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eiightysixbaby · 8 months ago

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this is heaven, what i truly want

oliver quick x fem!reader

you’re never truly alone at saltburn. there’s always someone watching. (3.4k+)

18+ only! oral f receiving, voyeurism, unprotected piv, creampie, spit kink, use of pet names (darling, sweetheart, baby, etc.), one use of ‘sir’, cum eating (just a smidge), biting and choking (literally one brief instance of each), edging. lmk if I forgot any!

a/n: hooooo boy I wanted to try something new, so here it is! promise I’m not fully veering away from my usual stranger things content, I just desperately needed to write some filth for ollie 🤭 hope you enjoy!! I proofread this a couple times but if there’s mistakes iM SORRY. my closing statement: I can fix him your honor.

Watched. For days you’ve felt like you’re being watched. Carefully, closely, tracking your every move. Maybe the walls have eyes, who knows with a place as eccentric as this. All of the ornate fixtures and ancient paintings do have a bit of an eery, haunting feel to them.

Or perhaps it’s just because you aren’t used to having housekeepers around at all hours of the day. Duncan has always been off-putting; every summer you’ve spent at Saltburn throughout your life there’s been an energy about him that’s made the hair on your neck stand up.

Regardless, you’ve tried to shake off the feeling, wondering if you were finally losing your mind. Because here, with Felix and Venetia, Elspeth and James and Farleigh — you’re safe. They’re lifelong family friends who, as strange as they may be at times, make you feel secure. Nobody would have any business spying on you.

But oh, you should’ve known better.

You slip out of the large clawfoot tub, bare feet planting themselves on the white tile floor. Water drips from your body, the tiniest puddle forming at your feet. Grabbing your towel, you begin to dry your body with the soft fabric. You hum softly to yourself, reaching for your satin robe where it hangs by the vanity. For a moment you think you hear something, the tiniest creaking sound, and you move to look around the unnecessarily large bathroom. It’s dark in the corners where the light doesn’t quite reach, but even squinting you see nothing out of the ordinary.

You’re fucking losing it, you mentally scold yourself. It’s an old house, it’s going to make noise.

You lean against the vanity, palms flat on the marble countertop. Letting out a heavy sigh, your head hangs low, eyes closed. Get it together.

When you’ve finally steadied your breathing, you look back up to greet yourself in the mirror. You work your hairbrush through your wet hair, taking care to untangle any knots. The feeling won’t go away, your defenses raised. Eyes on you. There’s someone watching. There has to be.

You see him in the mirror before you actually see him.

Turning on your heel, a loud gasp escapes you. Your heart pounds behind your rib cage, your eyes focusing in on the figure lurking in the dark hallway. The bathroom door is open a crack, eyes you know to be blue piercing through you.

Oliver.

“What the fuck, Ollie!?” you shout, watching as he slips fully into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

You retreat, back pressing against the counter behind you. He stalks calmly towards you, caging you in. You swallow, unable to stop the way your eyes study his muscular frame, his tank top clinging tight to his torso.

“Now now,” he says, soft and steady. “We don’t want the whole house to wonder what’s up, do we?”

“What are you doing here?” you grit, nostrils flaring as you exhale heavily. Your posture stiffens, tense under his chilling gaze. “Why were you watching me?”

“Don’t act so offended, darling,” he says, stepping so close that your chests nearly touch. “Do you think I don’t see the way you look at me?”

Your lips part, breath hitching in your throat. It’d be a filthy lie to act as if you haven’t been admiring him since he first arrived, under Felix’s wing like a timid little animal. Something about him has captivated you, intrigued you, lured you in. He’s just so quiet, so skittish. So beautiful.

Being as close to family as you could get, you didn’t want to make things awkward by putting the moves on Felix’s friend, so you avoided him when you could. But that only made things more unbearable for you. Many a night was spent with your hand between your thighs, softly crying his name into your dark bedroom. Imagining he was there with you. He couldn’t know about that… could he?

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” you say, looking up at him defiantly. Lying through your teeth. You should know he can practically smell the nervousness on you.

It’s cute that you think he’d buy this.

“Oh, save the games, sweetheart,” he tuts, taking a final step closer to you. His chest fully pressed against yours now, his face dipping forward until his mouth is right beside your ear. “I know you touch yourself at night, stretching open that pretty little cunt, wishing it was me.”

Fucking hell.

“Did you really think you could be slick? Think I wouldn’t catch the way you stare at me all of the time, think I wouldn’t figure you out?”

“How long have you been watching me?” you ask quietly, your voice meek now.

“Not any longer than you’ve been watching me.”

“I haven’t—” you start, but he presses a finger to your lips, quieting you. He raises a brow, as if to say ‘Do you really want to go there?’

God, you were so stupid. Staring at him any chance you got; looking out your window at him while he’d lounge shirtless by the pool, or peering through his cracked bedroom door one evening after dinner in hopes of seeing him changing. You were sick. And here you are, chastising him.

You keep your gaze directly on his, feeling your heart rate increase under the scrutiny of those piercing, gorgeous blue eyes. He gently holds your chin, keeping you focused on him as he studies your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, letting his free hand come to rest on your waist. You’re reminded then that you’re only in a robe, and suddenly your skin feels like it’s ablaze.

“Oliver—” you start, your eyes big and pleading as you stare at him. What exactly you’re hoping for you don’t know, you just want him to do something.

His gaze flits to your lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own. Leaning in, his mouth ghosts over yours, barely grazing your waiting pout. He pulls back, teasing, and you chase him. Seeking out his lips until he gives in, one hand on your lower back, holding you against him as he kisses you roughly. His tongue licks into your eager mouth, swirling around yours, tasting you. It feels as though you’re nearly devouring each other, teeth clashing as your hands reach up to tangle themselves in his hair.

You whine, a high-pitched and pretty thing when he lets his mouth find your neck, sucking harsh on the delicate skin. Rolling your hips against his, you can feel the bulge straining in his boxers and he groans at the sudden friction.

“Ol— Ollie, please,” you beg, for what it isn’t clear, but he removes his lips from your pulse point to look at you.

“Such a needy little thing you are,” he says, regarding you down the bridge of his nose. “And to think five minutes ago you were acting like I wasn’t welcome in here…”

You chew at your bottom lip, thighs pressing together involuntarily at the way he speaks to you. His tone is ultimately patronizing, and you’d have no complaints if he spoke to you like this all of the time.

He dips his head back down, this time kissing over your collarbone. Every inch of skin he kisses seems to ignite, electricity coursing through your veins. He unties the fabric belt securing your robe around your front, letting it instead fall open for him. You’re completely bare beneath the black silky fabric, and you watch the way his eyes trail down your figure. He studies you like you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, and there’s an insatiable hunger behind that stunning blue. He’d eat you whole if it were possible.

Continuing his descent, he takes the nipple of your right breast into his mouth, kneading the left with his hand. You gasp, tipping your head back as his tongue rolls over the sensitive little bud, sucking on it. He diverts his mouth’s attention to the other side, then, making sure he gives equal attention to each of your tits. You can feel yourself throb for him, nearly dripping at your core in anticipation.

“Such pretty tits,” he mumbles, lips trailing against your skin. He lets his face linger between them for a moment, caressing them with soft hands.

Your mind wanders as he works his way down, kissing down your stomach, nipping at your hips. You wonder how often he’s spied on you without you catching him — exactly how many times he’s seen you touch yourself to the thought of him. It only drives you further up the wall; picturing him peering through a crack in your bedroom door on nights where you’d lay completely bare on your bed, pleasuring yourself to thoughts of his fingers and tongue. He’s sick, you’re sick, and maybe you’re perfect for each other.

You’re brought entirely back to the present when you feel his breath fanning against your cunt, his eyes peering up at you from where he rests on his knees. He doesn’t break eye contact as he brings two fingers up to swipe through your folds, collecting your slick. You shiver, mouth agape as he brings those fingers to his mouth, sucking your sweet honey from them.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, darling. And you taste so sweet,” he murmurs, pressing his face against your mound. He inhales, the tip of his nose nudging at your clit, making your hips jerk slightly. “Smell even sweeter,” he praises. He’d bottle up your scent and wear it like cologne if it were possible, anything to feel close to you all of the time.

His lips part, hot breath fanning against your exposed cunt as he collects himself. You feel his tongue lick a delicate stripe up through your folds, a barely-there sensation, but it makes your back arch regardless.

“Oliver,” you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

You hear him exhale in a smug laugh before you feel his tongue again. He’s far more intentional this time, letting it lap up your juices from every crevice. You tug hard on his hair when you feel the wet muscle breach your entrance, lewd slurping sounds coming from the way he pleasures you. His strong hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin, keeping you right where he wants you.

It feels like you’re levitating, ascending to a higher realm as he licks and sucks at your pretty, glistening pussy. He allows his mouth to focus on your clit, teeth grazing it in a greedy little nip before he soothes the area with his velvety tongue. You’re seeing stars when you feel two of his fingers slip generously inside of you, scissoring within your walls.

“Oh— oh my god,” you whine, your eyes pinching shut as you tip your head back.

“That’s right, baby — I’m your God. Worship me like I’m your God,” he growls, in a different headspace entirely.

While he’s usually so soft-spoken and polite, in this moment he’s cocky; more confident than you thought he’d ever be. You can’t fault him for it, though, because you do want to worship him. You want to get on your knees and pray for him.

Weeks of yearning, lusting after him from afar have come to fruition. Your longing now seeps out of you, with his eager mouth to swallow it all. He fucks his fingers harder into you, curling into your sweet spot as his tongue flicks rapidly back and forth over your sensitive bud.

The thing is, it’s been weeks of yearning on his end, too. This place, warm and wet between your thighs, is his altar — his holy ground. He wants to worship you just as much as he wants you to worship him. He’s dreamt of what you would taste like, how you’d suck him right in, and now that he has you he never wants to let you go.

“Fuck, Ollie, don’t stop,” you plead, letting loud rhythmic moans fall from your lips. At this point you don’t care if the entire house hears you; so fucking be it if they do. You know Farleigh would love something to gossip about; what better topic than how Oliver gave you a religious experience right under this massive roof?

Reading your mind, he speaks from his spot between your legs. “So fuckin’ loud, darling. You want everyone to hear us? To hear how good I make you feel?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you pant, grinding down on his fingers, nearly humping his face.

He hopes in his twisted mind that someone is listening. Hearing him claim you, mark you as his. He shakes his head back and forth, tongue laying flat as it swipes over your clit messily. You can feel yourself about to let go, to come completely undone for him.

But he can sense it, he can see it on your face that you’re so deliciously close to release, and he’s not having it yet.

Your brows furrow when he removes his fingers from your cunt, pulling his mouth away as well. You’re about to protest, about to plead with him to keep going, but he’s standing and pressing his lips to yours before you can get a word out.

There’s a painful ache in your core, and you can feel yourself still soaking wet for the man before you. His teeth bite at your bottom lip, tugging on it while he studies you with half-lidded eyes. He rolls his hips against yours and you can feel his excitement, his cock stiff in his boxers.

You paw at the waistband, attempting to free him from his confines, desperate to feel him. His fingers wrap around your wrists, stopping them from getting any closer to his cock.

“Don’t get greedy, sweetheart,” he warns. “I call the shots.”

He grabs you by the waist, encouraging you to sit on the counter behind you. You jump with his assistance, your skin cold where it rests on the marble surface.

His lips latch onto your neck once more, sucking on delicate skin, leaving tender bruises. He takes his sweet time, drawing out your agony as your arousal drips down your thighs. Pitiful whimpers crawl their way out of your throat, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access. He nips at the skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, licking the stinging spot afterwards to calm the ache. His thumbs tease your nipples, palms squeezing your breasts and making your back arch into him.

He removes one hand, reaching down to discard his boxers onto the floor. Finally, he grips his weeping cock in his fist, thumb running over the angry red tip. You gasp at the size of him, letting your eyes take in every inch, every vein. Committing him to memory.

“So fucking big, Ollie,” you murmur, reaching a tentative hand out, running a fingertip gently along his shaft. You’re almost surprised he lets you, and you don’t miss the way his jaw clenches in an attempt to keep his composure.

His large, warm palms move to your thighs, parting them for him. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips at the sight of you spread open for him, completely bare and wet with both his saliva and your arousal. In a moment of boldness, you pull him to you by the chain around his neck, your tongue instantly finding its way into his mouth. He exhales heavily, your tongues licking fervently into each other’s mouths, lips grazing.

You register the feeling of him lining his cock up at your entrance, the tip pressing against your folds. He slips inside, a groan leaving his lips as a shrill moan of his name leaves yours. The way he stretches you is bliss, there’s no other word for it. Pleasure that just barely teeters on the edge of pain, his cock reaching spots inside of you that your fingers could only hope to. He dips his head slightly, trailing kisses along your jawline until he reaches your ear, biting at the lobe. He starts with slow, calculated thrusts, his fingers digging harshly into your hips.

Your breathing is ragged, sinful sounds leaving you over and over as he starts to fuck you faster.

“Bet I feel so much better than your fingers, hm? Is this what you wanted all along? My cock stretching you out?” he asks, voice breathy and low. His words send shockwaves right to your core, turning you on even further.

“Yes, god, yes. Thought about this every night, Ollie. Wished you’d sneak into my room and have your way with me,” you confess, your cheeks growing warm as he smirks at you.

“Dirty little girl,” he tsks, letting his forehead rest against yours, fucking into you hard and fast.

The sounds of skin on skin mix with his pretty noises and yours; grunts and whines and sighs that reverberate off of the walls. Your nails claw at his shoulders, grounding yourself as his cock drives into your sweet spot again and again and again. Your eyes go wide when you watch him dip his head, spitting down onto your pussy, adding to the slippery mess that you’ve already created.

When he looks back up at you, your lips are parted in awe, your eyes begging for him to give you more. Spit in my mouth, please, is the unspoken cry that he understands instantly.

He grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks hard enough that your lips part further. Your eyes roll back into your skull as he lets a string of saliva fall into your waiting mouth, his fingers tapping the bottom of your chin twice, encouraging you to close your mouth and swallow. You do as he wants, willing to swallow whatever he’d give you.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, slowing his thrusts briefly, giving you long and passionate strokes before returning to his previous quick pace.

“Oliver, oh my god,” you cry for him, your eyes screwing shut. “Feels so good, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

You can feel your previously staved-off orgasm approaching once more, the coil in the pit of your gut tightening more and more with each snap of his hips against yours.

“You getting close, baby?” he asks, letting his fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze. It gets the reaction he wants, your eyes snapping open and focusing on him. “That’s right, you look at me when I’m making you feel this good,” he instructs, letting go of your neck. “Otherwise, you don’t get to cum.

“Y-yes sir,” you comply. “Please make me cum, I’m so fucking close, Ollie, need it so bad,” you beg, making sure to keep your eyes on his. That stunning, icy blue pierces through your soul, sending a chill down your spine. His stare is intimidating, raising the hairs on your neck just as it did each time you weren’t quite sure who was watching you.

He bites down hard on your shoulder, rutting into you faster and faster until you’re finally tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm hits you in overwhelming waves, your walls clenching tight around his thick length.

“Oliver, Oliver, Oliver,” you chant his name, a prayer being raised to the sky as he shows you pure ecstasy.

His movements don’t slow, his lips greedily sucking at your neck before making their way back to your mouth.

“Gonna let me cum inside you sweetheart?” he asks between desperate kisses, your instantaneous nod nearly embarrassing.

“Please cum inside me, need your fucking cum, Ollie,” you respond, lips brushing against his. “Fill me up, make me yours.”

He groans low at your words, eyelids fluttering closed as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Warm, thick ropes of his cum paint your walls, shuddering breaths leaving him as his head tips back.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he moans, giving you every drop that he has, continuing to rut into you until he’s completely milked dry.

Heavy breaths fill the room, his spent cock slipping out of you, leaving the mixture of your arousals to drip out and onto the floor. Trying to catch your breath, you watch in shock as he drops to his knees once more.

“What are you… what are you doing?” you ask, a sly smile on his face as he looks up at you.

“Just making sure you’re properly cleaned up, is all. Can’t have you going to bed like this,” he muses, collecting some of the sticky mixture with a quick swipe of his tongue. “Just lean back and relax, darling. Got to make up for all those nights you spent alone.”

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grxndprix · 1 year ago

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𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢��𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘵𝘸 — 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦/𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

It’s an odd thing, she realized. Practically lunacy. Rapt, her hand traced the outline of her collarbone, eyes following the motion in the mirror. Maybe she hoped for a lag in the reflection. This was a trick mirror, it had to be.

The muted olive walls of the bathroom closed in on her. Dim lighting, an orange-ish tint to the bulbs. Far too saturated, suffocating, she was choking herself out as thoughts swarmed around her mind. Lips parting in a quiet denial of the situation, she almost missed how her whole body was trembling.

[name] ran fingers through her hair in an effort to ground herself. Purple bruises and red bitemarks littered across her neck and collar, she flinched at the memory that came with them. She didn’t wear concealer, so she wouldn’t have any in her purse. Imperfections of her face bubbled up, but it wasn’t enough to rip her attention away from the marks.

Jujutsu High was supposed to be a safe haven. It was supposed to be somewhere she could focus on strengthening her skills, somewhere she could escape her ignorant and awful family — But tragedy tends to follow those who combat it the most.

A shaky breath, and [name] crumbled to the floor in a heap. She could hardly breathe, scratching at her skin, rubbing furiously at her body as her cries echoed in cracked whispers, “God, please get it off— Get his touch off— I-I can’t—” She hiccupped, tears rapid in their descent down her face.

Her knees ached from the coldness of the tiled floor, bathtub in her peripheral suddenly looking more like a coffin than anything else. She wondered, for a moment, — If she filled the tub with water and let the crystal substance fill her lungs, would she feel clean?

Bring her to the forest, dump her body on the grass. Nature will be gentler than any man.

Megumi Fushiguro wasn’t a bad man. That’s what [name] believed. She saw his stoicism as gentleness to the world. She saw his silence as peace. And, of course, she saw his potential as a sorcerer. She was the one who brought it to his attention, just before Gojo even got the idea to talk to him.

The girl had approached him just before he was to close his room’s door for the night.

[name] smiled softly, eyes not meeting his as she tried to step out of her comfort zone. “I just think you have a lot of amazing things you’d be able to do! You can bring out your potential, I just— I think you can pull it out of yourself, hon’, I really do…” She dared a glance up into his eyes, suppressing a wince when he had been looking at her the whole time. “If that makes sense, of course! Sorry, I don’t know why I—”

She was cut off by a quiet laugh. It wasn’t harsh or biting, not even mocking — It was a genuine, soft laugh. Finally turning to look at him properly, her heart almost fluttered. He was smiling, eyes crinkling upward at the notion. Despite her hesitation, he looked so… happy. He was shining, honestly.

“ Thanks, [name]. I, ah, needed that.” He ran a hand through his fluffy raven locks, gunmetal hues resting on her face. Unmoving. His cheeks were dusted a light pink. She internally breathed a sigh of relief, laughing with him. Her own smile was made even brighter than before, cheeks starting to hurt.

Megumi almost brought his hand up to affectionately ruffle her hair, but stopped himself. He could hold on for a bit longer, he could— He observed the crinkle in her eyes, the bags under them, the moles, the light in her pupils, and suddenly, he recognized life as short.

[name] had to depart, she decided with a glance at her phone. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she’d promised Itadori a hangout. She was about to wave goodbye, the words settling on her tongue— If not for his hand shooting up, grabbing her wrist before she could even try to pull back.

The countdown started. Megumi liked to believe he was great at keeping all of his true thoughts and feeling under wraps.

[name] didn’t flinch. Why would she? She’d gotten comfortable with Megumi, there was no reason for her to—

Oh.

His eyes had darkened. She didn’t think it had been possible, really, but all the memories of her family had come rushing back. A tidal wave of sin, the sudden recession of an ocean. She looked at their intertwined hands, then back up at his face. Something in the air had shifted.

The girl gave a cautious tug at her wrist, eyes no longer possessing the strength of contact with his. “Ah, I gotta go hon’—, Promised Yuuji I’d hang out with him.” She experimentally tugged again, but to no avail. Her lips turned the slightest bit downward.

Perhaps the scariest part was Megumi’s silence. The way his eyes fell dull, completely unlike the smile on his face just moments before. Was his previous grin sardonic? Did she not catch the undertone? His grip on [name]’s wrist only tightened a considerable amount, brows creasing together in a look that mirrored— What, betrayal? Annoyance? Was she being annoying for trying to leave?

“...Megumi?” Cautious. She realized her tone was cautious. What changed? Just a few minutes ago she felt completely comfortable with him, she was at peace and felt that he was someone she could trust, but now—

She didn’t get the chance to respond. The quiet of the hallway sank in quickly as he yanked her feeble frame inside. A yelp, but it reached no one as the door slammed shut.

[name] turned to Megumi, eyes wide and pupils just shaking with fear. Silence, as it was, spoke fucking volumes. She hadn’t noticed it before, the way his gunmetal blue eyes dragged along her body, sizing her up like lamb to the slaughter.

He took a step forward, dorm floor creaking with the notion. She took one back. It took a second, but her flight instinct kicked in. Turning on her heel, [name] went for a mad dash for the backdoor. It led to his balcony, so maybe if she jumped and ran for Yuuji, or Gojo Sensei, or Nobara—

A single hand caught on her hair and pulled. A wounded whimper left the girl’s throat, body crashing right back into the ravenette’s. She struggled as much as possible, but it didn’t do much when he just got her right up against the nearest wall.

Those gunmetal eyes carried the embers of hell, she thought. Despite her weak whines and cries, the devil’s whispers painted fluttering kisses to cloud any sane thought she hoped had burrowed into Megumi’s mind.

He pinned her wrists above her head, frame completely devouring hers as he dove in for a kiss. She squirmed under him, trying to turn her head, but one of his hands only held her chin in place. This was her worst nightmare turned ten times more malicious.

His hands roamed her body with the desire of Eros, the pursuit of Persephone from Hades, the longing of Pothos — A man possessed by tragedy. She had to be his lyre, the instrument he used and used and used and used—

[name] cried out as his teeth sank into the soft of her neck. His tongue seemed to lap up the blood easily, as if an apology for his unbridled animosity. He treated her like glass he knew could be repaired. Delicate, but made for shattering.

Megumi seemed to hardly use any strength to rip the front of her shirt open with one hand, leaning down to pepper his kisses down her chest. The tattered remains of her shirt and bra fell to the floor, leaving the upper part of her body completely vulnerable and to his mercy. Teeth on skin, marking, sucking — He was making sure no inch of her didn’t carry him.

A breath, and [name] almost thought he’d come to his senses with the way his ministrations paused. However, she was proven wrong when he moved to remove her bottoms too. His free hand reached down and began to rub circles on her, now, exposed clit. She writhed as much as she could, breathless pleas falling from her lips as his long fingers worked their way inside of her, eliciting even more pained cries.

The boy didn’t offer a response, much too lost in everything about the moment. She was under him, whimpering because of him, this wet because of him— What else could he ever ask for?

In one swift movement, Megumi lifted her thighs to rest around his waist. He had pulled his sweatpants down enough to rub his erection against her bare pussy. She winced at the movement, head thrown back against the wall as his grip tightened around her wrists. A quietly strained groan left his throat, the first noise he’d made this whole time.

[name] bit her tongue so as to not offer any other response that may satisfy, resorting to quietly struggling against him again. He, of course, did not budge one bit. The horror she felt before only increased when the head of his cock started to push into her. A strangled cry, eyes squeezing shut as he sunk deeper and deeper into her warmth.

He groaned quietly again, just letting his hips rest against hers for a moment. It didn’t last very long though, as he slowly started to roll his thrusts into her, face buried in her neck as she kept her head held high against the wall.

The thrusts started off fairly slow, but he really just— couldn’t get enough. Megumi hissed a quiet ‘fuck…’, pace increasing a great amount. She tried to hold back, but her back had already arched the tiniest bit, canines digging into her lip.

The brutality of how he fucked her just got worse and worse, and soon enough the whole dorm was full of both of their strained moans, skin slapping against skin, thumps against the wall. She couldn’t take it anymore, tears streaming down her face for a while now as she begged him to just stop, stop, stop—

But it doesn’t take a genius to see how he was far too deep in to tap out now. Megumi’s groans and soft whines echoed against the wall, and he couldn’t care less that Yuuji could easily hear them from the next room over. If anything, that was good — Maybe Yuuji’d take the hint after hearing her moan his name instead.

[name]’s breath quickened, climax approaching, but the sick feeling of being taken advantage of like this, the dirtiness that came with an orgasm from such a sick person— She couldn’t do this. She didn’t want to, she never wanted to.

Pitch black hair bounced with each pronounced thrust, but his pace grew sloppy. [name]’s breath hitched at the slow realization. It felt like the world had come crumbling down in an instant, and her fear grew impossibly larger.

“M-Megumi— Not in– Not inside, please—” She stammered, but it really only came out as a whine or whimper than a command.

Like always, he didn’t offer a response. He just kept fucking into her at that same brutal pace, before his hips stuttered along with her pleas — And before she knew it, he was shooting ropes of white into her tight walls.

Breathing heavily, Megumi’s hips stayed against hers again, just relishing in the heat pulsing between the two of them. After a few moments of panting and an intimacy she wanted to rip from her body, he let her thighs uncoil from around his waist.

The boy pulled out, juices running down both of their thighs as he tucked himself away. [name] slumped against the wall, in a pool of her own ripped up clothes, completely open and vulnerable to the man who had taken advantage of her. She tucked her knees into her chest, eyes blank and empty as she tried to catch her breath.

Megumi ran a hand through his hair, light sweat catching onto his skin. He clicked his tongue gently, seeming to weigh his options before pulling her up into his arms. She flinched violently, and that only got another click of his tongue. He brought her into the washroom, running a warm bath and shutting the door for the sake of privacy. Ironic, isn’t it?

Which… leads to…

Right now.

[name] ran a hand down her face, breaths significantly slower but still short. She was completely out of touch right now, eyes swirling with fatigue, blankness, and something akin to horror.

Standing up, she found it in herself to at least wash the parts she felt most dirty, but as she pulled on the spare clothes Megumi had given her, it didn’t make her feel any better. She took a heavy breath, giving it a once-over in the mirror. The oversized shirt hung low enough on her neck to expose all the marks and bruises littered all over the skin, and he hadn’t supplied her with a bra either. No matter what, she was exposed to him.

She blinked the fatigue in her eyes away for the sake of trying to figure out an action plan. If she can exit his dorm right now, get to one of the higher ups and report this, hell, even Yuuji—

Yeah. She can do that. She rubbed her eyes, lashes damp with still fresh tears. She can do this. Her hand went to the door knob—

But the door swung open itself, Megumi stepping in and shutting the door behind him. He thought himself to be good at keeping his true thoughts and feelings under wraps at all times, he really did — And yet, as he pushed the terrified girl up against the sink, teeth sinking into her neck once more, he knew it was bullshit.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it sure as hell burned in one.

𝘱𝘭𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 ☆

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Co-Host Part 2

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Warning - smut

Lucy yelped as her back was pushed against the cold tiles of the shower. The water was hot but the tiles hadn’t caught up yet. Leah kissed the brunette hard, she couldn’t get enough of Lucy’s mouth. The small whimpers she made every time Leah circled her clit were delicious.

The blonde pressed her body hard against Lucy’s, pinning her to the shower wall. Lucy was a little shocked at the strength of the blonde. Lucy grunted. “Stop teasing.”

Leah was more of a dominant person when it came to her sex life, she liked being in control. She could switch things up if she wanted to but she preferred to be in charge. However so did a certain brunette. Leah could tell Lucy was trying to dominate this round but Leah wasn’t haven’t it.

Leah scrapped her teeth along Lucy’s collarbone, making the taller girl shiver. Leah smiled against her olive skin. She trailed hot kisses down from the brunnete's neck to her chest. She took one of Lucy’s perked nipples into her mouth sucking gently at first.

Lucy gasped at the feeling of Leah’s mouth on her. She snaked her hands into her hair, needing some kind of control over the movement.

Leah sucked a little harder, watching Lucy’s face for any sign of discomfort. She let her nipple go with a loud pop. The brunette brought her back up by her hair, wanting to feel Leah’s lips again. Leah nibbled on Lucy’s lower lip. Her hand was still between Lucy’s legs, working her up, she glided her fingers back and forth, through Lucy’s wet velvet lips, feeling every curve of her.

Lucy was moving her hips with Leah’s hand, but she wasn’t getting what she wanted. She wasn’t below begging but she preferred it when she was the one being begged. But right now it didn’t seem like Leah was going to break and Lucy needed her. Her next words were quiet.

“Please, Leah.”

That’s all the blonde needed. She hooked Lucy’s right thigh with her left arm, spreading her open. Lucys back still against the shower wall. She slowly pushed one finger into Lucy. She let out a small groan, but that wasn’t good enough for Leah.

She slipped another finger in, she was tight so Leah went slow. Lucy let out a gasp, the back of her head hitting the tiled wall.

“Fuuuuck, Leah. You. Hmmmp.”

The feeling of Leah being inside her, pumping into her was everything Lucy needed. She couldn’t get out a straight sentence. It felt like her fingers were made just for Lucy.

Leah could feel Lucy’s pussy pulling her in, squeezing around her fingers. She started to thrust quicker, curling her fingers, making sure to hit Lucy’s g spot. Lucy let out a high pitched whine. Leah was loving the noises she was pulling from her. Lucy wrapped her arms around Leah’s neck, needing something to hold onto. Leah kept a steady pace, she had the brunette just how she wanted her.

The shower water was running over their bodies, making the whole experience ten times hotter. Leah kissed and sucked at Lucy’s neck, never taking her mouth away from her skin. Lucy felt like she was becoming drunk off Leah. She was all over her. Leah was fucking her into a state. Lucy felt like she had entered a wet dream of hers, and she didn’t want to wake up.

Leah was also in her own wet dream, she had imagined having Lucy like this for a while, and now she finally was. She looked at the girl in front of her. Her eyes were closed, her face was in a state of bliss but Leah needed to see her cum. The problem was she only had one hand.

“Touch yourself Luce. I want you to stroke your pretty little clit, can you do that for me?”

Lucy finally opened her eyes, she looked at the blonde in front of her. She didn’t even look out of breath, she looked like this was an easy work out for her. Lucy was embarrassed about how affected the blonde was making her. Leah telling her to play with herself was a whole new experience she didn’t know she needed.

The brunette nodded, not trusting herself to speak, she brought her right hand from Leah’s neck and slowly down in-between her own legs. She wasn’t shocked out how wet she was, Leah was reading her body as if it was her own, she clearly knew what she was doing and Lucy was loving it.

She groaned as she touched her sensitive clit, the added pressure to her pussy nearly made her buckle under herself.

Leah bit at Lucy’s neck. “You’re so good at listening.” Leah had a wicked smile on her face, she was loving the control she had over Lucy.

The brunette drew tight circles around her swollen clit, she was still sensitive from only just having Leah on her knees for her.

Leah nibbled at Lucy’s ear breathing on her neck. “Thats it Luce, I bet that feels so good.”

She started to feel herself shake, her body was on fire. She kept her pace up between her legs, touching herself the way she liked. Leah was pumping away, hitting all the right spots with each thrust, never slowing down. Lucy was surprised at how easy this all felt, how easy they fell into this state.

She started to feel her stomach tighten, her head fell onto Leah’s shoulder, panting hard onto her skin. Leah squeezed Lucy’s thigh, pushing it just a bit higher, giving herself more room to push deeper into Lucy. The brunette whimpered at the new feeling. She touched herself, pushing hard onto her clit, she was so close. Her hips started to spasm, her head rolled back to the wall.

Leah didn’t take her eyes off Lucy, she watched as the brunette bit her bottom lip. Her breathing became harder, she dug her nails into Leah’s back. Leah didn’t care, she just wanted to watch Lucy, watch her come apart. And she did. The blonde felt Lucy pulsating around her fingers.

“I, I, fuccck. Leah, don - don’t stop. I’m. Fuck.” Lucy came hard into Leah’s hand.

Lucy breathed hard. Her chest rising and falling fast. Her head stayed on the tile, her eyes closed. Leah could see she was shattered, but she was happy with how ragged Lucy looked. She slowly pulled out of Lucy, lowering her thigh, she wanted to slide her finger over Lucy’s clit but she knew she’d be sensitive. Lucy opened her eyes, to see Leah staring up at her, Leah looked smug, but Lucy didn’t mind.

Leah gently cupped Lucy by her chin, she kissed her softly, pressing her body close to the taller girl. Lucy let out a low moan, she enjoyed feeling the blonde against her body more than she would like to admit. She was shattered, the long day, alcohol and the two earth shattering orgasm had caught up with her. Leah was also tired, she smiled up at the brunette with sleepy eyes.

They washed themselves and each other, laughing at something the other would say. The girls finished up in the shower, making their way into the main room. Leah watched as Lucy walked over to the king size bed. She smiled to herself, thinking about how this day turned out, the night she just had had. What a turn of events.

But her happiness was cut short, Leah suddenly wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t know if Lucy would want her to leave. She thought she should just throw her dress back on and see if Katie was done in their room. A awkward panic set over her.

Lucy turned around to see Leah’s demeanour had changed, she looked like she did earlier in the night, a slight panic on her face.

“You okay?”

Leah snapped her neck up. “Oh, yeah. I’ll just grab my dress and get out of your way. Katie’s probably finished now.”

Lucy let out a small laugh. She was starting to understand Leah was an over thinker. Everything she wasn’t.

“Don’t be silly, it’s late. I said you can stay in my room, and my mind hasn’t changed just because of what happened.”

Leah smiled shyly at the brunette. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Lucy started to think it was a nervous thing she did.

“Plus, I never kick a girl out after sex. Especially when she’s made me cum the way that you did.” Lucy smiled playfully at the blonde.

Leah snorted, and rolled her eyes. She felt herself calm down instantly, Lucy had a way of making her relax. It was a nice change. A content atmosphere filled the space between the two. Both girls were still in their towels, Lucy was looking through her suitcase, trying to find her pj’s.

“Great, I’ve forgot to pack my pyjamas.”

Leah laughed. “Yeah, yeah. You just want to be naked in bed.”

Lucy laughed, Leah enjoyed making Lucy laugh. “No really, I didn’t pack them. To be honest I never sleep with clothes, so I’m not surprised I forgot to pack them. I didn’t think I’d have a roomie either.” Lucy once again, making light of the situation.

Leah couldn’t help but imagine what kind of bed sheets Lucy had. She imagined her bed sheets smelt like lavender or fresh linen. Wondered what it would be like to wake up to a naked Lucy.

Before her mind could wonder any further into that certain scenario the brunette pulled her back from her thoughts. “Do you mind if I’m naked? I can sleep in my top and boxers I have for tomorrow. If you’d prefer?”

Leah scrunched up her face in disbelief. “Are you really asking me that? Did I not just have you completely naked in front of me, knuckle deep?” Lucy was the one to snort this time, she raised her eyebrows at Leah, laughing.

“Yeah okay, I was just making sure.”

Leah rolled her eyes and let out a yawn. “Besides all my stuff is in my room, I’ll be naked myself. If that’s okay with you?”

“I’m completely okay with that.” Lucy smiled like a kid in the candy store.

They got themselves settled in bed, both hardly keeping their eyes open.

“I’m setting an alarm for 8, if that’s okay? I’m meeting my lot downstairs for breakfast.”

Leah nodded. “Sounds good. Katie better not have that sock on the door. I’ll just go in anyways, sock or no sock.”

Lucy laughed softly, tiredness taking over her. “Yeah, she can’t be annoyed at you for it either. I mean, I’m not complaining, I’ve had a great night. She lazily winked at Leah, cocky smile on her face.”

Leah gave a coy smile at the defender, suddenly feeling shy again, but not awkward or anxious. “So have I.”

They laid there looking at each other. Until Lucy yawned again.

“Can I be annoying? Can we swap places? I can’t sleep on this side. Sorry.” Leah said it almost at a whisper. Lucy just about heard her.

Lucy smiled a sleepy smile, eyes nearly fully shut. Leah couldn’t help but think how cute she looked, a big 360 from an hour ago.

“You aren’t half demanding are you Williamson.” She said it with playfulness to her tone.

“You wasn’t complaining earlier.” Leah surprised herself with her quick reply considering she was half asleep.

Lucy chuckled, she was shocked at how easy this felt once again.

“Scoot over then.”

They both went to move but neither knowing what way to go without leaving the bed.

“Wait, you lay, I’ll go over.” Lucy pushed herself up and climbed over Leah, almost laying her body on top of hers. They were face to face for a couple of seconds, making Leah realise they hadn’t actually had sex in the bed.

She felt her body wake up having Lucy on top of her, even though she was half asleep two seconds ago. Lucy smirked as she laid on her new side, clearly seeing her movements had an effect on the blonde.

Silence fell over them, clearly both tired from the days events. Leah wasn’t sure if she should scoot over to Lucy, was this a cuddle type situation? Should she stick to her side? They hadn’t really spoken about anything they did tonight. Should they? Will it be awkward? She wondered if they would talk after this? Or would Lucy want to do this again? Before she could think any further she felt Lucy’s warm body press against hers.

“We don’t have to cuddle but I’m kind of cold, do you mind? No worries if not.”

Leah felt Lucy’s breath tickle her neck, her body shivered from the feeling.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. I’m a bit cold too.”

Lucy pushed her chest against Leah’s back. Leah’s breath faltered feeling Lucy’s breast against her in this intimate way. Leah pushed her backside up against Lucy’s bottom half, feeling the most warth from the brunette.

“I’ve turned the thermostat up, it should hopefully get warm in a bit.”

Leah didn’t realise before how sexy Lucy’s voice was, her voice was deep but soft, her northern accent sounded so soothing. Especially when you had it right in your ear, causing every hair to stand up on her skin.

Silence took over once again. Leah found herself smiling into the embrace. She wasn’t sure what was really happening. Today had been a roller coaster of emotions, and didn’t really any time to process it.

Now she’s lying in bed with Lucy Bronze her “enemy” naked against her, being the big spoon. Sleep finally took over her, pushing her thoughts away.

—————-

Leah woke up first. The sun broke through the curtain right into her face. Her head was slightly groggy, her mouth felt like the Sahara desert. She was suddenly aware she was isn’t in her room, she knew why.

A slight panic set over her, the memories of last night flooded her brain. She looked at her phone for the time, 6.49 am. She gently turned around to see Lucy’s freckled face fast asleep. She looked so soft and peaceful but Leah didn’t want to think about that right now. She could feel the panic creeping up on her. She needed to leave.

Leah didn’t regret last night, she just didn’t know how this was meant to go. Lucy wasn’t a girl she picked up from the bar and had a night of fun with. She couldn’t just say ‘Thanks, see you around.’

She wasn’t sure Lucy would be the same way she was towards her as she was last night. She probably only let Leah stay because she felt she had to. Maybe she was more drunk than she lead on and would regret that she slept with her. Leah didn’t want that, she wanted to make it easier for the both of them and just get out of her way. She didn’t want to be rejected by someone she actually liked.

She quietly looked around the room for her underwear, she didn’t have to search too hard. Her knickers and bra were thrown in the hallway, memories flooded her brain of Lucy removing named clothing.

She dressed quickly, grabbing her heels and phone. She somehow managed to not wake Lucy, she didn’t want to explain why she was leaving without saying a word to her. She slowly opened the door, taking one last look over at the brunette, sadness taking over her.

She gently shut the door, making her way to her room, she thanked the gods that there wasn’t a sock on the door. She noticed Katie asleep in her bed. She grabbed her bag and quickly changed into jeans and a T-shirt, brushed her teeth and left as quick as she could. She didn’t want to explain anything to anyone and really didn’t want to bump into Lucy.

Lucy woke to her alarm. Straight away feeling a pain in her head. It wasn’t the worst, but definitely enough to make your day slower. She stoped the alarm as quick as she could, hoping to not wake her guest. She turned around to an empty bed.

She thought Leah might be in the bathroom as she laid her head back down on the pillow. After a minute or two she realised she hadn’t heard any noise. She sat up in the bed, noticing Leah’s heels and clothes were gone. She had left.

Lucy felt a wave of sadness hit her, she didn’t really understand why Leah left, she thought they had fun last night. But maybe that’s all it was, it wasn’t anymore than that, and Lucy understood that more than most. She had plenty of nights like these, but for some reason this hurt.

It hurt because Lucy and Leah got close in many different ways last night, it hurt more because Lucy felt they a little connection between them. The night had felt relaxed and easy, everything between them felt natural.

Maybe it stung more because she liked the girl. Plus, it was never nice to wake up alone, she shivered suddenly feeling cold,

Lucy showered and got ready to meet the girls for breakfast. She couldn’t stop thinking about Leah, about their night. How Leah moaned her name, how she sounded when she came, the way she looked at Lucy when she was between her legs.

She couldn’t help wonder why Leah left the way she did. She had come to realise Leah was a bit of an over thinker, maybe she regretted what happened? She probably regretted sleeping with Lucy. Maybe she couldn’t bring herself to talk to her, she was that embarrassed. That thought stung.

Lucy made her way to the breakfast area of the hotel. She saw the girls on a table in the back. She wasn’t in the best mood, she was a little bit hungover and her confidence was low. So she didn’t join the conversations much. Keira noticed straight away.

The girls made their way to the buffet. Lucy felt Keira nudge her. “You okay Luce? You seem a bit down?”

Of course Keira would notice. They broke up over a yeah and a half ago, but was still the best of friends.

Lucy took a deep breath. “Yeah, just hanging a little, I must have drank more than I realised.” Lucy hoped that would be enough. As much as she loved Keira she did not want to be talking about her and Leah.

Keira could tell she was lying but she also knew when to push Lucy and right now wasn’t the time. “Yeah, I had G bugging me all night. Just about got any sleep.”

Lucy forced a laugh. “Yeah she’s like a kid with a sugar rush sometimes.”

Keira gave out a small laugh, still knowing Lucy wasn’t right. “I’m here if you need me, you know, you can talk to me.” She squeezed Lucy’s arm, and grabbed some toast.

Lucy nodded her head. “Thank you Keira. I’m just tired, can’t wait to get back to my own bed.”

Keira gave her a smile and made her way back to the table where the other girls already were. Lucy made an effort to talk in the conversations but wasn’t herself. It annoyed her how much this was effecting her.

Cars were sent for the girls, Lucy and Alessia shared again, thankfully Alessia scrolled on her phone, not making too much conversation, maybe she could sense Lucy was off, or she was tired herself but Lucy was thankful for the silence.

They finally arrived at Lucy’s house, she said her goodbyes to Alessia. When she got in she went straight to her gym, taking her emotions out on her punching bag

******

Two weeks had passed, and there had been no contact between the two. Leah hadn’t stopped thinking about the brunette since she shut that hotel door. She found herself on Lucy’s Instagram daily, scrolling through her pictures. She had been in Lucy’s inbox, writing out message after message, but always deleting it.

She regretted how she handled that day. She thought about Lucy waking up alone and it made her feel awful. She wanted to talk to Lucy, to apologise for leaving her alone in that hotel room without a word. Tell her that she was in her own head, over thinking the whole thing.

But another side of her also thought Lucy clearly didn’t want to talk to her. She hadn’t messaged her either, she hadn’t gone out of her way to get in contact with her. Maybe she was glad Leah left that day.

Leah thought about that night everyday, she realised it was the first time in a long time that she had felt that relaxed with someone. Lucy had a way of making Leah feel comfortable and completely at ease. She had managed to help her at every turn and Leah treated her like she was nothing.

The whole situation was a lot, especially for an over thinker like Leah. She didn’t know where she stood with Lucy, they hadn’t had any kind of relationship before that day, it had always been hostile and in the space of a couple of hours that all changed. It was just a head fuck.

Leah enjoyed that night more than she would be willing to admit. Well if she was asked she would admit that she hadn’t been able to touch herself without thinking about the brunette.

She’d also admit that when she was between her own legs she was never left satisfied. No bullet, rabbit or own hand could get her off properly. She hadn’t been able to since Lucy had her way with her, no matter how much she set the mood, it just didn’t feel the same.

A couple hours later Leah was getting out of the shower, she sat on her bed drying her hair. She went to check her phone, it had 47 watssapps notifications.

She had been added to a group chat named “My 30th🎉🎂” sent from Millie.

She opened it up, it read.

Millie - Hi guys, so as you know I’m turning 30 on the 21st. I’m going to throw a party at the Blossom bar, starts at 7pm. I’d love to see you if you’re about! ❤️

Leah scrolled through the chat to see who had already replied. She saw many numbers that were already saved to her contacts, confirming they would be there. Then she saw one that wasn’t.

A number read out with the name Lucy above it. She felt her belly jump, she clicked on the contact and saw the face she had been picturing everyday since she last saw her in person. She looked at Lucy’s dp picture, she was smiling, wearing reading glasses, her hood up. Not a picture she had seen on her insta.

She went back to see what the girl had written.

Lucy - sounds good, will be there 🥳

She sat just staring at the phone, she was finally going to see Lucy in person. She felt giddy, like a child going to Disney land. She decided to reply, wanting to see if Lucy would read it and of course to let Millie know she was coming…

Leah - I’ll be there, can’t wait! 🍸

Lucy was on her phone as the text came through, she saw the name Leah come up next to a number that wasn’t saved. She pushed the notification up, away from her screen. Lucy wasn’t feeling the same way as Leah, in all honesty Leah had really hurt Lucy.

Lucy had felt her confidence drop a little since that night. She went over the whole day countless times in her head, trying to work out what she did wrong. She had been nothing but nice to Leah, had helped her out with her stage fright and even let her sleep in her room when she didn’t have anywhere to go.

Having sex made it worse, she wouldn’t say feelings had got in the way but it was hard to share an intimate night like they did and then to be ghosted like that the next day was harsh. It wasn’t like she didn’t know Leah, they were going to bump into each other sooner or later.

She felt like she wasn’t good enough to just be told. ‘Last night was fun, let’s keeps this as friends.’ She had expected a text or something from Leah but nothing, she felt like shit for it.

Leah clearly didn’t want anything to do with her, so she’d make sure to keep the relationship like they did before. So when she’d see Leah at the party she knew how she wanted to be, and she knew Leah would be the same.

Two weeks had passed and the party was tonight. Leah had felt butterflies since the group chat, the thought of seeing Lucy in person again was making her nervous. She wanted to look good tonight, a lot of football players were going to be there but she only wanted to look good for one. She decided on wearing loose grey jeans, a grey boob tube that revealed her tight stomach and a long black leather jacket. Her hair down with a slight curl to it.

She ordered an Uber and made her way to the venue. Her stomach felt like it was going to jump out of her mouth, she tried to calm herself down with breathing, it only helped a small amount. She arrived at the venue, outside was kitted out with balloons and a banner for Millie. She thanked the driver and made her way inside, the music was pumping, she could hear plenty of people.

There was a room full of faces, many she recognised some she didn’t. She thankfully saw Lauren Hemp. The shorter blonde smiled and waved her over. They had spoken before hand to make sure the other was going, they had become closer over the summer last year, Leah would even go as far to say best friends. She went over and hugged her shorter friend.

“Alright mate? You’re looking good.” Lauren looked Leah up and down. She was wearing an outfit similar to Leah’s.

“Thank you, not looking too bad yourself. Great minds think alike.” Leah smiled easily at her friend. They spoke about the new season starting and other general topics.

Leah looked around the room for a certain brunette but she had yet to see her. She wondered if she was still coming, she noticed Lucy didn’t read the message Leah had sent on the group chat.

“Where’s Millie? I need to say hi and give her this.” Leah held up a birthday bag.

Lauren looked around the room, pointing over to a corner, Mille was standing talking to a few people.

“Great, I’ll be right back.” Lauren waved her off, she had already started talking to Rachel about something to do with football.

Leah made her way over to Millie, the taller girl was laughing at something someone said. She tapped her on her shoulder the older girl turned around, happy to see Leah.

“You came! Thank you for coming.”

Leah hugged her friend. “Don’t be silly of course I would, thank you for inviting me. Also happy birthday!” She handed Millie the birthday bag.

“Ahh Leah, thank you, you didn’t need to do that.”

Leah scrunched up her face. “Don’t be silly. Are you having a good time?”

Mille smiled widely at the shorter girl. “Yeah, Lucy was just telling me about why she doesn’t eat pickles anymore.”

Leah’s stomach dropped at the name, Mille turned her body to show a smiling Lucy sitting on a chair behind her. Leah hadn’t noticed she was there, the brunette wasn’t looking there way, she was talking to a girl Leah didn’t recognise.

Millie saw Leah’s face, she remembered the girls didn’t like each other. So she quickly moved on with the conversation, but before she could go much further someone called her over.

“Sorry Leah, I’ll come find you in a bit. This party’s more like a business meeting.” She rolled her eyes and went to the person calling her.

Leah stood there, not knowing what to do with herself, she watched as the blonde girl whispered something into Lucy’s ear. Just as Leah was about to leave she caught eyes with the brunette. It felt like time slowed down, Lucy looked at her coldly, she didn’t keep her eyes on her long, she seemed more interested in what the girl beside her just said.

It must have been funny because Lucy was laughing, the kind of laugh Leah had become fond of on that night they shared. It felt like it took forever to move her feet, everything felt like it was in slow motion.

She turned around and made her way back to Lauren, she was still in a conversation with Rachel. Once again Leah found herself feeling anxious. Over the years Leah had been on the receiving end of Lucy’s cold side towards her and had many looks like the one she just received. However that was before the night they shared, this time it felt so much colder, it actually hurt her to receive a look like that from Lucy.

She tried to ignore the feeling, she included herself in the conversation between Lauren and Rachel, she wanted to ignore the feeling of dread. Once again she was in Lucy’s bad books.

Couple hours later and the party was in full swing, Leah had stayed with Lauren most of the night. She caught up with some of her team mates and players that she was friendly with. Now and again she looked over at Lucy, she was still with the blonde girl, they seemed to get closer throughout the night.

Every time Leah just happened to be looking over, because it’s not like she was staring or trying to see Lucy whenever she could. She saw the blonde touching Lucy on the arm, laughing at her jokes or Lucy leaning impossibly close to the girl. Leah would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous, she knows she has no right to be but come on, she’s human. She drank her 5th drink of the night and tried to ignore the jealousy rising up.

Lucy could feel those blue eyes on her every so often, she tried to ignore it at first but it was hard not to. She had seen Leah when she first arrived at the party, she looked annoyingly good but also nervous, she saw her make a bee line for Lauren.

Leah hadn’t seen her yet, she watched her talk to Lauren, she looked as if she was looking around the room for someone, for a brief second she wondered if it was her. Then she realised she was probably looking for Millie.

Lucy was talking to a friend of friend of Millie’s, it was obvious she fancied Lucy. Lucy didn’t mind the attention, after the last few weeks her ego had been hit since the night with Leah, so she was more then happy to flirt back. It didn’t hurt that the girl was undoubtedly hot, and actually had good chat. But she couldn’t help but find herself looking at another blonde.

When Lucy noticed Leah talking to Millie she couldn’t help but stare, Leah still hadn’t noticed her at the time. Seeing Leah was confusing, she had convinced herself that she didn’t want anything to do with the girl but seeing her again stirred something up in Lucy.

When she caught eyes with the blonde, she felt her belly flutter, but she wasn’t going to show it. She gave Leah a look she had giving her many times before. It was the first time she found it hard to do but her walls were up, she felt weird when she watched Leah walk away.

A little while after, Leah was in a group with Chloe, Jess and Esme, she excused herself to go to the toilet. She had done well to take her eyes away from Lucy, even if it was only 10 minutes.

She made her way to the restroom. Once done in the cubicle, she washed her hands and touched up her make up. She heard the toilet door stall open behind her. She had seen this sight before. Lucy stood behind her, eyes catching each others in the mirror. Lucy looked shocked, she clearly didn’t know Leah was already there.

Lucy looked unreal. She had her hair in her usual bun, with the middle parting. A lime green vest top that showed off her abs and perfect body. White cargo trousers, finished off with a pair of white Nike trainers.

She walked toward the sink, washing her hands. The room felt like it had lost all of its oxygen. Leah looked at the brunette, she wanted to say so much to her, but she lost her voice. She thought about the last couple of weeks, how she felt, how she must have made Lucy feel, if she did feel anything at all.

She didn’t know when she would see Lucy again, when they might be in this kind of situation again. She pushed every bit of her courage to finally open her mouth, the drink definitely helped aswell.

“I’m sorry.”

Lucy raised her head looking at Leah in the mirror, her face was unreadable.

Leah continued. “I don’t even know where to start, I really fucked up. I shouldn’t have left without saying anything. I panicked and didn’t know what to do, I thought you would have changed your mind in the morning and regretted the night. I just didn’t want that and I left, I’ve been wanting to talk to you I didn’t know if you would want that.”

Lucy didn’t say anything, her face was unchanged.

“I really enjoyed myself that night, and not just because of the amazing sex. I had fun with you.” There was more to that, like the fact that Leah had one of the best nights she’s had in a long time, or the fact that Lucy made her feel so relaxed and comfortable and she hadn’t felt like that with anyone else, but Leah kept that to herself.

Leah was starting to word vomit. The drink definitely helped.

“If it makes you feel any better I’ve not stopped thinking about you. I can’t even fucking touch myself without thinking about you, I haven’t even came properly because of you!”

Fuck.

Did she really just say that?

Lucy stayed quiet, she looked at Leah in the mirror, causing the girl to squirm under her stare, she watched as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She turned around facing the blonde, she didn’t really think about what she did next. She pulled Leah in by her waist, her face inches from hers. She could smell Leah’s perfume, the same sandalwood smell from that night.

Leah gasped at the fast movement, all of a sudden she had the face she had been thinking about all week inches from hers. She moved forward to close the gap but Lucy moved back, smirk on her face. Leah went to go again, but Lucy took another step back. Leah knew she was teasing her, it frightened her how quick she was able to be teased by the girl. She grabbed Lucy by her waist and pinned her to the sink, not having anywhere to move this time.

She leaned slowly into Lucy, watching her lips, she had thought about those lips for the longest time. The brunettes mouth was slightly open, Leah wanted to taste her mouth again. She leaned in, lips finally connecting, feeling the curve of her perfect mouth. Her mouth tasting of mint and rum, Leah’s new favourite mix.

Lucy had planned on not talking to Leah, not acknowledging the girl, but here she was, sucking on Leah’s glorious tongue. As soon as she saw her tonight she knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Hearing Leah admit that she hadn’t stopped thinking about her was confusing, but she was also elated, but also annoyed, she had convinced herself that Leah wanted nothing to do with her.

But, hearing the confession that she had touched herself while thinking of Lucy, well, Lucy’s head couldn’t have gotten any bigger. But what did it mean? Did Leah like her? Or just like having sex with her? She wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, but if it meant she could be with Leah in anyway, she’d take it.

Having Leah’s lips again was like heaven, she wanted this more than she realised. She opened her mouth allowing Leah in. Leah took the opportunity and gently glided her tongue along Lucy’s bottom lip, dipping her tongue into her mouth, finally tasting her again.

Lucy’s head spun, she had forgotten how good it was to kiss Leah, how good she felt on her lips. She needed to feel her, she needed to hear her moan, but she was going to do it on her own terms.

She spun them around, pinning Leah to the sink, she began kissing Leah’s neck. Biting her skin, not too hard but enough to make Leah gasp, she kissed each bit of flesh and soothed it with her tongue.

She grabbed Leah by the waist and placed her on the sink counter. Leah gasped once more, she knew Lucy was strong but to be moved so effortlessly was more of a turn on than she would like to admit. Lucy placed herself between her legs, she grabbed Leah’s face kissing her hard. Leah groaned into Lucy’s mouth, she felt herself becoming wet, her skin felt like it was on fire.

Lucy was taking full control of this, and Leah was loving it, normally the one to be in control but this time round she just wanted Lucy to take her however she pleased. Lucy took her by her wrists and lifted her arms, pinging them against the wall.

She never once stopped kissing her, taking everything she could, the kisses were hard and rough. Leah was breathless, she needed Lucy badly, she was working her up to the point of breaking.

Lucy unbuttoned Leah’s jeans with her free hand, she looked at the girl for any kind of hesitation but she was met with pleading eyes. She snaked her hand into Leah’s boxers, she was met with wetness. She smiled, circling Leah’s clit.

Leah’s head fell backwards with her eyes closed, hitting the wall with a thud. Lucy felt incredible between her legs. She was scared that they could get caught, but she also didn’t care, not when Lucy was doings wonders with her talented fingers. She felt her body heating up, Lucy was everywhere.

But before she could enjoy anything further Lucy’s hand was gone. She heard running water beside her, she opened her eyes and saw Lucy washing her hands. She was confused, why did she stop? Before she could open her mouth Lucy spoke up.

“Hope that helps you out with your issue. Maybe I can help you out some other time.” Lucy smiled a wicked smiled and winked at Leah.

Before Leah could say anything Lucy left. She couldn’t believe it. She jumped off the side confusion plastered her face. What just happened? She quickly buttoned her jeans back up.

“What the fuck?” Leah breathed out. A disbelieving laugh left her throat.

She couldn’t believe what Lucy just did. She wasn’t sure if she was teasing her, fucking with her or giving her a taste of her own medicine. All three maybe?

She fixed her hair in the mirror, she knew she fucked up when she told Lucy her problems, but fuck she didn’t think it would come back to bite her so quickly.

She breathed hard, she needed to play Lucy at her own game, if this was a game. She left the bathroom, she wanted to shout at Lucy, wanted to ask what she was playing at, wanted to carry on kissing her. She went over to the bar to get another drink, she needed one after that.

She found Lauren, she was talking to Lauren James. “There you are, I thought you had left. You okay?”

Leah was looking around the room, trying to find the brunette. “Huh? What? Yeah, I’m good. There was a que for the toilet.”

Both Lauren’s shared a look at each other, noticing Leah was acting a bit weird but neither saying anything.

“Okay, we’re going to go dance, you coming?” Lauren H asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” Leah was still looking around the room, clearly distracted.

All three made their way to the dance floor, Lauren took them into the middle. Old school RnB was playing, Leah’s kind of music. It was easy to get into the dancing mood, even if she was hot and bothered.

Five songs in and she was starting to sweat, the majority of the guest were dancing so it was hot, surrounded by bodies. A girl started to dance with Leah, she was a Spanish player, Leah had met her a couple of times. She was stunning, like Lucy she had freckles dusted over her face, and had kind beautiful brown eyes.

She leaned into Leah’s ear, her Spanish accent thick. “It’s Leah right?”

Leah smiled. “That’s right. You’re Ona.” Leah said it more as a statement than a question.

Ona smiled “Si.”

They danced for a little while, Leah noticed hands would guide her hips every now and then. It was a nice feeling, especially with how worked up she was. Ona was beautiful, she danced like it was second nature to her. She wasn’t sure if Ona was trying to flirt with her or just wanted to dance, she was happy either way.

After a couple more songs their bodies had gotten very close, Ona grinded into Leah’s front, moving effortlessly to the music. Leah happily moved into Ona’s backside feeling the fabulous curves of the Spanish girl.

It was normal for the football girls to dance this way with each other, so no one would look and think into it. Leah looked around the room hoping one person would be looking, and she found exactly what she was looking for. Lucy’s green eyes were on her.

Leah smiled wickedly at Lucy. She wanted the brunette to see her dancing with Ona, she wanted to try and have the upper hand, she wanted to effect Lucy the way she was effected watching Lucy and the blonde girl.

She glided her hands on Ona’s thighs, pulling her deeper into her, all while watching Lucy. It was hard to tell what Lucy was thinking, she had a small smile on her face. She had a strong poker face, not giving anything away. It wasn’t what Leah wanted, she wanted to fuck with Lucy the way she did her.

She lifted Ona’s hands up around her neck, making the dance a lot more intimate. Ona seemed happy enough, she even pushed into Leah with more pressure, right where Leah needed it. It caused her to bite her lip, it was exactly what her body needed. She looked at Lucy who was watching intensely.

She went a step further and whispered in Ona’s ear, all while keeping her eyes on Lucy.

“You’re really a good dancer.”

Ona laughed, her head tilting up. “Thank you, you’re a good dancer too. You’re making your friend jealous, yes?”

Leah stopped her movements, Ona laughed again. “It’s okay, I can see her watching. Let’s make her jealous.”

Ona grabbed Leah’s hands and moved them down her chest, to her stomach. Leah was buzzing, this tiny brunette was like a small angel. She looked at Lucy once more.

Bingo. She finally broke, the smile dropped from her pretty face. She looked pissed. Leah kept up her movements, as did Ona.

That’s when it all came crashing down. The blonde girl Lucy had been talking was now by the brunettes side. She whispered something unnecessarily close to Lucy’s ear. Lucy smiled and nodded, she took Lucy by the hand and walked them towards the exit.

Leah felt her stomach drop, this wasn’t how she planned it. She watched as Lucy left with the blonde, both laughing at something that wasn’t probably that funny.

She was gone.

Ona even saw what happened. “Ahh no, I’m sorry was it too much?”

Leah shook her head. “No, not at all. It is what it is.” She smiled at Ona.

A weird feeling fell over Leah, she wasn’t sure what the feeling was, sad, angry, jealousy, everything she didn’t want to feel. She hated what Lucy was doing to her. How she was able to get to her this way. She pushed her feelings down. She looked at the shorter brunette in front of her.

“I still want to dance with you, if you want to carry on?” She smiled easily at the shorter girl.

Ona smiled and nodded. They danced again, not as intimate as before, they laughed and had fun, as much as Leah could muster.

The night came to a close, Leah was drunk. She hugged Ona goodbye, and everyone she had been with that night. She ordered an Uber home. She couldn’t stop thinking about Lucy, what she did, how she made her feel. How good she looked, how good she felt.

When she got home, she went straight to her room. She removed her jeans in a rush. She grabbed her phone. She went to the group chat and picked out Lucy’s number, she saved it to her own contacts.

Leah wasn’t one to be shy of taking a nude of herself. She took a few photos of her hand going into her boxers, making sure to get the damp patch and her abs of course. She attached it to her message.

Leah - I hope you thought of me, we know I’ll be thinking of you.

Send.

For someone who over thought things, she didn’t over think that, she wouldn’t even blame the drink, that was all her.

She threw her phone to the side, she reached down into her boxers, she was soaked.

She moaned at the first touch of her clit, she was swollen, everything was extremely sensitive. It had been just over an hour since Lucy’s hand was in this very position. She circled her clit, picturing the brunette, her stupid, pretty smile on her face.

She sunk her finger easily into herself, she gasped at the new sensation. She pumped away thinking of the brunette, imagining her own fingers was Lucy’s. Her other hand came into play, touching her swollen wet clit, she wasn’t shocked at how wet she was, Lucy had worked her up with her little show in the toilet. She has been turned on since then, having Ona grind on her front definitely kept up the momentum but this was all for Lucy.

She imagined what it would’ve been like if Lucy had finished what she started. How fucking good her arms looked when her biceps flexed, her lips on her neck, teeth biting into her skin. She felt her legs shaking, she panted hard, she could smell Lucy’s perfume, could taste her mouth.

Her back arched off her mattress, her stomach tightened. She circled her clit, harder. Picturing what it would be like to have Lucy between her legs. What it would be like to cum in her mouth, hold her head down while she came on her tongue.

That pushed her over. She gasped as she came, her eyes closed, picturing Lucy. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than her previous attempts, it gave her some kind of release. She let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling.

She showered, washing the night away. She collapsed on her bed, the alcohol taking its toll, sending her into a deep sleep.

Lucy woke the next day to her alarm. She turned around to see her guest stirring from the the noise. She noticed a text on her phone from Leah, she decided to save her number from the group chat, you know, just incase she might need it one day. She opened it up to see Leah touching herself. She felt her pussy tighten. Her ego rocketed.

She was more than happy with herself last night, she loved what she did to Leah, loved how she had riled her up. She of course felt a little bad but she felt it was needed. She didn’t feel bad for too long when she saw Leah dancing with Ona. Then when Leah saw her leave with the blonde it was the cherry on top. Now seeing the text from Leah felt almost like something had begun between them, she just couldn’t work out what.

She was interrupted but her thoughts feeling a pair of hands roam over her arms, she closed her phone and turned around to the blonde from last night.

“Hi, so, last night was fun.” The girl said shyly.

Lucy chuckled. “Morning, yeah it was, I had a lot of fun.”

The girl smiled and stretched. “I’m going to order an Uber in a bit, but I won’t lie I want to taste you again. If you’re up for it.”

Lucy felt her pussy throb, the blonde had gave Lucy an intense orgasm last night from her tongue, she wasn’t going to say no.

“I’m definitely up for it.” Lucy smiled wickedly at the girl. Her ego definitely had returned in full throttle.

The girl shimmied her way down the bed and in-between Lucy’s legs, she was already naked, so she got straight to it. Lucy’s head fell back on the pillow, loving the tongue lapping at her folds. She could easily picture Leah. She felt a bit bad on the girl but it was hard not to, it hadn’t stoped her last night either.

Like Leah, Lucy had a hard time not thinking about the blonde anytime she was pleasuring herself or in general. Although she was still able to orgasm with no problems, maybe it was the sex gods punishing Leah for how she treated Lucy. Well that’s what Lucy told herself.

She guided the girls head like she did Leah that night, she pushed her blonde hair back and scooped it in a tight pony. She thought about how good Leah sounded when she was sucking on her clit, how her tongue was everywhere on her wet pussy.

She started to grind into the girls mouth, feeling herself shake. She could see Leah’s blue eyes on her, she thought about her last night, how good she looked. The way she sounded, the small moans she made when Lucy bit her skin. It was hard for her to take her hand away from Leah’s pussy but she knew she had to.

She felt herself getting wet in the girls mouth, the blonde girl moaned at the tug Lucy gave her hair. Lucy started to gently fuck her face.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes like that, suck it a bit more. Fuck yes.” Lucy grabbed the girls head, keeping her in place. She came hard, legs shaken, stomach tight. Leah on her mind.

The girl left shortly after, Lucy fucked her one last time before she left, she didn’t want to leave the girl hanging.

She showered and got ready for the day. She read Leah’s text again, wondering what she should reply. She decided not to reply today, she’d let the girl wait. She made her way to her gym and did her daily work out.

3 days had passed when Lucy finally replied.

Lucy - I hope it was happy thoughts. Did you still need a hand with your problem? Or was yours enough?

Leah jumped at the text, seeing Lucy’s name made her stomach spin on itself. When she read Lucy’s reply she swore she got a tiny bit wet. She was teasing Leah, she was fucking with her, well two could play that game. She replied.

Leah - always happy thoughts. Yeah, could do with a hand, maybe a tongue, I’m not picky

She got a reply back instantly.

Lucy - I can come to you, send your address, I’ll be there at 9

Leah’s jaw nearly hit the floor, Lucy was being serious, Leah was also being serious too but she didn’t think Lucy would be so upfront. She replied with her address.

Nothing was said after that.

9pm rolled around. Leah had tried to calm herself with a hot bath, she was excited but nervous to see Lucy, they hadn’t actually spoken since their first night together.

She wasn’t sure what was happening between them. They were dancing on a weird line, a confusing game between the two. Leah wanted to see Lucy, she wanted to know what she was thinking, why she did what she did.

Her bell rang.

She ran to the door, trying to control her breathing. She opened the door.

Fuck, she looked so fucking good.

She was wearing her glasses, Leah had wondered if she would ever get to see her sporting the glasses. She was dressed casually in a large white T and grey tracksuit bottoms, but still managed to look amazing. Lucy smirked at Leah, that smirk could make Leah do things.

“Hi, did you still want me?”

Leah laughed through her nose. She hadn’t got this kind of Lucy before. She seemed very chilled and cocky, Leah was hating that she was loving it.

She stepped to the side opening her door wider.

“Yeah. I still want you.”

Lucy walked in smirk still on her face. Leah watched her walk by, her familiar perfume taking over her senses, butterfly’s taking over her stomach.

“You going to give me a tour?”

Leah rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve got one room in mind first.”

Lucy smiled with teeth, that winning smile.

“Please, lead the way.”

Leah walked in front of Lucy, leading the way to her bedroom. She could feel herself getting wet just at the atmosphere they were setting between them. Leah could feel Lucy’s eyes on her, she could feel her body heating up. There was an exciting, electric energy coursing through the pair. They approached the blonde’s bedroom, the air felt like it was drowning Leah. She walked to the end of her bed, Lucy not far behind her.

Shadows danced on their faces from Leah’s candles, the only light on the room. She turned to see Lucy looking at her, for a second she looked like she had lost the cocky Lucy that she walked in with.

Only for a second.

As soon as their eyes met Leah made the first move, she bolted at the brunette. The girls grabbed each other, connecting their lips. Neither holding back, their kissing was aggressive, but passionate. It felt like all of the emotions they had felt these last couples of weeks were pouring out into the kiss.

They carried on like this for a couple more minutes, panting as they went, it was heated between them, with a hint of anger. Leah could tell this wasn’t going to be a night of feelings and talking and she was fine with that.

Leah wanted to move this further, she pulled them to her bed, both falling on the mattress. Lucy was on top, she pushed Leah on her back, diving right into her neck. She bit Leah a little harder than she intended to, causing Leah to make the most delicious moan.

Lucy on her neck like this was driving her crazy. Lucy soothed the area with her tongue softly, licking and kissing at the new mark on Leah’s neck. Leah bucked her hips.

Leah whimpered “Luuuuce, fuck.”

Lucy loved making Leah moan, there was something extremely erotic when Leah made any kind of sound, it made Lucy’s pussy throb. She felt drunk off Leah, she wanted to do everything to her, she wanted to have her mouth everywhere on her body.

Leah started pulling at Lucy’s shirt. Lucy smirked, she sat back, looking at Leah, lying on her back, she looked phenomenal.

“Bit impatient are we? Still not able to get yourself off?” Lucy said it with a teasing tone.

Leah rolled her eyes, Lucy was in such a cocky mood tonight, but Leah secretly loved it.

“Why do you think you’re here.”

Lucy chuckled and took off her t shirt, revealing her goddess like body, her abs looking edible. Leah sat up, removing Lucy’s bra. She went straight to work on Lucy’s chest, taking her perked nipple into her mouth. Lucy hissed, her head titling back, feeling Leah’s tongue on her body again was magical.

“Mmmhhhh, fuck.” Lucy was in bliss.

Leah sucked gently on Lucy’s nipple, lapping her tongue over her perked flesh. Her fingers teasing the other nipple. Lucy brought her hands up to Leah’s shoulders. Leah released the brunettes nipple, happy with her work.

Lucy looked dazed, she pushed herself off the bed and began to strip. Leah wanted to strip the girl herself but the brunette wanted things to move faster.

“Take your clothes off, I wanna taste you.”

Leah didn’t need to be told twice, she jumped off the bed and removed her own clothing, both now completely naked.

It was Lucy who approached Leah this time, she kissed her hard and demanding, sucking in her bottom lip, loving the taste of her mouth. She ran her hands over Leah’s body, making the girl shiver. She snaked her hands down to Leah’s arse cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze.

Leah gasped at the touch, she could feel her own wetness gathering between her lips. Her body felt like it was vibrating, her legs felt like jelly.

“Go lay down.” Lucy said it softly.

Leah did what she was told, she laid on her bed, embarrassingly excited to finally have Lucy between her legs. She prompted herself up near her pillows on her elbows.

Lucy crawled slowly up the bed, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Leah. She was in awe. Even though the room was dark she could see how wet she was already, her lips were glistening. Lucy could feel herself getting wetter just from the sight of the blonde.

She put her hands on Leah’s knees, parting them wider, wanting to take in the sight before her. Lucy didn’t wait any longer, she wanted to taste Leah, make her moan as loud as she could. She settled herself between Leah’s long legs, her pussy inches from her face.

The first touch from Lucy’s tongue made her body jolt, she couldn’t help it. She then felt a long stroke from her opening right up to her clit.

“Fuccck.” She breathed out loudly.

She watched as Lucy closed her eyes, sucking on her velvety flesh. Lucy’s tongue was everywhere, hitting all the right spots, lapping up at Leah’s cunt, drinking her down. Leah wanted to watch, but her arms gave out, she fell back, head hitting the pillow.

As soon as Lucy tasted Leah she knew she would want more. She was in heaven, Leah tasted amazing, she wanted to stay between her legs forever. She really didn’t want this to be over quickly, she left Leah’s clit and pushed her tongue as deep as she could into Leah’s cunt.

Leah gasped, from feeling Lucy’s tongue inside her. She tangled her hands through Lucy’s dark hair, pushing her head, helping her get deeper.

Lucy wiggled her tongue as hard as she could, she began to fuck Leah with her strong tongue. Leah couldn’t hold in the groan that escaped her mouth. Lucys strong hands were holding the blondes legs apart taking what she wanted. The noises coming from Leah was perfect, it spurred Lucy on, she kept thrusting her tongue, feeling Leah’s juices cover her mouth.

Leah normally felt like the one in control in this position, having someone in-between your legs while they pleasured you. But not tonight, Lucy was in full control, she knew what she wanted and she was getting it.

Lucy dragged her tongue up through Leah’s folds, as slow as she could, wanting to hit every nerve. She groaned as she moved, she couldn’t get enough of the taste of the blonde. She pointed her tongue as she reached Leah’s now very swollen clit. She sucked gently, feeling the small bundle of nerves between her lips.

Leah was breathing hard, she couldn’t hold back the moans coming from her mouth. She chanced a look at the brunette between her legs. The sight before her was everything and more, Lucy Bronze, eating out her pussy like a pro. Leah could feel her body began to heat up, her stomach began to tense.

Leah had her hands in Lucy’s hair, she wasn’t controlling the girls movements, she didn’t have a say in how she was moving. She just needed to feel her, feel something as her body began to shake.

Lucy could feel Leah’s thighs shaking under her grip. She momentarily stopped her movements, She moved her hands from Leah’s thighs to her pussy lips.

Leah looked down at the brunette to see why she had stopped.

Lucy gently parted Leah’s lips to expose Leah’s aching clit. Leah groaned, feeling the cold air hit her sensitive nerves. Her grip tightening in Lucy’s hair.

Lucy gently wrapped her lips around Leah’s clit, having her fully exposed made the action a thousand times more intense.

And Leah couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god Luce. You feel amazing, shitttttt. Lucyyyy.”

If Lucy hadn’t looked at the girl she would have thought she was crying, Leah continued to whimper above her, moaning Lucy’s name. Lucy was loving the way she made the blonde moan.

Leah began to thrust, she felt her body sweating, the new sensation was pushing her body into over drive. She knew Lucy was going to be good, she knew she had a reason to be cocky but fuck, she was something else entirely.

She felt her pussy throbbing in Lucy’s mouth. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her cunt, she couldn’t control the sounds and moans coming from her mouth. Lucy was driving her crazy in all the right ways.

Her back began to arch, her body began to spasm. She felt that glorious tight coil in her stomach start to build itself up through her body. Her breathing was sharp as she inhaled, the moan leaving her mouth was heavenly.

She came hard. She rocked her hips into Lucy’s mouth, the girl didn’t stop her movements between her legs, she sucked as Leah came right on to her tongue. Her wetness dribbling into her awaiting mouth. She tightened her grip in Lucy’s hair, never wanting the girl to move. Her hips came to a slow stop.

Leah felt like she was floating away when her body muscles stopped spasming, she felt heavy and light all at the same time. All the tension she felt from her previous attempts to orgasm finally escaped her body.

“Oh my god, wow.” Leah’s voice was rough.

She felt Lucy bite at her thighs as she crawled up to her, she couldn’t even be annoyed at the smug look on Lucy’s face. The girl had just put her in another dimension.

Lucy wiped her wet mouth with her thumb, in the most sexy way possible. She bent down next to Leah’s ear.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” She bit Leah’s ear, her words making Leah shiver.

“I brought something. Do you wanna see it?”

Leah nodded her head, she felt herself getting turned on all over again.

Lucy went to a bag pack on the floor, Leah hadn’t even noticed she had one with her. She pulled out a 7 inch dark blue dildo. Still in its box. Lucy must have bought it today or had one spare.

“I wasn’t sure if you was into this, no worr-“

“Put it on.”

Lucy smiled, she opened the box and grabbed a harness from her bag. The harness was clearly hers, she wondered how many other girls it had been used on. A small bit of jealousy hit her, she couldn’t help it, she then wondered if it had been used on the girl Lucy left with the other night.

Lucy had the new strap on quickly, she grabbed some lube from her bag. Leah was thankful for that, it had been a while since she had something as big as this in her.

Lucy looked stupidly good, the girl could wear anything and look amazing. She came towards the bed, Leah was sat up on her elbows, watching the brunette, her pussy started to clench. But she wanted something else.

“Luce, can you put your glasses on?”

Lucy stopped in her tracks, she laughed. But didn’t question Leah, she grabbed her glasses from the side and placed them on her face. She smiled as she approached her, big cocky smile on her face.

“Can we go a little slow, it’s been a while since I last had anything this big.”

Lucy’s whole domineer changed, she went from smug, cocky Lucy, to the caring, sensitive one Leah witnessed that night in the hotel room.

“Yeah of course, we don’t have to use this, I can take it off.”

Leah grabbed Lucy’s wrist.

“No, no I want you to use it. Just go slow.”

“Yeah, I will, just let me know if you need to stop or take a breather.”

The energy had changed between them, it felt a lot more like it was before, gentle and caring.

Lucy lubed up the dildo, once she was done she crawled up the bed, between Leah’s knees.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay? I’ll go slow.”

Leah nodded her head, once again words left her, her whole body felt like it was vibrating.

Lucy guided the dildo to Leah’s lips, slowly stroking the rubber on Leah’s clit. She watched as Leah squirmed. She very slowly started to push into Leah, watching the blue sink into her. She heard Leah inhale hard through her nose. She stopped her movements.

“You okay?”

Leah opened her eyes, those beautiful green eyes staring back at her, with so much care in them.

“Yeah, I’m good, keep going.”

Lucy kept her eyes on Leah as she pushed herself in deeper, still going slow. Once she was finally in she started to move her hips in and out. Leah groaned, she grabbed one of Lucy’s hands, she needed to feel her. She could feel the dildo stretching her in the most delicious way. Her pussy was throbbing, she could feel her pussy pulsing around the dildo.

Lucy started to move her hips a little faster, she was on her knees in-between Leah’s legs, her view was breathtaking. Watching Leah take her like this was a whole new experience she never thought she’d have.

Small whimpers escaped Leah’s mouth as Lucy got faster, her body had already gotten used to the new appendage.

“You-you can go faster. I can take it.”

“You sure?”

Leah nodded. “Please.”

Lucy’s eyes dilated. She felt hot all over her body. Wanting to do nothing more than please the girl. She did what she was asked and she went faster.

Leah was groaning loudly now, Lucy was in her own heaven. She watched Leah’s face scrunch, her frown line prominent, she looked so good taking Lucy like this.

“You look so good Leah. You’re taking me so good. I never needed to go slow, did I?.”

Leah opened her eyes, Lucy’s face was full of lust. She could tell Lucy was enjoying herself, making her own pussy clench at the thought.

“No. Fuck, fu-.” Leah breathed hard.

Lucy quickened her thrust, pushing herself deeper into Leah. The blonde whimpered at every thrust, Lucy could feel her own pussy throbbing, she loved having Leah like this.

She grabbed Leah’s legs, moving them over her shoulders, holding onto to Leah’s thighs for balance. The new position gave her more space to move, more flexibility to control her movements, she also knew she could hit Leah deeper this way. She thrusted hard, her skin slapping hard against Leah’s own skin.

The sounds that came from Leah was ecstasy to Lucy, she didn’t want to stop, she pumped hard into Leah, making the girl moan.

“Hmmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck, Luce, fuuuck, don’t stop.”

“Touch yourself”

Leah did what she was told, she was getting used to being told what to do by Lucy, and she didn’t mind it one bit. She snaked her hand down to her sensitive clit, drawing tight circles on her bundle of nerves.

“Good girl Leah. Yeah, just like that. You listen so well don’t you?” Lucy purred.

Lucy calling you a good girl and praising you for touching yourself was something Leah never knew she needed in life. She was already feeling her legs shake, her body was sweating from Lucy’s constant pounding.

Leah nodded her head. “Yeah, yea- I’m a good girl for you Luce.” She was shocked she was able to get the words out herself but she wanted to be good for Lucy.

Lucy smiled down at Leah, her thrust became faster, her body working harder to please the girl below her.

“Fuck Leah, you don’t know how good you look, taking my strap like this. I got a blue one to match your pretty blue eyes.”

Leah moaned loudly, Lucy talking to her like this and her touching herself was driving her crazy, she was nearly passing out.

Lucy pushed Leah’s thighs closer to Leah’s chest, almost touching her chest. Leah let out the loudest groan she’d ever heard herself make. Lucy was hitting a whole new pleasure spot.

Leah’s body started to shake, she felt every muscle in her body stiffen. Her clit was screaming for release. She chanced a look at Lucy, she looked beautiful, every muscle in her body was working, a sheen of sweat covered her skin. She smiled at Leah, her beautiful smile.

“You’re so close, I can tell. Cum Leah, cum baby.”

And she did, those last words finished her off, her eyes were closed tight, her whole body stiffened, she let out an animalistic moan. Lucy stopped her movements she watched the girl beneath her unravel.

What a site to see.

Leah finally relaxed. Lucy slowly pulled the dildo out of Leah, not missing Leah’s juices all over it. Leah was trying to catch her breath, her body was on fire, she’d never been so worn out from sex before.

She slowly lifted her head, Lucy was removing the strap, she smirked at Leah, clearly proud of herself. Leah sat up and crawled to the end of the bed where Lucy was standing.

“Can I still be your good girl?” Leah smiled up at Lucy. Leah couldn’t help it, one night with Lucy being in charge and she wanted nothing more than to please her.

Lucy’s face fell slack. Leah was on all fours inches away from her now very wet pussy. She felt her cunt clenching, she could feel her own breathing become harder.

Leah began to kiss Lucy’s stomach, licking her abs like she was her own personal ice cream.

“Fuck Leah. Your tongue is perfect.” Lucy chucked through gritted teeth.

She combed her fingers through Leah’s bed sex hair. Shivering at Leah’s mouth on her skin.

Leah began her trail of kisses down Lucy’s stomach, lying on her own stomach.

Lucy’s view of Leah was truly breathtaking, shadows jumped over her toned arse and back from the lit candles in the room. She felt Leah’s fingers trace her thighs as her face got closer to her pussy.

Leah kissed Lucy’s glistening lips, she could see how wet she was, streaks of Lucy’s juices were sticking between her thighs.

Lucy opened her legs, giving Leah space.

Leah glided her tongue through Lucy’s pussy, she groaned in delight, finally getting to taste the brunette again. She wrapped her lips around Lucy’s swollen clit, sucking softly, licking gently.

Lucy’s head rolled back in pure pleasure.

“Leah, you’re so fucking good with your tongue. You’re making me so wet.”

Lucy took a sharp breath in, Leah’s tongue was all over her. She sunk her fingers into the back of Leah’s hair, guiding her head back and forth. The position put her in complete control over Leah’s movements.

Leah moaned at the touch, she loved Lucy having the control over her, she loved the thought of pleasuring Lucy just how she wanted it. Lucy talking to her was spurring her on. If you had told Leah a month ago she wanted to be called someone’s ‘good girl’ in bed, she would have laughed in your face. But then she met Lucy Bronze.

She sucked on Lucy’s velvet lips, Lucy’s juices already covering her face, the girl was soaking. Lucy’s fingers in Leah’s hair caused a shiver down the blonde’s neck.

Her tongue was doing wonders to Lucy. She had plenty of girls tongue between her lips before but Leah was by far the best, she knew exactly how to work her tongue.

Lucy looked down at Leah, she slowly grinded her hips into Leah’s face, watching her head bob up and down in-between her legs.

“Stick your tongue out Leah.”

Leah did what she was told, her pink tongue covered in Lucy’s juices was sticking out. Lucy began to grind herself on her tongue as she pleased.

Lucy could see her own juices coverings Leah’s mouth, her pussy began to pulsate. She could feel her orgasm building, she rocked harder into Leah’s mouth, taking what she needed. Her breathing quickened, her thighs began to tighten. She could feel the pressure in her stomach rising.

“Leah, I’m going to cum, be a good girl and don’t stop until I say you can stop.” Lucy’s voice was low.

Leah nodded as best as she could, never stopping her movements with her tongue. Lucy pushed Leah’s head further into her pussy, making sure to stay on the spot she needed her most.

“Suck Leah, suck it, yeah just like that, don’t move.”

Lucy whimpered as she began to fuck Leah’s mouth, her orgasm was strong, she kept Leah where she needed her, she could feel the girl sucking every inch of her.

“Ggmmm, oh my god, don’t stop baby. Jus - just like, fuck, Leah. Oh my g-.”

Lucy felt her juices flood Leah’s mouth, she heard the girl swallowing her, drinking everything she could. Lucy moaned, her hips still going, still had Leah in place. Her body felt heavy, as she began to relax, although her knees nearly let her go. Like Leah it felt like the tension that had built up in her these last couple of weeks escaped her body.

She let go of Leah’s head, stroking her hair. She stepped back looking down at Leah, her juices were all over the girls mouth and cheeks, she was a site to see.

Lucy smirked at Leah. “Good girl.”

Lucy looked around the room for her clothes, she grabbed her underwear and began to dress.

Leah was confused, she didn’t want Lucy to go, she wanted to be around her, talk to her. A pain formed in her throat, she was scared to talk. But she did.

“Why are you getting dressed ? You know you don’t have to leave. You can stay the night. Maybe we can talk?”

“No, I’m not here for that.” Lucy continued dressing not looking at Leah.

Leah sat up, feeling her throat tighten. “But I thought maybe we could talk?”

Lucy looked at Leah this time, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Talk about what?”

Leah didn’t know what to say. She did but she didn’t know where to start. She didn’t know where they were. They hadn’t spoken about anything since that night. But she also wasn’t brave enough to say anything now, to say how she felt.

“That’s what I thought.” Lucy faked a smile at Leah, now fully dressed she packed her things away.

Lucy knew it was childish, but she was still hurt by Leah, and instead of being an adult and talk about her feelings she would rather fuck about it. Because that always worked.

Lucy throw her bag over her shoulder.

“Text me if you need a hand again. I can walk myself out.”

And she was gone.

A heavy weight took over the blonde, she sat naked on her bed, wondering what just happened. She knew why Lucy was doing this, and in a way she couldn’t blame her. She had just giving her a chance to talk and she still didn’t have the guts.

Lucy got in her car, releasing a long heavy sigh. She was just as bad as Leah, she knew what she wanted to say but she also didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Lucy didn’t feel confident in her feelings.

She had planned to never talk to Leah again, but when Lucy saw her at Millie’s party that plan was long gone. She wanted Leah but she was scared, she was scared at how quickly her feelings were growing for her, scared how easy and natural it felt with Leah, scared that she hasn’t stoped thinking about her, scared at how easy Leah left her that morning in the hotel.

So that night it just felt easier to tease her, make herself feel like she had some kind of control, wind the girl up. Show her that she can be with other people, and she didn’t care that Leah danced with Ona.

But she did care.

So maybe this would be easier, sleep with each other and not talk about their feelings, because that always works.

And thats what they did.

One would text the other when they wanted ‘a hand’. Lucy would go round to Leah’s have sex and go, and vice versa. It wasn’t what either wanted, but neither was brave enough to say how they felt, both just happy to be in any kind of presence with the other. They continued on like this for 3 more months.

3 long months.

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The Odyssey | 0.8 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley keeps a close eye on the other students, nightly dinners become a regular occurrence. Malcolm feels further away than ever. A phone call in the middle of the night causes a swift change in plans.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, power imbalance (professor / student relationship), age gap (22 / 33), will be smut, virgin reader, swearing, infidelity. 18+ minors dni

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Bradley wakes up with the sun. All of those West Coast mornings and thin, green floral curtains in his grandmother’s house. The sun spilling through them and alerting him to the Chordettes playing downstairs on grainy vinyl. That meant his mother was cleaning. Lemon-scented disinfectant, her sitting on her knees polishing the hardwood with a rag. The effortless warmth of her voice drifting through the walls.

He exhales. Sunlight seeps through his eyelids but there’s no Chordettes album today. No lemon scent. Just a dusty room and one of his students sleeping six feet away. His eyelids flutter, blinking through the early morning light. A slow turn of his neck allows him to check the clock on the nightstand and doesn’t affront the stiffness that these cheap mattresses give him either.

It’s early. About four hours before Luke would naturally rise, anyway. Bradley hits the alarm and pushes himself upright with a soft sigh. He doesn’t have to be quiet when he’s getting out of bed, that kid could sleep through a hurricane.

They have a lot in common. Lots of similarities in the way they were raised. Bradley likes him beyond just being his professor. In different circumstances, they would be friends. But, Bradley has always kept that line in the sand clear. Until now. Until you had kissed him.

Showered and dressed, Bradley’s up before most of Verona. The soles of his shoes are quiet against the cobble. Italian leather from almost a decade ago. A gift from an old friend that have held up well. The only dress shoes he’s got.

It’s bright out. Bright enough that Bradley’s squinting through his Ray-Ban caravans already, but it’s not too hot just yet. There’s a wind that makes the loose white of his button-up billow against his tanned skin, fighting to work free from being neatly tucked into his belt.

Enzo’s out on the steps by the time Bradley gets there, which means he is late. Teaching hasn’t ever been Bradley’s passion, but it makes way for him to study and — in theory — he gets his summers off. It allows him to write.

“Good morning.” Enzo greets him with a smile. Bradley’s not much for the business side of things — he would have better luck at counting the shades of blue in the sky than he would at figuring out schmoozing. Enzo knows this, and Bradley knows that he knows this. “How’s the book coming?”

“I’m not sure,” Bradley answers with a broad shrug. He tucks the gold frames of his sunglasses into the part of his shirt. “I’m not sure I’ll have it finished by the end of summer.”

Olive-skinned and about fifteen years Bradley’s senior, Enzo looks the part of a sleazy salesman even if he’s just a curator when his lips twist up into a smile. “Something’s got you a little distracted, hm?”

The straight ahead stare, the deep, slow breaths and the unwavering tight line that his lips are pressed into; Bradley’s reaction is easily readable — and Enzo’s close enough to get hit if he keeps it up. He knows that. Towing the line is his specialty.

“Just joking. Here, let’s go in.”

Three soft-sounding steps inside and Bradley’s back where he was this morning. Ten years old and laying on his back in the twin bed in the bedroom at the front of his grandmother’s house, smelling artificial lemon.

He turns his head just a little, his eyes lingering on the mop being pushed around the tile floor, as Enzo leads him further inside.

Being published is what professors dream of. Having someone decide that their little ramblings are interesting enough to publish. Bradley’s study focuses on two things that are inherently interesting to begin with — sex, and power.

His research may be tedious every now and again but the content is always rich. His morning spins by and before he knows it, it’s time to meet you again. You’re ready for him when he gets there, tugging open the door before he has knocked.

But, you don’t look excited to see him.

Cheeks flushed, your body language suggests to him that you would have a decent future as an offensive lineman. His gaze flickers up, over your head and into your seemingly innocent hotel room. Powerless as he scans the room, you just hope he can’t figure out what it is that has you so rattled.

You had aimed to finish before he had arrived but time had gotten away from you.

“So what are we doing today?” You try.

“What are you writing?” His eyes are already on it. The open stack of lined papers, torn out of the notebook already, sitting on the vanity by the wall. Your perfume is next to it and you’ve got the stationary set that your mother got you laid out neatly next to it.

“Nothing.”

He looks down. First, at your face. Wide eyes and baited breath. Then, at your hands suddenly resting against his chest like they’ll hold him in place. His lips twitch.

“Nothing?” He repeats to you. Enjoyment seeps through his words, amusement tugs at his lips and he lifts his right foot to take one step forwards. “Mind if I take a look?”

Instantly, your fingers are curling into his shirt and you’re throwing your weight at him to keep him where he is. Bradley huffs out a sound of amusement, passing you in one swift stride as you claw at his button up to slow him down.

“Don’t, Bradley, it’s stupid — I was just messing around. I don’t want you to read it.”

His fingers brush the top page as you plead with him, tugging at his sleeve, trying to change his mind. He lifts it nonetheless and shoots you a grin, making a show of clearing his throat.

“Dear Juliet,” He pronounces, turning his attention back to the page from you.

“Bradley, please don’t.” It’s not fun anymore. You’re quiet and resigned to him doing whatever he pleases. Embarrassment teems through you.

It’s a familiar kind of crushing feeling. It’s never just feeling small, it’s never that simple. It’s being made small. Every inch that you shrink, you’re squished down further until you’re nothing.

You can see it in his face, the exact moment that he reads his initials on the paper. It had seemed too personal to use his name. Back when this had seemed like a good idea at all.

He doesn’t read on. The paper sits still in his hand as he turns his head towards you. You stare back at him, preparing yourself. Tongue poised, ready to spit whatever venom he deserves after what he says next. Eyes wide, and sad.

“I’m sorry.”

He sets the paper back down as he had found it. It’s not his to discard, it wasn’t his to read. Bradley steps forwards and wraps his hands gently around both of your biceps.

“That wasn’t cool,” He tells you quietly. Bradley knows a couple of different languages, and he’s confident that he’s speaking English now, even if you’re staring at him like he isn’t. “I didn’t realize what it was. I was just trying to mess with you. I barely read any of it.”

Silent, you blink a few times. He’s still there with his big, heavy hands anchoring around your biceps. He’s waiting for you to say something back.

Slowly, your brows draw together. Your eyes flicker over every inch of his face, looking for some fault that will give up this little act.

Suddenly, your mind is made up. This is an act. He’s not sorry, men rarely are. You straighten your back and lift your chin, if you were a cat your claws would be out and ready. “You’re such an asshole.”

The clock beside your bed, the hands don’t move, and yet it feels like you can hear something ticking. Maybe your heartbeat. He’s staring back at you, not moving, but he’s going to have to soon — it’s his turn.

“I know, honey,” Bradley’s hands open and he releases your arms, only to open his and wrap you in them. Your face presses into his chest as he rubs a hand along the small of your back. “I didn’t mean to.”

You’ve received plenty of life lessons on what it means to be a woman. Your grandmother, your mother, your aunts and cousins, teachers and friends. Not one of them prepared you for this. In your scope, apologies come in the form of jewelry or luxury vacations.

No one had ever prepared you for a man to look into your eyes and tell you that he is truly sorry.

“I just wanted to put it on paper, get it out of my head,” You mumble into his shirt, inhaling the notes of wood and warm spice in his cologne. Your hand rests against his stomach now, unclenched. Your body is soft against his. You relax out of all of that tension and let him hold you. “Make some sense of it.”

His palm hugs the base of your skull, cradling you against his shoulder. His cheek rests against the top of your head. He gives you a slow nod.

“You should finish it.” Bradley tells you.

“Yeah. Maybe later.” You hum. It’s nice, to be held by him. He strokes a hand softly over your hair.

Within this city, within the walls of the first space that you have had to yourself in three weeks, in this brown hotel room — you have let yourself be his.

Tomorrow, you’ll move on to Venice. The decision is yours, to leave him and all of this insanity right here — forever between these four walls — or to let go.

Bradley’s thumb trails the nape of your neck. He can feel you deep in thought. Just once, he would like to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. “Could be our activity for today. Write it in Latin, think of it as a translation activity. I won’t check it.”

Lifting your head, you stare up at him, lips pursed in distaste. “If you don’t check it then what’s the point?”

“Confidence.” Bradley tells you. You feel his open palms trail your back until they hit your belt. Then, they skim around to rest safely on your waist. “The more you practice—“

“Yeah, yeah…” Both hands push against his chest as you wriggle out of his arms and turn. “Okay, I’m in.”

“Let’s sit outside. It’s a nice day.”

The eighth of June. The day you sat in a public garden opposite a fountain, laying on your front in the grass while Bradley sat in front of you, propped up against a tree. It turns out that when Bradley says he knows a place, it’s usually worth listening.

“What’s this place called?”

“Giusti Garden.” He tells you, working on something of his own in his lap.

“And what is it?” You ask him, trailing the end of your pencil through the dictionary. He looks up at you, his own pencil stilling for a second.

“A palace, originally.” Blinking through the lenses of his sunglasses, Bradley glances down at the page in front of him and back to your lips, pursed in concentration. “Pretty popular. Mozart, Gorthe, Ruskin— they’ve all visited this place.”

“Huh.” You hum.

This time when his gaze flickers up, you have moved. Your lips are parted, you tap the rubber at the end of your pencil against your bottom lip.

Mid-sentence and stuck, you turn your head towards him and he’s already looking at you. He read what was on that paper the first time. He reads hundreds of essays a year, he has mastered the art of clearing a page quickly.

Admittedly, he hadn’t gotten through the whole page, but he’d noticed that you had stopped halfway through a word at the bottom.

He read all about it. How confused you are. The new feelings and the difficult thoughts. Malcolm and how much he loves you. How guilty you are. How furious with yourself you are.

Selfishly, Bradley wonders if you’re writing the same thing now. All of those biting looks and harsh words — Bradley feels like he’s just starting to understand, and he likes the person behind it all.

He’s grown up enough to know that you’ve got enough people messing with your head back home. Whatever that letter helps you realize, Bradley has already decided that he isn’t going to say a word about it.

It’s still bright out by the time that your letter is signed and sealed, tucked into your bag. You straighten up, brushing off your front as Bradley collects his things behind you.

“Here.”

Lifting your head, you almost miss it. He watches your eyes land on the folded piece of paper extended towards you. Your lips quirk softly as you reach out and take it from him.

Breeze catches your hair, you comb it off of your forehead with one hand as you open up the paper with the other. Three different pencil sketches sit on the paper.

The largest is in the centre. It’s of your face and your shoulders, elbows propped up against the grass and your lips pouted slightly as you study the book before you. The lashes, the slight misshape of your polo collar, the tip of your nose. He’s got it down to a science.

The other two are just sketches. One of your face, turned to the side like it is in the drawing of you laying down. The last is of you looking at him, smiling. You don’t even remember what he had said. Neither does he. But he remembers that look.

“What’s this?”

Bradley just slips the pencil into the pocket of his jeans and starts walking, nudging his elbow into yours as he passes by. “You asked me to draw you, didn’t you?”

In truth, he assumes that it’s going to be a parting gift. Call him sentimental, but Bradley always leaves something to remember him by.

When he closes his eyes, he doesn’t remember his father’s face. He has seen it in pictures before, but never in memories. No, he remembers hugging his father’s legs, and sitting on his knee. He remembers the smell of tobacco.

The replacement dog tags. The gold chain. The shoes in the box in his mother’s wardrobe. The suit that Bradley never grew into — one day it was too big and the very next, he had already outgrown it. Those are what he has to piece together parts of his father.

When you’re old and married, maybe you’ll find the drawing and piece together the parts of Bradley that made you smile like that.

You trail behind him, white tennis shoes in the trimmed green grass. A white polo shirt tucked into lemon yellow shorts, your sunglasses sweeping your hair back off of your forehead.

In another life, he’d reach back and you would wrap your palm around his index finger. He would smile at you and you would be all kinds of giddy about this date.

But this isn’t that — it doesn’t work like that this time around. Someone could see you. Bradley knows now how you’re feeling. He knows that your fiancé is on your mind. He chose once, took Natasha’s choice in her own future from her. He won’t do the same to you.

“The dinner thing,” You call out from behind him, watching your shoes travel from grass to stone pavers as you pass by an intricately carved fountain. He turns his head and peers at you over the top of his sunglasses, looking over his shoulder. “Is that really every night?”

Before you’re even done with your question Bradley’s looking ahead once again, and you’re left looking at the plain white of his cotton tee stretched pliantly over the swell of his shoulders. “Until you all start treating each other with a little respect, I guess so.”

“All of us? — Come on, Bradley, don’t act like you don’t know who the problem is.” An incredulous scoff, barely paying attention to your own words as your eyes wander around the flowered garden. “She’s just a slut, and—“

He stops and turns. Your gaze snaps from double early tulips and their puffed yellow petals to Bradley standing before you — the look in his eyes is scolding before his mouth has even moved.

“Do you listen to a single thing that I say? — Seriously?” He asks you, brows drawn together and his lips pressed into a frown. You simply blink at him.

“What?”

“She’s a slut because she has sex with her boyfriend?” He challenges you, shaking his head. The past week, Bradley has been spoon-feeding you content about the sexual culture through the history of Rome. You nod like you understand and yet, you come out with bullshit like that.

He’s the one who challenged you. You simply answer back.

“She’s a slut because he’s not her boyfriend. They’ll both tell you that.” You tell him, defiance coursing through your veins in lieu of anything that might have helped you make a stronger argument.

“What does that make me? — You listen to my stories with a smile on your face. It’s not dirty until it’s someone you don’t like, huh?” Bradley asks. He’s right, you know that much. Bradley has indubitably slept with far more people than Robin possibly could have.

Still, maybe it’s his tone that makes you need to bite back so quickly. Hands on your hips and a scowl on your face, you stand off against him before the fountain. “What does it matter to you if I think she’s a slut?”

“It matters —“ Bradley stops and takes a deep breath. He leans in by three inches and you’re met with that familiar woody smell that just makes you want him even closer. “Use your brain. Whatever your mommy and daddy taught you back home is bullshit — you’re the odd one out.”

With that, he turns and starts away from you. He won’t leave you to walk home alone, but he will walk six paces ahead so that you’re clear with the fact that you have once again stepped on his nerves.

“I’m the odd one out for respecting my body?” You call out to him.

“Respecting it, ignoring it… same difference, right? — It’s your call, honey,” Bradley walks slowly closer until the toe of his sneaker brushes yours. He lowers his voice, calm. “But choosing not to have sex doesn’t make you better than Robin.”

“I’m not your honey.” You bite back.

“Right,” Bradley nods at you. He lifts his arms and drops them back against his sides incredulously. “But here we are.”

It’s an eleven minute walk back to the hotel. You stroll behind him, sullen like a scolded child. The letter feels heavy in your bag. He might not have called you a slut, but you’ve been put in your place nonetheless. The words would never pass your lips — but he’s right. The comparison’s right there in front of you, all around you. You’re living it.

She can’t be a slut for sleeping with one boy if you’re not for whatever you’ve got going on with Bradley.

You would hold it against her, crushing like a weight, if she told your story back to you. If she was the one with a fiancé at home and a professor who spent afternoons in her hotel room.

Still, your face is hot and you’re not ready to speak to him. Halfway across the herati patterned rug that covers most of the reception area, Bradley turns and looks at you as he tucks the arm of his sunglasses into the collar of his t-shirt.

Chin high and shoulders squared, your clear path is to walk right by him. Just as you always have when a man in your life has embarrassed you.

One step ahead, Bradley catches your wrist loosely, stopping you mid-stride. “Dinner’s in five. Remember?”

“I’m not going to dinner with you.” Your answer is simple and biting. Childish. He wouldn’t be surprised if you crossed your arms and stomped your foot.

“It’s not up for discussion. Everyone’s going.” Bradley explains. Right on time, he lifts his gaze and spots Pasquale headed towards the two of you from across the lobby. It’s not like he won’t have seen the two of you argue before.

He reaches you with a smile and stands at Bradley’s side. His bald head has caught the sun, reddened slightly with head. The smile lines beside his eyes always crease when he beams at Bradley. He stands almost an entire foot shorter. Looking up at him and grinning like a kid, even though he’s older than Bradley.

“Hi, guys!” He pats Bradley’s arm jovially and turns that wide, cheesy grin to you. “How is the revision going?”

Your eyes land on the professor and suddenly there’s something dark about them that has simply nothing to do with eye colour, and everything to do with the mood he put you in.

Pasquale lives in ignorant bliss for the two seconds that it takes you to settle your hands into the shallow pockets of your lemon shorts and narrow your eyes at the professor. “Bradley’s a self-righteous asshole.”

“But what else is new!” Pasquale tries. The laugh is forced out of him and nerves shake through it. He shoots Bradley an apologetic look. Bradley’s looking at you anyway.

“She got a C minus yesterday. Still trying to figure out if it was a fluke.” Bradley bites. Your eyes widen.

Sitting on his lap, wrapped in his arms as he told you how hard you had worked — how proud he was. His hand trailing your spine. His mouth soft against yours. Butterflies tearing through your stomach.

“I think I got too much sun today. I’m going to lie down. Enjoy dinner.” Fuck mandatory. Fuck every single student on this trip. Fuck this class, and fuck him in particular. Pasquale swallows softly as you turn on your heel and head for the stairs.

Bradley turns his chin towards the ceiling. He wants to like you, he wants you to like him. In the moments that you do, everything feels so easy. Like the breeze in early June. But when you’re hell bent on arguing with him — those are like those scorching hot summers back in California. Surrounding and heavy. Pressing in on him until he bites.

“A C… that’s not so bad. Right?” Pasquale asks quietly. Bradley turns his head and looks at him, there isn’t really an answer to give. A B is the average in his class, so no — a C really isn’t bad.

The thing about old Italian hotels is that they tend to be marketed towards guests looking to lead quiet lives — romantic getaways and such. Not young women fuelled by anger. The door slams and teaches you a quick lesson in cause and effect. The painting hung on the wall to the right of the bed wobbles in complaint, then bumps to the floor. The glass frame promptly shatters across the floor.

There’s an almost calm silence that follows. A few slow blinks, and the glass is still there. The frame is still shattered. There are pieces all across the floor. Bradley still said what he said.

The soles of your tennis shoes are thin and pliant, excellent for movement but not designed to fend off glass shards. Crossing the floor at that exact moment seems like far too much of a challenge. So, you press your back to the door and slide down it. Cupping your hands tight over your mouth, you clamp your eyes tightly shut and let it go.

The scream is muffled by your palms, but probably still enough to alarm other guests.

Your bag clatters haphazardly to the floor and you lift your face from your hands just long enough to examine the mess once again. Huffing out a sadder sound than you had intended, you push weakly to your feet once again.

Until today, Verona had been your favourite stop so far. Even with that spoiled, at least you have an en-suite here. You’re more careful with that door. You tug it closed and lock it behind you, toeing off each of your shoes as you go.

These old hotels have old water heaters too. You lean across to turn the shower on first and wriggle out of your shorts, dropping your polo onto the ground with them. Facing straight ahead, you stare into the little round mirror above the sink. It’s got molding all around it that was supposed to look gold once, but the peeling paint reveals brass underneath.

Your reflection stares back at you, sullen. It’s a portrait, just your head, shoulders and chest. Swallowing doesn’t make the thickness in your throat fade. You just blink at your reflection in the mirror. The cotton t-shirt bra hugged to your chest is modest and does it’s job — nothing more.

You’ve seen lingerie — you own lingerie. You have a white teddy with matching panties reserved especially for your wedding night. Bradley has most definitely seen lingerie.

A swift inhale is followed by a baited exhale.

The memory is so distinct, standing in a mall with your mother at the ripe age of twelve, watching her soured expression as she searched through the rack.

“Lace, lace, lace.” She had tutted. Back then, you had been more concerned about someone you knew seeing you here, shopping for your first bra. You hadn’t understood.

“Mom, just grab one. I want to go home. I don’t care what I wear.” You had whined, fidgeting on your feet and brushing awkwardly at the pleats of your dress. You’ll always remember the way that she had rounded on you, eyes wide like you had asked her to buy you a thong.

“Well you should, young lady!” Her voice always sounded scarier when you were younger, even though it had always been hushed and poised.

You have been a grown up for a while now. Lived outside of her home. Had your own bank account, car, clothes — and that voice still circles in your head.

The nightdress she had gotten you last Christmas is hanging on the back of the door. Malcolm hates it. He says it reminds him of his grandmother.

You look down at the thread scissors from your sewing kit resting on the shelf beside the sink. Anger has often led you to some of your best DIYs.

“So, we all have to be here… except not actually all of us.” Robin points out, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms over her striped t-shirt. Elbow resting on the table, Bradley turns his head to look at her.

“She’s sick, Robin, leave her alone.” Abigail mutters from beside her, pushing her fork around the plate of roasted vegetables.

“No, but I heard Bradley say mandatory. So, mandatory for everyone except—“

“Robin.” Bradley sighs, sitting back in his seat and frowning at her. The restaurant is dimly lit, almost ten of them are cramped around a table in the corner, and after your argument today, Bradley just doesn’t want to hear it. “I don’t want to hear another damn word.”

This is what Bradley hates most about education. Half of the time a punishment for his students is more of a punishment for himself, which this dinner just so happens to be. He wants them to like you. He doesn’t want to hear the bitter comments and the arguing.

Everyone’s eager to get it wrapped up and over with. It’s still early by the time that he heads back to the hotel — everyone else decides to go out for drinks again, without you. Making the entire thing pointless.

The knock at your door startles you. You wince as the pin slips into the tip of your finger, inhaling sharply. Abandoning the project on the bed, you push yourself to your feet and walk over to the door. You already know who it is.

Bradley’s gaze flickers down at the sweat shorts and T-shirt you’re wearing first, then back up to your face.

“How was dinner?” You’re already turning away from him again, stepping onto the bed and tiptoeing back across the sheets. Bradley glances behind him, then steps inside and closes the door.

“Are you done sulking?” He rests his hands on the leather belt wrapped around his hips. Sewing needle in hand, you lift your head and stare, silent. “I’m allowed to disagree—“

“Fuck you,” This time, you don’t give him a chance to finish. You turn your head and continue to thread the new hem. “What you said was cruel and you know it, this isn’t about a disagreement.”

His gaze turns towards the ceiling, hands still sitting atop his belt.

“It was. I’m sorry.” He mutters with an exhale and a shake of his head. Bradley looks back at you finally. His brows draw together and he takes a step into the room. “What are you doing?”

“Hemming.” Your answer is short.

Briefly, Bradley presses his tongue into his cheek and considers just saying goodnight. Then, he notices exactly what it is that you’re working on.

“Did you cut that in half?” He’s already crossing the room and craning his neck to get a better look. Unluckily for him, you’re finished. He watches you look up at him through your lashes and lift the nightdress, then stand up from the bed. “Oh, you’re ignoring me now?”

The door to the bathroom swings shut behind you, the thin wood does nothing to muffle your voice. “I’m not ignoring you.”

Bradley’s attention has already waned. He’s looking at the paper on your nightstand. His drawing from earlier is uncurled and illuminated in the light of the lamp, below that is your address book — opened to a page with Malcolm’s name. Dotted around are little pink hearts, his number neatly written along the line.

“Are you snooping?”

Bradley flinches, turning back towards you with a swift inhale. He remains silent, lips parted as you march from the bathroom to the wood-framed mirror about three feet from where he’s standing.

Aware of his eyes on you, you study the new garment. It sits a few inches above your knee, just above mid-thigh. The sweetheart neckline keeps it sweet. Bradley’s eyes flicker briefly downwards in the reflection. With the window open, he can’t help but notice your nipples peaked against the light cotton blend.

“What’s this?” He asks quietly.

“I wanted a change.” You answer him.

He lifts his gaze to your face, just in time for you to turn and face him. Half an hour ago, you were talking to your fiancé — and yet, you’ve got no shame in searching for Bradley’s approval like this. Maybe you aren’t as pure as you had once thought, or as your mother would like you to be. But for now, standing in front of him, you aren’t ashamed.

Malcolm had called you today from his office. He was eating a sub that one of the interns had grabbed from him and he was telling you about his week. Numbers and figures.

You had thought of everything you could tell him. Juliet and the views of the city, sitting under the tree in that garden this afternoon. Bradley.

“I’m sorry that I said what I said.” Bradley tells you. Maybe it’s just because he’s desperate to get the conversation off of the light fabric you’re wearing, but something tells you that he means it. “It was childish, and you’re right, I was being cruel.

Barefoot, you take four short steps forwards until you’re standing right in front of him.

“I’m not saying you’re right — but I shouldn’t have called Robin a slut.” The admission comes with a small, lip-twitching smile. Bradley’s hands reach forwards and curl around your hips.

“She is annoying. I’ll give you that much.” Bradley concedes. Your mouth twists into an eager grin as you press closer and shift up onto your tiptoes. Bradley steadies your hips and follows you in until your mouth is on his. Slowly, sweetly. His hands skim along the yellow fabric experimentally. He hums as he pulls away from you. “So, what’s with this?”

“You’re right. I was ignoring my body — I like the way I look in this. I like my shape. I can still respect myself without covering up so much. Right?”

Fuck. Bradley stares at you for just a split-second too long. He wrestles with the realisation of what he has just done to himself. Sure, you listened to him for once and it was a decent lesson to learn — but his summer just got considerably harder.

“Do you like it?”

He trails his fingers lightly along the fabric, careful not to touch too hard and press it against your skin. Quietly, he hums. “Sure. It’s cute.”

Bradley’s mind is swimming as he is walking back to his room. Fine, he resolved the issue that he went up there to resolve. Now, he has presented himself with a much bigger one.

His hands press into the pockets of his jeans as he starts to contextualize how deep he actually is into this mess. He hasn’t ever thought about fucking a student before — not once. He detests the men he knows that fantasize of it. And yet, here he is, picturing his fingers bunching up that stupid nightdress.

“Hey, Bradley.” Luke grins, sprawled out across his bed in the dark, reading a magazine with a flashlight. Bradley flinches. The door shuts behind him and they’re in there together. “Natasha called from Turin! She told you that she’s going to be in Venice this weekend too, she asked you to call her back.”

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