often, you get invited to neighborhood events, usually by Johnno or Jen, though you’ve actually kept up communications with a few people from around the neighborhood, having enjoyed that Summer afternoon too much to let the people you’d met go completely.

You return sooner than anticipated, at the start of July, the two of you having a few weeks off and wanting to see what the property was like in the Winter, out of sheer curiosity.

It’s absolutely freezing. The wind cools as it crosses the lake, and chills you to the bone. It’s only made bearable when you and Daniel wrap yourselves in various duvets, curled up on the sofa you’d bought for the porch, drinking hot drinks and enjoying the view as much as you could. You think you prefer the view in the Summer, everything seems that little bit more gold around the edges, but here, now, he wraps his arm around you, lets you wrap yourself up against him.

“We should bring people out here,” he muses, breath warm against your cheek, a small comfort on this overcast evening, “like friends and stuff, ‘nd family. In Summer of course.”

“Spring,” you suggest, “before it gets too hot.” He nods, but doesn’t answer for the crack of thunder that rumbles ahead of you, and the two of head inside quickly before being pelted with rain. The rain itself sets the atmosphere nicely when you head back inside, curling up on the sofa, planning on who you could invite to your little lakeside paradise.

Bit by bit, as you collect memories in the house, you collect knicknacks, and then there’s photos on the wall, and props from projects on display, and you have friends and family around, you invite the neighbors for a barbecue of your own, and then there’s little scratches and knocks along the walls, and someone spilled something on the carpet that didn’t manage to come out entirely, but you find that you sort of love it. It feels lovely. 

There’s a little yacht docked to the bigger pier that’s only about a twenty minute walk from your home, but it’s yours. The guest room is always neat when a friend comes to stay. In 2019, you politely decline the invite to ‘Johnno and Jen’s annual Australia Day Shindig’, you tell them you have family plans. In a sense, you’re not lying; you have the other three stars of The Dirt over for Australia Day, and they make themselves at home on your sofa, on your spare bed, on a blow-up mattress. There’s something freeing about the lake house, about being away from prying eyes, and while you watch the boys toss themselves into the water from the yacht, you feel contentment spreading from the warmth in your chest to the tips of your fingers.

You have your own little barbecue that evening, everyone still in board shorts, hair curling from the salt water and sitting around the back porch. Colson’s singing along to half of the Hottest 100 as it plays from your bluetooth speaker, and later, you’ll all watch the fireworks over the water. Daniel seems in his element, grinning from ear to ear as you’re all discussing your upcoming projects, how they’re all looking forward to the The Dirt premiere in only a few months. Iwan’s got a few television opportunities, Douglas is going to be doing some philanthropy, and Colson’s got his album coming out soon. Both you and Daniel have films going into production in the near future, and you can see him regarding his friends with a quiet pride.

This is what had been missing, you realise. 

The house was finally perfect.

[inahazzze]

A Cone and a Half

***A/N: Hi my lovely readers! Please enjoy this spontaneous and very smutty 4k+ one shot! Warnings are for smut, smut, and more dirty smut lol***

Even though the news this morning said that today is one of the hottest days of summer, you’re still surprised at how much the morning sun is affecting you. You usually love going to the beach on a hot day, love the burning glare from above and the cooling water to dip into. But something about today is making you sweat way more than usual. The sun’s beams seem relentless against your stinging skin, and the sand underfoot feels like tiny hot knives when you aren’t under shade. You feel overdressed in your small red bikini.

Restless, you stretch your limbs and take the last swigs of water from the bottle at your feet. You let your small group of friends know that you’re going for a short walk to find a bathroom and some more water. You could refill your water bottle from the tap near the beach’s entrance, but it’s too hot for that. You need something cold – or better yet, frozen.

You make your way to the parking lot where you remember seeing a Mr. Whippy ice cream van setting up when you arrived. The thought of ice cream alone is enough to make your mouth water, and it’s way too hot to question having ice cream in the morning. You look along the side of the van at the options available for you, trying to choose what you want.

“I’m not quite ready to sell yet,” you hear, and look up to see a young man poking his head through the passenger side window of the van. The first thing you notice about him is how bright his green eyes shine in the sunlight, and how the dimples in his cheeks compliment his warm smile. His hair is cropped short on the sides but is a bit longer on top, forming a natural curl over his forehead. It looks so soft that you find yourself wanting to run your hands through it. He’s very conventionally attractive, but not in an intimidating or cold way. His body language is inviting and you believe that his smile is genuine.

But you should’ve known that the van is closed from the moment you walked up – the large window for service on the side is shut and covered with a curtain.

“Oh, okay, damn,” you say, furrowing your brow. “When do you open then?”

“What is it you’re after, exactly? Some of the machines are done setting up so I might be able to get you something now,” he says.

“You’d be my hero,” you say with a light laugh. “I know I want a vanilla soft serve but I can’t decide if I want a chocolate dip or not.”

“Hmm, a tough decision. I can make you a dipped cone if you’re willing to wait about ten minutes for the machine to be ready,” he says, but starts to laugh when he sees the horror on your face at the thought of waiting any longer for the ice cream. “Plain soft serve coming right up,” he says with a giggle.

You smile wide, causing the young man’s dimples to show yet again. He goes somewhere inside the van and opens up the large window so that you can see him grab a cone and begin to fill it with soft serve. He then reaches into a small container on the countertop and places a chocolate flake into the top of your ice cream. You grin even wider, reaching up to grab it from him. Your fingers overlap for a moment, and his are refreshingly cool from using the machine.

It’s so hot that it starts to melt and drip down your fingers before can even lift the cone to your mouth. You quickly move your tongue to envelop the ice cream and almost moan at the taste and the temperature hitting you with a shiver. You lick alongside the edge of the cone, making sure to spin it in your hand as you go to try and collect the overflowing cream in your wake. You get most of it, but a few drops land on your chest and you have to wipe a bit of excess ice cream from your chin. You can feel the three droplets of ice cream make their way down your breasts to pool at the lip of your bikini top. You should be embarrassed about it, but you’re not. You’re too busy enjoying the look upon the face of the man before you. He’s clearly trying not to stare, but you catch his eyes follow the cream down your chest while he licks his lips. He looks away quickly, but you can see the hungry look in his eyes as vividly as you can feel a surge of lust burn through you. This situation is just so erotic – you’re already hot and sweaty and now you’ve dripped white cream over your breasts like you’re asking him to lick it off you. Which is an image you certainly don’t mind.

You share eye contact for a few seconds too long before you look away and ask him how much you owe him.

“Oh, I was just testing to make sure the machine was working, so it’s on me. Really, you’re doing me a favour,” he says with a wink. You usually find winks creepy or gross, but you certainly don’t now. Somehow you feel even hotter than you did before and you can’t help but blush under his gaze – he’s really quite handsome.

You take another lick of the ice cream and close your eyes in bliss from the sweet taste. When you feel the man’s eyes on you, you can’t help but indulge in another lick of the cone – this time a little slower, and a little messier. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, honestly. You open your eyes to see him staring, wide eyed and biting his bottom lip. He’s completely drinking you in, and you’re letting him. You watch as his eyes first travel down to your breasts, where another two drops of ice cream have made a new path, down to your exposed torso, further to your small red bathing suit bottoms and finally across your legs. He drags his piercing gaze back up your body slowly, taking his time, and you shiver under his scrutiny. You feel exposed, but oddly confident at the same time.

You could move to a shaded spot so you don’t have to eat your ice cream in a race against the sun, but you’re glued to where you’re standing. You just can’t step away from the lustful eyes of the man in front of you. You swirl your tongue around the soft serve, and make sure that he can see the melting cream on your tongue. You take the flake out and bite a piece off the crumbling bar, leaving small pieces of chocolate to fall down onto your chest and catch in the droplets of melted ice cream already there. His eyes flit down to your breasts briefly but jump right back to your face when you pop the rest of the chocolate bar into your mouth and let out a light moan of delight from the taste.

You’ve never felt sexier in your life. It’s like something has taken over you and you’re now an alter ego who does this kind of thing. It makes you feel confident, self-assured and incredibly powerful. As he watches you open your mouth wide to suck in the remaining ice cream from the top, you can see his Adam’s apple bob from afar. This is clearly affecting him – you can see it written all over his face. When you take your first crunch of the cone, you can’t help but let out another soft groan from the difference in texture. It’s sweet but light, and has a nice toasted flavour that cuts through the heaviness of the dairy. The remaining ice cream at the bottom of the cone starts to leak out as you eat it, but you don’t care that it’s messy. You look him dead in the eyes with every bite.

You feel like you’re giving him a show, and you love it. And the more that he watches the ice cream drip down the cone and your hands, the more you feel yourself dripping somewhere else. You’re lucky it’s still early and there isn’t anyone around to notice how you’re ogling each other.

You start to feel a little dizzy from the need between your legs and the overbearing heat stiffly clinging to the air around you. Spotting the small fan behind him in the van, you groan at the thought of how cool the wind would feel against your face.

“You okay?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, just a bit dizzy. Do you… do you mind if I stand in front of that fan for a minute to cool down a bit?” You gesture behind him and he turns his head towards the fan. “It’s okay if-“

“Completely fine,” he cuts in. “I’ll just have to close this window up again for you to be able to feel it. Come ‘round the back and I’ll let you in.”

You make your way around the van as your heart skips a beat. This is certainly not how you expected your morning to go – but you’re not complaining that you’ll soon be in close quarters with the hot stranger who’s looking at you in the same way you’re looking at him.

He opens the back doors of the van and you’re met with a sight that sends a bead of sweat racing down your back. You couldn’t tell before, but the man before you is wearing a white t-shirt with the tiniest yellow shorts you’ve ever seen a man wear. They’re bright against his pale skin, and show off a tiger tattoo high up on one of his thighs. But the most noticeable thing isn’t even the shorts themselves – it’s the large bulge in the centre of them. He isn’t even trying to hide it. It’s just there. And because you’re still standing on the ground and he’s inside the van, you’re pretty much eye level with it. Your mouth waters and you quickly look away, trying not to let anything show on your face.

You suddenly realise that he’s holding out a hand in an offer to help you up the steep step into the van. You don’t miss the smug smirk on his face – he knows exactly what you were thinking as you scanned over his tiny shorts. One of your hands is still covered in ice cream, so you hold out the other. As soon as your hand touches his, you feel goosebumps arise all over your body. His fingertips are rough but his palm is soft and blisteringly cold. The brief touch alone makes your heartbeat speed up and your thoughts race. You can’t help but imagine how it would feel for him to run his fingers down your body – until they find where you need him most.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he laughs as you look around the tiny space. With the window closed and the blinds pulled, it takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the light. Once they do, you can see that most of the space is taken up with machines, countertops and containers. A narrow walkway extends from the front to the back of the van, and there’s barely enough space for two people to get around. It’s just as hot as it is outside, but the fan offers a refreshing breeze that calms your nerves.

You want to move closer to the fan, but you’d need to squeeze past the man to get to it and you don’t know if you can handle touching him when the feel of his hand alone sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you mind if I…?” You point to where the fan is and he immediately understands what you’re asking. He tries to push his body back against the countertop but there’s still next to no space for you to get through – you’ll definitely touch him if you try to squeeze past. You hesitate only for a moment, trying to decide whether to walk past facing towards him or away from him. You decide to face away from him, mostly because you don’t want to look him in the eye.

You try to get past him without touching, but it’s no use. At first it’s just his calves that brush against yours, which turns into your thighs meeting his.  You think you can handle the contact – even though it has your heart beating faster than ever – until you can feel him, rock hard, pressing against your ass. You take a deep breath, attempting to compose yourself, but your mind races like mad at the thought of pressing back into him. You can already tell that he’s big, and clearly more than ready for you. He would feel so good.

At this point, you’re almost dripping out of the sides of your bikini. You break contact with him and almost trip over yourself to get past him to the other side. It’s a good thing that you’re closer to the fan, you think, because you need it now more than ever. Without looking back at him, you stand as close to the fan as you can get and close your eyes against the wind. It’s mostly pushing hot air around, but it’s better than nothing.

You can sense his eyes on you but neither of you say anything. You keep your eyes closed against the breeze and listen to your body – everything feels sensitive and attuned to the man behind you. The hairs on your arms are raised, goosebumps still adorn your skin, and your thighs twitch with desperate need. But despite the fact that your body is screaming for attention, your mind begins to clear. You feel calm now that you know what you’re going to do.

You turn around slowly, noticing that the man is now closer to you than he was before. The fan blows air across the back of your neck and you let out a shallow sigh when you meet his eyes. His eyes are lidded with desire but he doesn’t make a move, waiting for you to do something instead. You begin to sink to the ground, making sure to keep eye contact with him as your knees hit the ground at his feet. You’re only a breath away from the yellow shorts now, and you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. His eyes have widened significantly but he doesn’t move – he’s giving you complete control over the situation and submitting to you fully.

Dragging your hands up his legs and over his shorts, you place your fingers behind the elastic waistband and pull them down over his hard cock. You knew he’d be big from the earlier sight of his bulge, but he is huge. The thought of him being inside you – of giving you more than you’ve ever taken before – sends a shiver down your spine. It would probably be a bit painful, but you don’t care. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone.

You move your mouth closer and let your breath fan out over his dick, causing it to twitch in anticipation. You make sure to keep eye contact with him, just as you had before – your ice cream show was only a promise for what’s to come now.

Just as you had with your soft serve, you take one first long lick to taste him. Your tongue is still cold from the frozen dessert, so his body shakes in pleasure from the moment you press down on him. You start at the base and leave a path of saliva in your wake all the way to the tip. He’s warm and salty under your tongue, tasting heady when you reach the tip and find a bead of precum already pooling. You take the whole head into your mouth and suck on it lightly, eliciting a deep moan from above you. It feels powerful to hold in him your mouth, completely at your mercy. His pleasure is in your control and it feels sexy to have that kind of power over him.

“Fuck, just like that,” you hear him say once you take him to the back of your throat. You wish you could take all of him but you can’t, so you make up for it by using your hand at his base to match the movements of your mouth. His moaning increases as you manage to take more and more of his cock in your mouth, and it only makes you wetter from the sound. Knowing you can make him feel like that. He chokes out a moan when you decide to try and take him as deep as you can possibly get, and you can feel his hand land on the back of your neck. He forms a fist and grasps your hair in his hand, moving it along with your bobbing head. The dull pain of your hair being pulled feels good, which only emboldens you to suck him with more fervor. You swirl your tongue around him in the same way that you did to your ice cream, focusing on the head where you know he’ll be the most sensitive.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep doin’ that,” he says, so you pop off of him with a smirk.

“I wanna ride you. Please?” You ask and his jaw drops to let out another moan. He quickly moves to sit on the floor and rests his back against the side of the van. You climb on top of him and buck up against his dick with your clothed centre, sharing a whine that reverberates through you both.

He leans forward and licks a stripe from the top of your breasts to the base of your neck, picking up some of the sticky remnants of the melted ice cream. It makes you arch your back and press down harder in his lap. He grunts in response and kisses your neck, adding in a few lovebites as he travels up to your face. When he finally meets your lips, he sighs at the softness of them and how you open up to his tongue without hesitation. He can taste himself on your lips, and he’s reminded of how you took him in your mouth so well just a few moments ago. It’s all so erotic and you’re both shaking with need for the other.

“Go on, love. You can ride it.” He says and you don’t wait a moment longer. You grab a hold of him under you, pull your bikini bottoms to the side and position him at your entrance so that you can sink down over him.

The stretch is so overwhelming that you have to take him frustratingly slowly. You want to ride him hard already, but you know that your body needs to get used to his size before you can do that. You can feel the sharp burn of the stretch every time you sink further, but it eventually fades into a comforting pleasure. He feels even bigger than you thought he would, and it’s absolutely mind-numbing.

When you’re as far as you can go, you move your hips around in little circles and let out a whine at the feeling. You don’t think you’ve ever been this full in your life, and you’ve certainly never felt like you could cum pretty much immediately. You can feel him everywhere. He’s all the way up in your stomach and he’s so thick that he’s pressing against your clit from the inside. The familiar tingling warmth is already spreading throughout your body and threatening to spill over far too soon. You lift up from him, feeling uncomfortably empty once he only has his head inside you. You fall back on him faster this time, squeezing around him when he’s all the way back in. He buries his forehead in your shoulder at the feeling, trying desperately not to be too loud.

You find a slow rhythm and begin to find his size more comfortable the more that you ride him. He’s hitting all the right spots and is so much deeper than you ever thought was possible. You close your eyes, trying to focus on not cumming too early, and listen to the distant sounds of waves upon the shore. You almost forgot that you’re at the beach.

When you get tired from lifting your body up and down, he places his hands on either sides of your hips and starts to thrust up into you. Your head lulls backwards on your neck at the pace, and your walls flutter tight over him. He growls from the feeling.

“You like that?” He says, and you whimper in response. He suddenly stops his movements entirely, and your eyes shoot open to look at him incredulously. He raises his eyebrows and you realise that he wants you to answer the question he asked.

“I fucking love your cock,” you say in a breathy tone, and this satisfies him enough to fuck you even harder than he was before. Except now, he starts to press small circles on your clit with his thumb while he fucks you. You’re sure you can feel everything twice as much as usual, because you’re hurtling towards an earth-shattering orgasm already.

You feel like you’re on fire. The fullness of him, the pain of the stretch, the movement, the pressure on your clit – it’s almost too much for you to take. You’re convinced you might explode from the overstimulation if it keeps going at this pace. But just when you think you can’t feel any more pleasure coursing through your body, you feel teeth bear down around your nipple through your bikini top. It’s so unexpected and arousing that you’re cumming before you have the chance to warn him, and your eyes roll back at the sensation. Every muscle in your body tenses around him as the trembling bliss courses through you. It’s as intense as ice or fire or a biting wind, and it seems to go on forever. Your skin is alight and your insides are erupting in a cheer. It’s a crushing fulfillment of pleasure that has you clenching your teeth together to not scream out. It’s everything you needed and more.

“I’m gonna- fuck-“ you hear under you as your clenching orgasm spurs his own. His whole body shakes against yours and his final few thrusts fall out of their rhythm. He cries out as he presses his face into your chest and you can feel his warmth spread inside you. You can feel it dripping down out of you as you ride out your shared highs.

You climb out of his lap and sit yourself next to him in the same position. You feel weirdly empty without him, and can feel your pulse radiate throughout your cunt without him filling you. You turn to look at each other at the same moment, and erupt into a fit of giggles. You’re both still puffing from the incredible orgasm, and now you’re trying to catch your breath because you can’t stop blushing and laughing.

You rest your head on his shoulder and sit in comfortable silence for a few moments where you both think about what just happened.

“I can’t believe you talked like that,” he says. You look down into your lap, a little embarrassed. “No, no… it was really hot,” he clarifies and you meet his eyes with a meek smile.

“I thought you were really hot too,” you say.

“You already know how much I liked it,” he says with a little laugh, pointing down at his dick. Your giggles return. “But you got ice cream all over my wedding ring.” He’s pouting and holding his left hand out for you to see.

“You were the one who insisted on not taking it off this morning!” You tell him.

“Just because I want to role play doesn’t mean that I don’t want to still be married to you,” he mumbles, and you kiss him softly with a smile still on your face.

He kisses you back sweetly. “You taste like sunscreen, by the way.”

“Sun protection is very important, Harry.”

“Maybe next time we can do something indoors, then?” He says and you can’t help but laugh that he’s already thinking about next time.

“Sure, love.”

[obviouslyelementary]

Radio Ga Ga - chapter one

SMUT WARNING

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It was a lazy summer day. It was hot, the open windows barely let any of the still warm air inside. The fan was turned on the highest setting, able only to let some of the air brush against the sweat that left the skin. The radio was playing some stupid Queen song about radios, one that had a nice beat and made for a great background noise. The birds sang outside, flying through the windows and looking for some water to bathe in the summer heat.

It was like a romantic movie his mother would like to see in the cinema. Although... this one she wouldn't enjoy very much.

His clock started beeping, and Eddie let out a soft sigh as he looked over at his wrist. Richie wasn't moving, in fact he just moved even closer to him, sucking and kissing his neck, sliding his curious hands under his shirt and touching his soft, hot skin. Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying that moment, that heat, that warmth that dominated his body. But he lingered on it for just a moment.

"I gotta go" he said, pushing Richie away from him, but he whined and looked down at Eddie, sitting on his stomach, shaking his head. "Rich."

"Don't go... We haven't spent enough time together this summer" he said, one of his hands sliding over Eddie's chest underneath his shirt, teasing his nipple, making him let out a soft sigh before he pulled Richie's insistent hands away from him.

"Quit it Tozier, I have to go" he said, firmly, pushing Richie away from him and getting up. He walked to the bathroom, checking himself in the mirror for any marks of messes. He combed his hair, pushed his shirt inside his pants and washed his face with cold water before walking into the bedroom again. Richie stared at him from the bed, looking so fucking lazy. Shirtless, sweaty, hair a mess on, glasses on the edge of his nose, pants opened with his happy trail and boxers rim showing off like a god damned porn star.

Sometimes Eddie didn't know if he hated Richie or not.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked, pushing his glasses back up and laying against the pillows. Eddie rolled his eyes, walking to him and giving him a soft kiss on the edge of his lips.

"Don't forget to take out the trash" Eddie said, brushing his hair back before walking out of his room through the door. He passed by the living room, waving at Maggie and Wentworth, who waved back and wished him a good trip back home. He thanked them and walked out, grabbing his bike and going home in silence. The air hit his face and it was a bit relaxing, he closed his eyes and let himself drift through the streets in silence. The few cars that passed by barely made any sound, not enough to take him out of is trance.

He had curly hair, warm brown eyes and tanned warm skin in his mind. He had a deep, rough voice, a sill laugh and a sweet moan in his memories. He had love and happiness in his heart.

He didn’t really smile. He wasn't one to smile for nothing. But his eyes opened and he let out a deep breath, feeling the happiness moving through his veins. The contentment and the joy that he had never felt before.

The streets were calm, the sun was shining, the air was weightless, and life seemed to be perfect.

Life was perfect.

To him, life had never been this good.

It was worth every little second he had to spend.

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 Youth.

Love.

Heartbreak.

Lessons.

Realizations.

Life.

There was something more to it than just living.

It was about experiences. It was about mistakes. It was about learning, teaching, loving, hating, burning, freezing, it was about breathing... and about drowning.

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 "Are you going out again?"

Richie looked up from his watch, staring at his mom in the couch. She wasn’t paying attention to him, she was staring at the TV with her head laying on his dad's shoulder. He almost felt sick, they were so disgusting.

"Yeah."

"Do you have money for gas? Food?" his father asked, and Richie almost rolled his eyes. He grabbed the keys, his wallet, and walked out, closing the door behind himself and heading to his secondhand car.

The sun was setting in the distance, and he put the cassette tape in the radio, turning it on as loud as his ears could handle and driving off. He got into the streets, driving quickly to Eddie's house, looking around as he passed by parks and other houses, trees and lakes, animals and humans, children and adults, all of them living their lives in an eternal silence. It wasn't like he cared at all. He was more focused on the beat of the drums and the swing of the guitar.

He parked the car and honked, waiting in silence as the door eventually opened. He could barely hear Eddie's mother complaining to him, telling him to be careful, to come back home early, not to get in trouble, and he saw in Eddie's face the middle finger he was giving her in his head.

He was always so pent up. Polo shirts, perfect jeans, white socks, sneakers... fucking perfect boy. Richie felt like smoking a joint just for his mannerisms.

Eddie climbed inside the car and closed the door, staring annoyedly at Richie. He lowered the volume of the radio and sighed to himself as he looked around the car.

"You need to clean this fucking shit."

Oh yeah.

Richie leaned in and held Eddie's chin, turning his face and kissing him, deepening the kiss almost immediately. His lips parted, they moved together, cigarettes and mint toothpaste, citric soap and green apple moisturizer, prep and junky, so fucking good. Richie licked inside his mouth, hungry, and Eddie melted against him, hands moving to his hair, brushing through the curls and knots, pulling and tugging, like the little animal he was.

He hid so much behind that façade of a good boy. So much fire in his little body. So much dirt beneath the gallons of disinfectant. Like Richie fucking liked it.

"What movie?" Eddie whispered against his lips, their kiss never ending, just turning sloppier and hotter, their mouths puffy and red from the biting and sucking.

"Whichever one is on" Richie answered, and Eddie groaned as if it was the hottest thing he had ever heard. He broke the kiss, his eyes almost black with lust, and nodded, fixing his hair and wiping his mouth from the excessive saliva in his mouth. Richie had never seen something so fucking hot in his whole life.

"Drive."

"Alright."

It wasn't a long drive to the drive in. It was just on the outskirts of the town, and there were so many cars parked. It was dark already, the lights turned on as they all waited for the movie to begin. Richie found somewhere to park in the middle of other cars, turning the engine off and pushing his seat all the way back. It was a silent invitation honestly, specially when he pushed his hair back like that, grabbed a cigarette that he knew Eddie hated, and blew it outside the window. It was a silent, needy invitation, when he undid some buttons from his shirt - because it was hot and the air around them was thick -, when he took off his belt and pulled down his zipper. It was a silent, needy, desperate invitation, when he didn't look at Eddie once, focused on the couple next car that was fucking like mad in the backseat, their windows foggy with the heat, and he blew off the smoke from his mouth, laying his seat just slightly to get himself into a comfortable position.

It was a silent, needy, desperate, burning hot invitation, when he pressed his hand down against his crotch as he watched the girl being pushed against the window, her boobs moving up and down as the guy behind her fucked her senseless.

Fucking drive ins.

It was all worth it though, when Eddie climbed on his lap, grabbing his hair and making him turn his head to face him, and not whatever obscenities were happening next door. It was worth it, when he slid his crotch against Richie's, slow and all teasing like, looking so huge despite being so small. It was all worth it, when he took the cigarette and threw it away, pressing his lips to Richie's and sliding his hands over his chest, opening his shirt all the way down to touch his smooth, long torso.

It was fucking glorious, having Eddie all hot and heavy on top of him like this, sweat all over their bodies because of that god damned heat, specially when they were pressing together so close like this.

It was just like heaven had just decided to make hell a special visit.

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 Eddie never thought himself as a needy person.

He never thought himself as someone who would do anything and everything to get what he wanted.

He never thought himself as a plain out whore for attention.

But that wasn't what he found out.

With his hair a mess, shirt falling lazily over his body, pants down to his thighs, sweat all over his body, he found out he was extremely needy. Needy for Richie's eyes on his body, needy for Richie's hands on his skin, needy for Richie's lips on his neck, needy for Richie's dick in his ass, like it was now. So painfully real, as he rode out his own pleasure, using Richie as only support for his own pleasure as he moved, up and down, shaking the car and slamming his ass down as hard as he could.

He was a fucking slut, a whore, a bitch, and he loved it.

He liked it dirty, he liked it raw. So unlike his usual self, that needed things done, that needed things clean, that needed things organized. No, with Richie, he turned into a wild animal. He wanted to feel his dick with no plastic around it, he wanted to get filled with cum and go home dripping it down his legs, he wanted to savor the flavor of Richie's sweat on his tongue, he wanted blood spilling down his neck and shoulders from bites of nicotine tinted teeth. He wanted marks and scratches, he wanted slaps and pulls and tugs, he wanted it all, he wanted everything, so unlike himself.

He wanted to cum all over himself. He wanted to cum again and again, until no one could know what was sweat and what was cum. He wanted his red skin tinted white, he wanted scar like tattoos all over his body.

He wanted it fast, he wanted it hard, he wanted it endless, he wanted it forever, and he couldn't ask for anything better.

Underneath the light of the drive in, inside a dirty car, listening to the radio, breathing against Richie's mouth, fucking himself on his cock, touching him everywhere... that was heaven.

Heaven...

Wrong, twisted, delicious heaven on earth.

  "Do you have to go?"

"Yeah."

Richie looked out of the window, blowing off another puff of smoke outside to the free air, leaning against the side of the window as he sat on it. He didn't want to look at Eddie packing up his stuff. They were both very silent about that whole ordeal.

"How long?"

"Only two weeks."

Silence went over them again. The three branches moved with the strength of the breeze, birds flew around, the sun was covered up by some white, fluffy clouds. The day was quiet, serene. Eddie was taking his time packing everything he would need. Richie was smoking through his last pack of cigarettes.

"So... what do you do there?"

Eddie let out a loud sigh, and put the recently folded shirt inside his bag. Then he looked at Richie, crossing his arms.

"You read the bible. You talk about the lessons Jesus and God were trying to teach us through the stories they told. You eat, you pray, you talk about your issues. Many people cry. Parents complain about their children and children are told to be more forgiving to their parents' mistakes" he said, walking towards Richie and stopping in front of him, leaning against the windowsill. "You talk about sins and marriage, about priests and nuns, and you sleep. That's all you do."

"Sounds fun."

Eddie rolled his eyes, staring at Richie, who kept his eyes outside. He finished his cigarette, blowing the smoke away and throwing it on the grass outside before turning to Eddie. They stared at each other for a long time, not saying anything.

"Some people consider smoking a sin."

"Some people consider having a dick up your ass an even worst sin."

Eddie couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face, and Richie responded with a chuckle, jumping off the window and closing the curtains. Eddie had already locked the door and turned the radio on, despite his mom not being home. Richie walked to him and Eddie stepped back, until his legs hit the bed. He stopped, and Richie stopped in front of him, just inches apart.

"Do you like being a sinner?"

"Do you?"

They stared intently at each other's eyes, before they closed the distance between their lips and pressed their bodies together.

They were all sinners right?

Why not sin a little bit more?

[hnnnfdfds]

Requested by @chick1996! Here’s the kiss, hopefully, a bit hotter than the last one. 

I’m not gonna lie, I’m still in the midst of my cold and I fear it last me a week until school or whatever starts again and my body suppresses anything until the next vacation. That translates to either the plot or the grammar that might not make sense. I pray it’s the grammar. 

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36. Being so close that you can feel your lips brush when you whisper // Dazatsu

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This is not happening.

The day is supposed to be pretty meek. There isn’t much going on at the moment so the agency is taking it slow and enjoying summer’s effect on their mood. Hell, Kunikida is less bossy around summer, it’s great. So, the day is supposed to be pretty meek.

Dazai just didn’t know that meek meant he’d end up uncomfortably crammed in a closet with Atsushi. Very uncomfortable, considering he’s pretty sure if anyone of them said anything their lips would be touching. 

God, that’s not what he wants to do on a very hot day, thank you very much. But of course, he has to go and find out what’s wrong with his subordinate, when he realizes that he didn’t see Atsushi the whole day. He just didn’t expect to find him in one of the agency’s closets, sitting there with tears pouring down his cheeks, apparently not a bit affected by the heat or the very fact that he is sitting there in a closet crying.

Dazai came to reassure himself that Atsushi was fine but in the end, he spent 30 minutes trying to get the other out without success. And because Dazai is that kind of a fool apparently, he ends up giving up and trying to get into the closet without any other thoughts. He also feels relief at that course of action the moment he realizes that Atsushi isn’t even confused or embarrassed by Dazai’s actions; that just means that whatever Atsushi has is serious enough to warrant Dazai squeezing himself into a small closet with someone else on one of the hottest days that summer. 

After minutes of wondering if he should try talking, Dazai decides it would probably lead to more than keeping quiet. Atsushi isn’t like him. The weretiger needs words of comfort, and silence only would be like poison to him, slowly corrupting his thoughts.    

“Atsushi,” he whispered, unsure if someone might hear him if he speaks too loud, “what’s wrong?”

He has to take a second to readjust to the very fact that he can feel the other’s dry lips against his own, and he wonders if the boy is drinking properly. 

Not a reply.

He doesn’t get one reply.

No matter how many times he calls out, and how many times he notes something else about Atsushi’s lips, Atsushi’s eyes, Atsushi and Atsushi, the boy just won’t reply to him. 

It’s getting way too hot he realizes eventually. He wants to get out of the closet but he won’t do so without knowing what Atsushi needs. Well, if talking doesn’t work... it’s not like he has much of a choice?

(He does but it’s been days and it’s been weeks and it’s been months and he’s seen the longing in the other’s sunset eyes, he shares that longing.)

“Atsushi,” he repeats the name once again, smiling against the other’s lips, “let me kiss you.”

The boy blinks.

That’s the first proper reaction.

“Just tell me if you don’t want me to kiss you.”

And then Dazai waits for a few minutes, giving the other the option to deny him the kiss. Atsushi doesn’t say anything.

After seven minutes, Dazai stops hesitating and presses his lips fully against the other’s, relishing in the scathing feeling. Atsushi gasps but doesn’t stop and Dazai takes that opportunity and licks the other’s lips before deepening the kiss. He can’t help but find delight in the moan the other lets out upon the contact between their tongues.

And then Dazai takes, and takes, and takes the other’s kiss as his own.

Takes more kisses and waits, and waits, and waits—

There’s a hand grabbing onto the back of his head suddenly, and then he can feel the other biting his lips and Dazai’s gone. If heaven existed, then it’d definitely feel like this damn kiss.

After an indefinite amount of time, both finally stop trying to steal the other’s breath and there’s a silence that fits the closet again. Dazai can still feel the hand on the back of his head. His own is on the other’s thigh. He admits that he’s lost himself for a moment but this time he’s sure of it—

“Atsushi,” he repeats, “what’s wrong?”

Atsushi stares at him—right fucking at him, into depths of his shitty soul, probably—and time doesn’t stop but Dazai sure feels like it’s gone.

“I’m in love with you,” Atsushi finally tells him.

Dazai smirks at him.

“That’s not a problem at all.”

And then he’s kissing the other again, lips against lips, tongues playing tag, and someone eventually opens the fucking closet.

They don’t stop kissing.

[rogerina-deacon]

“Teenage Fantasy” High School Senior!Brian May x Fem!Reader

Pairing: High School Senior!Brian May x Fem!Reader Summary: Unable to keep his eyes off of you all day, mystery man Brian May invites you over to help him study. But what starts as something so innocent becomes so much more. Warnings: S M U T. It takes a while but once it gets there, it does. Not. End. There’s oral (m and f receiving) and protected sex. Word Count: 4048

A/N: Okay so this picture of Brian really gets me going so I just had to write out my fantasies. His eyes kill me. Okay bye, enjoy the fic.

It was lunch time and, as always, you were sat with your friends, though not entirely paying attention to whatever conversation they were having. Instead, you were reading The Bell Jar, a semi-new book by someone named Victoria Lucas. Although, it was increasingly difficult to focus on Esther Greenwood’s descent into madness when the eyes of the hottest, albeit mysterious, man in your class were stuck to you as if he would die if he looked away. Rather than mindlessly scan the pages, you set the book on the table, hoping your friends conversation was enough to keep your mind off him.

“Finally decided to come back to earth, Y/N?” Your friend Shelby teased, as she always told you to get your nose out of whatever book you were reading and focus on the real world in front of you. And while you finally succumbed to joining your friends, you still couldn’t get your mind off him, even when you were looking at your friend Mark. Luckily, lunch was dismissed a few minutes later, and you walked to your locker to grab your advanced algebra textbook for your next class, which you happened to have with the man you couldn’t keep your mind off of. He sat in the row behind you, so you were sure you would feel his eyes on you yet again.

“Okay class, that’s all for today’s lesson. Now, I’d appreciate it if you could stay away from the door while we wait for the bell to ring. And don’t forget about the test next class, I trust you all will have the review packet done. And although it won’t count for a grade, it will still be worth doing in the long run. Have a good weekend.” Your advanced algebra teacher, Mr. Jacobsen, ended the class with before turning around to erase the chalkboard behind him. You got up, and gathered your materials in your arms as you waited for the bell to ring. Today’s class was rather rigorous, so you were able to keep your mind occupied for the most part. And just when you thought you were free of your thoughts of him, he soon approached your desk, his long legs taking him far in just a few seconds, his eyes never leaving your body. Your heart began to race, butterflies whirring around your stomach as you clenched your books closer to your chest.

“Hi, um, Y/N, right?” He almost sounded nervous, though the looks he had been giving you all day had been giving you a different impression.

“Yeah, that’s me. And you’re Brian, right?”

“Yeah, um, I noticed that you’re really good at this stuff, and I just can’t seem to get it. I was wondering if, um, maybe you could help me study for the test?” His demeanor completely changed, his face softening as he asked. You were flattered, guys never payed attention to you mostly because of your intelligence, and all your male teachers rarely called on you to answer questions, so a man asking you for help really boosted you confidence. “Yeah, I could definitely help you. Did you have any specific time in mind?” you asked as you pulled out your planner, flipping through the pages until you got to today.

“Well, are you doing anything after school today? I could drive us back to my place and we can set up shop in my living room, yeah?”

“That sounds like a plan, Brian. Where should we meet up at the end of the day?” You asked, putting your planner back on the top of your book pile.

“What do you have last? I could pick you up outside your class-” And with that the bell rang, and you and Brian were soon the only ones left in the classroom as everyone had hurried out.

“I have English with Ms. Berry. See you soon!” you called as you went your separate ways, walking backwards from each other as you finished your sentence with a wave.

Your next class couldn’t go by fast enough, your eyes barely leaving the clock. Ms. Berry was out today and hadn’t left any work for the substitute teacher, so you just had a study. And for the entire hour and 15 minute class you were playing with your pen, watching as the minutes ticked by. You were already when the bell finally rang, and you were surprised to see Brian already there. He stood there, back resting against the doorframe, his slender frame looking absolutely heavenly as he waited for you. Walking you to your locker, you two barely made conversation, only partly because of how rowdy the halls were. Once you were done putting everything either into your locker or your bag, you two made your way to the student parking lot, Brian leading the way.

“You can toss your bag in the back, if you’d like” He told you as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car, and you decided that it wasn’t the worst idea in the world, so you did as he suggested. He turned the radio up, a cover of “Please Mister Postman” by the Beatles soon emitting from the speakers. His fingers tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the music, his head swaying ever so slightly. Now it was your turn to be unable to keep your eyes off of him, he was so entranced by the music.

“Like what ya see?” He teased, a smirk growing on his face as yours soon became hotter than the summer sun as you quickly averted your eyes away from him and to your hands placed delicately in your lap. He chuckled at your reaction as he glanced at you, his eyes soon finding their place back on the road. The rest of the car ride you were too nervous to look at him again, and luckily it wasn’t too long until he pulled into his driveway. He quickly jumped out, rushing to open your door for you. Thanking him, you reached for your bag, but with no success. Brian notices your struggle and swiftly grabs it for you, his long arms coming in handy. Handing it to you, he closes the passenger side door and leads you up the steps, opening the door for you to enter in front of him. Smiling a silent thank you, you step into his house, and he follows suit, closing the door behind him. He leads you into the living area, motioning to the empty seat next to him for you to sit beside him.

“What would you like to start off with? We could go over how to approach rational exponents in denominators, or…” You started, but he quickly interrupted.

“We can get to that in a minute. Would you like something to eat or drink? We’ve got some fruit, I could grab you a glass of water, if you’d like.” He said, getting up from his spot on the couch. You were now looking up at him, smiling, and he could get used to seeing you like that. He knew he had to get that thought out of his head immediately, as his pants barely left anything to the imagination as it was. Yes, this was one of the reasons he brought you over, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a gentleman in the meantime. So, he turned once you said yes, hurring to the kitchen in hopes that fruit would calm him down. He put various fruits in a bowl before running them under the faucet. While the fruit was rinsing, he grabbed two glassed from the cabinet above him, filling them with the already running water. Putting everything on a tray, he was quick to return to you, setting everything down on the coffee table in front of you.

“So, rational exponents in denominators. What is it we do with them?” He asked before popping a grape into his mouth, his eyes trying to understand the words on the textbook placed on your lap. You positioned it so he could see better before taking a sip of water, setting it back on the coaster.

“We have to make it so that it is just a regular nth root of a number, no fractional exponents. Here how to do it…” you said as you pulled out a notebook and pencil, moving the textbook onto the coffee table, making up some problem to show him how to solve. For the next hour the two of you sat on the couch, going over various challenging mathematical concepts.

“I just remembered, my parents are spending the weekend out on some romantic adventure, so we’ll have to make our own dinner. My mom said she had something prepped in the fridge - ah, there it is!” He said, emerging from the fridge, tupperware in hand. You two soon got to work, him preparing the meal while you set the table. He had a record playing in the background you couldn’t recognize, but it was good. He clearly had a thing for music, bopping around the kitchen to the beat. Once you were done setting up, you stood in the archway between the kitchen and dining room, leaning against the frame. A giggle escaped as he tried some terrible dance moves, and he soon pulled you into the kitchen with him, twirling you before taking both your hands, forcing you to dance with him. You quickly obliged, but he turned you once too many so you fell into him when he stopped, his arms quickly wrapping around you to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

“Are you okay there, love?” He asked, his eyes bright as they connected with yours, the grin placed on his face making your knees weaker than before. All you could do was nod, unable to focus your eyes on anything but his. He slowly brought his head closer to yours, about to close the gap between your lips. He wanted to make sure you wanted this, so he let you close the distance. And you did, your lips melding perfectly with his, moving together in perfect rhythm with the slow song playing in the background. He deepened the kiss, bringing you up closer to him, before backing you up against the kitchen counter. His hands soon found your face, one cupping your jaw, the other around your neck. Yours found their way up his chest, resting on his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, if it was even possible. Just as the two of you separated, the timer went off, signaling for Brian to take dinner out of the oven.

You made your way over to the dining table, sitting down as you took in everything that had just happened. You had just made out with Brian May, the most attractive man you had ever met, and were about to have dinner with him. You could tell you would be distracted the entire time, your arousal only increasing the longer you were apart from him. You really hoped you two would continue where you left off once you were done eating, as did Brian. It was an unspoken truth you both agreed upon, eating your meal quickly. You helped him wash the dishes, the music still playing for the two of you to dance to. He was gentler this time, flirtier as well. Once you dried the last dish and set it down, he wasted no time in taking your hands in his. Pulling you closer to him, he soon connected his lips with yours, your arms finding their way around his neck yet again. But this time, he placed his hands on your hips, giving you a light squeeze before making his way up your back, causing you to gasp into his mouth, a sensation causing him to smirk against your lips.

“What do you say we take this upstairs, love” he asked, taking your hands in his once again.

“That’s all I could think about during dinner, honestly.” You said shyly, though you still held his gaze. The biggest smile you had ever seen was plastered on his face for a second before he kissed you again, quick yet deep.

He led you upstairs, pulling you into his room, closing the door before he kissed you yet again, leading you to the bed. You were quick to get on it, Brian on his knees, his hands cupping your cheeks as you moved toward the middle of his bed, his legs on either side of you. Your hands moved down his shoulders, past his chest, all the way down to the waistband of his pants, his breath hitched as you did so. They stayed there, his hands soon moving to the hem of your shirt.

“How ‘bout we get rid of this, dear” he said, pulling at your shirt. You quickly pulled it over your head, tossing it to the floor, exposing your pink lace bra. He stared for a moment, admiring your beauty, his eyes scanning your torso. You began to unbutton his shirt, his hands trailing up your arms to your shoulders, moving towards your breasts. He cupped them delicately before gently massaging them, your head throwing itself back at the feeling. You began to pull his shirt  down his shoulders, and he took a break from your breasts to completely take it off, tossing it next to yours on the floor beside his bed. Your hands roamed his bare chest, finding themselves above his crotch yet again, this time undoing his belt buckle before undoing the button. He was quick to rid himself of them, quickly undoing the button on your skirt and pulling them off of you, leaving you in just your matching undergarments. He lowered himself closer to you, his lips finding yours once again. He moved to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses at random, alternating between sucking and lightly biting your soft skin, until he found just the right spot to make you moan. He kept at it, his hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, gently pulling the straps down your shoulders as he slowly detached himself from your neck, a mark already showing itself. Ridding you of your bra, he was quick to cup your bare chest with his large hands, rolling one nipple between his fingers before sucking on the other, your core aching more and more with every sensation. He began to kiss down your abdomen, looking at you for confirmation before he took off your panties, and he began to place soft kisses on you, from your knee all the way up your thigh, almost reaching where you needed him most, before starting all over again on the other leg, a slight whine escaping your mouth as he moved further away from your drenched heat. He chuckled against your soft skin, the vibrations making you wish even more that he hadn’t moved his mouth so far away. Knowing how needy you were made him take even more time, building you up so that by the time he got to your aching pussy, you would be a begging mess under him. And he was right, the closer he got, the heavier your breaths became.

“Please, Bri, quit teasing me, I need you!” You exclaimed as he was a mere two inches away from where you needed him, but you knew that would take him a minute.

“Alright love, just wanted to make sure you were wet enough for me by the time I got to you” he said softly, although he knew you were wet enough well before, he just loved how you looked when you needed him so bad. His cock was aching to be inside you, but he’d be damned if he was going to go the night without tasting you.

He swiped his tongue through your folds, lapping up your wetness, savoring every second. A loud moan erupted from your mouth as he did so, your fingers soon threading through his hair, your hands spurring him on. He soon attached his lips around your clit, sucking and pulling gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. It wasn’t long until you were a complete moaning mess under him, his mouth working wonders on you. He pulled a finger up to your entrance, teasing momentarily before slowly entering you, your walls tightening around him as he began pumping his digit in and out of you, your hands fisting his sheets.

“How does it feel, love” he said against you, the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. His finger kept its pace, his mouth hovering over your clit, awaiting your response.

“Fucking amazing… oh god, don’t stop, Bri!” you managed to moan out, and he soon went back to eating you out like a god, entering another finger, curling them upwards. You were already a moaning mess underneath him, your thighs tightening around his head as you feel your orgasm building inside you.

“Fuck, Bri, I’m so close!” You screamed louder than you thought possible, your grip on his sheets tightening as he sped his fingers up, curling against your walls at just the right places.

“Cum for me, baby” He hummed against your clit before going right back to sucking on it, and that was just what you needed to tip you over the edge, a string of curses flying from your mouth as the waves of your orgasm washed throughout your body as Brian rode you through your high, his movements slowing as your breath calmed. He detached himself from your core, placing kisses up you body before sucking a quick hickey on your neck, finding your sweet spot as his hands softly laid on your waist, his cock throbbing against your thighs through his boxers. He soon made his way to your jaw, placing a quick open mouthed kiss to it before crashing his lips against yours, your hands making their way to the nape of his neck, one of which began to entangle itself in his hair as you pulled him closer to you. Once you fully came down from your orgasm, you flipped him over, your mouths connected until you began peppering kisses along his jawline as you straddled him, his hands guiding your hips as you ground them against his. You slowly made your way down his neck, across his collarbone before planting open mouthed kisses down his sternum until you reached the waistband of his boxers, hooking your fingers on either side as you made eye contact with him, your mouth mere centimeters away from his member. His breath hitched as you removed his restricting clothing to reveal his impressive length. He threw his head back as you took him in your hand, your thumb gently grazing over his slit, gathering the precum which had accumulated as he watched all the pleasure he had given you. Now it was your turn to repay the favor, and you sank your mouth onto him, unable to take most of him.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, that feels so good” he moaned out as you twirled your tongue around the head of his cock, your hand working his shaft. You slowly began to take more of him into your mouth, still a good amount of him in your hand when his tip hit the back of your throat, the sound of your gag making his cock twitch as he let out a loud moan, his hips bucking before he said a quick “‘m so sorry, love, just feels so good.” All you did was hum around him, bobbing your head up and down, you tongue flat as it applied pressure to him. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, lightly pushing you down his length as he moaned your name again. You looked at him through your lashes, a single tear welling in each eye as he hit the back of your throat. You focused again on his tip, your tongue swirling around him as you looked into his eyes, and you began bobbing your head again, maintaining eye contact as he got closer to his release.

“I’m so close, but I wanna feel you ‘round my cock before I cum” he said as he pulled you off of him, bringing your lips to him as quickly as possible. Your hands cupped his jaw, and while one of his hand rested on your hip, the other searched through his bedside drawer for some protection. Once he had a condom in his hand, he flipped you onto your back, attaching his lips to your neck once again as he opened the package, breaking away to roll it onto his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lined himself up at your entrance, his tip separating your slick folds.

“Are you ready?” he asked, kindness in his eyes as he looked at you for encouragement.  You nodded rapidly, managing to breath out a “yes” before he slowly slid himself into you, his head burying itself into the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, filling every inch of your wet pussy as you both let out loud yet breathy moans. He was stretching your walls perfectly, and he waited a moment for you to get used to his size before moving out of you again.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight” He breathed out as he began to thrust in and out of you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he began hitting the perfect angle. Your head was going deeper into the pillow as he quickened his pace, his grunts and your moans filling the empty house. He dug his fingers into your hips, pulling you closer to him before he wrapped his forearm under your ass, creating an even better angle for him to pound into you at. He brought his other hand to your abdomen, rubbing circles into your clit causing you you let out a string of curses, his name entering the mix every few words.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.” Brian grunted out, his thrusts getting sloppier as your second orgasm approaches, the feeling of Brian inside you doubled with him rubbing your clit making your mind reel.

“Neither will I, it feels so good, please don’t stop!” you screamed out, and before you knew it you came, Brian's name escaping your lips as your walls tightened around him, his load shooting into the condom as soon as he felt you cum around his cock. He continued his thrusts, riding out both of your highs. You both were breathing heavily as he collapsed beside you, removing the condom before tossing it into the trash bin beside his bed, his arm soon wrapping around your waist as you buried your head into his chest, your hand resting on his abdomen. He placed a delicate kiss to the top of your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“I guess you should be getting back home soon, your parents must be worried sick.” Brian said as you looked up at him, and you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong. My parents just so happened to take a romantic weekend of their own and left this morning and won’t be back until Monday night.” You told him, your hand brushing through his hair as his face lit up.

“Well then, how’d you like to stay the night? Or maybe the weekend?” He asked hopefully, leaning closer to your face.

“That sounds amazing, Bri.” You said, settling back into his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off to sleep. It was still rather early, only about 8:30 PM, but two orgasms and a comfy bed really tire a girl out. And you had all weekend to be together, so you didn’t worry. You knew Brian fucking you senseless was bound to be a daily thing for the next three days. And you couldn’t be happier.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first smut, so I hope it was good! Feel free to give me feedback, anything is appreciated! Until next time!

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