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really making me dig through my files, aren't you XD
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the last sentence you wrote
I haven't been writing that much lately, so this is kind of hard to keep track of, but I was working on chapter 8 of Old Unit, Young Unit the other day, so have the last-ish sentence of the bit i was working on:
I can feel Niriâs smile in the feed. Letâs go.
5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP
Let's go with the Salvage or Repair follow-up i've been noodling at for a bit:
Yuma sighs, and turns to look him in the eyes. âLeaving.â
18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic
Sure, i'll do this one twice. Have a cut dialogue exchange from An Unexpected Quarter--I think this was supposed to happen in the intro section where MB is vaguely overhearing a conversation about itself while half-conscious? (not the smoothest way for me to get the exposition out of the way and get to the Emotions, but hey, it was efficient.) Not sure where i was going with this and it makes sense that i cut it, but i think it's kind of fun:
âThis unit has a history.â âWhat kind of history?â âFifty-seven dead bodies in a mining installation, thatâs what kind of fucking history.â
#ask game answers#really enjoying question 18 not gonna lie#wasn't expecting to find anything that interesting in my cuts folders!! but this is fun!!!#stars fic#old unit young unit wip#salvage or repair wip#(the follow up fic doesn't have a title yet)#an unexpected quarter fic
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Dangerously Yours
Benny Cross x reader
Warnings - 18+, jealousy smut, fingering, eating out, squirting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, some swear words
Word count - 2550
a/n - hereâs the winner of the poll and part 2 of The Lucky One, but it can be read by itself. Iâm so glad you guys enjoyed it enough to want a part 2! tysm and I hope you enjoy :) (I will fix any errors laterđ)
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â Benny mumbles as you dodge his kiss. âWhat now?â
Not even five minutes ago, this man was basically teasing you about your jealousy, and now he has the audacity to be confused. You didnât want to admit the fact that you were jealous of his ex, but itâs Benny â when he wants an answer heâll make sure he gets it.
Youâre not really angry, just slightly embarrassed, so you feel like being petty because why not?
âNothing, I told you I was tired,â you tell him as you move away from the counter and out of his grasp.
Benny blinks a few times, confused, because he thought he had just resolved the problem that had caused your bitchy attitude.
The tea you had made before Benny interrupted you in the kitchen is now cold, so you pour the tea out and place the cup into the sink before leaving the kitchen. You make a quick stop at the front door to make sure itâs locked before making your way upstairs with Benny hot on your tail.
âI know when youâre tired and this,â he gestures to you, âis not it.â
âWell, it looks like you donât know me that well then because I am tired,â you shoot him a glare, turning the bedroom light off as soon as you enter the room. Benny comes in behind you and immediately turns the light back on.
You make a move to walk over to your side of the bed, but Benny stops you. He grabs your arm to pull you towards him before pushing you back onto the bed. You roll your eyes making sure to keep your annoyed expression â youâre going to keep up this facade for as long as you can.Â
You use your hands to crawl backwards towards the headboard, but again, Benny interrupts your plans. He grabs you at your ankles and pulls you back towards him at the bottom of the bed. When you try to move again, his grip tightens on your ankles.
âLet me go,â you say.
âI know what youâre doing,â he tells you, voice low. He places a knee in between your legs, moving a hand up your body as he moves to hover over you before placing his hands on either side of your head.
Stay strong.
âReally? Enlighten me, then,â you raise your eyebrows as you look up at him, folding your arms across your chest.
âI donât have to tell you what you already know, sweetheart. Youâre not dumb," Benny smirks down at you.
âYou know, Iâm in the perfect position to knee you right between your legs, right?â you question.
Benny ignores your remark as he moves to travel south. âSince you wanna play games, I donât mind playing along, but Iâm gonna have to add a couple of rules.â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask as you follow him with your eyes as he places his face in front of your covered pussy. You feel yourself throb as he teasing rubs a hand on your thigh.
Benny playfully tilts his head. âWhat? Isnât this what you wanted?â
As Benny moves back to pull your pajama shorts and underwear down your legs, you try to keep your breathing steady.
âNo,â you say firmly, but it was a lie. Even though you werenât exactly planning to end up in this position, you knew this is how Benny liked to deal with you when you had an attitude.Â
You watch as Benny moves back to pull you pajama shorts and underwear slowly down your legs. There was a small patch of arousal starting to form in your panties, which caused it to stick to your cunt as Benny pulled them away from you. The corners of his mouth twitched as he notices how wet you are already.
âYou sure about that?â he asks as he looks up at you. You breathe in sharply as you feel Benny rub a thumb up and down your already sticky folds. âBecause what Iâm seeing right now is telling me something completely different.â
Stay strong.
You have to clench your jaw and close your eyes when Benny presses down onto your clit, his eyes watching your every move. You open your mouth to say something but immediately close it when Benny presses again, this time drawing tight circles.
âNothing to say? You had so much to say just a second ago, what happened?â
You open your mouth to try to speak again, but you again get interrupted when Benny presses down on your clit again, stopping you from speaking on purpose.
What a prick.Â
âYou donât have to answer that, baby, I already know,â he smiles. âBut what you do have to do is stay quiet for me because, like you said, this isnât what you wanted, so you obviously wonât be enjoying this.â
Benny suddenly moves his hand down and pushes a finger into you, your slick cunt making it easy to glide in. Your clit is only abandoned for a second before he uses his other hand to give it attention.Â
His pace is slow and tantalizing as he thrusts his finger in and out of you. You have to bite your lip when Benny adds a second finger inside of you, curling his fingers into your walls, but when his fingers find that special spot, an involuntary moan leaves your lips.
Bennyâs fingers immediately stop as his eyes leave your cunt to look up at you. âI said be quiet, remember?â
He waits for you to nod before continuing, but this time he adds his mouth to the mix. You feel his tongue glide across you before using his mouth to add suction to your clit. Your hips jerk at the feeling. The speed of his fingers gradually increase, making the sounds escaping your soaked cunt to become louder and louder.
Your resolve is quickly diminishing, making it harder to stay quiet as Bennyâs lips attack you. You feel the need to grab onto something, so you finally uncross your arms to grab onto the blanket.
Benny stops again. âNo, no, no. You wanted to be petty and fold your arms like youâre tryna to prove something, so keep them folded.â
You let out a whimper, but do as he says. He sends you a look, silently telling you to be quiet, before starting up his fingers again and reattaching his lips. Since you canât grab onto the bed, you dig your nails into folded arms. You want to scream.
As you feel yourself reaching the end of this tortuous climb, it all becomes too much. Your hips buck away from his face and you try to close your legs, causing Benny to use his unoccupied hand to grab onto one of your thighs to keep you spread. His fingers move even faster inside of your tight, wet hole, and you might actually pass out.
When you tumble over the edge and cum, your eyes roll as your hands move to grip the bed again. Fuck Benny. He uses your fingers to work you through your orgasm, constantly rubbing against that spot along your walls. Your walls are closing around Bennyâs fingers, but he doesnât care, enjoying the way your cunt spasms and flutters and the way your wetness covers his hand. Your back arches as you grind yourself against his face, your head falling back against the bed.Â
As you begin to come down from your high, you notice Benny not slowing down.Â
âBenny!â you squeak out as you try to move your hips away.Â
You try to crawl back, but that doesnât stop Benny, he just follows your hips as you move. Suddenly you feel yourself gush, squirting onto his face and forcing his fingers out of you. The fabric below you quickly becomes soaked with your mess. Benny quickly rubs his fingers across your clit, prolonging your squirting.
âGod, please!â you plead as you continue to try to get out of his grasp. âBenny!â
Benny hums into you as he wraps his arms around your shaking thighs to keep you glued to him. Your legs close around his head as the feeling vibrates through your body.Â
Benny eventually stops and allows you to push his head away from you. You quickly close your legs as Benny uses his hand to wipe your mess from his face with a laugh. Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath, your body trembling.
While you try to calm down, Benny stands up to remove his sweatpants and tank top. You catch a glance of a spot of precum on the fabric of his underwear, before he pulls that down to, letting his hard cock free. This is far from over.
You body feels limp, so you put up no resistance when Benny comes back to hover you and pulls your tank top over your head. Then, he moves to position himself between your legs, and begins to rub his cock against your sticky folds. Your body twitches and you let out a small moan at the action.
âWhatâs wrong, are you too sensitive?â Benny fake pouts above you, and you donât have the energy to snap back at him. All you can do is moan in response. âThatâs too bad because I havenât had my release yet. You can take another round, though, right baby?â
He smirks as you glare up at him, but the expression is quickly wiped from your face as he pushes his cock into you. You throw your head back into the bed as your mouth opens to make a noise, but all that comes out is a silence.
Benny groans as he sets his pace inside of you â slow and deep. He grabs ahold of your thighs to prevent them from closing and to help him push inside of you. He looks down at the spot where the two of you are connected to take in the sight of your soaked opening sucking him in. A creamy ring can also be seen forming at the base of his cockÂ
âFuck,â you whimper.
âI canât believe you got jealous of Kay, baby. I mean you, of all people, should know where my heart is,â Benny taunts. âYouâre my good girl, isnât that right?â
You grab a hold of a pillow thatâs been tossed to the side as you arch your back. Your eyes are closed and your thighs are shaking as Benny continues his deep thrusts inside of you. He knows exactly what you like and what you need, which is why he decided to use a slow pace to torture you.
Then thereâs a rough thrust. He gently caresses one of your thighs as a punched out moan leaves you. âI asked you a question, baby.â
âYes!â you cry out.
âYes what?â he asks.
âIâm your good girl.â
âYeah you are. My sweet, sweet girl.â
Oh my god.
Benny grabs a hold of your hands and lowers it to your stomach and presses down. Itâs almost enough to make you come on the spot.Â
And you do, causing Benny to laugh as he watches your body convulse.
âYouâre the one Iâm inside of, baby,â he groans, his voice husky, with his hand still on your stomach.
You clench down around him at his words, causing him to groan. He closes his eyes for a second to collect himself, before opening them back up. Benny then leans down to hover over you, wrapping his arms around your body to help him go even deeper. His head moves to drop into your neck, his hot breath fanning against you.
You think your eyes might get stuck in the back of your head.
âYour pussy is the only one I look forward to having around me,â he whispers into your ear. âDo you know that?â
âYes, Benny!âÂ
You can hear the remains of your precious orgasm causing a squishing and squelching sound to leave your dripping cunt. You can feel some of your mess leaking down and onto the already damp blanket beneath. You feel Bennyâs deep moan fill your ear.
âYou sure because it didnât seem that way earlier,â he tells you.Â
Fuck his ex. Well, maybe you should be saying thank you at the moment.
You feel like youâre holding onto for dear life.
âI do, I do, I do,â you answer breathlessly, your eyelids heavy.
He pulls his head away from your neck to place a sloppy, wet kiss against your lips. Youâre too far gone to do anything but let out a needy whimper into his mouth.
âI belong only to you, ainât that right?â he mumbles against your lips.Â
All you can say is, âUh huh,â while giving him a nod.
Benny notices your distant expression and grabs your head into his hands, making you look him in the eyes while he continues to rock into you.
âLook at you, so gorgeous. No one compares to you. Wanna make you mine officially, wanna marry you,â he tells you. You shudder against him. âYou like that idea, huh?â
You nod again.
âUse your words, sweetheart,â he smirks.
âYes,â you manage to say.
âI know you do,â he tells you.
Eventually you feel his thrusts get needy and more sloppy, his hold on you becoming tighter.
âWanna make you mine,â he repeats, his head back in the crook of your neck as he pounds into your overly sensitive cunt. Your body is limp, a constant string of noises leaving your lips, but you can feel drool dribbling out the side of your mouth. âWanna make you mine.â
Benny snakes his hand between your two bodies, landing on your clit. Your body jerks at the feeling. âAre you gonna give me another one, sweetheart,â he pants as he rubs circles into you.
He fucks you deeper into the mattress, humping you with need.
âNo, I canât!â you pathetically cry out.
âYes, you can,â he grunts, and when he gets no response, he says, âthatâs my girl.â
You feel your third orgasm quickly approaching, âPlease, Benny, please,â you moan.
âI got you,â he tells you.
Suddenly your walls are clamping around him, and you're gushing, your squirt coming out with every thrust. Your body arches up into him as Benny chases his own high. You're a trembling wet mess underneath him.
Then you feel Benny throbbing inside of you, your repeated clenching throwing him over the edge. When he pulls out, you shudder, causing Benny to give you a quick sorry.
He collapses with his head on your stomach, and the two of you lay in a comfortable silence. The room is filled with nothing but heavy breaths, until you decide to speak up. Thereâs a serious question running through your mind.
âDo you actually wanna marry me?â you ask as you look down at him, your hands in his hair.
âYeah,â Benny nods with a genuine smile, then adds, âI kinda have to after all this, donât you think?â
You give him a look as you find the energy to hit him with a pillow. He quickly sits up and stops you from hitting his face with a laugh.
âYou know i'm just kiddinâ,â he smiles.
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Unexpected Message | jjk
ârequest:
I would like to read a smut fic with little bit of plot where it involves girl x girl x jungkook. Pls there aren't many fics on this. Congrats and take care Stay healthy
âpairings: Jungkook x female OC x female!reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI)
âgenre: smut
âwarnings: unedited, cursing, explicit content: 3sum, lingerie, nipple play, ass slapping, jerking off, oral sex (male and female receiving, male on female, female on female, female on male), face riding, fingering, unprotected sex (please be responsible), clit play, creampie
âword count: 3.6k
âa/n: i wrote this all in one sitting lmao hope you guys enjoy it's v sinful anddddd yeah hope it's good hahaha
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Jungkook got the message late at night. Late enough that he didnât question the notification coming from his phone, assuming that it was just one of his friends sending him a meme because they canât sleep. He grabbed his phone, eyes widening when he saw a message from you looking back at him.
He hadnât heard from you in weeks. You went on a couple of dates over the summer, nothing too serious - except the few times you hookup up, the last time being in his car. But then youâd gone radio silent, and he hadnât really tried to reach out either.
Needless to say, when he received your message asking if he was willing to have a threesome with you, he immediately accepted.
Which man would refuse such an offer?
Jungkook was nervous on the way to your place. Hands clammy, pulling at his lip piercings anxiously while drumming his finger on the wheel to the beat of the music as he drove. He was nervous as he climbed up to your apartment, and even more so when you opened the door.
His first thought was that you were more beautiful than he remembered. That he should have reached out after that last time, but then again, would he be here tonight if he had?
Probably not.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â you ask him.
Heâs in your bed. Your friend - Danika - went to the bathroom, and youâve been waiting for her for a few minutes, an awkward silence lingering.
âY/n,â Jungkook lets out, chuckling lightly. âI wouldnât be here if I didnât want to.â
âYou donât find it weird?â
He shrugs, lips jutting out in a small pout. âIt took me by surprise, not gonna lie. But I do want to fuck you two.â
Your gaze widens at his crude words, and then you smirk. Your friend comes back after that, and Jungkookâs heartbeat skyrockets at the sight of her in just a red lingerie set.
âSeems like Dani got ready,â you purr, and the words send a bolt of lightning down Jungkookâs spine to his dick.
Heâs not sure heâll make it out alive of whatever is about to unfold.
Danika walks closer to the bed, kneeling on it next to you. Jungkook is lying down, and he looks at the two of you, not really knowing what to do. Heâs never had a threesome before - never thought he would have one either - so heâs not sure how it works.
You take the lead, grabbing Danikaâs cheeks and pulling her into a languid kiss. Jungkook just watches in disbelief, especially as your hands caress up your friendâs frame, cupping one of her breasts. You tighten your grip, pinching her nipple, and Danika moans softly, grabbing the hem of your shirt.
Jungkook thinks he goes into cardiac arrest when she lifts it and takes it off your body, revealing your pink corset. It matches that of your friend, or at least Jungkook thinks it does, but heâs distracted by the way Danika pushes your hair off your shoulder, leaning down to kiss your neck.
Heâs hard. Heâs already hard, and you havenât even touched him yet.
You meet Jungkookâs gaze as Danika sucks on your neck, your lips parting in pleasure. The look sends Jungkook into a frenzy, and he sits up, removing his shirt. You eye him up and down like your friend is not even there as you bite on your lower lip.
âDani, why donât you kiss him?â you suggest.
Danika straightens, lips swollen from her ministrations on your neck as she looks at Jungkook. Sheâs flushed, cheeks red, but she obeys nonetheless, crawling towards Jungkook.
When their lips touch, Jungkook cups her cheeks, keeping her in place so that he can deepen the kiss. She tastes of you, and it makes him want to fuck you so hard he thinks he might come before you even touch him.
Especially as he hears the distinct sound of a slap on Danikaâs ass and she jerks in his arms, moaning softly. He swallows the sound, uses it to explore her mouth, even more so as he feels a light touch on his abs.Â
Itâs Danika. Itâs not bold enough to be you, so it has to be Danika who moves her hand down until she touches his erection, gripping him through his pants. His dick twitches at the sudden attention, and he grunts.
Danikaâs mouth suddenly disconnects from his, and he realizes youâve pulled her head away. You capture her lips in a kiss, and he watches as the two of you kiss over him. He lets his hands explore your bodies, finding your ass and Danikaâs thigh quickly.
He grips your ass, pleased that youâve removed your pants to reveal a matching g-string to your corset. Your hand lands on his stomach, and you graze him with your nails, clearly remembering that he likes being marked.
He canât wait to be marked by the two of you tonight.
You pull away from the kiss, glancing at Jungkook as your hand trails to his pants. You unbutton them, licking your lips at the sight of his dick imprint in the fabric. Jungkook waits a few seconds to see if youâll do something else, but you just watch him, your chest moving up and down rapidly.
âWant me to take this off?â he asks you, his voice low and husky.
If thereâs one thing he understood of the dynamic tonight, itâs that your friend is too much of a sub to answer a question. Heâs proven right when you actually look at her, saying, âTake his pants off for him, Dani.â
Danika obeys, and Jungkook lifts his ass to help her. Heâs so hard that his dick slaps on his abs when itâs released from his pants - obviously she removed his boxers at the same time - and he just looks down at himself, not surprised at all to see a bead of precum sitting on his slit. Danika eyes it hungrily, while youâre just watching his face through half-lidded eyes.
âYou want her to suck your dick?â you ask, and your hand moves to him. You trail a finger up and down his length, and then rub his precum on his head with your thumb.
âI want you both to suck my dick,â he fires back.
You tilt your head to the side, licking your lips. âYouâd like that, mmh?â
Heâd like it very much. But for some reason Jungkook feels like heâs not in control tonight - though heâs always been a top, you clearly seem like you want control tonight, and heâll gladly give it to you.
It helps that youâve been the centerpiece in a lot of his fantasies since you hooked up in his car.
âMaybe,â he replies, pulling on his piercing.
Thatâs when you choose to kiss him, and Jungkook feels like youâre setting fire to his entire being with your lips, your tongue diving into his mouth to meet his.Â
Fuck, he missed your kisses. You always kiss like itâs your last day on this Earth, and it makes him horny, far too horny. Or maybe whatâs truly making him horny is the way you start slowly jerking him off, and the distinct sensation of a shy tongue swirling around his tip once.
âWhat about I ride your face while she sucks your dick?â you suggest.
Jungkook gulps, unable to look away from your eyes even though Danika is wrapping her lips around him now, sucking hard. His hips buckle up, and Danika chokes as he hits the back of his throat. He wants to apologize, but then your hand is behind Danikaâs head, pushing her down on him.
âThatâs it, Dani, relax your throat for him,â you purr. âHe likes it when he can fuck your mouth.â
Danika gags, but she keeps going, her drool covering his dick like natural lube. And sheâs good - she puts in just the right amount of pressure, and she sucks whenever she reaches the top of his dick before going back down. It feels heavenly - almost as much as the way youâd sucked him in his car - and he wonât complain.
Especially not as he looks at you, hand finding your thigh, and you instinctively spread your legs for him. Just like how he remembered you - always receptive to his touch.
âTake your underwear off,â he tells you, and heâs surprised when you listen and do so, throwing it somewhere on the floor.Â
And then you sit with your legs spread, and all he can see is your glistening pussy from how wet you already are. He doesnât hesitate - his hand reaches for you, and he runs a finger up and down your folds before pushing it in.
Youâre just as pleasantly tight as he remembers, and his dick twitches as your walls suck his finger in. He finds the nutty spot he knows makes you come in no time, and then heâs playing with it, satisfied when your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Danika pulls away from his dick, and he glances at her as she watches how heâs fingering you. It seems it makes her want to work harder, because then sheâs back on his dick, and he reckons she might make him come if she keeps going at that rhythm.
He pushes another finger inside of you, and you let out a moan that makes him see stars. Especially as you rock your hips into his hand, trying to chase your high.Â
âSit on my face,â he tells you.
Youâre quick to obey, and soon, Jungkook is able to push his tongue inside of you, your juices dripping in his mouth. You taste like nirvana, and he grunts as you grind on his face.
His dick feels suddenly cold, and Jungkook wonders what will happen next. Youâre facing towards your friend, which means all he can see is the way your asshole clenches every time he rubs his tongue on your clit. The lack of sight turns him on even more, especially when he feels Danika climbing on top of him, and she grinds on his length.
He groan as you roll your hips, saying, âFuck yourself on him, Dani. Put him out of his misery.â
When Danika sinks on him, Jungkook forgets all about what heâs supposed to do. All he can focus on is the way her walls flutter on his dick, her wetness coating him completely as she sinks all the way down, and he feels his cock pushing on her cervix. She doesnât seem like she minds - no, sheâs moaning, and then the sound of kissing tells him that youâre kissing her.
Itâs the only reason why he goes back to eating you out, swirling his tongue around your clit. You moan, but itâs muffled by Danikaâs mouth, and Jungkook thinks heâll go insane. You circle your hips, and he keeps lapping you up while Danika sets up a quick pace on his dick.Â
âYou can play with your clit, Dani,â you tell your friend as you lift yourself up, glancing at Jungkook.
He misses your pussy on his mouth, but itâs even better when you move to kiss him, cleaning him of your juices.Â
âThat feels good?â you ask as you pull away, glancing at Danika fucking herself on his dick.
Jungkook looks at your friend, eyeing the way she rubs her clit, clearly chasing her high. Sheâs still wearing the lingerie set, though her panties are long gone. Itâs hot, sinful, but Jungkookâs gaze returns to you as you kiss his cheek.Â
âYou want to fuck her?â you ask him.
âI want to fuck you,â he replies as you both ignore the way Danika is moaning.
âYouâll get to do that later.â
Itâs a promise. Especially considering that Jungkook wants to bust in you, wants to feel your walls sucking his cum out of his dick.
âDani, get on all fours,â you tell your friend.Â
She obeys, and Jungkook thinks itâs mostly because her legs have to have been cramping from riding him for so long. His dick is wet, and he strokes himself a couple of times as he watches Danika positioning herself, ass up and face down on the mattress.
âYou want me to fuck her?â he asks you.
âSheâll eat me out at the same time, right Dani?â
Your words make his eyes widen, and then Jungkook smirks, already imagining the scene. But he doesnât have to imagine for too long - you lie down in front of Danika while Jungkook kneels behind her, and he rubs his dick on your friendâs clit as she takes a first hesitant lick on your pussy.
He immediately knows she has never eaten pussy before, but he doesnât care. Not when he knows heâll take care of you later, after heâs made Danika come.
And so he focuses on that task, rubbing his dick on her clit a couple more times before heâs sliding in, one inch at a time. Danika moans when he bottoms out, and then he grabs her hips, tight enough to make sure she stays in place.
âReady?â he asks her.
Sheâs too busy sucking on your clit to answer, and though you moan, you end up replying for her. âFuck her, Jungkook.â
He complies, pulling almost all the way out before he snaps his hips into Danikaâs again. She moans, rocking forward as she disconnects from your clit, but you donât seem to mind. So Jungkook takes that as a cue to unleash himself, and then heâs fucking her rough while you hold her face on you, making sure she keeps eating you out.Â
Jungkook keeps going as his balls slap on Danikaâs clit, and he reaches around her to rub on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She grows impossibly tighter, which heâd take as a cue to slow down if she wasnât so damn wet. But sheâs so wet he slips right in and out, and he canât stop. He doesnât want to stop, not when you start moaning too.
He must have underestimated Danika. Because a few seconds later youâre coming, his name on your lips as you look him right in the eyes. He almost comes at the same time, but he stops moving, digging his teeth into his lower lip as he holds his cum in. It hurts his balls, but he knows itâll be worth it, making his climax even better later.
You come down from your high with a fucked out expression on your features, but you donât let that stop you. No, you immediately move away, kneeling next to Jungkook so that you can kiss him while heâs still fucking Danika. He grunts in your mouth, slapping your friendâs ass. You pull away, looking down at the imprint of his hand slowly appearing on her skin, and then you bend down, pressing a kiss to it.
âWant me to taste you now?â you ask, laying your head on your friendâs ass.
He doesnât have to be asked twice. Jungkook pulls out, dick so hard he thinks he might come in your mouth. It doesnât help that your lips part as you pull your tongue out, clearly indicating that you want him to fuck your mouth.
And he does so, though he finds he wonât be able to do it for too long. Because if he keeps going, heâll come, and he doesnât want to come before Danika does, and before heâs gotten to fuck you too.
So even though you hollow your cheeks as he pushes in your mouth, flattening your tongue on him as inch after inch of him disappears inside of you, Jungkook still doesnât let himself come. Instead, he fucks your mouth a couple of times, loving the way your eyes water even though youâre keeping the gag reflex at bay. Itâs enough for him to grab the back of your head, rubbing gently even though the snap of his hips is rough.
You donât complain, just take him in like the good girl you are, and just like that he knows he needs to stop fucking your mouth. So he pulls out, only to plunge deep inside of Danika again a second later. You just look at him with a smirk on your lips, and then you bite at your lower lip as he fucks Danika rough, shutting his eyes.
He thinks about work. Thinks about the account he has to finish next week, about the way the clients were being assholes on Friday. It keeps his orgasm at bay, long enough for him to be able to open his eyes again.
Youâve moved. Youâre not too far, but youâre rubbing Danikaâs clit now, Jungkook having forgotten all about it when you kissed him. But that explains why Danika is growing tighter now, and Jungkook knows it shouldnât take too long before sheâs coming.
Heâs proven right when your friend goes limp, her walls spasming on his dick as she moans loudly, and he rides her through her high, slowing the rhythm but never stopping. He only pulls out once heâs sure sheâs spent.
And she is. She just lies down on her side, breathing heavily while you both look at her, waiting for her to say something. But she remains silent, and of course you run your mouth instead.
âI told you his dick game was amazing,â you say.
Jungkook has had enough. He grabs your jaw, and your gaze widens in surprise at the sudden dominance heâs showing.Â
âLie the fuck down, will you?â he tells you.
You smirk like the brat you are. âMake me.â
He does. He pushes you down, though he tries to be gentle when he pries your legs apart with his knee. You spread wide open for him, your pussy still glistening with your juices, and Jungkook is more than ready to wipe the smirk off your lips.
âYou liked dominating your friend like that, mmh?â he tells you as he makes himself comfortable between your legs, rubbing his dick on your folds.
Your mouth falls open, but then the smirk returns. âI like bossing you around. You pretend youâre all tough, but I know youâre just a softie at heart.â
Youâre trying to rile him up. Hell, it works. Jungkook taps your cheek - not hard enough to sting, just enough to show dominance - and says, âOpen your mouth.â
You do so, tongue out the second your lips part, and Jungkook spits on your tongue, holding your jaw as you swallow. You show him that your mouth is empty a second later, and he just smirks down at you.
âGotta wash that dirty mouth of yours, mmh?â he says. âShould I do it with my cum or more spit?â
You wrap your legs around his hips, pushing him closer. The tip of his dick, already aligned with your entrance, pushes in, and Jungkook feels pleasure shooting up and down his spine.
âThought you wanted to fuck me,â you tease, and itâs all Jungkook needed to hear to unleash himself once more.
He fucks you rough. Hell, he fucks you rougher than he fucked your friend, but he canât help himself. Not when youâre such a brat, and not when your pussy feels so good. Not that Danikaâs pussy didnât feel goodâŚ
Yours is just⌠yours. He doesnât have an explanation for it - didnât have one after youâve hooked up in his car and ghosted each other. He still doesnât have one as you squirm and moan and yell his name under him, clearly loving this just as much as he does. You try to meet his every motion, one of your hands finding his thigh so that you can dig your nails in his skin.Â
Itâs his time to moan, and he feels his balls tightening, a sign he might be coming soon. But he wants to feel you come, wants to hear the sounds you make when you come again, so he focuses on you. Focuses on snapping his hips forward at the right angle, and on rubbing your clit with his thumb.Â
âFuck, Jungkook,â you moan.
He slows down. âNot too much of a brat anymore, mmh?â
âIâm so close,â you whine. âKeep going.â
He wasnât going to stop, not when Danika suddenly reappears in his line of vision. She pulls your corset down, lips wrapping around your nipple so that she can suck once. Everything happens all at once then - youâre coming, and Jungkook follows almost immediately, pushing all the way in as he unloads deep inside of you, painting your walls white.
His high hits hard. He thinks he sees stars, especially as your walls flutter on his dick. He shuts his eyes tight, focusing on the sensation, on the way his dick twitches and twitches like he still has more to give. Itâs the best orgasm heâs had in forever, and he thinks he forgets his name before he comes back to his senses enough to pull out of you.
He opens his eyes, sitting back on his heels as he watches his cum dripping out of you. The sight is sinful, beautifully so, and he doesnât think heâll ever be able to forget it. Itâll forever be inked in his mind, altering his brain chemistry for the rest of his life.
And though he wasnât expecting to have a threesome tonight, Jungkook thanks the stars for your unexpected message.
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Yeah this was horny and sinful and... yeah haha hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think!:)
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Wildest fantasies - Azriel x Lucien x Reader (smut)
Warnings: threesome (18+!), breeding kink, oral (f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, penetration
Summary: You end up alone with the two males you so desperately want. They try to get your dirty little secret out of youâŚ
You didnât know how you ended up here. Left with only Azriel and Lucien of all people, laying casually on the couch at the town house.
You lazily sipped from your wine. All the others already gone to bed, tired of the truth or dare game youâve been playing all night.
âI have an interesting question for you, Azâ you smiled. âWhatâs the craziest place youâve had sex?â
Az smirked, âyou really donât wanna know.â
âI do! Now Iâm curious.â your eyes lit up. Azriel contemplated answering for a moment. âMy dungeonâ he eventually said. You didnât see that one coming. Even Lucienâs eyes widened for a moment but he hid the expression gracefully, like he always did.
âNow, if you wanna play it like that, Y/N. Tell me your ultimate fantasyâ he countered. You couldnât hide the blush on your cheeks, making Az grin even more. âWell, thatâs an interesting question,â Lucien added.
You didnât know what to answer, you couldnât tell it, when it included the two exact males sitting in front of you. What where the chances? The two males you think of when youâre in bed, late at night, pleasering yourself to the thought of being in between them.
âYou know my shadows can sense how nervous youâre getting, right?â Az smirked.
âI guess itâs something she doesnât want us to knowâ Lucien teased.
âI.. I just donât have a specific fantasyâ you lied. Azriel clicked his tongue in disapproval, âare you trying to lie to a spymaster?â
âThatâs not very good y/nâ Lucien added, their gazes turned predatory, enjoying the sight of you getting nervous.
Lucien, who was sitting on the other end of the couch had moved, smirking as he leaned in closer to you. His breath but a whisper as he said, âcome on now y/n, if youâre gonna lie, at least try to be move convincing.â
Heat started to rise in your face. You wanted to respond but before you could, Lucien spoke again. âWhy donât we do a little confession for a confession? That seems fair, Az went already so that leaves you and me. Iâll go first.â
Lucien pulled away and looked up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. Your eyes wondered from his neck down to his slightly exposed chest. Mesmerised by the rise and fall of his chest you didnât realise that he was now looking at you. His daring gaze meeting yours.
âIâm still in the room, you knowâ Azriel murmured
Your head shot to Az immediately trying to cover up what you had just done, trying to find an excuse.
âMaybe thatâs what she wantsâ Lucien added and Azriel let out a chuckle as he made his way closer to you as well.
âNo!â Was all you could say in protest.
âCome on, we wonât judge,â Az added as he settled in on your side, you were in the middle of the two men youâd wanted most.
âTell us what you want y/nâ Lucien said as he lifted your chin to look at him. His lips now inches away from yours. âIâm sure we can give you what you need.â You tensed as you felt Azrielâs breath against the nape of your neck as his hands moved up your arms.
âY-you.. I want⌠I want you both,â you breathed heavily, a familiar heat filling your lower belly. âThatâs what I thought,â Lucien whispered, his breath tickling your neck, placing a soft kiss on the skin.
You felt Azrielâs hand move up on your thigh, slowly traveling closer to the place you wanted him. âYouâve thought about it didnât you? You naughty little girlâ Azriel whispered, making Lucien chuckle softly against your neck.
You still denied it, but your quickening breath didnât go unnoticed. âWeâll make her admit itâ Lucien sighed, his hands trailing a pattern under your shirt, his hands moving closer to your breasts.
âPleaseâ you could only whine as Lucien grabbed your breasts in his warm hands, tracing your nipple teasingly. You tried to hide a moan when you felt Azâs scarred fingers slowly tracing the hem of your panties, a finger slipping in between the fabric. âWe should take these clothes off donât you think?â
You could only nodd in answer. Before you knew it you were naked in front of the males. Lucienâs lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and sucking softly. Az already on his knees before you, kissing your inner thigh.
âSo prettyâ Az mumbled in between your thighs. âYes, youâre so wet for us, arenât you sweetheart? Do you want Az to eat you out?â Lucienâs voice sounded whiny, leaded by the arousal coursing through his body. âYes, I want itâ you pleaded.
Az kissed your pussy softly, teasing you more. The pleading whine you let out, makes him grab your thighs harshly. His fingers digging into the flesh.
You moaned out loudly when his lips attached to your clit. He moaned against your pussy, savouring your taste, the sound sending out a delicious vibration.
The spypaster started sucking like a man starved, adding his tongue, plunging in and out of your pussy while his nose harshly rubbed against your clit.
Lucien groaned behind you when you started writhing and whining, making your ass grind against his hardening length pressed against your back. Gods, he felt so big. âDoes that feel good, baby? Does Az make you feel good?â Lucien moaned into your ear.
âYes yes, feels so good, more, want moreâ you whined. Azâs mouth didnât stop moving against you. You felt like youâve never experienced something like this before. The feeling of his tongue and lips against you, while Lucien whispered dirty things in your ears, you couldnât hold back any longer.
âIâm gonna cumâ you moaned.
âLet go for us, baby, come around my tongue like a good girlâ Azriel said in between the licking and sucking.
The combination of Azâs words and Lucienâs finger tracing your nipple, sent you over the edge. Your legs squeezed around his neck when you trembled against both males.
You breathed loudly when you came down for your high, but you werenât even close to satisfied. Thatâs when you noticed they were both still fully clothed.
âWhatâs wrong, honey?â Az asked. âYouâre still clothed, I want it offâ you pouted. âWell, all you had to do was ask,â you heard Lucienâs smooth voice behind you.
A moment later they were standing in front of you, their considerable lenghts as hard as a rock already, resting against their bellies.
Your mouth wattered, they looked beautiful like this. The beautiful brightness of Lucien, and the gorgeous darkness of Azriel.
You smiled up at them innocently when you kneeled before them.
Azriel groaned loudly when you grabbed his cock in your hand. âYouâre both so big,â you sighed, licking a stripe on the shaft. You grabbed Lucienâs cock in your other hand while you started sucking on Azrielâs tip. He grabbed your hair in his hand, guiding your head gently.
âGods⌠That mouthâŚâ he groaned. Lucien moaned too, carefully watching the way your mouth moves on Azriel. Their affected state made you smile proudly, you changed positions and started sucking on Lucienâs cock.
But it wasnât enough, you wanted more. You wanted them going feral for you.
The males groaned in surprise when you tried to put both their cocks in your mouth. Occasionally licking their tips simultaneously, moving your tongue in between them.
âGods y/n, youâre so good to us,â Lucien groaned.
âCan feel Lucienâs cock rubbing against me in that pretty mouth of yoursâ Azriel moaned, his eyes closing and head falling back.
You tried to rub your legs together, attempting to relieve some tension. The way their heavy cocks felt on your tongue, the moans and whines coming out of their mouths... You wanted them inside you.
Lucienâs brows furrowed when he saw you rubbing your own pussy. âYouâre getting needy again arent you?â
âYou want us to fuck you, darling?â Az added with a smirk. âYes pleaseâ you desperately cried out.
âHmm⌠Letâs see⌠You first have tell us the truth about that fantasy of yoursâ
âIt was you, I wanted you two. Iâve wanted you both for so long now. I want you both to fuck me and fill me up.â
âYeah? You think about us when youâre desperate and alone at night, wishing those fingers were our cocks?â Az teased. You nodded in answer.
Shadows swarmed around you and suddenly you were in Azrielâs room, the males staring hungrily at you.
Lucien sat down on the bed, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him. âGods y/n, youâre so pretty, wanna know a secret? From the moment I met you, I couldnât take my eyes off you. I canât stop thinking about you and what it would be like if I was yours.â Lucien confessed. His dilated pupils full of passion and love.
Youâre heart couldnât beat any faster, the confession making your head spin. But before you could answer him, a pair of hands behind you, grabbed your hips too. Your backside was now pushed against Azrielâs front. He groaned possessively into your ear. âYou donât wanna make me jealous, Lucien.â He seemed annoyed by the other maleâs confession. âI didnât say I would mind sharing her, Azriel, donât worry.â
You felt Azriel nod in approval against your neck. He nudged your body closer to Lucien again, making you straddle his legs. âShall I go first?â he smirked. You nodded and tugged gently on his, already rock hard, cock.
You lifted your hips and Lucien placed his tip at your entrance, gently helping you sit down on his length. Gods, he felt amazing. When you were fully sat, you could feel every vein and curve inside you, tocuhing the most delicious places. âFeels so goodâ you moaned. âS-so goodâ Lucien moaned too.
When you started bouncing up and down, your head fell back against Azrielâs chest behind you, who had his hands on your hips too, lifting you up and down to move faster on Lucienâs cock.
âDoing so good for us, baby, riding Lucienâs cock like the good girl you are,â he groaned. Azâs shadowed swarmed over you body, touching the places that werenât already stimulated. You cried out because of the feeling.
Your legs almost gave out already, you relied on the two males lifting you up and down now. Lucien let out high pitched moan with you, signaling the approach of both your highs. You couldâve sworn you heard Az let out a breathy wimper too because of the view.
âIâm gonna cumâ you moaned. âMe too.â
Suddenly Lucien grabbed your ass and turned you on your back. You wrapped your legs around him, making you feel him even deeper. He started pounding into you faster, fucking you like the flames that coursed through his blood. âWhere do you want me,â he moaned. âIn me, please in me, Lu.â
âYeah? You want me to fill you up? All nice and full?â You nodded desperately in answer. âYes, gods, y/n, yesâ Lucien groaned when he came inside you, the feeling of his warm release inside you pushing you over the edge too. Loud moans and whines of his names filled the room.
Lucien slowly slid out of you, both breathing heavily. âLook at youâ he said lovingly, watching his cum slip out of your pussy, his fingers playing with the release.
You almost forgot Azriel was still standing there when you suddenly heard a silent groan. Lucien and you turned around on the bed, seeing Azriel standing there, fisting his cock to the sight of you two.
âYou like what you saw Azriel?â Lucien teased with a hint of pride. âI think y/n can take some more cum. Itâs Azâs turn now, right? Then we can put you full of our cumâ
Lucien sat against the headbord, spreading his legs and patting the place in between them, motioning you to sit there. You smiled and crawled to him, sitting in between his muscled thighs, your back and head resting against his chest.
He gently grabbed your thighs, spreading them open for Azriel. âAll for you, my friend.â
Azriel happily complied and crawled into the bed too, his cock resting proudly against his torso. âYou can handle another one, right y/n?â Azriel asked, his gaze predatory. âI-I think so,â you nodded, already getting wet again because of the look in the shadowsingerâs eyes.
âDonât worry, Iâll be here behind you y/n, holding you when he takes you.â Lucien whispered in your ears.
âIâve wanted this for years now. Dreamed about this pretty pussy. Tell me, babyâŚâ Azriel said, gently placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. âYou want it⌠gentleâŚâ, he slipped his cock inside you and slided back out, you both groaned at the feeling. âOr⌠hardâ He asked, slamming harshly inside of you.
âHard, I want it hard, please Azzieâ
The male complied, not hesitating to start pounding into you mercilessly. âOh, yes, yesâ you moaned out. Azrielâs name falling from your lips like a prayer.
You felt Lucien grab your tits while Azriel kissed you passionately, the tip of his cock ramming into that sensitive spot inside you repeatedly. âSo beautiful, so godsdamned hot, y/n. You feel so goodâ Azriel moaned, already losing his control.
He grabbed your cheeks in his hands, turning your face to the side. âGive our little fox a kiss too, y/nâ he demanded. You complied, Lucienâs tongue slipped into your mouth, kissing you passionately, his soft and sweet lips moving against you.
You felt the familiar pressure again in your core. Azriel grabbed your cheeks again and yanked your face back to him. âAttention back here now, sweetheart. Look at me, look at how deep I am.â
The shadowshinger placed one leg above his shoulder, making you scream out for him. It was all too much. To sight of Azriel pounding into you, his cheeks flushed and his muscles flexing. The feeling of Lucien sucking your neck behind you. The way both males look at you like they never wanted anything more in their lives.
âG-gonna.. g-gonnaâ, you tried but you were too fucked out by it all. âI know, baby, I know, me tooâ Azriel understood.
With a final slam of his hips against you, you both came. âY/n, y/n, y/nâ he moaned out. Your whole body felt like it was on fire when you came. You screemed out, crawling at his back. Your mind couldnât form any thoughts except: Azriel, Lucien, Azriel, Lucien.
When you came down from your high, you barely noticed Lucien slipping away from behind you, getting a wet cloth in the bathroom. Azriel gently pulled you against him, laying beside you on the bed. He stroked your hair lovingly.
âYou did so great for usâ he whispered.
âCarefullâ you heard Lucienâs soft voice warning you from behind you, before he cleaned you up with the cold and wet cloth.
A moment later the coldness of the water was replaced by Lucienâs warm body, he layed next to you on the other side, his tanned arms wrapping around you together with Azrielâs. You let out a content sigh.
Lucien kissed your neck gently, you lifted your arm behind you and played with the soft strands of his hair. âYou want us to stay here with you tonight?â he asked. You loved this. Your head resting in Azrielâs neck, their arms wrapped around you, tangled in between the two most beautiful males of Prythian. âYes pleaseâ you answered, placing your hands in theirs.
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Chapter 7- For The First Time
Summary: Eight days ago, you kissed Frankie Morales for the first time. Eight days later, you want to do more than just kiss him.
Word count: 8.6K
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname, no use of y/n)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) protected p in v sex, loss of virginity/first sexual experience for Frankie and Reader (some brief mentions of momentary discomfort bc of it) oral (f receiving- building the lore for Pussy Eating King Francisco Morales brick by brick), vaginal fingering, Frankie's got a big dick (it's also part of the lore, don't @ me) sweet and awkward teenage love, Frankie being everything and more, lots and lots and lots of consent, a four letter word that starts with an L, please don't yell at me, they're both 18 at this point in the story!!!
A/N: Soooooo all of a sudden I blinked a this was 8K plus words WHOOPS đ¤ I ain't gonna lie with y'all, this may be one of my favorite things I've ever written and have cried the whole way through it đ My plan was to have Frankie picking up MacKenzie from work in this chapter too, but obviously things got away from me very quickly, so that will be next chapter's problem!! Your kind words about this story mean so much to me, I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I've enjoyed writing it!!! đĽşđ
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You, Summer of 2007, Age 18Â
123 days.Â
That night Frankie told you he had made up his mind to join the Army after he finished with high school, you counted out every square on your calendar from April 15th to August 16th. You had 123 days left together before you left for college and Frankie left for boot camp.Â
But April 15th was 2 months ago. 67 days ago, to be exact. Each day you crossed off your calendar filled you with a little more dread than the last. You tried not to think about the dwindling number, or the impending doom of August hanging behind July and June on the wall above your desk, but it was hard to not let the thought constantly nag in the back of your mind that the carefree summer days of spending practically every waking minute with Frankie were coming to an end.Â
The only thing that seemed to put you at ease was just that- after the hurt and sadness of Frankieâs departure had subsided enough, you had promised each other that the last bit of time you had together, youâd do everything in your power to make the most of it.Â
If there was anything you knew the other was good for, it was keeping a promise.Â
There was no denying that the past 67 days spent with Frankie had been nothing short of magical. It seemed like for once in your life, everything was falling into place exactly how you wanted it to.Â
Your soccer team had won the state championship, Frankie being the first to rush onto the field to congratulate you on your victory after cheering for you at the top of his lungs the whole game. The stress of school seemed to become irrelevant, your teachers easing up as you came to the close of your Senior year, you and Frankieâs after school hangouts now focused less on homework and more on goofing around. Graduation had come and gone, you and Frankie both walking across the stage of your high school gym, diplomas in hand, teasing the other relentlessly about how awful the other looked in the stupid, tasseled caps they had forced you to wear.Â
Then, there was prom.
It had been no question that you and Frankie were going to prom together- it was an unspoken, standing agreement that the both of you had since the start of your senior year. For as much as homecomings or school dances had never been your (or Frankieâs) preferred way to spend a Saturday night, there was an undeniable excitement you had about it you couldnât really quite describe. You kept chalking it up to the fact it was the biggest night of your senior year, or that all your best friends were gathering together to have an incredible party filled with dancing and fun.Â
But neither of those things could account for the butterflies in your stomach when Frankie showed up at your front door, tuxedo on and flowers in hand, watching his jaw drop and heart stop when he laid eyes on you.Â
âYou look beautiful, MacKenzie.âÂ
From that moment on, those 4 words hadnât stopped ringing in your ears.Â
They rang in your ears as he held your hand the entire night, refusing to unlock his fingers from yours.Â
They rang in your ears as you felt him grab your waist while you danced.Â
They rang in your ears as he lovinging teased you about your drunken hiccups off sips of stolen beer cans in Santiâs basement where the party had traveled to long after prom had finished.Â
They rang in your ears in the middle of your moonlit street as Frankie walked you home, making it no less than ten steps past Santiâs porch before he froze, staring at you like a trembling deer in headlights.
âWhatâs wrong, weirdo?âÂ
âThereâs something I wanna do. Iâm terrified youâll hate me forever if I do it, but Iâve wanted to for so long and I donât think I can wait anymore.âÂ
âFrankie, what are you-âÂ
âCan I kiss you, MacKenzie? Fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad.âÂ
âF-Frankie, I-âÂ
âFuck. Fuck, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have said anything. Just forget that I-âÂ
âI was scared you would never ask.âÂ
It wasnât until then you realized just how badly you wanted to kiss Frankie Morales.Â
Now, youâre absolutely sure that you never want to stop kissing him.Â
Thereâs something about the warmed, welcomed June air that makes you want to throw every caution youâve ever had to the wind, finally understanding what all of those books and movies had meant about falling victim to a summer fling.
Ever since that night at prom, Frankie Morales was the only thing in the world that mattered. It had only been eight days since his lips had met yours under the midnight moon, but every day since, neither of you had passed up a chance to sneak away for stolen kisses and bodies tangled in messy dances of limbs, finding any excuse to spend a moment alone together.Â
Maybe your pink cheeks and goofy grins were enough to let the world know how hard you had fallen for your best friend- even if they werenât, you wouldnât care. Right now, consequences don't exist.Â
Right now, the only thing that does is you, Frankie, and a four letter word that lingers in the back of your mind.Â
They especially donât exist when youâre wide awake at one in the morning for the third night in a row, unable to sleep as butterflies rumble in your stomach and fly up to your chest after another day spent with the boy four doors down.Â
You toss and turn under your sheets, unable to stand staring hopelessly at your ceiling another minute. You reach across your bed, plucking your phone off your nightstand, finding Frankieâs name in your messages.Â
You:Â
Hey, are you still up? I canât sleepÂ
Itâs barely ten seconds before his contact is lighting up your screen, making your heartbeat just a little faster.
Frankie :) <3
Im up 2. I cant sleep eitherÂ
Cant stop thinking about uÂ
You:Â
Me either, even though we literally spent all day together hahaÂ
You smile at your screen as you wait for Frankieâs response, fingers anxiously tapping on your keyboard until your phone lights up again.Â
Frankie :) <3
Do u wanna come over?Â
I wanna see uÂ
Your face scrunches in confusion, sitting up in your bed to peer out your window, like Frankie would be able to see your puzzled expression from down the street as you type back.Â
You:Â
I mean, yeah, but itâs 1 AM Frankie??? What about your mom?Â
Frankie :) <3Â
Shes working overnight at the hospitalÂ
She wont be back until like 9 tomorrowÂ
Its just meÂ
Youâre unsure of how to describe the feeling thatâs beginning to brew in your stomach as you read his last three texts. A strange mix of excitement and anticipation washes through you at the idea of letting yourself indulge in the teenage rebellion of sneaking out of your house in the middle of the night. An even stranger mix of nerves and something else you canât quite explain floods your veins at the idea of sneaking out of your house to find Frankie, alone in his bedroom.Â
The feeling you quite canât explain churns faster in your gut and travels down your lower half when you realize if youâre alone with Frankie in his bedroom, you want to do more than just kiss him.Â
You:Â
Are you sure??Â
Frankie :) <3
PromiseÂ
I really wanna see u KenzÂ
At this point, the strange feeling thatâs seeped through every inch of your body must have made it to your brain, because youâre convinced itâs the reason you donât know how to breathe anymore.Â
You:Â
OkayÂ
Iâll be over in 10 :)Â
Frankie :) <3Â
Ok :)Â
Come in thru the back door Â
Txt me when ur there and ill let u inÂ
Youâve never been up and out of your bed so quickly, fumbling with your comforter and pillows just enough to resemble something close to a body under your sheets if god forbid either one of your parents wakes up and decides to check on you for the first time since you were a toddler.Â
Your breath trembles, inhaling and exhaling in long and deep rises of your chest, carefully tiptoeing across your bedroom floor. Youâd give anything to be in something cuter than your pajamas, but opening your closet seems like too risky of a move in your plot to escape.Â
You grab Frankieâs sweatshirt hanging over your desk chair, quietly shuffling it over your head before attempting to use the moonlight spilling in through your window as enough illumination to comb your fingers through your messy hair and wrangle it into a quick braid. Itâs hard to tell from the half lit reflection staring back at you in the mirror, but you pray the once over you give yourself is enough to keep you from looking like a complete mess when you show up at Frankieâs door.Â
The adrenaline of it all seems to kick your nerves to the curb as you stuff your phone in Frankieâs sweatshirt pocket before your fingers gently wrap around the curve of your doorknob. As soon as you open the door, youâre well aware of the ramifications that could await you on the other side.Â
Youâre also well aware that consequences are temporary, and no amount of fear of future punishment is keeping you from making it to Frankieâs bedroom tonight.Â
Itâs a James Bond worthy performance, the way you sneak down your staircase, avoiding every crack and creak with expertise, stealthily sliding past your parents bedroom and across the family room until youâve crept through your kitchen to find your back patio.
You flinch with every squeal of the sliding glass door as you nudge it open, just enough to squeeze your body through. You grimace your face in fear as you pause, back to the bricks of your house, waiting for someone to catch you in the act.Â
A few moments pass and the silence of your home stays stagnant, giving you the all clear to bolt across your backyard, dashing through your neighbors lawns until you find yourself at Frankieâs, hands shaking as your fingers punch at your keyboard.Â
You:Â
Iâm here! Let me in! Â
As your thumb presses send, your adrenaline has waived just enough to let the anxious tension take hold of your body, palms sweating and heart racing so fast it just may beat out of your chest. Your teeth gnaw at your fingernails, waiting for his response to text you that heâll be right there, or heâs about to let you in, but this is Frankie- It should be no surprise when he opens the back door immediately. Thereâs not a chance in hell he hasnât been waiting for you down here since the moment you texted him you were coming.Â
âHi.â You whisper, biting down your lip to contain the smile thatâs spread across your face as heâs opened the door.Â
âHi.â He whispers back, tongue darting between his lips as his eyes wander up and down your frame before locking with yours.Â
His palm grazes your cheek, cradling your jaw as he steps into you, chest to chest while your lips lock in a gentle, electric kiss, the kind that makes you want the taste of him to linger on your tongue forever.Â
âYou wanna go up to my room?â He asks, the hot breath of his words dancing across your skin as his mouth still hovers over yours.Â
Before, you would have quipped him with some sort of witty, sarcastic response, teasing him that youâd rather stay out in the pitch black and get eaten by mosquitos until he dragged you inside, eyes rolling at your sass. Now, the best you can manage are shaky breaths while you nod your head in agreement, praying your brain will let you form some sort of coherent thought before you speak.Â
Frankie grabs your hand as he pulls you into his house, taking the familiar path through his kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom, the pounding in both your chests filling the silence for the words you seem to lack.Â
He doesnât even bother closing the door behind him as you make it to his room, your bodies tangling and intertwining in a frantic dance, stumbling across the floor until the backs of Frankieâs knees collide with the bed, the two of you toppling over in soft giggles onto the mattress.Â
âFuck, I missed you.â Frankie sighs, one arm wrapped around your hip and the other resting on your face as he leans back in for another kiss, your smiles pressed against each other.Â
âItâs only been like, three hours since I saw you last, dummy,â You quietly snicker, letting your hands wander up his chest, âYou really missed me that much?âÂ
âYeah, really.â He replies in between kisses, fingers digging just a little bit deeper into your side, âI canât stop thinking about you, Kenzie. Youâre all I think about. Youâre all I ever wanna think about.âÂ
You try to swallow the lump thatâs lingering in your throat, but with each second that passes, it seems to grow, trapping the words your brain is fighting to get out. The simple bliss youâve found in pressing your mouth to Frankieâs has become overshadowed by the looming tension spreading through you as you imagine the soft plush of his lips across your skin, or the way you want his hands to creep down the waistband of your shorts and ease the ache thatâs been building between your legs.Â
Your body freezes at the realization that you want to tell him that you canât stop thinking about him either, that you canât stop thinking about the fact you want more than just his lips pressed against yours, how you want him to be the first one you feel inside you, that heâs the only one you ever want.Â
That thereâs nothing more than you want to be his.Â
It doesnât take long for Frankie to realize heâs making out with a half open mouth, pulling away with concern as he studies the pained expression across your face.Â
âKenz, a-are, are you okay? D-did I do something wrong?â Frankie stammers, gulping as he shifts himself to follow your lead and sit up on the bed.Â
âN-no, no, itâs just that- fuck- I just- fuck, I donât know how to say this.â You stutter, face growing hotter and hotter as you furrow your brow, eyes peeled to Frankieâs blue and green plaid sheets as you try to find the words you want so desperately for him to hear.
Frankie reaches out his hand, gently resting it on the bare skin of your thigh, just below the hem of your pajama shorts. You glance down at the way his fingers carefully rub back and forth, trying to calm your nerves enough to look at him.Â
âItâs okay, Kenzie. Whatever it is, Iâm- Iâm here to listen.â He responds, trying his best to be the anchor in your storm, despite his own nearly shot nerves.Â
âI- I- I really like you, Frankie.âÂ
âI really like you too, Kenz.â He smiles softly, just enough teasing inflection in his tone to get you to giggle, just a little.Â
âI just- I- um, do you- Frankie, do you- do you ever think about doing more than just kissing me?âÂ
A stark silence fills the room, quiet enough that each breath through your nose and thump in your chest amplifies and echoes in the space between you. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek watching Frankieâs face go blank, eyes widening with every second he lets your question process. His Adamâs Apple bobs in sync with the trembling exhale he takes before he looks back at you, praying that your word vomit hasnât led to a detrimental mistake.Â
âDo um, holy shit- you mean like, l-like what? Like, like, h-having sex? W-w-with you?âÂ
Heâs panting like heâs just finished a marathon, his eyes darting wildly between you and his sheets, terrified to answer your question with anything else but his own question to make sure heâs really just heard what you said.Â
The tops of your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you nod your head just enough, the subtle shake just enough to let him confirm his suspicions that youâre asking as a way of letting him know how often itâs crossed your mind.Â
âY-yeah. Yeah, I think about it.â He stammers, feeling his fingers tremble against your skin, hand still resting on your thigh, âD-do- do you? Um, think about it?âÂ
âYeah.â You whisper, voice shaking as you reach down to lay your hand over his, letting your fingers slide between the gaps between his knuckles until they intertwine, gripping each other tightly, there was no chance the other could float away.Â
The silence shifts to a different type of tension, a thickness in the air so palpable, it makes it just as hard to move as it does to breathe. The two of you stare at the interlocked hand resting on your thigh, stuck in a game of chicken of who dares to make the first move into the uncharted territory youâve entered.Â
âI- Iâve never-âÂ
âMe either.â Frankie interjects, cutting off the end of your statement.
Itâs almost humorous to admit it out loud, like the both of you didnât already share every detail of your lives with one another, and had somehow managed to let this fact fall between the cracks.
The two of you let out quiet laughs to yourselves, finding comfort in the comradery to work up enough courage to let your gazes meet again, wondering if Frankie can see the same yearning in your eyes as you see reflected in the soft brown his.Â
âMacKenzie, I- I-â he mutters, scrunching his face with his swallow, trying to compose himself, âI only wanna do what you wanna do. I donât- um, I donât want you to think that if- if you donât want to, o-or whatever, that I would be mad. I promise I would never, ever be mad at you because of that. Y-you know that, right?âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Thereâs not a part of you that doubts it. Not for a second. You know that thereâs no one else on the face of this earth you trust more than him.Â
There could be no one else but him.Â
âYou know I would never be mad at you either, right?â You ask, relieved as you watch Frankie gently nod his head.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs instinct or the weight of the tension that makes you lean into him, foreheads pressing together so that the messy curls of his sleepy hair are tickling your skin. You can hear how hard his heart is beating, waiting on your every breath as he leans back into you.Â
âI want to. I want you, Frankie.âÂ
âF-fuck- Are you sure?â He asks, his free hand creeping across the sheets, carefully sliding up your thigh and under his sweatshirt youâre wearing, letting his fingers toy at the softness of your stomach and the waistband of your shorts.Â
âIâm sure.â You whisper back, your own hand traveling up his leg and towards the tented fabric of his pajama bottoms.Â
âI-if itâs too much, t-tell me to stop, okay? I promise Iâll take care of you, MacKenzie.âÂ
âI know you will. I trust you, Frankie.âÂ
âO-okay.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Itâs then your mouths crash together in a messy dance of tounges and teeth, an instant electricity igniting in your core with anticipation and want. Itâs frantic yet sensual, the way thereâs nothing more you want than him, but canât bear to miss a moment to take it all in, savoring every second you melt into him.
As your hands wander across each otherâs bodies, Frankie shifts you to lay on your back so he can cage his frame over yours, the ends of his fingers barely daring to roam any farther than just below your hips or too far above your stomach.Â
âC-can I take off your shirt?â He asks, already breathless at just the sight of you underneath him.Â
âTechnically your shirt, Morales.â You smirk, making his cheeks turn even more pink at the way you giggle when you say his name.Â
âItâs yours now, looks way better on you than it does on me. Drives me fucking crazy seeing you in my clothes, Kenz.â He grins, carefully tugging your sweatshirt and the shirt underneath it above your head as you lift up your arms, helping him wriggle it free.Â
As you pop out from under the fabric, the first thing you notice is the way Frankieâs jaw is hanging open, eyes wide as can be as they stay glued to your bare chest.Â
âHoly shit.â Frankie whispers to himself, tongue darting between his lips, staring at the way your nipples have hardened from being exposed and aroused. âUm, w-wow.âÂ
Seeing you topless sparks something in him to do the same, reaching over his shoulder to tug his t-shirt off his back and over his head, leaving nowhere for the heave of each heavy rise and fall of your chests to hide.Â
Slowly, Frankie lets his hands slide up your stomach until heâs palming your breasts, grouping each one in his hands, making your breath hitch in the back of your throat as his fingers brush against your sensitive buds.Â
He leans down to kiss you, starting at your lips before trailing down your neck and collarbone, until he reaches your chest, carefully kissing each handful he has in his grasp.Â
Youâve never felt your core ache the way it does now, throbbing with want and need for more, just from the way Frankieâs groping you. Itâs not an unfamiliar feeling- youâve touched yourself before with this exact scenario playing in your mind, but never has it made you feel like this.Â
âY-you can take off my shorts, i-if you want.âÂ
âO-kay.âÂ
The gentleness of Frankieâs gaze makes your heart skip a beat, the chocolate brown of his eyes locked on yours as he scoots himself down the bed until he finds himself settled between your legs, now parted open for him.Â
Itâs then youâre overtly aware that Frankie is about to see you completely naked, a new wave of anxiety crashing through you as heat rises in your cheeks and makes you fidget the fabric of his sheets between your fingers.Â
âI- I- Iâm not wearing cute underwear. S-sorry.â You stammer, wincing as Frankieâs thumbs begin to dip below your waistband.Â
âSeriously, Kenz?â He chuckles, pausing in his tracks to shake his head in disbelief, âDo you really think I care what underwear you have on right now?âÂ
âWell, n-no, but-âÂ
âYou really think Iâm about to turn down having sex with you because youâre not in the right underwear? That you wonât even have on in like, three seconds?â Frankie snickers, trying to help ease your clearly visible nerves.Â
âShut up.â You sigh, rolling your eyes as you playfully swat at him, forgetting about the fact you were topless and immediately clamming up again as you felt your breasts sway against your chest. âS-sorry, I- Iâm just kinda nervous.âÂ
âWhy are you nervous?â Frankie questions gently, wrapping his hand around your calf, thumb softly circling your skin.Â
âWell youâre about to see me naked for the first time, Frankie. I think thatâs a pretty fair reason to be nervous.â You force the stifled laugh stuck in your throat, attempting to uphold any confidence you have left in your facade.Â
âYouâre about to see me naked too, Kenz. Would it make you feel better if you saw me pantless first?âÂ
He says it like heâs teasing, but you know thereâs a part of him thatâs serious- that heâd do anything to make you feel better, even something as simple as being the first to forgo any clothes on his bottom half.Â
âNo, I know, Frankie, itâs just-âÂ
âDo you know how beautiful I think you are?âÂ
It catches you off guard, how quick he is to stifle your protest, the warmth of his words flushing your cheeks, now shifting to fit the delicate grin thatâs growing between them.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, MacKenzie. Everything about you, I swear.âÂ
He must feel the butterflies churning in your stomach, his hands sliding down your thighs to grab your sides, leaning over to press soft kisses just above your waistband. He stares up at you once more, giving each other subtle nods of reassurance as his fingers play with the elastic, carefully helping you to lift your hips just enough to shuffle your bottoms down your legs until theyâre a crumpled pile on the floor.Â
It eases the tension thatâs built throughout your body as you watch in real time how Frankieâs brain short circuits, mesmerized by the view thatâs revealed itself between your legs. You timidly squirm your lower half against the sheets, just enough to feel the sticky warmth of your arousal thatâs been pooling since the minute you stepped foot in Frankieâs bedroom.Â
âH-holy- holy fuck. O-oh my god.â Frankie murmurs to himself, eyes locked on the puffy, wet mess of your pussy, âMacKenzie, I- wow. C-can, um, can I touch you?âÂ
âMmhmm. Y-you can touch me, Frankie. F-fuck, I want you to. Please.â You whisper, letting your legs part for him more, clit pulsing with anticipation to feel Frankieâs fingers.Â
âI-if it doesnât feel good o-or, you know, you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?âÂ
âOkay, Frankie.âÂ
You didnât even know it was possible to feel this wound up, every throb of your core pulsing through your body with so much intensity youâre convinced you may explode if Frankie doesnât touch you this second.Â
The pads his fingers gently slide over your swollen lips, collecting the slick that clings to them before he brings them to your clit, his precise and delicate touch still making you gasp the moment he starts to circle around your sensitive nub. He swirls his fingers with the lightest touch like youâre made of glass, scared heâll break you if he dares to push too hard.Â
âYou can, fuck- you can press more if you want.âÂ
âOkay. I just- I didnât wanna hurt you, or anything.âÂ
The corner of your lips curl with a soft smile, the stiffness in your muscles relaxing with how warm and safe he makes you feel.Â
âI-in the same place, though? Same circles, just like, more pressure?â He asks, quietly calculating his next move as you shake your head in response.Â
Frankie begins to circle again, slowly increasing the weight of his fingers against your clit, brushing against it in just the right way to make you whimper in delight.Â
âOh my god-â You sigh, breath hitching in the back of your throat.Â
âGood oh my god, or bad oh my god?â Frankie questions, terrified heâs done something to upset you.Â
âNo- no, good oh my god. K-keep doing that.â You stammer, pulse quickening as a familiar tingle of pleasure begins to build in your stomach.Â
Your reassurance gives Frankie the boost of confidence he needs, drawing tight circles around your nub with the pads of his fingers for a few moments, until his thumb takes over, leaving his middle two fingers free, ghosting over your entrance.Â
Thereâs a louder moan as Frankie barely slips his middle finger inside of you, lightly prodding in and out of your hole, welcoming the new fullness in the warmth and wet of your walls.Â
He pumps a few more times, letting his finger sink deeper with each stroke until heâs knuckle deep, reaching further than any spot youâve been able to feel yourself. Itâs when a second digit joins his first that you feel nearly breathless, the stretch and sting making you wince for a moment as you adjust, realising how much thicker and stronger his fingers are than your own when you touch yourself.Â
Frankie immediately notices your tense expression, quickly pulling back, raising his hands like heâs been caught in the act, guilt ridden look painted across his face.Â
âFuck, Kenzie, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, no, itâs okay, Frankie! It feels good, I promise, your fingers are just a lot bigger than mine.âÂ
He tilts his head in confusion for a second until the lightbulb clicks with him that heâs not the only one in the room who's ever been horny and taken care of themself to help solve their problem.Â
âWh-what do you think about? Wh-when, when you touch yourself?â He asks with a quiet caution.Â
âI- I think about you, Frankie.â
You answer without hesitation. Not to appease him, not to convince yourself, but because itâs the truth. Youâve thought about him more times than you can count.Â
Your answer ignites another spark of self-assurance in him, carefully letting his thumb swirl against your clit as his middle finger gently slides back into your entrance, working up to the same tempo he was at a few moments ago.Â
âI think about you, too. All the time.â He confesses, a willing admittance now that youâre laying your cards out on the table for him.Â
âWell, there was one time, a long time ago, I thought about Orlando Bloom after I watched Pirates of the Caribbean.âÂ
Youâre not sure what spurs on your unnecessary addition to your comment, but it makes you and Frankie both snort, needing a moment to compose yourself from your fit of giggles.Â
âAre you trying to tell me youâre really into pirates?â Frankie laughs, biting down on his lip.Â
âNo, you dork! Thatâs not- Jesus, you know what, forget I ever said anything, okay?â You sigh, rolling your eyes at Frankie, trying to will away the reds and pinks that plague your cheeks.Â
âYour secretâs safe with me, Kenz, donât worry.â He teases, his smile slowly shifting to a stoic sort of concentration as he stares down at his fingers pressed against your pussy. âI- I wanna try something.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âCan I um, can I go down on you?âÂ
âWait, really?âÂ
Despite your own inexperience, you werenât naive enough to ignore the rumblings from friends of friends, or stories of girls on your soccer team, constantly complaining about how all their boyfriends wanted them to suck their dicks with nothing in return. Theyâd claim it was gross, or weird, or that it would taste disgusting, so youâd be hard pressed to not believe that every boy under the sun mostly likely found themselves in the same school of thought.Â
âDo you not want me to?â Frankie questions, trying to hide the small pang of disappointment youâre sure he feels in his chest at your puzzled reaction.Â
âN-no, itâs just that- I didnât think that- I thought guys thought that was gross.âÂ
âWhat? Who said that?â Frankie scoffs.Â
âI donât know, like, Sarah and Morgan from the soccer team always complained about how their boyfriends never wanted to because they said it was gross or whatever.âÂ
âWell Sarah and Morganâs boyfriends have a single brain cell left between them after all the hits theyâve taken during football this season.âÂ
The two of you laugh again, finding relief in the way your friendship prevails through the discomfort.Â
âYou really donât think itâs gross?âÂ
âNo. I- I think itâs kinda hot.âÂ
Itâs now Frankieâs cheeks that are flushed with crimson, trying his best to hide his embarrassment. You can tell he has more he wants to say from the way his eyes dart between yours and the bed, forcing you to tilt your head with that little nod he knows means that youâll keep pestering him until he breaks. Lucky for you, it wonât take much.Â
âSanti stole this DVD from his cousin's house, and honestly most of it was so stupid because obviously it's all fake. Like, no oneâs that excited to get fucked at a doctorâs office. But anyways, there was this one part at the beginning where uh- where the guy goes down on the girl and I- um, I donât know. I- I wanted to try it, I guess.âÂ
âReally didnât think I was gonna have to worry about not picturing Santi in my head tonight.âÂ
You and Frankie giggle as you pretend to gag at the thought of Santi becoming a part of you losing your virginity, praying there never comes a day he finds out heâs in part to thank for Frankieâs peaked curiosity.Â
âI- I want you to. If you want to.âÂ
âI want to. Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.âÂ
The pace of your pulse begins to quicken again, watching the way Frankieâs face lights up as he races to position himself between your legs, laying flat against the mattress with his face hovering above your heat, his hot, trembling breath tickling your folds.Â
You swear he licks his lips before his mouth meets you, but the slow, long drag of his tongue across your clit already has your head thrown back against his pillow, the warmth and wetness lighting you up from the inside out with jolts of electric pleasure.Â
He repeats it a few more times, languidly lapping in smooth and steady strokes, each with just a little more pressure than the last. Itâs instinctual, how you buck your hips towards his face, like your body knows it wants more before your brain can process it, signaling to Frankie youâve given him the okay to keep going, to give you more.Â
Little gasps escape your parted lips as his tongue moves faster, circling your clit the same way he had with his thumb, making your body melt into the mattress. Itâs almost unearthly, how good it feels, little fires igniting in your stomach with every flick of his tongue.Â
You donât mean to startle him with how loudly you whimper as he intensifies the pressure, mouth still latched around your clit while his brown eyes peek up at you, breathlessly nodding to him that he shouldnât dare to stop now.Â
He takes it as a sign to test the waters even further, letting his middle finger be sucked into the warmth of your velvety walls before ever so carefully sliding in another. The stretch is still there but the sting has faded, his fingers a welcomed addition to ease the way you realize youâve been clenching around nothing, subconsciously desperate to fill the empty ache in your core.Â
Inch by inch, he sinks them deeper until you feel him bump against a soft spot inside you that makes you scream in a way youâve never felt before, fireworks exploding everywhere in your body as his tongue and fingers work in tandem.Â
A familiar tingle rapidly begins to build at the base of your spine, except the same type of tingle youâve experienced alone has never multiplied and compounded in the same way this one does.Â
Desperate for something to grab on to, one hand fists at Frankieâs sheets, the other, shooting down to the messy curls of his hair, burying your fingers until they disappear under his unkempt locks.Â
Youâre not sure if youâre so pleasure drunk you canât think straight, but you swear you can feel that stupid, smug smirk pressed against your pussy as you hold onto him for dear life.Â
He keeps the same pace with his tongue, fingers prodding in just the right spot to make you feel like youâre losing control, limbs numb and shaking like jello as you feel the tingle creep down your legs and up through your chest.Â
âF-Frankie, I- oh fuck- fuck, oh my god, fuck, I- I- oh my go-ahhhhhhhhhh-â Â
Itâs all consuming, the way the pleasure washes over you, like waves crashing into the shoreline- relentless and never ending. Thereâs a moment youâre convinced your bodyâs left this planet, floating off in space in a cloud of endless ecstasy.Â
Youâre not sure how long youâre lost in the electricity of it all- Minutes? Hours? Years? Youâd believe any and all of the above. Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath as you come to, greeted with the image of Frankie still settled between your legs, wild haired and goofy grinned.Â
âFrankieâŚ. Holy fuck.âÂ
A beaming, boyish smile lights up across his face at the way youâre panting, wiping the shiny slick stained around his mouth with the back of his hand.Â
âYeah? D-did it feel good? Did you um- did you-âÂ
âYeah. Holy shit. Remind me to thank Santiâs cousin if I ever meet him.âÂ
âJesus ChristâŚâ Frankie sighs, rolling his eyes at your giggles, heart melting at the way he canât hide his rosy cheeks and curled lips every time he looks at you, âIt felt good though? Like, Actually?âÂ
âYeah, it felt really good, Frankie.â You coo, watching Frankie prop himself up to sit back on his haunches, letting your gaze wander down his bare chest until you reach the clearly tented fabric of his pajama pants, lingering just long enough for him to notice where youâre staring.Â
Silent tension fills the room again, the both of you realizing that youâve only conquered one part of the journey youâve embarked on together, and that the second half of your travels pose many more risks than the first. Frankie is the only one you want by your side as you brave your adventure together.Â
With a little push, your back parts with his mattress, sitting up to close the gap between you. Youâre close enough now that your hands can roam up his thighs, softly palming at the stiff bulge straining under his pants.Â
âOh f-fuck-â Frankie stutters, jaw going slack with ever pass your hand makes over his erection.Â
âCan I take off your pants, Frankie?â You whisper, burying your head in the crook of his neck, craning your head just enough so that the hot words of your breath dance in his ear.Â
You can barely finish your sentence before Frankieâs scrambling off the edge of the bed, standing up straight to give you the easiest access to shuffle his pajamas down while you kneel on the mattress.Â
You pray Frankie canât feel the way your fingers shake as they sink under his waistband and brush against his stomach, pulling his bottoms down just slow enough to memorize the subtle V that sinks between his hips, or the soft trail of barely there brown hair under his belly button that thickens with every tug.Â
With one final breath, you slide them down enough to finally free whatâs been hiding underneath, his length fully hard, bobbing as it springs free. This must have been what it felt like for Frankie, understanding the way his eyes went wide and brain went blank after he saw you for the first time.
Itâs not like itâs a surprise to you, the concept of what heâs had tucked away in his pants.
What does, is how the sight of it nearly knocks the wind out of you.Â
âF-Frankie⌠Holy shit.âÂ
âWhat? I-is something wrong?â He winces, immediately bracing himself for the worst.Â
âNo, itâs just- just like, Holy shit, Frankie.â You reiterate, making it very clear youâre more than impressed as you gesture at whatâs hanging in front of you.Â
âO-oh, t-thanks.â He stutters, a sweet shyness overtaking him as a result of your admiration.Â
You scoot yourself closer, a boldness overcoming you as you delicately wrap your hand around his length, slowly sliding it up and down his shaft. You pray that whatever youâre doing feels okay, but from the way Frankieâs whimpers and moans escape from his parted lips, you take it as a sign youâre safe to take another step further.
âSince you went down on me, do you want me to go down on-âÂ
âN-no!â He pauses, drowning his face in his palm for the way heâs panicking, making you drop him from your grasp, âNo, I- uh- shit- sorry, sorry, no itâs just- No, not because I donât want you to- b-believe me, I really want you to. Like, really want you to.âÂ
âO-okay, so?âÂ
He must feel awful for the puzzled and pained expression on your face, reaching with both hands to cradle your jaw, making sure your gaze is fixated on him.Â
âIâm sorry, I promise nothingâs wrong, I just- fuck- I donât wanna cum yet and I know if you go down on me, I will in like two seconds, and I wanna cum when weâre having sex. I-if you still wanna, ya know, have sex. Jesus, Iâm sorry, I donât know why I freaked out like that. I think Iâm- Iâm nervous, too. âÂ
The top of your teeth graze your lower lip, batting your lashes in heavy, long blinks, your lips curling in a sympathetic smile that youâre not alone in your uneasiness. Finding comfort in the uncomfortability, together. Knowing how easy it would be for him to play it all off like no big deal, or pretend to mask the confidence he lacks, and yet, he doesnât, makes you want him even more.Â
âDo you still want to? I- Iâm nervous too, but I want to. It makes me feel less nervous that itâs with you.âÂ
The tender kiss he plants on your lips as your bodies move in sync down the bed is the only answer you need, shuffling backwards towards the pillows while Frankie hovers his body over you, mouths only parting to let you settle into the mattress.Â
Each kiss becomes more frantic and desperate than the last, mouths melting together as your tongues wrestle. The way he kisses you is all consuming, enough to make you feel like the only people in the world that exist in this moment are you and him.Â
âYou sure you want to?â He gasps, fighting for his words to escape his parted lips.Â
âIâm sure.â You whisper back, barely soft enough for him to hear.Â
The two of you nod, Frankie shifting his weight to reach across you, shuffling through the drawer of his nightstand until he fishes out the box of condoms he has hidden away. He sits back on his knees, carefully ripping a square from the line of packages, tossing the rest over the side of the bed. Heâs even more delicate as he tears the edge of the foil heâs holding in his hands, removing the rubber and methodically rolling it down over his shaft.Â
âItâs on right... Right?âÂ
âYeah. I practiced putting them on earlier this week so I didnât look like a complete idiot when I tried to do it the first time. Although I think telling you that probably makes me look like an even bigger idiot.âÂ
âNo it doesnât,â You softly reassure him, âIâd rather have you do that than put it on wrong. I donât want any of your babies yet, Morales.âÂ
Yet.Â
Youâre not sure what makes your brain decide to add those three letters into your sentence. Youâre also not sure why you donât hate that it did. Thereâs a part of you that thinks thereâs a chance that maybe Frankie didn't hear it, but you know that boy would die before he stopped hanging onto every word that fell from your lips.Â
Thereâs a part of you that also swears heâs trying with everything in him to keep from smiling.Â
Your attention shifts with Frankieâs body, hovering back over yours with his fist wrapped around the base of his shaft, sinking his hips to line himself up with your entrance. His tip brushes against your clit, a familiar jolt of pleasure swirling in your stomach at how you clench around nothing, anxious and aching to feel him inside you.Â
âI-if itâs too much, or it doesnât feel good, or you wanna stop, just-âÂ
âI know, Frankie. Iâll tell you, I promise.âÂ
Your low exhale syncs with Frankieâs gulp, each of you bracing yourselves as you finally feel his tip breach inside you. You try your best to relax, squirming your bottom half with each inch Frankie sinks himself deeper. Youâre sure thereâs a wince as he pushes past the halfway point- not painful, but a sting and stretch in a way youâve never felt. Frankie freezes, gently grabbing your hip.Â
âYou good, Kenzie? You want me to stop?âÂ
âNo, Iâm okay, just kind of stings a little, but it still feels good. Maybe if you didnât have such a big dick, it wouldnât be a problem.â You tease, letting out a little huff of laughter.Â
Itâs now Frankieâs turn to scrunch the muscles of his face, cocking your head at the grit of his teeth.Â
âFrankie, are you okay?âÂ
âYup. Yup, Iâm good. When you laughed it squeezed my dick and it felt really good and Iâm trying not to make a fucking fool of myself right now.âÂ
âSorry, no more laughing, got it.â You grimace, desperately trying not to giggle at Frankieâs pained concentration as he shakes his head at you. âY- you can keep going, though.âÂ
âF-fuck, o-okay.âÂ
Thereâs another deep breath before heâs pushing his hips towards you, taking his time as you feel the pain start to shift to indescribable pleasure, the feeling of how full he is inside of you making every wire in your brain short circuit.Â
âHoly fucking shit.â Frankie whispers under his breath, âFuck, you feel so good, MacKenzie.âÂ
You wish you had the words to tell him how you feel the same, but the best you can muster is a muffled moan that escapes from your unhinged jaw, brain empty at the sweet stretch of his fullness, stagnant inside you.Â
F-fuck Frankie. Oh my god.â You murmur, letting the muscles of your face untense so the weight of your eyelids can flutter open, soaking in the image of Frankie above you. The rest of your body follows, slowly beginning to relax as you adjust, yearning for more than just his hips flushed against yours. âY-you can move, Frankie.âÂ
He lets his arms sink from the plank heâs holding, letting your chests flush together so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck, groaning into your skin with the first thrust of his hips, steadily sliding in and out of your heat, savoring every second of the sensation.Â
âYou still okay, baby?â Frankie coos into your ear, the new nickname only adding to the way you want to clench down around his length as he keeps his languid pace, dragging his cock along the warmth and wetness of your walls.Â
âMhmmm. You can go faster, i-if you want. F-fuck, it feels so good, Frankie.âÂ
The way you whimper and whine his name sets off a low rumble deep in his chest, lips locking with yours as you feel him pump just a little harder, his length nudging the same, savory spot he had found before with his fingers. Your hand shoots up to wrap around his bicep, nails marking crescent moons in his skin.Â
Every move he makes is solely based on your reaction, reading the way your body responds to him before daring to take a step further. Your iron grip and sweet moans are enough to spur him on further, a steady rhythm now working through each thrust of his hips.Â
Thereâs a new knot in your stomach that starts to tighten, building in your gut and slowly creeping its way to spread throughout your body. The coarse hairs curling at the base of his shaft brush against your clit just enough to spark a jolt of electricity to your core, bucking your hips into his with each thrust. Youâre desperate to reach the same high he had given you before, eager to ease the ache of your sensitive bud.Â
Frankie picks up on the way you rut back into him, snaking his hand down your front, making just enough space between your bodies to let the pads of his fingers find your clit. The pressure he adds with the circles and swirls makes your breath hitch in the back of your throat, overwhelmed with arousal by how all encompassing Frankie is.Â
Itâs hard to believe how quickly you find yourself becoming addicted to him, your body yearning to become one with his and never separate. You want your heart, your soul, for all of it to be his, and only his, to be unable to find where you end and he begins.Â
The only thing you want is to be his.Â
With each stroke, your pussy flutters faster around his length, the tingle that had formed at the base of your spine now seeping through your veins, teetering on the brink of collapse.Â
âF-fuck- fuck, Frankie, donât stop. Fuck, I- I think Iâm- Iâm close.âÂ
If it was anyone else, there would be no words to describe the embarrassment from the pathetic whimper you let out at the way Frankie groans while he punches into you. A look of pained concentration splays across his face, focusing with every brain cell he has left to make sure you finish first.Â
âShit- I- I- fuck, Iâm close, too.â He stutters, chest heaving in between each word.Â
He presses his forehead into yours, meeting you with the tacky sheet of sweat that now clings to his skin and dampens his curls. His scent, his warmth, the weight of his body laid across yours- you almost dare to wish that this moment, this feeling, would never end.Â
But the way he whispers your name, each letter warm and tickling your skin, a sweet symphony only he can sing is what sends you over the edge, pushing you past the point of no return.Â
âM-MacKenzie⌠f-fuck, MacKenzie-â Â
Each syllable is an explosion inside you, lighting you up to send sparks through every last limb until youâre sobbing his name, singing his own sweet song back to him.Â
âFrankie, Frankie, Frankiefrankiefrankie-ahhhhh-âÂ
The dam inside you finally breaks, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you as you squeeze around him, swallowed whole by the electricity of it all.Â
Thereâs not much your mind can process after you snap, but thereâs enough strength left to keep your gaze locked on Frankie and the way he gasps as his jaw drops after youâve finished. Heâs just as lost as you, relishing in your afterglow as he chases his own high, each thrust more sloppy and erratic than the last.Â
âFuck, fuck, holy shit MacKenzie, fuck, Iâm gonna cum so ha-aaaaahhh-âÂ
Thereâs only one last shift of his hips before heâs spilling into the condom, a final moan that follows his release as he collapses into you. Your chests rise and fall in sync, breaths heavy as you pant in the soft silence that fills the room.
The quiet brings a gentle comfort, basking in the bliss that radiates off each of you as you let yourselves drift back to earth, praying it gives you enough time to remember how to speak.Â
Itâs Frankie who arrives back first, too consumed with your own journey back to hear the way his voice breaks as he carefully whispers your name.Â
âMacKenzie?âÂ
âYeah, Frankie?âÂ
âC-can I tell you something?âÂ
âAnything.âÂ
His sweet call brings you back, thumb brushing against the warmth of his cheek, waiting on every word he's working himself up to say.
âMacKenzie, I- MacKenzie, I- I think I love you.âÂ
It's then you're sure your heart stops- four little letters forcing a smile so wide across your face, your positive your cheeks may hurt for days after.
Maybe, if you're lucky, they'll keep hurting like this for the rest of your life.
âCan I tell you something, Morales? I think I might just love you, too.âÂ
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Cat and Mouse
Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, mdni, nsfw 18+, fingering
Levi's eyes scan the rooftops, he can hear you, hear your footsteps. He launches his gear at the nearby building wall and steps on the rooftop, spotting your figure he hides behind a wall and waits for you to pass by. This time, he won't let you off the hook easily, you were gonna rush past him but Levi surprises you, spins you around and pushes you against the cold surface harshly. You grunt as your back hits the concrete, your eyes narrow immediately before they meet his grey ones. He will never learn.
"Captain." That sarcasm in your voice isn't something Levi appreciated, he jas had enough of your games. Before he speaks, he pins your hands above your head, last time you pulled a stunt, he isn't letting that happen again. "What the fuck is your problem?" You know why he is mad, you've caused him quiet the trouble, not that you regret it. "My problem? I don't have one. You clearly do." A brat, you were such a brat and he couldn't fathom what keeps him so infatuated with you. Maybe it's the fact that you're a thief that the MPs can't seem to catch or maybe is the fact that you outsmarted him both time he caught you. Either way, Levi wants it to stop.
"You have to stop. The military police will get a bounty on that shitty head of yours. You fucked it up badly this time." He was right, you did fuck it up, stealing from the Garrison just for the thrill of it. If Levi didn't know any better, he would say that you're crazy, than again, he isn't exactly normal either and he is the last person to judge you given his past as a thug. "Aww, thanks for caring, I don't care." You try to stir out of his grip and he only tightens it, keeping you still. "You're fucking insufferable you know that?" It was true, you were an annoyance for him, he had better things to do than to chase a petty thief around Trost but there was something about you that kept him coming back. He hated himself for always giving in.
"I can only say the same, Captain. Why do you care so much?" You roll your eyes, trying to find a way out of his grip but nothing seems to come to mind. He is too close to you, you can feel his breath on your cheek, this is getting dangerous. "I don't dammit. I will be the first to celebrate when your ass gets thrown in jail." Maybe he should do it, bring you in and let the militray police do as they please with you but his inner turmoil isn't letting him, he hates to admit it but he enjoys this, the chase and the games between you. His comrads would be disappointed if they knew, he knows your face, knows how you work so why doesn't he just report you? It's a problem that he can't slove tonight.
You don't say anything, the words coming out of his mouth were harsh but true, you did keep him on his feet and you enjoyed the attention. "So report me. Or is your ego not letting you." He hides things well behind that indifferent expression but his eyes tell you a different story, there is hate there, of course there is, you two hold mutual hatred for on e another however there is desire there too, it shouldn't be. It really shouldn't. Levi scoffs at your words, his fingers wrap around your neck and he squeezes, his other hand still firmly holding your wrist together. "You're the egotist one here. You and your shitty criminal jobs. How much money did you earn by selling sealed information huh? What is your game here?" That was his main problem, you stole from the survey corps too and he doesn't appreciate it one bit.
His fingers squeeze your throat again, he wants you to answer but he won't approve if you lie to him. "Enough and I enjoy the chase. Noel matter how big or minor my crime is, you always comr running after me. Why is that captain?" Now there is a question he wants answer at least not with words. Hos face inches closer to you, your noses touching. "Fucking annoying brat." You smirk, your eyes drifting to his lips, will he finally do it or will he run away from it like all those other times? You don't move away or lean in, you simply wait, eager to feel his lips agsint yours.
And just like that, a groan leaves his lips, his hand moving down to your hip and his lips crashing agsint yours. Returning the kiss immediately, you feel his grip on your wrist loosen and insted he interlocks his fingers with yours, his kiss getting more passionate. You let your hand fall to his hair, pulling him into the kiss even more, his body presses up agsint yours, the heat between you making a shiver run down your spine. You moan as his hand moves to your ass and he squeezes, loving the sounds that are leaving your mouth. He needs to hear more and he plans too. His grip gets more and more possessive, his hands start to roam your body, feeling your every curve. You can't go all the way put here, both of you know that but Levi is letting his desire for you cloud his judgement and he can't keep his hands off of you even out here.
The two of you keep kissing for some time until Levi pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to each other. Levi's eyes look you up and down, he wants to fuck you here and now but it's too risky, so he will simply have to do something else. His mouth starts kissing your neck, each kiss more sloppy than the other, you throw your head back, giving him more space, you're enjoying this more than you thought you would. A gasp leaves your swollen lips when he bites into your skin leaving marks behind. "You smell so fucking good." He says against your skin before biting again, this time he hits your sweet spot directly, making a shiver run down your spine. You grab onto his shoulders, your body pulling it self closer to his. "Desperate are you? Fucking brat." He turns you around, your hands on the cold wall, he bucks your hips sligthy and gives your ass a firm slap, fuck the things he would do to you.
He lands another slap on your ass, his body pressing fully into yours, you can feel how hard he is for you. You bite your lip and reach out for his bulge but he slaps your hand away. "No. Keep your fucking hands on the wall understood?" You nod at his words, as much you want to talk back to him, you don't want to ruin this moment so you keep quiet and listen to what he says. You keep your hands on the wall feeling his run up and down your sides before the reach your pants. His hand slides in and you gasp at his cold fingers as they reach your core, he rubs you over your panties making soft moans come put of you. "Wet aren't you? Is this waht this whole thing is about? You want me to fuck you don't you?" Bingo, thats exactly what this whole thing is about, him finally breaching his breaking point and taking you.
Your hips buck into his hands, you want more. Levi chuckles, sending another shiver down your body, this is the first time you hear him chuckle and it's making you feel things. "Yeah? Oh you would love to have my cock deep inside of you right now. Too bad you're not getting it." He nibbles on your ear as he says that, his voice horase and rough, he is turned on beyond belief. He starts to rub you again, feeling the way the fabric of your panties is getting wet, you're phehetic, acting all though while all it took is a single touch for him to get you under his control, you melt so easily, he will indulge in that. Finally his fingers slip into your underwear and feels your pussy, his fingers runs down your slit, feeling your slick and walls, you're so wet for him, fuck he really is in trouble.
He kisses your shoulder, his fingers finding your clit, you thighs close against his hand, whimpers escape your mouth. "How cute. You're phehetic, so fucking easy to break." His fingers enters you without warning, it starts of slow, he loves teasing you but as soon as he feels your warm walls clench around his finger, he starts to finger you faster. "Fuck Levi." You say, your hands steady on the wall, he knows what he is doing. As soon as you said that, he adds a second finger keeping the fast pace, your eyes start to water as he curls them hitting that soft spot. He keeps pumping his fingers in and put of you, your actions are getting him more drunk, he loves how your body shakes just from him fingering you. He needs to control himself or else his cock will be buried deep inside of you and he can't afford that.
The more you react, the faster his pace gets, you forget completely where you are. That people can see and hear you but that's the last of your worries right now. You have Levi, the captain of the survey corps, humanity's strongest soldier fingering you on top of a building. This isn't how you wanted your afternoon to go but its far better than you ever imagined. His fingers keep moving inside of you, his other hand runs under your shirt and he grabs your breast, massaging it in his hands. "Are you gonna cum for me out here?" That makes your pussy clench aagsint his fingers again, you're getting close, that pit in your stomach starts to build up but you're not queit there yet. Levi knows how to push you over the edge, his thumb adds pressure on your clit and he keeps fingering you in a fast pace, the moan that leavs you is something you should be ashamed of, oh someone definitely heard you now, not that you care. "That's it. Good girl, cum for me, let me see you fall apart."
You can't keep your hands on the wall anymore, your grabs onto his arm with both of your hands, digging your nails into his shirt as you cum. You roll your hips, riding out of your orgsam against his fingers, he keeps them inside of you even after you cum. You catch your breath, your head falling back on his shoulder, he kisses the side of your face, he removes his hand from your underwear, his fingers are soaked. "Took about two fucking minutes to make you cum. Aren't you embarrassed?" He asks you as you open your eyes, your cheeks flushed, his hand is still on your breast and he squeezes it once more before letting go and setting both of his hands on your hips. He kisses you on the lips again, the kiss is quick and sloppy.
Eventually, Levi pulls away from you, cleaning his fingers with his cloth. You turn back around, leaning against the wall. The sun is starting to set and you don't know what to say. Levi looks your way again, he fixes his gear. "Stay out out trouble or next time I am fucking you on the wall for all to see. Understood?" That makes you laugh, he had a way with words but you wouldn't mind at all. "Oh captain my captain, if that will be the outcome, I will be gladly robbing the bank next." Your words make his eyes roll, you really were a brat. You fic yourself, fix your hair and look at him again. "See you around, Captain." You wink and get off the rooftop. Levi is left there, staring at the distance until he realised something, his wallet was missing. Damn you.
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Animals
DBF!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: â2.5k
Summary: Joel randomly calls you and tells you to meet him outside. Your parents are home though, and you can't necessarily tell them that Joel, your father's best friend, is asking you to go with him somewhere. Do you give a little white lie and leave, or do you wait until it's safer?
Warnings: Age gap (unspecified, but legal). Reader still lives with parents but she is an adult. Nosy and controlling ass parents to their child who's a grown ass adult. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Inappropriate car activities while driving. Handjob. Blowjob. Pulling into a parking lot in broad daylight to do some stuff... P in V unprotected. â¨Save a horse, ride a cowboy (in a parking lot)⨠Reader has bit of a size kink. Cum swallowing... Is there a term for kissing with semen in both y'all's mouths??? (Don't look at me...). Possessive kink. Spanking (just once though). Getting caught... Exhibitionism...đľâđŤ I think thatâs as much as I can say without spoiling anything, so! After you read it, let me know if thereâs anything that I should put in here that I missed out on!
A/N: One of my all-time favorite songs is Animals by Nickelback. As of lately, though, with all my Joel brain rot, I can't NOT think DBF!Joel every time I play it... so... here we are... I recommend listening before or when you read, just to really add to the experience hehehe.đ @javierpena-inatacvest I hope youâre hungry!đ Enjoy, yâall!!!
MASTERLIST
Youâre beside me on the seat,
Got your hand between my knees,
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze.
âTwo minutes, get your ass outside.â
Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. You blindly brought your phone up to your ear with your parents in the room with you, not taking the time to check the caller ID.Â
âI-â you start as you head to the bathroom, not wanting your parents to overhear anything. âI canât just leave right now, and especially not with you.â He scoffs over the phone. âI was at the dining table with my parents, jackass.âÂ
âBut youâre not anymore, right?âÂ
âNo.â
âAnd they didnât question you?â
âDidnât give them the chance to.â
âJust get out here. Iâll drive off quick, no one will see,â he states matter-of-factly.
âJoel,â you say, your tone betraying your logical responses.
âNow,â he says before ending the call.Â
Your heart racing, you peer at yourself in the mirror, making sure you look semi-presentable even though you know Joelâs intentions are going to ruin your appearance anyway. You leave the bathroom, heading for the front door as fast as possible.Â
âWho called ya?â your dad asked.Â
âGoing somewhere?â your mother followed.
âJust a friend. And Iâm gonna step out real quick, Iâll be back in a bit,â you say nonchalantly, not trying to raise any suspicion. Your mother raises her brow at you.Â
âI really hope you both find the value in respecting peopleâs privacy,â you say, stepping out the front door as you speak, erasing the chances of any further commentary. That may have come across more harsh than you would have liked, but even into adulthood, the three of you have gotten into huge fights for your whereabouts. Itâs not like you left them in the dark all the time or kept them up late waiting for you to get home. You were living under their roof, so you still respected their time. Yet, it was never enough. And you were too wound up thinking about Joel to bite your tongue.
He parked a house away, and youâre practically running at the speed of light to get into the passenger side so he can pull away before your parents decide to make it to the window to gain any more information they can.Â
As soon as you get into the passenger seat, though, Joel has different plans as he immediately puts one hand around your waist and the other on the thigh closest to him. Youâre barely able to shut the door before he pulls you into the middle of the bench seat of his truck, your body flushed against his. You squeak out at his quickness, his strength. He smirks at it.Â
He lets his hand on your thigh drag up your body and situate itself on your jaw, turning your face to his and kissing you deeply, all tongue and teeth and thickened spit due to how fucking turned on both of you are.Â
You pull away, breathless, âBaby, you need to drive off, now.â
âShit, sorry,â he says, releasing his hold on you. âStop distractinâ me,â he playfully scolds, a smile full of trouble across his face as he pulls out of the neighborhood.Â
You scoff at him now, perplexed at his audacity to tell you that youâre distracting him. It makes an idea pop in your head. Youâll show him a distraction.Â
You shift your body to face him. Your hand lands on his thigh, running up and down lightly, getting closer to his hardened bulge thatâs been begging for your attention since he dialed your number.Â
His grip on the wheel tightens, his jaw twitching, âDarlinâ,â he grits. âWhat are you doinâ?â
âOh, nothing,â you say as you lean in closer, licking a stripe up his neck, your mouth at his ear. âJust,â you cup his erection, âbeing a distraction.â
His hips push up into your hand. He is painfully hard right now, his entire neck and face a bright red from your ministrations. You unzip his jeans, pulling it and his underwear down to let his cock free. You moan at the sight.
âIâm warninâ you, girl.â
âWant me to stop?âÂ
Silence.Â
He moves his arm closest to you to sprawl along the back of the bench seat, giving you complete access to him as he attempts to drive you two to God knows where.Â
You scoot closer in, and let out a content giggle. You place a wet kiss at his pulse point, whispering in his ear, âThought so, baby.â
You bring your hand up to your mouth and let your spit pool in your hand, bringing it back down to his length, spreading it all over before you wrap your fingers around him.
âJoel, baby, fuck-â you moan in his ear as you slowly begin pumping him, âlook how fucking big you are in my hands,â you whine. âCan barely wrap my hand around you,â you say as you nip at his neck again.Â
Joel begs his eyes to stay on the road, knowing that if he were to look down right now, heâd lose every ounce of his control â on both his self restraint and his damn truck. But, God damn, the slapping sound of your hand on his spit-soaked cock as you whine and writhe at his side has him desperate. He glances down for barely a millisecond, and he canât help the groan that leaves his throat, his head threatening to throw itself back in utter pleasure.Â
âAm I doing good, baby?â You ask him. âA good distraction?â You add, your lips ghosting his jaw with each syllable.Â
âF-fuckin H-hell, baby,â he stutters, hips softly meeting every push and pull of your hand. âG-gonna make me c-crash this f-fuckinâ car.âÂ
With his admission, your grip gets a little tighter, pumps get a little faster, and you're giving extra attention to the head of his cock. Heâs pulsing beneath you, breathing erratic, and you canât stop the urge to lean down and take him into your mouth.Â
On instinct, Joelâs foot falls a little heavier on the gas, causing him to drive a little roughly over a bump on the road. His dick pushes deeper into your mouth, causing the tip to hit at the back of your throat.Â
The spit that forms from your gag reflex gives you an easier ability to devour him just as he likesâwarm, wet, and sloppy. Your head begins to bob faster, your hand still supporting the base of him as you periodically cup him below, and heâs an absolute mess.Â
You pull away for one moment in a choked breath, your hand now jacking him off, and you look up at him through your eyelashes.Â
âI know youâre close, baby, I feel it,â you gasp out as your hand squeezes a little more, at the pressure you know makes him break. âNeed you to cum, baby, need you to fill my fucking throat,â and with that, your mouth is back on him.Â
âOh, f-fu-âŚâ Joel nearly growls out, immediately pulling into some random parking lot, thankful the nearest slot was empty. The second the car is in park, heâs shooting his load down your throat, his hand flying to the back of your head to keep you stuffed full of him.Â
The way that youâre so turned on right now just by giving him the sloppiest head he has ever experienced has you absolutely drippingâan absolute moaning mess, vibrating him into overstimulation. He pulls you off, and you canât help the blissed out smirk that forms on your face as you swallow almost everything he gave you, residue dripping down your chin.Â
He brings your face to his, and his tongue collects up his own spend, feeding it back to you in a desperate, sloppy kissâif you can even call it that.Â
As your lips tangle in a nasty embrace, heâs quick to rip your bottoms off as he settles you on his lap. The feel on your pussy of his spent cock slowly getting erect again has you moaning into his mouth, your hips grinding down onto him, arousal coating him, urging him back to his full, hard length.Â
âSh-shit,â falls from your mouth as his trails further down, leaving kisses down your throat. Joel brings his hand down to pump himself a few more times, ensuring heâs at full attention. Your hips lift up on instinct, Joel notching his tip at your soaking entrance.Â
You lower yourself onto him, going in with ease with how wet both you and him are, the stretch of him still providing that delicious burn. No matter how prepared or lubed up either of you are, that burn will never go away. You never want it to. It flips a certain switch of lust within youâan animalistic needâknowing just how fucking big he is, knowing that itâs all for you.Â
Usually when youâre on top, heâs extra sensitive, and you wait for him to give the signal for you to move. That need is there, though, and you canât wait. As soon as your hips are flushed with his, youâre immediately lifting back up and dropping down on him again, maintaining a brutal pace that has you both uttering incoherent filth.Â
You place your hands on either side of his head, gripping the back of his seat to give you better momentum as you bounce on him. His hands are gripping at the globes of your ass, guiding your movements, fingertip-shaped bruises threatening to form. âFuck, sweet girl,â he lets out, âjust like that, baby.â His face is nuzzled in between your breasts, nipping and licking at them with every bounce of your thrusts.Â
His words cause your pussy to flutter, a possessive feeling gliding down your spine. Your one hand releases the chair and grasps at the curls on the base of his neck. âT-tell me,â you stutter, ât-tell me who my p-pussy belongs to,â you get out, licking into his mouth before you let him answer.Â
His hips begin to meet your movements, his pubic bone providing the cherry on top to unravel you. His lips are against yours, breaths intertwining into the thick air, windows beginning to fog. âMine,â Joel growls. Your hips speed up, the truck shaking and squeaking with every movement. âThis pussy is mine. You,â he breathes, âare fuckinâ mine,â a stinging pain fills your senses before your brain registers the slap to your ass.Â
Your thighs begin to shake and your body goes rigid, your climax teetering against the edge.Â
âJoel,â you cry out.Â
âIâve got you, pretty girl, let go for me,â he coos. And just as heâs about to hold you down to fuck up into you, a car parks right next to you, door immediately slamming as the person gets out and urgently peers into the driverâs side window.Â
Both of you are too close to stop your movements, the personâs face outside the car falling into pure horror and shock at whatâs going on inside.Â
âOh!â you scream out, both of you using all your strength to stop but unable to.
âThatâs my dad outside the car!â
Oh please, the keys, theyâre not in the ignition,
Must have wound up on the floor while we were switching our positions.Â
Before you know it, youâre pulsing around his cock as he fills up another one of your holes with thick, hot ropes of his cum.Â
Neither of you realize just when your father scrambled back into his car and drove away, but the idea of getting caught turned both of you on more than youâd ever admit.Â
You donât get off of him just yet, both of you sitting in each otherâs sweaty embrace as you let your breathing and heart rates return to normal.Â
âSoâŚâ he says, rubbing circles on the small of your back.Â
You look up at him, chin perched on his chest. âSo,â you giggle.Â
âWhat the fuck do we do?â he asks, wordlessly referring to the mishap with your father.
Not as worried, you mess with him before giving a serious answer. âMmm,â you say as you place a light kiss to his chest, âI was thinking you give me your boxers since you ripped the only bottoms I have on me, and you deal with the jeans chafing your balls until you get back home.â
His eyes go wide, completely forgetting that he did that, and silently cursing himself for doing something so stupid. Luckily he decided to actually wear underwear today.
âOh, fuck, baby, Iâm so sorry, I just-â he pauses for a moment. âYou fuckinâ distracted me!â he says before he completely busts out in laughter, a deep howl filling the car. You smack his chest, your laughter following suit.Â
âYou motherfucker,â you say, sitting up a little straighter, pulling him in for a chaste kiss.Â
He smiles at you, pure warmth and adoration in his eyes. He clears his throat, his face a little more serious. âI, uh, I was actually talkinâ about your old man, though.â
âI know,â you say, completely unbothered.
âAre you not worried?â
You shrug your shoulders. âNo.â
âYou donât think heâs gonna try and wring my neck out?â
âBaby,â you laugh, âno, heâs not gonna wring your neck out. I wouldnât let him, anyway.â
âOh, gee. Thanks,â he deadpans.
âI promise you, Iâve got it taken care of.â
His fingers grasp your chin, pulling you in for another kiss, a little longer than the last. âI trust you.â
As soon as you enter the front door, you see both your parents at the dining table again. Though, this time around, instead of controlling and angry, they look pale and embarrassed.Â
You stroll to the dining table, not caring to sit down, and you get straight to the point. They canât even look you in the eye.Â
âSo? Did we learn our lesson about-â
âYes,â your parents say in unison, âplease just,â your mother continues as your dad starts to retreat anywhere else but here. âLetâs not talk about it.â
You canât help the laugh that bubbles in your chest.Â
âYouâre a grown woman,â your mother says, rigidly. âItâs really not our business what you do anymore.â You peer at your father. He throws a thumbs up at your motherâs words, eyes still trained on everything else but you.Â
âGlad ya guys came to your senses,â you say, offering a smug smile. You canât help it. If catching you having the steamiest sex in an older manâs car is what causes them to stop breathing down your neck, then so be it. Youâd have intentionally done something like this ages ago if thatâs what it took.Â
You start heading to your room when your dad finally speaks. Still unable to look you in the eyes. âTell Joel I donât give a fuck what he doesâwhat yâall doâjust,â he pauses to take a breath. âTell him not to address any of this with me. Ever.â
âDeal.â
No, no matter where we go,
âCause everybody knows,
Weâre just a couple animals.Â
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It's My Party
Pairing: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Plus-Sized!Best Friend!Fem!Reader
Summary: It's Rafe's birthday, so he could do whatever he wants, right?
Word Count: 8.4k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NON-C0N/DUB-C0N, substance use, alcohol, oral (m and f receiving), nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex
A/N: Woah! Where'd this come from? I honestly have no idea, I wrote this in like three days and I love it. My first full Rafe fic? YAY! I've been kinda down so I'm glad I was able to write this! Also pictures in moodboard are my personal perceptions of how Reader looks, doesn't translate into the story besides her being a plus-size queen! Enjoy! đđđ
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âCâmon, Y/N, itâs my birthday,â Rafe chuckled, leaning back on his arms on your bed. âI wanna make sure the hottest girl at the party is wearing a pretty outfit,â he said, his striking blue eyes running over your frame.Â
Your mouth fell open at his comment. You stared back at yourself in the mirror, studying the outfit Rafe had gotten for you.Â
It was a dainty light pink sun dress with cherries on it paired with a matching ruffled tie-up cover. It was cute, feminine, soft.Â
Just like you.Â
âItâs not your birthday yet, Rafe,â you shook your head with a smile, glancing at your best friend before running your hands over the cotton.
âBut it will be,â he replied. âSo what do you think?â He referred back to the outfit. He had stood up by then, stalking over to you so that his front brushed with your back. The heat of him radiating onto your skin.Â
The heat between your legs grew, but you forced it away. Shaking your head clear of any possibilities, you glanced in the mirror to look your best friend in the eyes.Â
His intense stare was already on you.
âI love the outfit, but I donât know about it making me the hottest girl at the party,â you snorted before walking away from the mirror to grab your clothes to change back into. You felt him roll his eyes at your statement but you ignored it as you turned back around to face him.
âYouâre already the hottest girl, so that wonât be a problem,â he said, eyes darkening.Â
This time you rolled your eyes.
âReally?â You scoffed. âYouâre aware that the blonde skinny chicks are going to be throwing themselves at you, right? You wonât even notice Iâm there,â you blew out a breath.
While you were comfortable in your own skin, loving your stomach rolls, stretch marks, and flabby skinâyou also knew that you werenât society's beauty standard. So it always confused you when Rafe flirted with you.
He would call you hot one minute and the next youâre seeing a blonde skinny girl walk out of his room with her clothes disheveled.
Still, he was just your best friend and youâre sure he only meant it for a fun laugh. He was never serious.Â
As you were about to go into your bathroom, leaving the conversation, you felt a firm hand wrap around your arm.
âWhy would I pay attention to those girls when I have you?â He questioned, face hard as he stared at you. âItâs my party and if I say youâre gonna be the hottest girl there, then youâre going to be the hottest girl there,â he squeezed you slightly.Â
You exhaled sharply, dropping your gaze as you felt your cheeks flush once more. Sometimes you wondered if Rafe was truly attracted to you or if it was all a big lie just to get in your pants. âOkay, didnât know it was a big deal,â you ripped your arm away from his grip.Â
You also wondered if that curiosity was the reason you knew youâd never want to explore a relationship with him. Curiosity killed the cat and what you have with Rafe now is more than perfect for you to be wandering on a side of regret.
âJust wanted to make it known,â he shrugged, stepping back. âSo do you like the outfit?â He asked.
Your face softened as you smiled. âOf course, I love it,â you emphasized, earning a smile from him. You closed the bathroom door behind you leaving him in your room.
Rafe had come over just like any other day. You expected youâd be driving to the club like always but today he had a bag from your favorite store in his hand. His smile brightened at the way your face lit up at the sight of it.Â
You assumed it was another piece of jewelry or a handbag he made a habit of buying you. But no, it was an outfit this time around. And it was actually your size. Part of you wondered how he guessed so accurately but then you realized you werenât giving him enough credit.Â
He had bought you a cute outfit for a special occasion, and you were happy.Â
âAre we still going to the country club? Iâve been craving their strawberry-mango smoothie,â you stated as you walked out of the bathroom, knowing the fruity drink had been on your mind since you had it well over two weeks ago.Â
âWe could do whatever you want,â he grinned.
~
There were few things in life Rafe enjoyed. And his birthday was one of them.
It was the one day out of the year that was about him. The one day out of the year when Sarah wasnât the favorite. The one day out of the year that his dad didnât look at him with disappointment or disapproval. It was the one day out of the year that he was celebrated just for existing.Â
Most importantly, you would go all out. Planning him the perfect day to make him feel extra special. He doesnât think heâd have any other person do that for him.
The thought brought a smile to his face and it only grew when you opened the door, greeting him immediately.
âHappy birthday!â You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face in the crook of his neck.Â
He wrapped his arms around you, enjoying the smell of your perfume.
âMr. 21,â you smirked, pulling away. âYou feel old?â You joked.
âNot yet,â he reached up to push a piece of hair out of your face. âYou look beautiful as always,â he complimented, loving the way you grew flustered. He raked his gaze over your body, taking in each curve, craving to touch the softness of your body, but he noticed a big thing was missing. âWhereâs the outfit?â He questioned.Â
âItâs in here,â you held up the bag in your hand. âThatâs my party outfit, but weâre going golfing and I donât want to sweat in it,â you explained.Â
âI was gonna say,â he smirked before nodding towards his truck, implying it was time to go.
âHave some faith in me, Rafe,â you gazed at him, your eyes sending him a look he couldnât decipher but his mind told him what he wanted to believe.Â
He chuckled in response as he opened the door for you.Â
âI have all my faith in youâ.
Rafe knew it was the right thing to put all his faith in you. No one ever cared for him more than you, loved him more than you, treated him with respect more than you. You were safe, warm, and reliable.Â
He glanced over as you watched the scenery pass by. You had your hands folded neatly in your lap, your skirt stretching over your thick thighs he craved to have wrapped around his waist or his head.Â
You were goddamn gorgeous and the thought of you created an unquenchable thirst. Hell, heâs been thirsty since he realized he was attracted to you back in high school. But you were so fucking oblivious to his flirtatious remarks that youâve never been more than best friends.
Curling his fingers around the steering wheel, he pushed the thought to the back of his head. Focusing on the road.
You arrived at the club shortly later, your water bottle in hand as you made it to the golf carts. You had one job todayâsit pretty and cheer Rafe on.
Turning in your seat to face the course, you waved at the two men waiting on Rafe. They waved back before greeting the man of honor. Soon they started their game, Rafeâs name leaving your lips every time he hit the ball.
You didnât understand the sport, found it rather boring. But it was his birthday so you faked your way through it with the biggest smile on your face. It wasnât until you were done reapplying your sunscreen that he called your name.
Lifting your head to find him at the bottom of the short hill, he waved you over. You met him and the boys there, a puzzled look on your face.
âItâs the last hole, why donât you give it a shot?â He grinned, eyes shielded from his sunglasses but you could still feel his intense gaze.Â
Sticking your sunglasses in your hair, you squinted to where the flag was. âI donât know how to play,â you stated matter-of-factly. âBesides, you guys are having fun, Iâm just the cheerleader,â you puffed out a small laugh.
âItâs my birthday, câmon,â Rafe tipped his head. âItâll be fun,â he encouraged. âIâll show youâ.
You let out a soft breath, caving in. âJust this once,â you pointed. You stepped in front of Rafeâs welcoming stance, allowing him to envelope his arms around you.Â
He showed you where to place your hands and position your fingers, his hands on top of yours. Almost every inch of him was pressed against youâhis hands rested on your forearms, his chest against your back, and his front pressing against your ass.Â
You gulped as the feeling made you hot before you attempted to ignore the proximity but you couldnât. You just couldnât. And when he swung the club, following through, you smelled the masculine scent of his cologne, your knees buckling.
âAtta girl,â he grinned, stepping away to watch as the ball landed close to the hole.
âDamn, Y/N,â Kelce chuckled.Â
âYou should join us for the full game next time,â Topper smirked.
You felt your cheeks heat up. âThanks, guys, but Iâm sitting out any future games,â you smiled.Â
âYou just need a little more convincing,â Rafe slid his arm around your shoulders.Â
The four of you began heading back to the carts. Top and Kelce were in front while you and Rafe stayed behind.
âHowâs your birthday so far?âÂ
âItâs more than perfectâ.
~
âWow,â Rafe smirked, watching as you walked out of his bathroom, now changed into the outfit he had specifically picked out for you. He reached for your hand, raising it in the air so you could spin. âYouâre incredible,â he breathed out, in a complete daze.
âRafe,â you dragged, avoiding his gaze as the heat grew on your face. âThanks for the outfit, itâs really nice,â you played with the sleeves of the cropped cardigan. âBut it was really expensive, I-,â you began, but he raised a hand.
âYouâll find a way to repay me,â he finished your thought, his blue eyes darkening. âBut right now, weâre gonna celebrate my birthday,â he pointed over his shoulder towards the door where the party was starting.
With your hand in his, you nodded, letting him pull you along.Â
You met up with Kelce and Top in the kitchen, everyone wishing Rafe a happy birthday as you passed. You thanked Kelce as he handed you a cup of water. The night was still young so you had enough time to catch up with the rest of the partygoers.
Leaning against the counter, you listened to the guys' conversation, droning in and out of it when parts became boring. It wasnât until you spotted a few girls making their way toward the group, that a smile appeared on your face when you figured they came for Rafe.
While you held some feelings for Rafe, all you wanted was for him to settle down with a nice girl. One you could maybe be friends with too. It was a little fantasy you had.
âI love your dress, Y/N,â one of the girls complimented, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.Â
The three Kook girls were standing in front of you and Rafe. You were a bit shocked that they acknowledged you first, but you welcomed their kindness.
âThanks,â you rolled your lips together in a smile. âYour earrings are so cute,â you gestured to the gold hoops she had.Â
She hummed before her attention turned to Rafe. âHappy birthday, Rafe,â she brushed her hand along his arm, squeezing his bicep. âMe and a few of my friends are gonna head into the pool if you wanna join,â she batted her lashes.
âMaybe later,â he pressed his lips together in a smile. âIâm with my friend right now,â he slid his arm over your shoulders.
You furrowed your brows, glancing at him like he was insane for turning down her offer. âHeâs kidding,â you butted in. âYou guys have fun,â you pressed a hand on his back, urging him closer to the girl.
âAwesome!â She beamed, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the patio.
Rafe glanced back at you with a look you couldnât decipher but as he noticed the smile on your lips he only turned back around, shaking his head and chuckling.Â
You knew heâd thank you later just as Kelce and Topper did when the other two girls dragged them along to the pool as well. You grabbed your water from the counter before weaving through the house. Just as you were about to go outside for some fresh air, you bumped into someone.
âShit, my bad,â they apologized, placing a hand on your arm. âYou okay?â
You gazed up to see a very handsome guyâtall, with dark eyes, dark hair, and dimples that were so kissable.Â
âYeah,â you shook your head, a little dazed by his beauty. âIâm fine,â you reassured. Many guys on the island were attractive enough to catch your eye, but this guy was something else.
âCan I get you a drink? Since I spilled yours,â he offered and that's when you noticed your cup was on the floor.
âSure,â you beamed. âIt was just water though,â you added with a shrug.
âA water for the lady then,â he grinned.Â
You followed him back into the kitchen where he got you a new cup. He had asked if you were heading outside so you nodded as he grabbed your hand, leading you past the pool where you saw Rafe hanging out with the girl from before.Â
A smile fell on your face, glad to see him have fun before you stopped at a bench under a tree in the yard.Â
âIâve never seen you around the island,â you told the guy, smoothing out the skirt of your dress before sitting down.Â
âIâm visiting my cousin, he brought me along,â he answered. âWhat about you? You live here?â He gestured to the house.
âOh, noâ you snickered. âMy best friend lives here, itâs his party,â you explained. You glanced back at those brown eyes, chewing on your lip as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. There was a new feeling in your stomach tonight, far from basic attractionâthere was more.Â
But you couldnât pinpoint it. Still, the longer you talked to this guy, the more you felt it.
âI was struggling to stand up on that board, that wave was huge!â He exclaimed, gesturing with his hands.Â
You hid your laugh with your hand, doubling over as he told his story. âYouâre kidding?! How did you make it?âÂ
âPure luck and ambition,â he shrugged, sipping his drink. âBut I also learned maybe thereâs a reason you shouldnât surf during a thunderstorm,â he joked.
You agreed. âIâm glad you lived to tell the tale,â you reached over to touch his arm, gazing at him through your lashes.
His eyes flicked over your frame before he hummed out in agreement. âMe tooâ.Â
Silence engulfed you for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped and only you and him were in existence. Letting the feeling in your tummy guide you, you leaned in.Â
He followed, reaching over to place a hand on your waist and soon his lips were on yours. Your hand reached up to thread through his hair, deepening the kiss.Â
You kissed for what felt like hours but in reality, it was only minutes. It was a soft and innocent kiss, but it felt so intense, so hot. You were fully making out with a stranger at a party and all you could worry about was the heating sensation igniting in your heart.
Unsure of it, you still didnât want it to stop, unfortunately, it did.
âWatch out!â You heard Rafe scream as a ball flew over your head and bounced off the tree trunk. You yelped, heart racing at the thought that it couldâve hit you square in the face. Immediately, you saw Rafe jog over towards you.Â
He was in his swim trunks, chest bare, and water dripping down his abs.Â
You licked your lips unconsciously, the familiar feeling burning between your legs but you pushed it aside when you focused your attention back on the guy, making sure he was okay and he placed a hand on your knee in response.
âYou okay, Y/N?â Rafe caught up to you. âDidnât see you until the ball slipped from my hands,â he chuckled, running a hand over his head.
âIâm fine, Rafe,â you reassured.
âDidnât realize you werenât alone,â he cleared his throat, sending a glance to the guy.
âThis is,â you placed your hand on top of his that was resting on your knee. You paused, realizing you didnât know his name.
âEric,â he answered with a smile.Â
âEric,â you repeated, unable to control your growing smile. You liked his name. Turning back to Rafe, you chose to ignore the frown on his face.
âHappy birthday, man,â Eric turned to Rafe. âSick party,â he smiled and you grinned between him and Rafe.Â
âYeah, thanks, Y/N threw it for me,â Rafe said, his eyes flicking to yours before they rested back on the hand that was on your knee.
âNo way, you have a talent,â he squeezed your knee and you felt your cheeks heat up.
You shrugged bashfully and you narrowly missed the snort that left Rafe.Â
âI was about to head back inside,â Rafe pointed towards the house. âWe were gonna get a few drinks,â he trailed.
âOkay, have fun,â you said. âIâm gonna chill out here with Eric,â you added, leaning into his side. You also chose to ignore the way his jaw clenched.
âOkay, sounds good,â he pressed his lips together in a smile before he made his way back.
Once he was out of your eyesight, you turned back to Eric, threading your fingers through his hair and resuming what you were doing before.
~
Rafe didnât want to leave you tonight, especially on his birthday. But you had practically pushed him into the girlâs awaiting hands. He didnât understand why you were so happy to do that, didnât you see how more perfect youâd be in her place?Â
Was he not obvious?
As he stared back at you, the smile adorning your lips, he knew the answer. Which is why he turned back around, allowing the girl to lead him to the pool.Â
He tried to have a fun time, jumping in the pool with her. He could admit that she was attractive but nothing compared to you.
As he, the girl, Kelce, and her friend had a chicken fight, his mind continued to wander to where you might be.Â
Kelce and Top were in the pool with him, meaning you were alone. You couldâve sat in one of the lounge chairs, enjoying the game, but when he glanced over, you werenât there. The thought of you alone in the house irked him, what if someone spikes your drink or makes you uncomfortable?
Your laugh answered his prayers but another question came to mind, who was making you laugh?
He was about to jump out of the pool when the girl stopped him, handing him a shot of something while she pressed her boobs against him. He chuckled, taking the shot from her. He was distracted for a moment but then he heard your laugh again.Â
This time he exited the pool, leaving the girl dumbfounded. It didnât take long to find you but he wasnât expecting you to be so far from the party, alone, with a guy.
He inhaled sharply.Â
There was no way, right? Heâs been drinking all night, his mind was painting a picture he didnât want to see. But then the sight of you leaning in to kiss the guy, his hand sliding over your waist and yours fingering through his hair made that anger grow.Â
To his side a few guys were kicking a ball around, without another thought, he grabbed it, throwing it in your direction. He knew itâd miss you but he still shouted out your name before he went running in your direction.
You pulled away from the guy, your eyes going wide as the ball hit the tree over your head.Â
He checked on you, hoping the incident would make you open your eyes and realize you shouldnât be spending the night with a stranger on your best friendâs birthday. But thatâs not what you had done at all.
Instead, you snuggled up to the guy âEricâ, letting him keep his hand on your knee, and telling Rafe to have fun.
He swallowed down the jealousy, forcing a smile before making his way back to the house. The thought of you outside with him made his blood boil. Even more so when he snorted up a line in the kitchen a few moments later.
The white powder was the second thing that could calm him besides you. Still, he preferred you.
âEric,â Kelce said the name in thought. âI donât know an Eric,â he shrugged.Â
âI mean look at her man, she seems to like him well enough,â Topper said, glancing at the way you were staring at the dude.
Wiping his nose, Rafe sent him a look.Â
There you were, busting out in laughter again at something. âI donât trust him,â he chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyes locked on you as you giggled behind your hand.Â
When had you ever laughed like that towards him before? When had you ever been so focused on a guy other than him?Â
âThatâs for her to decide,â Kelce laughed. âAnd by the looks of it, she seems to trust him well enough,â he snickered behind his cup.Â
Rafe grimaced, running his tongue over his teeth as Eric rubbed his hand along the exposed skin of your thigh. If he had known the short skirt he explicitly picked out for you would lead to that, he mightâve rethought the outfit entirely.
âWell I donât, itâs my party, I can decide whoâs attending and whoâs not,â his gaze darkened and his friends sent him a look.
âHey, man, Y/Nâs having a great time. Are you sure you want to do that?â Topper asked, aware of what Rafe was implying.
âI know what I said,â he stated before he began walking towards you. He heard Topper mutter under his breath but he paid no attention to it.
âOh, hi,â you turned to face your best friend who appeared in front of you. âBack so sudden?â You asked, gazing behind him where the house was still active.Â
âYeah, I was thinking it was time to head back inside,â he said. âItâs getting kinda cold,â he added.
âIâm fine,â you dismissed. âDo you need me for something or-â You were cut off by him.
âNah, I just think itâs time for us to head back inside, itâs late,â he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets.
âI said I was fine here, Rafe,â you said his name but he didnât like the way you said it.Â
He narrowed his gaze, running a hand over his mouth as he contemplated. âGet inside, Y/N,â he opted to say. The look on your face told him what you were thinking. âI mean itâ.
âShe said sheâs fine,â Eric stood up, blocking Rafe from you.Â
Rafe placed his hands on his hips, dropping his head down as he let out a chuckle. âI donât remember asking you,â he jutted a finger into Ericâs chest. âActually, I donât remember inviting you to my party,â he grinned.
You stood behind Eric, frowning as you stared at your best friend. Even under the moonlight, you could see how blown out his eyes were. The knowledge didnât settle with you. So you stepped around Eric, grabbing hold of Rafeâs arm to prevent anything from escalating.
âCâmon, Rafe, Iâll go,â you sighed.
He relaxed, smiling down at the hand that was intertwined with his and the other on his forearm. He glanced back up at Eric, sending him a look of victory.Â
âYou donât have to listen to him,â Eric directed to you.Â
âIâm sorry,â you blew out a breath. âItâs best if you go, Eric,â you frowned, tears pricking in your eyes and Rafe couldnât help but grow angry at that. You shouldnât be crying over a boy you met a couple of hours ago. With your statement though, Eric left.Â
Rafe led you back into the house and he couldnât help the feeling of pride swell as you clung to his arm.
You, on the other hand, tried to keep a smile on your face but you couldnât feel the pang in your heart at what you missed out on. Why did Rafe need you back in the house? You wondered.
âCâmon, drink up, itâll take your mind off of him,â Rafe handed you a cup with some type of liquor in it.
You sent him a look and he rolled his eyes.
âItâs my birthday,â he encouraged. âI want my best friend to be having fun too,â he grinned, pushing the cup into your hand.
You pressed your lips together. âAlright,â you sighed, giving in for the third time today. The bitter taste landed on your tongue and you cringed as it burned down your throat.
Rafe chuckled beside you, quickly pouring you another. âSee, youâre having fun alreadyâ.
The longer the party went on, the more drinks you had. You werenât drunk but you could feel the buzz. Reaching for a few of the snacks on the counter, you hoped youâd be able to sober up but Rafe had another idea.
âLetâs head up, yeah?â
You nodded, reaching for his hand as you began making your way up the stairs. You were still down about Eric, but you knew it was better than dealing with Rafe punching the life out of him. You didnât enjoy his violent tendencies, especially when the white substance made it worse, but you tried to push past it, noting the good qualities he had.
He was loyal, smart, and confident.
Sometimes you wish that was enough for you.
You brushed past him as he opened his bedroom door for you. You found your bag on his bed, searching for his gift deciding now would be a good time to give it to him. Even though you were slightly pissed at him, he was still your best friend and it was his birthday.
He smiled at you when you sat on his bed and patted the spot next to you so he could sit.Â
âHappy birthday,â you grinned, passing him the small box, and your shoulders pressed together.Â
âYou didnât have to get me anything,â he raised a brow but he took it from you nonetheless.
âShh, just open it,â you laughed, watching as he did.
His gaze softened at the gold Rolex. He hummed out in delight, thanking you in the process.
âThereâs an inscription,â you pointed at the expensive watch.Â
He turned the watch over to find that there was. His thumb traced over the words you picked out.
Rafe, youâre worthy of everything. Love, Y/N.
His heart swelled at the sentence. He wasnât often told he was worthy of anything so for you to say he was meant it all. âThank you, Y/N,â he swallowed.
You could tell he appreciated the sentiment so you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âAnytime for you, Rafe,â you smiled, gazing into his eyes. âWhat does the birthday boy want to do now? Iâm sure the girls are waiting for you to rejoin them in the pool,â you smirked, standing up and walking over to the window.Â
Part of you wished that Eric was still outside, but he was long gone. The other part of you already accepted the loss, knowing something worse could've come from it if Rafe had escalated things.
Which in the past, heâs done many times.
You turned back around to face your best friend.
âNah,â he said after a pause. âI kinda wanna stay up here with you,â he said.
âI donât think thatâs much fun when the party is downstairs,â you pointed towards the window.
âWho says we canât have a party of our own?â He smirked, holding a small bag in his hand.
âBy all means, enjoy yourself, Rafe,â you chuckled.Â
âIt wonât be fun if youâre not doing itâ.
âRafe,â you warned.Â
âCâmon, itâs my birthday,â he said.
âJust this once,â you rolled your eyes, deciding you could indulge for one night.
He smirked, standing up and guiding you to his desk. He lined one up for you, instructing you how to do it.Â
You cringed at the feeling, moving from the seat and walking back to the bed as you rubbed your nose.
âSee, that wasnât so bad,â he found his spot next to you, laying back on his bed. He folded his arms behind his head and you couldnât help but peek at his lower abdomen that became exposed from his shirt riding up. âThis is probably the best birthday Iâve had,â he chuckled.
âYeah, whyâs that?â You decided to humor him.
He sat up, leaning in close so his chest pressed against your shoulder. âI got the hottest girl in my room, wearing the most beautiful dress,â he sucked in a breath, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.Â
Your face grew hot and you gulped. âYou could have a hotter girl in here if you didnât chase Eric away,â you bit, unsure why you said it.
He rolled his eyes. âYouâre still sad about that?âÂ
âIâm just confused,â you breathed out. âI was having a good time with a cute guy, is that so wrong?â You asked.
âYes,â he stated and your jaw went slack.Â
âYouâre kidding,â you laughed, shaking your head.Â
âItâs your best friendâs birthday and instead of hanging out with him youâre kissing a dude you donât even know?â He spoke with his hands, his movements becoming erratic and that had you worried.Â
âRafe, I spent the whole day with you, you were hanging out with that girl earlier, what happened to her? She was cute!â You exclaimed.
He stood up, walked over to the window and he ran a hand over his face. He was pacing back and forth in front of you as you shifted on the bed.
âYou think I care about her?â He stopped in front of you. âI didnât want to go in the fucking pool with her but I did because of you!â He shouted.Â
You flinched.Â
âI donât give a fuck about any other person besides you!â He yelled. âAnd it fucking sucks when that feeling isnât reciprocated by my own fucking best friend,â he huffed, chest rising.
Your heart dropped and felt a sting in the back of your eyes. You didnât realize you were crying until a sob broke through you.Â
Rafe stilled and he let out a sigh. âI-,â he inhaled, pressing his fist to his head. He dropped to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. âYou donât get it, okay? Youâre the only one on my side, the only one who makes me feel like Iâm not crazy,â he dropped his head to your thigh, his hands squeezing your sides like he was afraid youâd leave.Â
âI care so fucking much about you,â you cried. âEverything I do is with you in mind,â you closed your eyes, your hands settling on his head as you began to run your nails along his buzzed hair. âThis entire party, the entire day, I chose not to go to college so we could be close, I-,â you sucked in a breath, trying to decide what the point was. âI gave up on what I could have with Eric so you didnât get upset,â you wiped your eye.
âWhat you could have?â He lifted his head to stare up at you. âWhat do you mean by that?â He leaned back.Â
âLove, Rafe,â you answered.
âWhat about us?â He furrowed his brows.Â
âRomantic love,â you elaborated. âWhy do you think Iâm always trying to hook you up with a nice girl?â You tipped your head to the side.Â
You both stared at each other in disbelief before Rafe stood up, running his hand over his head.Â
âI already told you I donât want another girl,â he shook his head. âI want you,â he faced you again.Â
You were left dumbfounded.Â
âAre you honestly that blind?â He narrowed his gaze.Â
This time, you stood up. âWeâre friends, Rafe, nothing more!âÂ
He quickly stepped towards you, gripping your face in his hand firmly so you were forced to look at him. âYou really think thatâs all weâre meant to be?â He scoffed, flicking his gaze over you.
Your eyes were wide and you tried to push him off of you but he instead wrapped his other arm around you to keep you in place.
âLook at us, sweetheart,â he said. âIf you really think all weâll ever be is just friends, then youâre adorable,â he chuckled. âI think itâs about time you realize it was always meant to be us,â he licked his lips, eyes boring into yours. âTonight was supposed to be perfect, I had it all planned,â he began. âTonight was the night we were supposed to make things official,â he breathed out.
âRafe,â you clutched his wrist, trying to pry his hand off of your face. âWeâre just friends,â you restated, fear spreading over your eyes.
âWeâre just friends,â he mocked you and you frowned, tears pricking in your eyes. âStop playing dumb, for once, will you?â He taunted. âDid you think weâd go our entire lives without ending up with each other? Why do you think Iâve never dated anyone seriously, or you?â He tipped his head to the side.
Your stomach dropped. Is that why all the boys who were interested in you never lasted or never got the chance to properly ask you out?Â
âWe get each other, no one else will. Weâre from good families and youâre the only girl my father will ever approve of,â he gulped. âSo let me ask you again,â he inhaled. âDid you really think weâd never be more than just friends?âÂ
Your heart dropped. âIs that the only reason you want us to be together? Because of money and status?â You asked, voice shaky. âAm I just some silly pawn to get your fatherâs approval?â You felt a tear slip down your cheek but Rafe was quick to wipe it away with his thumb.
âStop asking stupid questions,â he pressed his forehead against yours.Â
You shakingly let out a breath, closing your eyes as more tears slipped. The proximity and his grip had you uneased. You were confused.Â
âItâs always been you, Y/N,â he rubbed his nose against yours.Â
Your breath hitched as you stilled, unsure how to respond. But it seemed like he already knew the answer to his own question. His silence is what caused the sobs to rack through your body.
âHey,â he cooed, stepping back and letting go of you. âDonât cry,â he used his thumbs to gently wipe under your eyes. âCâmere,â he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to cry into his chest.Â
It felt strange to be consoled by the man who brought tears to your eyes, yet, here you were. Still, there was nothing more comforting than Rafe, you thought.
He led you to sit back on the bed, bringing a tissue to wipe your face once you calmed down. âCheer up, okay?â His lips curved into a smile. âItâs still my birthday, we should be celebratingâ.
You nodded. âYouâre right,â you inhaled, hoping this conversation would be left in the past.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he pressed his lips to your temple before he pinched your chin, guiding you to look up at him and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
Your eyes widened and you tried to pull away but the angle you were in made you fear he could break your neck at the grip he had on your chin. Still, as his lips continued to move against yours, you couldnât help but melt at his touch.Â
This feeling was something youâve been curious about for so long. The fire, desire, and passion that was enveloped in the kiss lit you up. It was intense. He loosened his grip on your chin, cradling the back of your neck as you moved your lips against his. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned, but that was the wake-up call you needed.Â
You quickly shoved him away, getting off the bed and creating some distance between the two of you. âYou canât do that!â You pressed your fingers to your lips and you still felt him there.
He stood up, stalking closer to you. With each step, you took one back. âWhat am I gonna have to do to get you to understand that I can?â He reached for you and he was fast, pulling you against him once more.
He was strong, youâll give him credit for that and it was scary how you didnât realize it before.
âRafe,â you exhaled, turning your head away, feeling the intense presence of his stare.
âAm I gonna have to fuck you?â He hummed.Â
Your eyes widened and you struggled to remove yourself from him again.
âI think Iâm gonna have to fuck you to get it into your pretty head,â he chuckled, squeezing you tight so youâd stop moving.Â
âNo,â you shook your head, hands pressing against his biceps. âRafe, please,â you pleaded.
âOh, I love it when you beg,â he smirked. âBut fine,â he loosened his grip on you. âGive me one night,â he proposed. âOne night to show you itâs always meant to be this way, us,â he elaborated.
You dropped your gaze, blanking out as you contemplated. But he took your silence for an answer, dipping his head down to kiss your neck. You gasped, pulling away from him but instead, he pushed you back against the bed.
Crawling further up the bed to get away from him, you didnât miss the way he looked at you like you were some prey he was getting ready to devour. He chuckled as he forced himself between your thighs, his hands slipping underneath your skirt and hooking around your panties.
It felt like such an out-of-body experience, your legs moving as he slid them off them, your thighs pressed against his shoulders as he laid before your cunt.
âWeâd be so good together, sweetheart,â he said, hands kneading the soft flesh of your wonderfully thick thighs. âAnd I can make you feel just as good,â he said before he dipped his head down and licked a long stripe against your folds.
Your back arched at the feeling. You scratched your nails along his buzzed hair, a moan erupting from you as his tongue flicked around your sensitive bud. The feeling of his chuckle against you made you shudder and you felt embarrassed that he was finding your reaction amusing.Â
âJust relax, donât think too much about it,â he stared up at you before he licked another long stripe.Â
You whined, squeezing your thighs around his head in hopes of getting him to stop but it was fruitless. He continued to pleasure you with his mouth, his focus on your clit as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking until you were a moaning mess beneath him.
Your imagination only took you so far when you thought about this. What it would be like when it would happen if it would ever happenâwhich you already decided it wouldnât. But you were wrong about it all. It felt amazing, it was happening on his birthday, and it would happen.
But was it right? Did you want this? Your body was telling you yes but your brain was saying no. Rafe wasnât the man you wanted to end up with, the man you wanted to have children with. But it seems like he made those choices for you and he was proving so with his tongue.
Staring up at the ceiling, you allowed your hands to rest at your sides, your chest heaving with each breath as you felt the pressure between your legs build. As your mind begged for release, it pushed all your confusing thoughts aside, allowing you to fall over the edge.
You gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came down from your high.Â
Rafe licked up your wetness before kissing around your sensitive skin, nipping at your thigh. He pushed the skirt of your dress up, exposing more of your flesh, granting him the desire to kiss every inch as he made his way up your body.
Trying to process what had happened, you felt him unbutton the one button that held your cardigan in place. It took all your strength to swat his hand away.
âRafe,â you tried to push him away but he didnât budge.Â
âWhat is it? Whatâs so wrong about this?â He asked, stopping his movements and holding himself up above you. âAre you going to tell me you never thought about us?â He dipped his head down, whispering against your ear. âIs it me?â He pulled his shirt over his head, a smile appearing on his face. âBecause I see the way you look at me and I donât think itâs me,â he smirked, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest.Â
The way you rubbed your thighs together and trailed your hand down his abs told him what you were thinking. Of course, you found him attractive, he was a Cameron and the Kook Prince, and he was athletic, muscular, and tall.Â
What wasnât there to like?
âItâs definitely not me,â he chuckled.Â
âI canât,â you forced yourself to say.
âWhy not?âÂ
You didnât answer so he kissed you.Â
âYou know how you said you want to repay me for this pretty dress?â He said in between kisses.Â
Your breath hitched in response, knowing when you said that.Â
âGet on your knees,â he ordered.
You glanced up at him before he urged you to slide off the bed to kneel in front of him. You knew itâd just be one night, he did say that after all, so you figured youâd get this one night over.
He stood in front of you, ridding himself of his clothes. He was naked in front of you and you felt your face heat up at the sight of his aching cock.
âOpen,â he directed.
You bit on your lip, hesitantly holding your hands against your chest before you did as you were told and he rested the tip on your tongue, you instinctively wrapped your lips around him, one of your hands reaching up to wrap around the base of his dick.
Glancing up at him, you decided to move, the feel of his length pushing past your lips was interesting. It was strange that he was your best friend but at the same time, you pressed your thighs together for some friction.
You tried to take things slow but he wasnât patient, instead, he pressed a hand to the back of your head, forcing the rest of himself down your throat. You gagged, feeling his balls press against your chin and he chuckled above you.
âYouâre so adorable,â he smirked as he pulled back slightly before he pushed himself in again.
You reacted the same way, this time tears formed in your eyes. Your saliva pooled out of your mouth and you tried to swallow which earned a moan from him. His hands gripped your head, holding you in place as he began to fuck your mouth, the sound of your gagging filling the room mixed with his groans shouldnât be making you wet but it was.
Pressing your hands against his thighs, you tried to push away, hoping to breathe through your mouth but he kept you there.
âJust relax,â he encouraged, moaning when you swallowed again, pressing your tongue against him. âYouâre doing so good,â he groaned.
Digging your nails into his skin, he hissed and with one more thrust, you felt as he came down your throat, your face scrunching as you attempted to swallow it. He finally pulled away, leaving you to gasp for air followed by a fit of coughs. Your hands were pressed against your chest as you heaved.
He grabbed your face with his hand, pressing his lips against yours. The force of his hand on your jaw urged you to stand, his other hand framing the other side of your face as he deepened the kiss. You placed your hands on his arms, feeling weak and he was your only support.
His tongue slipped past your lips and he groaned at your taste. You felt lightheaded but thankfully he sat back on the bed, pulling you into his lap. He moved away from your lips, allowing you to glance up at the ceiling, your hands on his broad shoulders as you caught your breath.
Your eyes closed when he sucked on the skin behind your ear, one of your hands running up the back of his neck, your fingers curling over the soft buzz of his hair.
He undid the button of your cardigan, slipping it off your body and throwing it on the floor somewhere. Then he reached to the side where the zipper sat and undid it as well. He slid the spaghetti straps down your shoulders, pushing the fabric down to release your breasts.
The cold air hit your nipples, causing them to harden. He moaned at the sight, his hands cupping each in one, squeezing them, and rolling your hardened buds between his fingers.
You arched your back, pressing your chest further into his touch. You felt him lean down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking gently. You felt hot to the touch, your nails running along his body wherever you wanted.Â
Shifting in his lap, you felt him poke at you, his tip brushing with your clit and you shivered.
He switched to the other, doing the same and earning another trail of moans from you. He let it go with a pop, kissing back up your neck and along your jaw. âSee how good we are together? Most friends arenât even compatible, but we are,â he breathed against you.Â
You stayed quiet but at this point, he wasnât looking for an answer, this is how it was always supposed to go.
He guided the dress over your head, throwing it somewhere in the room before he moved you to lay on the bed, your head resting against the pillows. You allowed him to pry your legs open, your hands at your sides as you watched him settle between your thighs.
Realizing he didnât have a condom on, you opened your mouth. âIâm not on birth control,â you stopped him.
âItâs okay,â he reassured. âWeâll worry about that tomorrow,â he grinned.
You hesitantly let go before you rested back on the bed, nodding slightly.
He lined himself up at your entrance, his hands on your thighs as he pushed your knees to your chest. Slowly, he pressed himself into you and you scratched down his forearms at the feeling.Â
âShh, relax,â he encouraged.Â
You took a deep breath in, itâd been so long since you had sex, the familiar pressure building between your legs as he pushed further in. Soon, his hips were pressed against yours and you felt his balls resting against you. It was a new feeling, being connected to somebody completely bareâraw.Â
It was odd. But that didnât stop you from clenching around him to urge him to move.
âSee how perfect we fit?â He asked, reeling his hips back before he snapped forward, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure flourished around you.
You whined, tracing your hand around his neck, pulling him down so his forehead was resting against yours.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy,â he inhaled, continuing to fuck you. It was pure bliss, your thighs resting on his hips, spreading wider with each thrust, just like he always wanted. The noise of your wetness was heard in the room, the feel of your walls pulling him back in. It was so pleasurable, that he dropped his head down, running his nose along your neck. âAlways been, always will,â he smiled.Â
âRafe,â you moaned, locking your legs together around his waist, your hands running down his back, your hips beginning to match each of his thrusts.
He loved hearing his name fall from your lips. âDo you see now?â He rested his forearms on either side of your head, framing your beautiful face.Â
You gulped, hands resting on the curve of his back, your eyelids heavy as he fucked you deeply.Â
He chuckled, knowing you were too dazed to answer. âAll the times Iâve called you pretty, hot, they all went over your head, didnât they?â He tipped his head to the side, a hiss escaping him when you squeezed around him. âEven now as Iâm fucking you and your creaming around my cock, it still hasnât stuck, has it?â His eyes shone brightly under his bedroom light, so blue they had you entranced.
Thatâs all you focused on as you came again, throwing your head back, your toes curling and, your nails leaving scratch marks on his back.Â
Your orgasm fueled his, his body stilling against you as he came, releasing into your slick walls. You knew youâd have to worry about it tomorrow, part of you was scared for what was to come, but your body was so relaxed in the pleasure it experienced.
âThis is how it was always meant to be,â he whispered, slowly pulling out of you and watching his release slip out of your cunt. âAnd Iâm gonna fuck you until you understand,â he said and you were half-asleep that you didnât even feel as he pushed it back in. âThanks for the best birthdayâ.
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a/n part 2 to what i wrote the other day!! glad u guys enjoyed the other
summary two weeks later, itâs memorial day and your parents throw a party. they invite all your friends and family but unexpected guest shows up.
pairings brothersbestfriend!mechanic!bucky barnes x collegestudent!reader
warnings smut, fluff, breeding, praise, not proofread, face fucking, choking, jealous!reader,foul language, orgasm denial, arguing, sir kink, rough sex, etc. 18+ MINORS DNI
part 1
pretty girl
you never thought youâd be more uncomfortable around your family, mainly your brother, than you were when bucky barnes walked in.
itâs been 2 weeks since the car debacle and you havenât spoken since. until now, âitâs good to see you y/n.â he says absentmindedly.
you force yourself to not roll your eyes and instead give a small smile, âbucky i never got to thank you for helping my girl out the other night.â your dad says and you almost spit out your lemonade.
âno need to thank me. if y/n calls i come.â he says in the smoothest way possible, you wouldnât suspect anything happened.
more of your family begin to arrive as the day sets in and you couldnât be more happier.
well yeah you could be, if the most beautiful man you ever saw wasnât burning a hole in the back of your head.
you could literally feel his gaze as you talk to your cousins by the man made fire pit.
though you couldnât lie, youâd thought about bucky. a lot more than youâd let on. the feeling of him inside you made you wet just at the thought.
squeezing your legs together, you finally look at bucky and heâs smiling, but not at you.
at your cousin.
jealousy filled you as you took another sip of your drink and set the glass down a bit louder than you intended. ây/n, you good?â your brother ask when the sound of the glass hitting the table; catches his attention.
âiâm fine.â you say in a way so he doesnât ask anymore questions. âjust fine.â
with that, you get up and walk inside; not before sending a look buckys way that your cousin just barely missed.
you hated that he made you feel things. mentally and physically. âwhat have i gotten myself into?â you say as you walk into the kitchen in search of ice.
âme.â a stern voice says from behind you and you donât have to turn around to know who it is. ây/n, are you jealous?â
âover you? no. iâm enthralled.â you begin while filling your cup with ice. a warm body comes up behind you, âlose the attitude.â
âi donât have an attitude, iâm really en-â you begin but his hand snakes up your chest and to your throat, âthat mouth in you is gonna get you in a world of trouble with me, babydoll.â
pleasurable tears brim your eyes as his lips meet you neck. âiâve missed you and i know you missed me.â
âin your dreams.â is all you can mutter out before youâre bent over the counter.
âwhatâd i tell you about that mouth?â he ask, with his grip tightening on your neck. âmaybe i should put it to better use?â
nodding your head quickly, he looks around the kitchen before placing his hand under your dress and finding your uncovered pussy, dripping.
âno panties⌠and youâre already so wet for me.â
âyes sir.â you say and he smiles like an idiot. âoou i like that. so tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty face of yours?â
rubbing your legs together between his hand you nod before a harsh smack is landed on your ass. âwords baby. i want words.â
âyes sir, i want you to fuck my face.â
with that, he releases your throat and pushes you towards the floor. when youâre done undoing his jeans, his dick springs out at you: hard and leaking precum.
âopen up darling.â he groans. as you begin opening your mouth, he plunges his length into your mouth. more tears fill your eyes as he begins thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat everytime.
his dick is so long and wide that only half of it fits in your mouth. ây/n your mouth feels so fucking good. so good.â
his movements get faster and faster. âyouâre such a good slut.â he praises and that makes you even more wet. âiâm getting close darling. donât move.â
he slows his thrust down before removing him from your mouth. looking up at him, your makeup ruined, you pout. âyou were close, whyâd you stop?â
âbecause iâm not coming unless iâm in that tight pussy so get up.â roughly, he pulls you up and bends you over the counter again.
he bends down behind you and you can immediately feel his hot breath on your slit. âdonât move or make a sound. you cum when i tell you too. you wouldnât want everyone outside to hear you getting fucked like a slut.â
âyes si-â but before you can get the rest of yours words out, his mouth is on your clit, sucking and licking on you every which way.
âfuck fuck fuck fuck.â you whisper to yourself as his tongue gets faster. your knuckles are beginning to turn white as you grip the counter.
very soft moans fill the kitchen as bucky continues to eat u like a starved man. âiâm so close.â you moan and bucky slows down.
âhold it darlin.â he says while moving his head which makes his stubble run against clit. âyou taste so good.â
he continues fucking you with his mouth even when you tell him you have to come. âhold it.â is his only reply.
âbuck iâm gon-â you begin but before you finish your sentence he rips his mouth from you. âholy shit darling if you have to come so bad, i wanna hear you beg for it.â
his mouth is back on you before you can reply and you let out a gasp. âcan i please please please come?â
âno.â he hums on your clit. you let out a much louder moan which is rewarded with a slap to your thigh. âdidnt i say donât make a sound?â
âyes sir.â you moan out. âcan i come now please sir, please.â
âhmm, come on my mouth sweet girl.â
with that, you come in his mouth with moans that are quickly hushed by his hand. âsweetheart you taste so fucking good. so good.â he says all while lapping up all the wetness rolling down your thighs.
while coming down from your high you can feel buckys hands on your waist, positioning himself inside of you. âiâm only gonna remind you one more time, donât make a sound and donât move. if you do so, iâm gonna have to bend you over and spank your perfect little ass.â
before you can respond, heâs pushing into you with all his force. you moan into your hand as he begins fucking you so hard every thrust moves you across the counter.
âyouâre so tight darling.â he groans, âbut you feel so fucking good.â his hips snap into your ass repeatedly.
âiâm getting so close buck.â you moan as his hand snakes around the front of your body to rub your clit; adding fuel to the fire.
he pulls you into his chest making him hit a different angle with every thrust, âoh fuck right there.â
âsweetheart i feel you squeezinâ me so well.â he moans slowing does his thrust.
âiâm gonna come bucky.â
âcome for me sweetheart.â he says and you do.
you throw your head back at the feeling of you milking his cock. your moans get louder and louder by the second, causing him to cover your mouth and land a smack to your ass again.
the feeling of the smack makes you tighten around him again. âoh my goodness, youâre so fucking tight. making me come.â he groans as he fills you with his cum.
the warmth you feel inside is like no other as he continues to fuck through his orgasm and your own.
once youâre both down form your high, he slowly removes himself from you and gives one more slap to your ass.
nervousness takes over your features as you guys pull yourselves together. âwhatâs wrong sweetheart?â he ask and you shake your head.
his calm facial expression turns stern quickly, âwhatâs wrong?â
âthis canât happen again. my brother would murder you if he found out and my parents would disown me.â you say.
âsweetheart weâre both adults, so who says we canât do this.â
âi thought it was common knowledge. but whatever, just know this canât happen again.â you say and quickly head back outside. âmake sure not to wait like 10 minutes before going back outside.â
no matter how much you say itâs not gonna happen again, we all know it will.
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FAVORITE PHOTOS â
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pairing: f1 grid x fem!reader (no pronouns specified)
summary: f1 drivers and their favorite photo of you
note: i love this not gonna lie
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CARLOS SAINZ (55) â one with piùón. you and his dog, his favorite living creatures in the world. when he took the pic, it was 4 PM in barcelona, a day after both of you got home from miami. piùón was very excited to see you, never leaving neither of your sides all day, so when it came down to buy some fast food (because he was not expecting to go home before monza), you had to take her. you were eating while holding her, and the biggest smile appeared on his lips. he had to take a picture.
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LEWIS HAMILTON (44) â lewisâ favorite picture came unexpectedly. one night, he woke up at 3 AM because of some noise, you werenât next to him, and if he didnât know you and your sleeping patterns, he would have freaked out, but he knew you, you were looking for water. he steeped out of bed, entering your living room to find a surprise. you werenât looking for water, you were in the floor, painting. you were mesmerizing. that day held a place in his heart.
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CHARLES LECLERC (16) â he is in love with you⌠and with his car. one day, you had the amazing idea to ask him how it felt to drive around with a pista, he instantly thought about you driving it. a week later you were getting into the driver seat, he took a hundred photos that day, his favorite being you before getting in. you were so nervous he remembers kissing it better.
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PIERRE GASLY (10) â you are not a party person, much less a fan of PR events, however, a couple of months ago, you found yourself as pierre's plus one at an alpine event. it was unbearable, which could have been a problem if pierre had been enjoying that night, but he was not, so you decided to leave early. in your hotel room, you threw yourself to the bed and he laughed at your obvious relief. he took a picture, now it's his favorite.
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YUKI TSUNODA (22) â one of you eating something he made. like 100%. even if he had tons of these pictures, his favorite was unique because of the memory. it was the first dish made by him you tried, he was so scared you hated it, but after you had the first bite, you eyes started shining, the world stopped, it was pure bliss. you loved it, he was so relieved and in love.
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MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1) â one with the cats 100%, you both are proud cat parents. it would be a photo of the day sally started giving you kisses for the first time, it melted his heart. you both looked perfect, at some point you picked her up and laid down with her while singing a lullaby, the cat drifting to sleep.
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LANDO NORRIS (4) â you asked him and he proceeded to complain about how dare you ask that knowing he takes at least 35 pictures of you a day, asks if you want him to cry and says youâre making him question his life decisions. finally, he shows you a photo he took of you with his favorite helmet: the one dedicated to you. it wasnât the best pic you had taken that day but, for him, it felt like home.
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ALEX ALBON (23) â while your favorite photo of him is him smiling, his favorite photo of you is the funniest, most embarrassing thing. you love it. he took it on a trip you made to the drugstore in the middle of the night, âenchantedâ by taylor swift started playing and according to you, your âtaylor demonâ was awoken. he was recording the whole thing, you were sure the security guys thought you were drunk-out-of-your-mind.
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GEORGE RUSSELL (63) â george is a simple guy (not really he just repeats that a lot) his favorite photo of you is a very domestic one. one morning he woke up to you reading, he was enchanted by you, he was sure you stayed up all night reading. he found that attractive⌠and concerning, but more attractive, so before you noticed he was awake, he snapped a picture and immediately started kissing you.
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LANCE STROLL (18) â having a drink with lance after media day was one of your favorite things, nevertheless, one night you drank more that you should. you donât remember much, but as far as the videos you both took go, you were knocking on each door of the hotel and drunkenly running away. one of those photos is now his favorite, he doesnât remember taking it, but he wishes he did.
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DANIEL RICCIARDO (3) â daniel has two folders dedicated to you in his gallery: one with the cute, artistic, hot, beautiful, sexy, perfect photos he has taken of you and the other with cursed, embarrassing or silly pictures of you. his favorite is a silly one, itâs the only one he has marked as favorite, he loves looking at it and remembering. which one is it? that 0.5x photo he took with his phone the moment you arrived to your first date.
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MICK SCHUMACHER (47) â he loves sunsets. during a small getaway, you started playing music, dancing, and singing. the sunset had soft tone that complimented you, it was magical and perfect. he knew he would be obsessed with the memory for a while, so he snapped a picture.
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SEBASTIAN VETTEL (5) â easy pick. the happiest day of his life â your weeding, especially that one photo of you with the veil, seconds away from saying âi doâ and accepting to love him for the rest of his days. you were blushing by the way he looked at you and he loves it, he has it printed for his nightstand, as his lock-screen, and it definitely has a spot on his instagram during the whole âmy life through picturesâ agenda.
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Christmas with the Grimes'
(Dilf Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 2,827
Warnings: 18+ drinking, mentions of sex/masturbation, flirting?
Chapter 4: Maybe in yours
Rick sipped at his whiskey, gazing out of the darkened window as you all but devoured your fried rice. Surprising nobody, he looked incredibly sexy in pajamas. Why is that always the case? It could be that it's more intimate. Private? No one expects to be seen in their pajamas. Your pajamas are yours alone, not typically to be shared with veritable strangers, yet here he was. He wore a black undershirt that clung to his hardened torso, long, thin, flannel pajama pants, and less-than-perfect hair, all of which had you hooked. He seemed to be in a trance, deep in thought. His thumb absent-mindedly stroked the ridges of his glass. It was fascinating, the fact that he could stand to bask in silence with you. Typically that sort of thing is reserved for very close friendships, where you donât have to fill every second with yapping. When youâre comfortable with someone, entirely. Either he felt this comfortable, or he simply didnât care about that sort of thing. Both were admirable.
Should you say something? No. Enjoy the silence. Suddenly he turned to you, his deep, somewhat sleepy-sounding voice breaking the spell of silence throughout the kitchen, âSo, gonna tell me why you're awake?â Your eyes went wide and you nearly choked on the bite you had just taken. The question he posed was simple, light, not of great importance in normal terms, and thus did not denote the response you had. But this was not normal fucking terms. He took note of your reaction with a questioning glance. You chewed and swallowed, racking your brain for something to say. You tried to relax your face. Be bold, you reminded yourself. Fuck it. âI could ask you the same thing,â you replied, returning his gaze. He stared at you for a moment, as if weighing his options, before his face melted into a wry smile, âI just made you dinner, which you so rudely skipped earlier. You first.â He knocked back the rest of his whiskey. You were playing a game with each other. Except you didnât know the rules. You tried to seem indifferent, sliding around the rice on your plate, âI had a weird dream. Woke me up.â He nodded with an unconvinced âHm,â sliding his finger around the rim of the glass, âWanna tell me about it?â he questioned. âNo,â you declared bluntly. You cleared your throat, âI just- I donât even remember what it was about.â Me when I lie.
He still seemed unconvinced but nodded his head. You took a bite of rice, âYour turn.â He chuckled dryly, staring out of the window again. He thought for a moment. âI just... I always seem to wake up âround this time. Donât know why exactly. Started-â he stopped himself, â-well, a couple years past. I gave up tryinâ tâgo back to sleep a long time ago,â He tilted his glass, reflecting the moonlight, âBut havinâ a drink helps most nights.â This was the most words he had ever said to you, and you hung on every single one of them. You didnât say anything. It didnât take a rocket scientist to understand the implication he tried to play off. What were you supposed to say? The man canât sleep at night because of his dead wife, were you supposed to crack a joke? He turned to you, âNot what you were hopinâ for?â he smiled. You let out a nervous exhale/laugh, âI donât know what I was expecting. Maybe fighting crime?â
He chuckled and stood up with his glass. You felt a bolt of panic run through your body. Please donât go. âIâm not Batman,â he said, walking over to the bar cart. He gave himself another splash of whiskey, then turned back to you with his hand on his hip, waiting for a rebuttal. The game continues. âMaybe in your dreams,â you teased.
âMaybe in yours."
He took another sip of whiskey as if he didnât just make your heart stop in your chest. If this was a game, he seemed to be winning. There was no comeback to that. âYouâre really not gonna tell me?â he said, ambling back over to the kitchen island. He leaned over it, propped up on his elbows across from you, and made inescapable eye contact. With the way he was leaning, his biceps were flexed hypnotically. You felt a nervous blush begin to grace your cheeks, still not responding. SAY SOMETHING! Your mind was blank. âIt mustâve been a scary dream to wake you up,â he prodded. It was beginning to feel like an interrogation, but why was he pushing? What was the goal? Did he know something? You were being sort of sketchy about it, but with good reason. âI wasnât scared,â you mumbled, âWhen I woke up, I mean.â
âNo?â he nodded his head in thought, âInteresting.â
âNot really.â
âI like to think so.â
âWhy do you care?â
âBecause dreams can tell âya a lot about a person.â
âAnd why do you want to know who I am as a person?â
He paused momentarily, thinking. You had been face to face, throwing your words back and forth between you both. You liked it. You were learning the rules of the game. He mulled over what to say and you wondered if he has the same conversations in his head as you do. Is he thinking be bold?
âBecause you're my daughter's roommate. Itâd be a comfort to know youâre not a serial killer.â
Guess not. You didnât break eye contact.
âWell rest assured my dream was far from anything like that.â
âHa! So you do remember!â He exclaimed, pushing away from the counter, leaving his whiskey. Fuck. You let your face drop into your hands, in frustration. âThis isnât fair,â you complain, âyour job is interrogating people.â He chuckled, pleased with himself, âPart of it, yes.â He leaned against the counter behind him, his hands gripping the lip. The tinny stove light which he had flicked on while cooking, highlighted his features. You could see the veins in his hands, the definition of his forearms, and the smug grin on his stupid sexy handsome dumb face. You had to do something. You wanted to keep playing. You reached out and slid his half-empty glass of whiskey towards you. He didnât move, the look on his face still the same, âThatâs not yours.â You looked up at him slyly as you silenced every part of your brain with any sense. You brought your middle finger to your mouth, and gently wet the tip of it with your tongue. You didnât break eye contact as Rick studied every move you made.
You brought your finger down to the glass and began circling the rim. Before long a reverberating humming sound filled the room. He observed you for a moment before slowly coming back over, leaning across the counter towards you. You stop and look up at him through your lashes, âCan I have some?â Without missing a beat he responds, âWill you tell me what your dream was about?â You scoffed, âNo.â He smiled, and took the glass back, âThen no.â You sighed, unsatisfied. He took another sip, a twinkle in his eye. You were struck with a mental image of a lion, playing with its food. You were his to play with, and he knew it. He liked this too. A few consecutive moments of silent tension passed, and neither of you broke eye contact. Without warning, he straightened up, âYou should be gettinâ back to bed now.â Your heart sank in your chest. What happened? Did you do something wrong? It was past 3 am now, and he was probably right⌠but he would have to drag you out kicking and screaming to get you to leave him. âIâm not tired, I just slept like 8 hours. Iâm ready to start the day,â you joked. He chuckled as he finished his whiskey, âYou do that. Iâm callinâ it a night.â He placed his empty glass in the sink definitively. There didnât seem to be anything you could do to stop him. You tried to hide the crestfallen expression written all over your face. He walked over and grabbed your empty plate from behind, and in the same breath, his left hand came down to rest upon your shoulder. You felt the heat of his hand, the pad of his thumb stroking your bare skin imperceptibly. He leaned down just slightly towards your ear, âSweet dreams, honey.â His hand gave your shoulder a small squeeze and before you knew it he had put the plate in the sink and was gone. You sat there, mouth agape, for an embarrassing amount of time, until you could hear his bedroom door close upstairs.
Fuck.
You returned to your bedroom in a daze, your mind blank. Passing by his door you had a fleeting thought. You imagined what he would do if you just walked right in. Joined him in bed. You wondered if he would even be surprised. You could picture the look on his face with the utmost clarity. For the first time, not every single part of you dismissed the idea as nonsense. You put on your pajamas and get into your own bed. You stared at your ceiling, willing yourself to fall back asleep, to no avail. You werenât tired. Your mind and body were in a frenzy of activity. You thought of his arms, propped on the counter. His finger, delicately tracing the details in his whiskey glass. The look in his eyes as you played your game of verbal chess. His hand, unbearably caressing your shoulder. It was all too much. You turned over, trying to shake it off, coming to face his blanket. You breathed in his scent, and as your hand traveled down your body, you decided there were other ways to tire yourself out.
âGood morning!â All of the air was squeezed out of your lungs at the sudden weight on top of you. Half asleep, you tried to push off Judith who had jumped on and was now crushing you. âOffâ you gasped. She rolled over, smiling playfully. âI already let you miss dinner, youâre not missing breakfast too,â she declared, shaking you. âIâm awake!â you exclaimed, shoving her away from you. She laughed, âWell you should be. You slept like 12 hours.â You grunted in response, rubbing your eyes. The clock read 8:13 AM. You groggily followed Judith downstairs through the kitchen. It felt like an entirely different world compared to last night. You were led to the quaint dining room right off the kitchen, where Carl sat eating cereal. Rick sat at the head of the table, his face obscured in the newspaper. âGâmorning y/n!â Carl exclaimed. Rick flicked a corner of the newspaper down, his eyes skimming over you, âHowâd ya sleep?â He knew what he was doing. âBetter,â you replied, returning his knowing look. Judith plopped herself down across from Carl, leaving the other end of the table open for you. You settled in, directly across from Rick, who lowered the newspaper towards the table. âHelp yourself to whatever you like, y/n,â he said, still reading. There were a few different boxes of cereal, some deep brown pancakes, eggs, bacon which verged on burnt, fruit, and orange juice. Your fried rice had not stuck with you, so you helped yourself to everything. Knowing that Rick cooked it, burnt food had never tasted so good. Judith, who had clearly gotten used to Rick's cooking, was busy polishing off two pancakes drenched in butter and syrup.
âSo, what are you girls getting up to today?â Rick questioned, sipping his coffee. Judith chewed thoughtfully, âMm, well, I think Iâll drive y/n around town, show her KCHS. Maybe weâll go ice skating too, itâs âsposed to be colder today.â Rick nodded, âTomorrow yaâ have to take Carl with you. Think up what you guys can do.â Judith groaned in protest, slumping in her chair. âI donât want to babysit, Dadâ she complained. Rick had a look on his face like heâd heard this a thousand times, âItâs not babysitting if itâs your brother. Heâs going over to Sophiaâs today for her birthday, but tomorrow youâre watchinâ him. Drag him shopping with you.â Both Carl and Judith groaned. âI need to do some Christmas shopping still. Iâd hate to go to the toy store aloneâŚâ you offered. Carl brightened up then, as did Rick who gave you an approving look. âYou should get your sister a gift for putting up with âya. Maybe y/n too,â Rick said, standing and ruffling Carl's hair. It was only then that you noticed he was in uniform, his shirt unbuttoned showing his white tee beneath it. For some reason, you had been blind to the fact that, obviously, he still had to work. You felt a wave of disappointment overtake you, realizing you wouldnât see him again until that evening. At least you would be distracted for a while. Rick began buttoning up his shirt. He bent down and kissed Judith on the head, âBe good, girls. Drop Carl off at Carol's around 10:30, okay?â Judith nodded, cutting another bite of pancakes. He smiled and winked at you, âHave a good day,â and exited.
He smiled. And winked.
...Which could mean nothing.Â
After dropping off Carl, Judith showed you around town. King County was completely decked out for the holiday season, which helped to brighten your spirits. It was like a Hallmark movie. She showed you her high school, her old softball field, her favorite coffee shop where you had the best hot chocolate of your life, and finally the ice skating rink. You were interested in it all, of course, but you couldnât keep your mind from continually trespassing into forbidden territory. You counted down the seconds until youâd see him again. Two of Judith's friends from home met you both at the rink, providing further distraction. You tried your best. The four of you sat, lacing up your skates as they reminisced. You found yourself zoning out, giving up trying to tie your laces. âDo you need help?â You looked up. Judithâs friend, stood before you, a smile on his face, his skates impeccably laced. He had introduced himself earlier but you couldnât quite remember his name. David? Daniel? He was still waiting for a reply. âOh! Uh yes, thanks. I never do these right,â you say. He chuckles and kneels down in front of you, âItâs okay, I used to be the same way before I started hockey.â You didnât say anything. You didnât really care, to be honest. It felt like no one mattered but Rick. He laced up your skates in silence and stood with a satisfied smile, extending his hand to you. It took you a moment to register before you took his hand and shakily stood. David/Daniel offered his arm to help you walk over to the rink, âUh Iâm okay. Thanks,â you said, smiling half-heartedly. He nodded and walked over to Judith and her friend (Marsha! You remembered triumphantly), and you followed wobbling behind.
The four of you made your way to the ice rink, which was surprisingly full for a weekday. David/Daniel and Marsha entered the rink before a group passed the entrance. As you and Judith waited to enter, she turned to you, her eyes alight, âDude. He totally likes you!â she exclaimed. You furrowed your brows, âWho?â She rolled her eyes, âDaniel! He had total heart eyes the second he saw you!â she deepened her voice, mocking Daniel, âOh my god, like, do you need help? Ha ha I play hockey, wanna get married?â You knew you were supposed to find this funny, so you laughed, brushing it off, âOh my god, no. He was just being nice, he doesnât even know me.â Judith wiggled her eyebrows at you playfully and shrugged before entering the rink, with surprising agility. They all seemed to be able to skate very well, and you didnât have the heart to tell them you had actually never been ice skating before. It was colder today, and your breath floated away in white puffs. You didnât want Daniel to like you. It was fucked up, but you were developing a distaste for normalcy. He was your age, he was nice and fairly attractive. But it didnât matter. You didnât want him. You wanted nobody but Rick. Something had changed within you, the fire had been stoked to an inferno and you couldnât turn away. You will play Rickâs game, your rules or his, and you will win. You set your brow, feeling righteous and determined, and entered the ice.Â
You made it about 2.5 seconds before what appeared to be an 8-year-old whizzed past you, causing you to lose your balance and eat shit.
Or ice, rather.
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notes: sorry for the long wait but here it is! I'm already almost done with the next chapter so that will also be out in the next few days. Enjoy!
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SFW Gaz Ramblings - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI
(CW: Therapy Dog Hybrid! Reader | ow ow ow my fuckin' arms đ) [Masterlist]
You whine as Kyle strokes his thumb over the length of your forearm. The movement is a little too quick, just a fraction too abrasive for your newly sensitive flesh. That familiar searing pain thrums back to life in mere seconds. Heat radiates off you with every pulse of it.
He sighs, setting your arm back down gently in your lap to instead inspect the other.
"You didn't wear sunscreen?" he asks.
You want to lie because you know how utterly avoidable of a mistake this was, but it's not like the truth isn't written all over you. You'd only make a bigger fool out of yourself at this point.
"Didn't think we'd be outside that long," you murmur, avoiding his gaze as your ears pin back somewhat.
Opposed to the chastising tone you expect to receive, he only tuts.
"Gonna have to have a word with those recruits, huh, sweetheart?"
Disapproval laces the question, but much to your surprise, it isn't actually directed at you. This sparks a bit of inquisitiveness within you, those folded ears perking up again. You tilt your head at him, curious.
"What?"
He looks up to meet your gaze now and seems almost amused at your apparent befuddlement, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a cheeky smile.
"Well, they're the ones that took our therapy dog for too long of a walk, aren't they?" he says. "Bet they forgot to put any on themselves."
"But I wanted to go," you interject, leaning forward and nearly sliding off the counter he has you sat on when he steps away to get in the fridge.
You watch him rummage around in it, digging through until he emerges with what smells to you like aloe vera gel. He returns then, already unscrewing the cap on the way over.
"I know," he replies, "but they knew how long that walk was going to be. You didn't. They should've known better than to go without sunscreen on any of you."
Your brow knits as you consider his words, ears pinning back once more.
"Guess so."
Kyle hums, content with your supposed agreement.
"Let me see your arms, love."
You comply, raising both. Another hum sounds from him, this one praising.
"So good," he murmurs. "Just hold still while I apply this, yeah? You'll feel better in no time."
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Little something I wrote back on the first of this month while I was dealing with the most egregious fuckin' sunburn on my arms.
Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts recently! Been busy with work and other life things. My drafts are full up of stuff I've been working on (three larger fics and a number of one-shots + requests), so I really wanted to get something out for y'all. I do have a decent bit of free time this week, and I'm hoping to get back into the swing of writing. There will be more of Therapy Dog Hybrid! Reader in the form of little one-shots over time, but other stuff I've been meaning to get posted will come first.
As always, thank you for your patience! Y'all are delightful. Means a lot to know you enjoy my work. <3
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â¨Enchant Me Chapter 2: The First Dateâ¨
Series Masterlist
A/N: I love writing this series so much and canât get over how cute these two are 𼚠I canât wait to hear your thoughts on this one and hope you enjoy!!
Chapter Summary: You and Joel go on your first date đ
Pairing: Joel x witchy fem! reader
Word Count: 9k
Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)
Chapter Tags: Mutual pining, flirting, first date, Joel buys reader a flower, Joel visits readerâs tea shop, star gazing, first kiss, falling in love, so much fluff, chapter is in both Joel and readerâs POV
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Joel canât seem to keep his mind focused the next day at work. He only thinks of you, your hypnotizing eyes, your beautiful smile, your sweet, delicate soul. Itâs all he sees, all he hears as your infectious laugh floats dreamily through his mind. Itâs you. You, you, you.
He needs to see you again, needs to hear your melodic voice as you talk endlessly about your love of roses and teas. He canât stop smiling, canât stay still as he paces back and forth restlessly inside his wooden shop. Tommy doesnât take long to catch on as he knows somethingâs up.
âJoel, you alright there? Youâve been pacing back and forth this entire morninâ. And your face, are you actually smilinâ?â he laughs as he leans up against the register and slicks his long, greasy styled hair back.
âEverythingâs good, Tommy. Just peachy,â Joel calls from across the store as he comes up to the worn register, meddling mindlessly with a stack of colorful pens in a glass cup that sits next to the computer screen.
âItâs her, ainât it?â he smirks.
âWho?â Joel asks like he has no earthly idea what Tommy is rambling about, but he sure as hell knows who heâs talking about. Heâs talking about his enchantress.
âYou know damn well who Iâm talkinâ âbout, Miller,â he smirks with a raised eyebrow as he points his index finger at Joel. A sure sign that he caught him in a lie. âThe girl you delivered that table to. I told ya, didnât I? Sheâs a beauty that one.â
Joel runs a hand through his unruly curls and stares at the linoleum floor, eyes slowly reaching up to meet Tommyâs view. He sighs, knowing lying wonât do him any good. âYeah, itâs her. She really is somethinâ unique. Sheâs gorgeous,â Joel gushes as a small smile curls against the edges of his lips, his cheeks turning slightly red as he imagines your soft smile, your gentle touch, your eccentric beauty, your everything.
âOh, man. Youâve got it bad, brother. Look at you blushinâ and smilinâ just thinkinâ âbout her,â he teases as he hits Joel playfully in the arm. âYou gonna see her again?â he asks with his eyebrows knitting together, eyes hounding Joel for more information.
Joel doesnât even take a second to contemplate his answer, he just lays it out flat. âYes.â Thereâs no question about it. âYou know she has a tea shop just a few minutes up the street?â
âNo, I didnât. That seems to suit her perfectly though. You should stop by at lunch today. Go see her,â he encourages Joel.
Joel contemplates his options carefully. Would you want to see him? Is it too soon? No, definitely not too soon. He paces back and forth for a minute, flexing his fingers together as nerves pull in his stomach. When he stops at the counter again, he makes a decision.
âYou know what, Tommy? I think I will,â he decides.
Tommy comes around the register and gives Joel a strong pat on the back. âProud of you, brother. Go get her,â he smirks.
Right as the clock hits noon, Joel practically runs out the door as he unlocks his truck and starts the engine up. The truck roars to life as he drives it carefully out of the empty parking lot and into the busy streets of Austin.
The day is sunny and warm, the wind barely blowing as its howls echo through the dry air. He stops at a red light and taps his fingers against the leather steering wheel, eager to get to the tea shop, to you.
In just a few short minutes, heâs pulling up to the parking lot of his destination. The place heâll find you, his enchantress.
As he gets out of the truck and closes the door, he takes in the dainty sign that reads Starlightâs Corner. The sign is a light shade of purple, a little crescent moon in the corner of the S as it sits neatly above the storefront.
When he walks in, chimes carry softly through the lit up store as he passes through. A golden moon star crystal suncatcher hangs right next to the glass door, carrying sparkling beams of light that make little shadows appear against the cream colored walls.
âBe right out!â you call from the back of the store as you hear the wispy wind chimes call your name. âJust finishing up this batch of tea. Iâll be right with you!â
Just the sound of your voice makes his skin crawl with goosebumps. He loves the sound of it, a sweet heavenly sound he could listen to all day long. Itâs so very dreamy, misty.
He walks around the quaint little store, taking in the whimsical surroundings that fill your space. Tall white shelves line each corner as decorative tea cups and kettles sit displayed in neat rows. Pictures of green forests, colorful butterflies, and different phases of moons paint the walls in a sea of vibrant colors. Bags of all kinds of herbal teas sit out amongst the front of the butcher block counter.
Joel traces his fingers over a row of books that are all about the history of tea and then his eyes slide along the back counter where different containers of brewed tea sit out for customers to buy. The air smells like home baked goods and cinnamon as a plate of sugar cookies and blueberry scones sit wafting inside a closed up container by the register.
He takes another walk around the little shop and smiles to himself as he trails his finger along a dark display case of sparkling crystals that seem to glisten in his eyes. The vibrant orchid flowers spilling over the edges as he remembers you telling him about these kinds of flowers yesterday. He shakes his head, chuckling quietly at how much you probably love this little shop. This place is so unique, special. Itâs so very⌠you.
âHi, there. What can IâŚâ your voice trails off as soon as you see him. Joel.
Joel turns around and faces you, his breath catching as soon as he sees your face. Today youâre in a light pink sundress, the skirt just barely grazing the bottom of your creamy thighs. The strapless v-shape of the dress dipping as it hugs your soft curves perfectly. Your hair is down today, silky locks ending in soft curls as they kiss your shoulders.
Your lips are berry stained red, glittery eyeshadow raining down as the glitter seems to bring out the vibrant colors of your eyes even more. And then that soft smile pulls at your lips when you realize itâs him. He thinks heâs about to fall to his knees, thinks youâre absolutely stunning, a vision only the gods should be worthy of.
Joel thinks youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. The prettiest enchantress heâs ever laid eyes on. Enchant me. The words echo through his head on repeat like a broken record. He would be so lucky if you were his. So very lucky. He just had to have you.
Please, be mine. Be mine.
âOh, Joel,â you say with a lilt to your soft tone. âHi.â You give him a dreamy smile and bat your long eyelashes at him. It nearly takes him out.
âHi, sweetheart,â he drawls out, a sideways smile appearing lazily over his mouth. You canât seem to take your eyes off him.
âDidnât expect to see you here. What are you doing here?â you ask as you stand behind the counter smiling up at him.
He clears his throat and rolls the sleeves of his green button-up flannel up, walking over toward you as he places his hands on the edge of the counter. âThought Iâd drop by on my lunch break to see your shop. I was cravinâ some of that delicious sweet tea you made yesterday, was hopinâ youâd have some brewed up when I got here,â he smiles, making tingles run clear down your spine.
âOh, you liked my tea so much you just had to stop by today?â you flirt, your eyes beaming into his as he stands right across the counter from you, so close but not close enough.
âThatâs right, darlinâ. Couldnât stay away from that pretty face of yours,â he blushes as he runs a hand straight through his curls, feeling the back of his neck burn with heat.
He never flirted like this before with anyone. Not until he met you.
âOh,â you giggle, feeling your cheeks turn pink. âWhatâs your favorite kind of tea? I have plenty of flavors,â you say as you move your arm to the back counter and trail your fingers over each container. âI have anything from chai tea to green tea to black tea to sweet tea and so much more.â
Joel watches you move along the back counter as your dress swishes around you fluidly. He thinks you look like you belong in a painting, a masterpiece at best with the way your hair falls over your shoulders and your sun kissed skin from the garden seems to glow in the haze of the store lights.
âI usually just get sweet tea, but Iâd take anything, darlinâ. Give me whatever you think Iâd like best,â he says easily.
You purse your lips and let your eyes fall over his tanned arms and soft brown eyes, his thick fingers sprawled over the edge of the counter as you have to fight yourself to not reach your hand out to his. You quickly assess him, taking your best guess.
âHmmm,â you hum. âDo you like peach flavored drinks?â
âYes, maâam.â
âPerfect. I think youâll like this one then,â you answer as you grab a compostable cup and fill it with your specially made herbal peach tea that you put a little extra love and care into making today. You turn and hand Joel the cup as his fingers graze along yours, making your fingertips tingle with fiery sensations.
You watch him tilt his head back as his curls fall into a tousled heap. You watch the orange liquid slowly disappear as he gulps it down, leaving half the cup empty. He wipes his mouth clean and sighs as he looks back up at you, his caramel eyes beaming into yours. âSweetheart, I donât know how you do it, but your tea is the best thing Iâve ever tasted. Youâve got a gift.â
You bat your eyelashes at him and shake your head nonchalantly. âYouâre too kind, Joel. Here, let me pour you some more.â You grab his cup and fill it back to the rim, carefully handing it over to him as he takes it with a thank you leaving his mouth.
âHere,â he says as he digs in his wallet and takes out a five dollar bill, placing his closed fist on the counter as he tries to give you money.
âOh, no, Joel. You donât owe me anything,â you say as you try to wave him off.
âGotta pay for it, darlinâ. Here, take it,â he insists as he pushes his hand further over the smooth wooden counter.
âNo, really. Joel, donât. I donât want your money,â you say, refusing the green bill as you place your hand gently over his, pushing it back toward him.
He feels your smooth hand slide over his as your soft skin mixes into the roughness of his. He swears his heart skips a beat as you hold your hand over his. Heâs unwilling to move, unwilling to do anything except stare into your breathtaking eyes.
âYou sure, sweetheart?â he asks with knit eyebrows as he leans into your gentle touch.
âPositive. Consider it my special discount,â you wink playfully. âYou can come get tea whenever you like, Joel. I donât want your money though.â
âNo? What do you want then?â he asks as he leans against the counter, your hand still clasped over his tightly as you lean closer to him.
âJust your company is enough for me,â you say quietly.
You feel the room suddenly go still as youâre so very close to him now. So close that just an inch more and youâd be grazing your lips against his. You can almost taste his flavor, peach tea collecting on his lips as you see the sheen liquid cover his bottom lip. He looks so inviting, so very tempting. And youâd really like for him to break the distance and kiss you now.
Kiss me. Please, kiss me.
Suddenly the moment is broken as you hear the door chime loudly as a customer walks in. You pull your hand away from Joelâs and watch him take a few steps back, fingers dragging through his salt and pepper scruff as he takes a breath and moves out of the way of the front of the counter.
âHi, welcome in,â you smile, feeling your cheeks burn red from the interrupted moment between you and Joel. You wish it wouldnât have been interrupted. Would he have kissed you? It seemed like he kind of wanted to.
You look up and see who it is, noticing one of your favorite customers as he walks in with a button-up yellow Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. âOh, Tony! Nice to see you,â you shout as he comes over to give you a quick hug hello.
âThereâs my favorite tea maker! Mary said to tell you hello. Sheâs out sick today with a bad cold, so I thought Iâd grab her some of her favorite tea,â he announces as he pushes the wide rimmed gold glasses up to his nose, his grey hair fluffing up from the wind.
âOh no, poor thing. Tell her Iâm thinking of her. Here, take a scone for her. I know she loves them.â
Joel watches the interactions between the older man and you, observing the way you carefully package up a blueberry scone and get a gallon of green tea prepared. He trails his hand along one of the glass displays with intricate tea sets inside and watches the way you smile carefree as you cash the man out and talk fondly of your garden.
âYou will have to drop by sometime to help Mary with her sunflowers. The poor things dried up immediately last spring when she planted them. I know sheâd love your company,â Tony says as he takes the white sack of scones and grips the gallon of green tea in his other hand steadily.
âIâd love to! Anytime she wants me to come help her in the garden, just give me a call. Iâd be more than happy to help. They probably just needed a little more shade and water. A little love goes a long way,â you smile.
Joel stares at you, watching the way your infectious smile seems to light up the room as you talk of sunflowers and gardening. He thinks youâre so soft, so gentle the way you care for others. And youâre so sweet. Sweeter than the peach tea Joel just drank down. The tea that you gave him.
Soft. Thatâs exactly what you are, and Joel canât help but to fall harder for you in that moment. His little enchantress. You enchanted him.
When the customer walks out the door and the wind chimes stop singing, Joel moves back up to the counter and places his cup full of peach tea down on the smooth surface. He pushes a curl out of his face and starts the conversation up again.
âThanks for the tea again, sweetheart. You didnât have to give it to me for free,â he chuckles as he embeds his fingers into the edge of the wood.
âJoel,â you give him a knowing look, âyou heard me. Please, just take the tea,â you laugh, crossing your arms over your smooth dress as you smile over at the man with pretty brown eyes.
âFine. But I owe you,â he states adamantly as a brow lifts in place.
âWhat do you possibly owe me?â you laugh, letting it echo across the doorway.
âA date.â
Your lips fall open as you suck in a breath. A date. He wants to take you on a date.
âA date?â you ask nervously, hands now fidgeting with your crystal necklace as you try to not bite your lip as nerves flood your insides.
âA date,â he nods, confirming the words. âWhat about tonight? You doinâ anything tonight?â he asks as his big chocolate eyes look at you with hope pulling in those lavish eyes.
âI was just planning on making some spaghetti tonight, but Iâd love it if you came for dinner? Will you come for dinner?â you ask with hope running through your veins.
Please, come for dinner. Let me show you my world.
âDarlinâ, Iâd love nothing more,â Joel smiles, brown eyes clashing into yours. Youâd never been so excited to cook dinner for someone. âBut Iâm not lettinâ you cook alone. Iâm helpinâ. Just tell me what to bring and Iâll bring it.â
âHow about you bring some French bread? Thatâll do. I have all the other ingredients I need at the house,â you say with your fingers knotting into the skirt of your dress.
Heâs coming for dinner.
âAlright, French bread it is,â he nods. âHowâs 6:30pm sound to you?â
âPerfect,â you beam.
âPerfect,â Joel echoes back.
Joel looks at the time on his black military watch and huffs out a breath. âWell, I gotta get back to work. Got a customer coming in a few minutes to pick somethinâ up,â he sighs as he picks up his cup of peach tea and taps his fingers against the counter. âThank you for the tea, sweetheart. Nothinâ tastes as sweet as your tea,â he says sweetly as his eyes flick down to yours.
âYouâre welcome, Joel. Iâll be sure to make you some more,â you smile.
His eyes trail over your soft hands then back into your glowing eyes, eyes he wants to wade in forever. He gives you one more smile then starts to head for the glass door, eyes roaming over the room until he gets to the doorway and looks back your way.
âSee you tonight, little enchantress.â He winks your way and then disappears out the door, dragging your heartstrings along with him as he leaves your heart beating wildly for him.
You lean against the counter and rest your chin in the palm of your hand, sighing as you watch Joel pull out into the busy street and disappearing down the road. You canât wait to see him tonight.
Youâre having a date with Joel Miller. This was the most exciting day of your life.
You open the purple shutters and crack the windows, letting the burning sage flood out into the crisp evening air as you light lavender candles in the space of the dim lit living room. Soft music plays through the air as the smell of blueberry muffins cooking in the oven waft through the lit up kitchen. As you pass Oliver in the long hallway, you bend down and scratch behind his orange ears before you pad off to your bedroom.
The scent of vanilla lingers through the room as the blown out candles still drift softly through the air. You turn the overhead light on and stand in front of your mirror, smoothing out your pink sundress and slipping the bristles of the sparkly pink brush through your soft locks of hair.
You touch up your makeup and paint some glossy red lip gloss over your lips, puckering them together before taking one last look at yourself. You straighten the crystal amethyst necklace on your neck and spritz a dash of lavender perfume on before you spin in a circle and decide youâre ready. Joel will be here any minute.
You turn off the lights and leave the room as the timer on the oven goes off, signaling the muffins are finished baking. You shove some scarlet oven mitts on and take the muffins out, setting them on top of the stove to let them cool off. Theyâre fresh, fluffy, and smell delicious. You just hope Joel would love them. Maybe heâd want to take some home with him.
Just as you start to boil some water and set the various ingredients out for the spaghetti, you hear the rumble of his truck and see his bright headlights shine through the window. Heâs here. You see the truck lights go off and hear the squeak of his leather boots against the front porch, and then heâs knocking on your front door.
Your heart starts beating incredibly fast as you pad over to the door and open it quickly, almost letting out a gasp at how good he looks. His tousled curls are slicked back with gel holding them in place, his flannel forgotten as he wears a denim button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone, exposing his large neck as tanned skin peeks through. Dark washed jeans cling to his strong legs, and you canât help but stare at what he holds in his hand. A single red rose.
He brought you a rose.
âHey there, sweetheart. Donât you look pretty,â he gushes as he holds out the blood red rose for you, his smile lingering on his handsome face as his deep brown eyes stare back at you endearingly. You reach your hand out and take it, letting your fingers brush over his as a chill runs through your insides.
âYou got me a rose?â you ask quietly, completely melting at the fact that he even thought to get you one.
âI did. I saw it in the store when I was picking up some French bread, and it just got me thinkinâ of you.â He blushes shyly and brushes past your shoulder while you close the door behind him, watching him set the bread down on the little oak table in the corner.
It got me thinkinâ of you. Joelâs so charming, so sweet.
âThank you. That was really sweet,â you smile dizzily as you inhale the sweet scent and set it down on your glass coffee table.
âIt was nothinâ. Consider it a small token of my appreciation for the tea today,â he replies, eyes finding yours as he walks into the kitchen. âBlueberry muffins? Now how did you know those were my favorite, darlinâ?â he grins as his eyes roam over the fresh muffins and then back up to you.
âI was hoping youâd like them. Go on and try one. I just took them out of the oven a few minutes ago,â you say as you walk to the edge of the counter, your hands sliding over the smooth surface as you watch him pick one up and take a bite.
You watch him swallow the first bite and itâs like his eyes light up as they go wide, turning slowly toward you as he parts his plush lips. âThese are the best muffins Iâve ever tasted! Holy shit. What all did you put in these?â he asks as he takes another large bite until itâs completely gone.
âOh, you know. Just my love and care,â you giggle as you let the flirtation flit through the air.
He just shakes his head as you hear him chuckle, the sound reverberating through your soul. âWell, sweetheart, theyâre incredible.â
âIâd make you some anytime you wanted,â you say quickly without even thinking. He just smiles and nods, the edge of his lips curling up to expose a dreamy smile.
Heâs so handsome.
âMight take you up on that,â he laughs.
âSo, dinner?â you ask as you wind around to the stove and start to pour the noodles into the boiling water. âIf you want to open the can of marinara sauce for me, Iâd really appreciate it. Need a big, strong man to twist the lid off for me,â you flirt, giggling to yourself as you internally kick your feet in the air.
âThat so, darlinâ?â he laughs as he grabs the can and twists the lid off with almost no effort. Itâs too easy for him.
You shake your head and smile to yourself. âMade it look too easy.â
âNah. Was a piece of cake,â he shrugs. âMaybe you just need a man around here more often. You know, to help ya out if you need help fixinâ something or something breaks or just need a pair of hands to help you in the garden.â
âOh, really? Think I know anyone that would want to do that?â you ask, smiling as you finish mixing the noodles in, letting them simmer over the boiling water.
âI donât know, darlinâ. Might just ask whoever you gave that purple rose to,â he smirks.
Heâs flirting and heâs funny and heâs so charming. You like him so much already.
âMaybe I will,â you say shyly back, the smile staying on your face as you spend the next half hour preparing dinner with Joel.
The two of you pass each other by, sliding against the back of the counter as your hands gently brush one anotherâs, your hip bumping up against his as small apologies and infectious smiles fill the little kitchen space. His eyes never quite leave your face as he chops some tomatoes, his sappy brown eyes flicking up to yours every few seconds. And you canât stop laughing, canât stop smiling as he tells you silly little jokes and sends sweet compliments your way.
You think you like this. Having someone to cook with, to laugh with, to have fun with. Youâve barely scratched the surface with Joel, and itâs like itâs as clear as day. You two would be the perfect match. He compliments you so very well, and youâve already decided you wouldnât mind if heâd just come back again and again and again.
When dinner is finally served, Joel sits next to you at the wooden oak table and brushes his knee against yours as you take a bite of the marinated spaghetti. Itâs delicious, the spice really bringing out the rich flavors of all the ingredients. You see Joel take his first bite, watching him closely as his eyes get wider the second he lets the noodles slide down his throat. You let out a giggle as your knee lightly knocks against his.
âSweetheart, Iâve gotta say everything you touch is magic. Your tea, your muffins, your spaghetti. Everything,â he drawls proudly as he takes a sip of the hibiscus tea you made just for him.
âYou helped me cook dinner,â you reply with one eyebrow arched up as you spin your fork around the thin noodles.
âYeah, but still. Your creations in the kitchen are to die for,â he smiles as he takes another big bite. The red sauce spills down his chin and without thinking you reach your thumb out and wipe it off, placing your finger in your mouth as you lick it clean. He puts his fork down and just looks at you, eyes fixed intently on your lips as you feel warmth flood your cheeks.
âSorry,â you inadvertently apologize, pushing your hand under the table as you latch on to the hem of your dress. Why did you do that?
âSâalright. Nothinâ to apologize for, sweetheart.â
Thereâs a heaviness in the air. Something like thick tension and slight fog that wraps around your head. He scoots his leg over and it gently brushes over yours as you feel tingles slide along your entire leg, feeling your nerves fire off as you quickly break the tension.
âRightâŚâ you trail off, eyes going back to the plate of spaghetti. Just before you twirl more noodles on your fork, Joel reaches out and drags a thick finger over your shiny crystal hanging from your neck, making you gasp at the contact.
âSâpretty. What kind of crystal is it?â he asks curiously as his thumb drags along the smooth edges of the crystal.
âItâs amethyst. One of my favorite kinds of crystals,â you fawn as your eyes stare into those deep pits of honey warmth. Swooning as his fingers continue to graze the necklace. His eyes flick up to yours as a smile tugs up the corners of his mouth.
âI guess I shouldâve known by now. Itâs purple and it makes those pretty eyes of yours glow even brighter, little enchantress,â he calls out, making your insides coat with warmth.
Little enchantress.
Heâs so dreamy.
âOh, thank you,â you quietly respond as you feel your cheeks redden from his lingering eyes. âYou always have a way with words, donât you?â
âIt doesnât take much, sweetheart. Youâre just very⌠beautiful is all,â he smiles.
Beautiful? Oh. Oh my.
âBeautifulâŚâ you repeat back, lost in a daze as his words repeat over and over in your brain in a never ending cycle.
âThatâs right. Beautiful.â
Thereâs that tension again. The one that makes your head swim and your heart race a million miles per hour. And thereâs those eyes again. Those deep brown eyes that seem to stare straight into your longing soul. His foot curls under yours, the side of his thigh pressing heavily against yours. A simple affection that makes your heart spiral out of control.
For a second you think he might lean in, but then he clears his throat and sits up straighter as he notices Oliver tip-toeing under the table as his little feet pad against the dark wood.
âHi, Oliver,â you say with a greeting as you reach down to rub his furry head. Joel just watches you, a smile tugging at his mouth as his eyes wander back down to Oliver. âYou gonna go say hi to Joel?â you ask as he steps over to Joel and rubs up against the edge of his ankle, purring his hello as he heads into the kitchen.
âHe definitely likes you,â you nod as you find Joel chuckling to himself.
âYeah, you think so?â
âI know so,â you confirm.
Another deep chuckle rumbles out of his chest as he shakes his head in disbelief. âSarah would never believe this.â
The gears in your head start to grind, bringing questions up that you donât know the answers to. âSarah? Whoâs Sarah?â you ask cautiously as you tap the fork lightly against the glass plate.
âOh,â he says with a nervous expression as he slides a hand through his slicked back curls. âSheâs uh⌠well, sheâs my daughter,â he says quietly as he looks up through the fringe of his dark eyelashes.
Daughter? He has a daughter?
âI didnât know you had a daughter,â you say sweetly, lips curling into a smile as it seems to relax his stance. âHow old is she?â
âShe just turned twenty this year. Sheâs a sophomore in college now. My little girl is growing up,â he says as he bites his lower lip, probably trying not to get too emotional as he thinks about it. He must be such a good father. That smile. That majestic, radiant smile. He must love her so much. He is a good father.
âDo you have a picture of her?â you ask, trying to dig inside his chest and find out every single thing about him.
âOh, yeah. Got one on my phone, just a second,â he says as he digs in his pocket and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera roll and stops on one picture as he holds the phone out to you. âThatâs me and her last summer at the lake. Sheâs almost as tall as me,â he laughs casually.
You look at the picture and take in the surroundings. Clear blue water, bright skies, and kayaks. Joel stands in a light blue t-shirt and black swim trunks, and his daughter stands next to him. Tall, thin, long curly hair that passes down to her shoulders. They look so happy in the picture. He must love her a lot.
âSheâs really pretty,â you smile.
âYeah, she is,â he beams, his crooked smile pushing a dimple into view as you nearly swoon at the sight.
Heâs so handsome.
Thoughts of her mother come into focus. A mother. Was Joel married before? Was she still in the picture? Was he still seeing her? You push down the negative thoughts and press on. âAnd the mother? Is there⌠is there anyone in the picture?â you ask cautiously, stepping over lily pads in a crocodile infested swamp.
He huffs out a sigh and shakes his head. âNo. She uhh⌠she left a couple days after Sarah was born. Said she never wanted to be a mother, didnât want the responsibility of her. So she left her with me. Havenât seen her since.â
She left? How could anyone want to leave Joel? Heâs so good, so perfect. You couldnât imagine anyone wanting to leave him.
He chokes back a muted response, and you see just the slightest hint of a wet tear swimming in his eye. You didn't want to upset him, you never want to upset him.
You slide your hand on top of his and curl your fingers around him. âIâm so sorry, Joel. That mustâve been so awful. I canât⌠I canât even imagine anyone wanting to leave you or her. Iâm so, so sorry,â you apologize through thick words, knitting your brows together as a look of concern washes over your face.
He leans forward, placing his other hand on top of yours as he squeezes gently. âNo, donât apologize, darlinâ. Sânot your fault she left. It was probably for the best. Me and Sarah got along just fine without her. So donât worry. Iâm alright,â he responds as he slowly gulps a lump down in his throat. He might say heâs okay, but you can see just a tad of sadness behind those honey eyes. And you want to take that away, make the pain go away forever.
âI just hate hearing that. How could she hurt you like that? I couldnât⌠I wouldnât ever do that to you.â You freeze, realizing just what you said as fear strikes your insides. You said too much. You said too much.
As if he sees the fear inside your eyes, he squeezes the top of your hand as a gentle smile spreads wide over his beautiful face. âNo, I donât imagine you would, sweetheart.â
You blush at that, and he continues on. âBut enough about that. What about you?â he asks curiously, eyebrows raising as he waits for an answer.
âWhat about me?â
âHow can a gorgeous girl like you not be taken by someone already?â he asks, patiently waiting as his fingertips brush lightly over yours.
Gorgeous. Thereâs that word again.
âOh, itâs been a while since Iâve dated, really. Guys arenât⌠well, guys these days arenât very nice. My last ex told me I was ridiculous for collecting crystals and spending my days in the garden. Kinda hurt my feelings,â you say quietly as you purse your lips and knit your eyebrows together, trying not to get too in your head over the whole ordeal.
âRidiculous, huh? That boy was a fool,â Joel spits as anger flashes like fire through his eyes. âAny boy who broke your heart had no idea what a sweet, beautiful girl you are. Frankly, theyâre fuckinâ blind. I mean look at you. Youâre the most stunning girl Iâve ever laid eyes on. Your gardening and collections make you unique. And you are, youâre so unique. You shine so bright like a diamond in the rough, little enchantress,â he purrs, his honey eyes melting into yours as you nearly sink to the floor in a wet, muddled puddle.
Unique, diamond in the rough, stunning, beautiful.
Soft. Heâs so soft.
Youâre speechless, mouth hanging open as your eyes water over. Heâs so good, so very gentle and sweet. And if you hadnât fallen for him before, you sure as hell have now. Soft. Joel is so⌠soft.
âI⌠uh⌠thank you, Joel,â you whisper out, nearly tumbling over your own words as you try to get a hold of yourself.
âYouâre welcome, sweetheart.â
He holds your gaze and slowly squeezes your hand again as his knee knocks gently against yours. You look over at the clock and see that itâs nearly 9:00pm. About the time when all the fireflies are out dancing in the flower fields. You get the perfect idea then as you straighten up in your chair.
âDo you want to go see the stars?â you ask excitedly, eyes getting big at the thought of Joel stargazing with you.
âSee the stars?â he asks with an intrigued expression over his warm face.
âYeah, in the backyard. Theyâre so pretty out here, and tonight thereâs barely any clouds so you can probably see the Big Dipper,â you smile.
Please, say yes. Take my hand and watch the stars with me.
âYeah, I like stars,â he confirms with a nod. âGonna teach me a thing or two about the constellations?â he asks eagerly as a warm smile slips beautifully over his handsome face.
âWhat do you think?â you smirk, eyes full of wonder as he takes you in.
He chuckles, pulling back his chair as he stands and holds his hand out to you. âWell, câmon then, enchantress. Show me your world,â he smiles.
Show me your world. He wants to see your world. He wants to know you. The real you.
You smile and grab a large blue blanket as you let him lead you out the back door, your hand in his as he holds it tight. It feels good, feels warm, feels so right in yours. And you know then that this is more than a date. Heâs someone you want to keep seeing again and again and again. And you hope he stays, you hope he wants to stay for you.
Please, stay.
You walk ahead of him and keep your hand curled around his, leading him down the cobblestone path as you make your way under the wooden garden arbor. The green vines catch your shoulder as you walk past, and the red rose bushes blow gently through the night breeze.
LED lights glow along the winding path as fairy lights glow in the near distance, their lights bursting through tall flower beds and scented rose lilies. Tree frogs sing their night song as crickets chirp back and forth through the green grass, their voices echoing in the distance as you continue walking through your dreamy garden.
You feel Joelâs eyes roam around your colorful garden, wildflowers sprawled every which way as shades of blue, pink, purple, red, and every other color meets your gaze. A look of surprise and maybe even wonder flit past his eyes, his mouth opening as he takes in the glowing fairy lights and the flickering fireflies that dance all through the painted flower beds.
âWow, this is really somethinâ. Looks like I stepped into a fairytale,â he laughs as his brown eyes land on you. âYou did all this?â
âMhm,â you nod as you stand still and look around the lit up garden, your hand falling from his as you trail your index finger over a soft white tulip in the ground. âItâs my own little sanctuary.â
âMustâve taken you a long time, Iâm guessinâ,â he answers as he drags a hand through his wind blown curls, looking so ridiculously good as his eyes train on you.
âYeah, but it was worth it. I still have a lot I want to do. Like I still need to find a bench that I can place right over there.â You point to the middle of the garden, right in front of tall vines of grapes and berries as a bundle of sunflowers sit behind that.
Joel flicks his eyes to where you point and then back to you. âOh? You been lookinâ for one?â he asks curiously as he crosses his arms and takes one step forward, his leather boots crunching in the lush green grass as he takes another. One step closer to you.
âFor quite some time,â you sigh.
âAnywhere particular youâve been lookinâ?â he asks with one eyebrow cocking up, taking one step closer to you as he crunches against the soft ground.
âIâve looked everywhere it seems. Iâve been to every hardware store around town, looked at endless websites until I scrolled through every page I could. Just nothing has stood out to me. Guess I just havenât found what I want yet,â you say quietly, another huff leaving your chest as you stare at the vacant spot where you envision the perfect wooden bench.
Joel stands there looking where you are and then back at you, feet shifting their weight against the ground as he gulps before asking. âWhat do ya want?â he asks softly, eyes trailing over to you as you slowly turn and grin up to him.
âI donât know. I guess I envision maybe a teak garden bench where the sides are open. Maybe flowers somewhere on the bench. Something more personalized than anything else Iâve seen. I just want it more⌠me. You know?â you say dreamily as you daydream about the perfect garden bench.
Joel looks at you carefully, eyeing you closely as you gaze around the lit up garden. His lips twitch, but no words come out of his mouth. Heâs thinking hard about something, gears grinding in his head of things you canât quite discern. But he looks like he wants to say something, maybe even do something.
Something swirls in his eyes as his eyebrows thread together and his fingers flex against his palm, concentration seeping through his broad shoulders. He wants to tell you something, but he just grits his teeth and shakes his head. Whatever he wanted to say was gone now.
âWell, enough about that. Come on, the best viewing spot is over here.â You hug the blanket closer to your chest as you lead him to an open field with wildflowers spread in a big circles around you, encumbering you with floral scents that you can almost taste flying through the thick air. You lay the blanket out carefully and sit down, patting the spot next to you as Joel quickly joins you on the blanket, his body just a few inches from yours.
Joel looks up as the stars shine bright in every direction, encasing the dark sky in trickles of light. âWow. You definitely donât see stars like this in the middle of the city,â he says with awe as he leans further back against his hands, his button-up pulling at his bulging biceps.
âYeah. Thatâs why I love it out here so much. You can see the stars every single night, and itâs just absolutely lovely.â
You lay back against the soft blanket, your head resting on the ground as you sigh and take in the sparkling stars in the sky. They seem to shine extra bright tonight, like diamonds in the sky. And maybe itâs because Joelâs here, like the stars know itâs an extra special night. Your first date, the best night youâve had in a long time.
âHey, isnât that the Big Dipper?â he asks as he points high in the sky, finding the biggest and brightest star in the night sky. And heâs right. It is the Big Dipper.
âYouâre right, thatâs it,â you beam with excitement. âYou know about stars?â you ask as he looks down at you while he leans against his elbows.
âJust a little. Not anything like you though. Youâre probably an expert in that too, arenât ya?â he asks with an amused look on his face.
You shrug, giving him a shy smile as you dig your fingers into the blanket. âI mean, I do know a lot. I have a couple of books on stars,â you blush nervously, not wanting him to know just how much you have studied the stars in your spare time.
âDonât be coy, sweetheart. You donât have to hide from me. Go on now, tell me how much you know,â he coaxes as his eyes meet yours, all warm and welcoming as he smirks down at you playfully. You canât help but giggle as he tries to ease it out of you. And thatâs it, you canât hold back from him.
âOkay then, youâre right. I do know a lot about stars. In fact, I have a few books on my shelf in my room. Might even have a telescope somewhere in my closet,â you stammer out, cheeks flushed as he stares at you silently, eyes gazing into yours.
ââCourse ya do, darlinâ. Such a smart girl,â he purrs out, making you blush even more at his kind compliment.
Your eyes wander back to the sky as you search for the constellations. It doesnât take you very long to spot one instantly as your voice grows louder than before. âHey, look! Up there. Do you see those four stars connecting together, kind of in a slant?â you ask as you point to the sky.
Joel looks up, but doesnât see where you point. âWhere at, darlinâ? Canât quite see it.â
âIf you come down here maybe youâd see it,â you laugh, your voice carrying through the wind as a lone firefly lights up over the corner of the blanket.
âMaybe youâre right,â he murmurs. He lays back against the the blanket as his shoulder brushes yours, chills running down your spine as you can smell his woodsy scent swirling all around you. Itâs almost too much. He smells so good, and you wish you could bottle it up and release it all through your cozy room. Have his scent draped across your pillow so you could breathe him in every night.
âNow, show me where you were pointing again.â
You point back to the constellation as his eyes follow your finger, closely monitoring the sky as he squints just a bit and finally sees what youâre seeing. âOh, I think I see it now.â
âThatâs Aries. The ram. Thereâs a whole story on how Aries got its name, but I wonât bore you on that subject,â you reply, eyes floating through the stars as you try to find another one.
âYou couldnât bore me, sweetheart. You can talk about it as much as you want, doesnât bother me. Like hearinâ you talk about things you love,â he responds with a lilt to his voice. Soft, quiet, assertive as he drops his head to the side and flicks his eyes over to you. You look over at him and smile back, eyes quickly scanning back over the sky.
âIf you say so,â you giggle. You point back up to the sky and start talking about the stars, pointing out Ursa Minor as you tell him the itâs named Little Bear, going more in depth about the history as your eyes grow wide with excitement when you spot another bright star in the sky. Going on and on about the stars in the big night sky, pouring your heart out as Joel carefully listens to you.
Joel turns his head to the side, eyes trailing over your face as a smile slowly spreads across his lips. Heâs captivated, fully immersed in every word you say. His eyes flick over your features, long hair spread across the blanket as your eyes seem to glow as you look up at the stars. He sees the glitter around your eyes sparkle, sees the shine of your lip gloss glistening in the moonlight.
He canât hear the wind, canât hear his own breathing. All he hears is your soft voice blowing through the wind, getting warped inside his mind as it sounds like a dreamy tune. Words as delicate as a lullaby as it slowly sends him in a romantic trance. All he sees is you, all he can think about is you as his mind says your name over and over and over again. He sees your beauty, your passion, your entire heart. He sees you, just you. And he knows heâs fallen. Heâs fallen hard, fast. Maybe too fast, but he doesnât care. He knows what he wants right then and thatâs you. Itâs you.
He drops his hand from his chest and it lands against the soft blanket, the back of his hand lingering against yours as he glides it back and forth, brushing ever so softly against your delicate skin. Your breathing speeds up, your throat catching on a sigh as he slowly digs up enough courage to slide his hand into yours, softly entwining his fingers with yours as you feel your heart start to gallop like wild horses running freely through a wide open field.
His hand in yours feels like itâs exactly where it belongs as he brushes his calloused thumb across the back of your hand, time freezing as you feel his eyes staring softly at you. âYou know what you remind me of?â he asks as his thumb continues its journey over your skin, your fingers curling around his affectionately.
âWhat?â you whisper, eyes searching as his shoulder brushes up against you once more and his brown irises fade into yours.
âA binary star.â
You gasp. A binary star. Oh. Thatâs romantic.
âA binary star?â
âMhm. Two stars that revolve around each other. Both bound together. Unable to part from the other. Rare. SpecialâŚâ he purrs as he scoots closer to you, leaning closer, closer, closer until his forehead is grazing yours, brown eyes blazing into yours as his mahogany scent seems to drown you, bathe you in pure bliss as all the stars seem to fade around him. Itâs just him now, only him.
âYeah? You really mean that?â you breathe out, your chest suffocating on nerves and anticipation as he leans in closer, a tousled curl falling against your forehead.
âI mean it, darlinâ. Youâre a beautiful binary star. My binary star,â he smiles, breath blowing against yours as you see nothing but him. Joel, Joel, Joel.
He called you his beautiful binary star. His.
âOh,â you quietly elate, gaze falling into his as he comes closer, closer, closer. His hand grazes your jawline, slowly sliding his calloused fingers against delicate skin. And your skin burns for him, igniting the flames as you dance in them, burn in them.
His forehead meets yours, lips brushing up against you as you feel him, smell him, breathe his air. All dizzy with mahogany and pine scents, his brown eyes locking with yours. And you swear you see entire galaxies in his eyes, Heart Nebula etched in his irises, and you see your reflection as clear as day in them. You see yourself embedded in the heart shapes. Brown, warm, calling you to him like you belong right there in his eyes.
His eyes trail down to your glossy lips, lingering there just a second as he dips lower, lower, lower until heâs hovering right there, right where you feel him the most. His eyes linger back to your eyes as you see just how beautiful he shines against the night sky. Heâs the only galaxy you see now. Everything else slipping slowly away as his breath consumes you.
And then he smiles. Warm, soft, so ridiculously tender. His calloused fingers cupping your chin as he slowly sinks down. Slowly, so subtly.
âMy little enchantress,â he whispers, and then he closes the distance as his lips sink down on yours.
His lips are so soft. Velvet clad lips that seem to melt against yours. The entire world goes silent as the wind seems to halt and the hum of the crickets go mute. Itâs just you and Joel caught in this dreamlike, whimsical moment. Itâs just you and him, all wrapped up in each other as you slot your lips and allow him access to you. He slips his tongue in slowly, delicately as he traces it over yours. Two souls dancing together as you get lost in his honeydew taste, in his warm embrace as he grazes his thumb against your cheek gently.
Gentle. Heâs so very gentle with you, so careful as he continues to trace his lips over yours. You taste him, drink him down, pour yourself out to him so heâll take all that you have to give him. You're his now as much as he is yours. And itâs in that moment that you realize this is what youâve been waiting for your entire life. It was Joel.
You get lost in the kiss as the sparkling lights surround you, lighting up the nighttime as you stay just like that for what seems like an eternity. You donât know how long youâve been connected, donât know how long his lips have lingered on yours, donât know how long his calloused fingers stayed trailing along your jawline. But when you finally do disconnect from each others lips, he hugs your body into his chest and holds you close. Your arm reaches across his body, and you grab a hold of his button-up shirt as the soft material slips between your fingers. His hand slowly travels up, up, up until heâs covering your hand with his as he threads his fingers through yours, lacing them together like thatâs exactly where they belong.
You breathe deep, inhaling his woodsy scent as you look to the stars. They seem to shine brighter now, a clear message that this is where you need to be. That Joel was a star sent from the sky just for you. Your own binary star.
âYour binary star, huh?â you ask again, wanting to hear the words come out of his mouth again and again and again.
âMy binary star,â he smiles.
You seem to float away, joining the stars as you stay entangled with him on the soft blanket. Unwilling to move, unwilling to leave this perfect night. It was beautiful, it was all beautiful. And you just couldnât stop thinking of the words that left his mouth.
My binary star.
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Hello my wonderful fandom :) I CANNOT believe we are at the finale already. This season went by in the blink of an eye. I was VERY excited for this finale and what it would bring. They don't have a ton of moments. But the ones they do the writers made count. My goodness I was happy and hopeful after this episode ended. Hard to believe we won't see our babies on screen till 2025. *grumble*
D sent me something about that actually (thank you bestie) Here it be. A.H. saying he's pretty sure all networks are doing this mid season 18 ep start. One of the reasons being the Election coming up. They want to protect shows and their ratings from the debates, coverage etc. And those usually happen on Tuesday nights. Which is actually really intuitive foresight from ABC. So to protect our ratings and show I get it. Especially if we wanna lock down a S8. I don't love it but I get it. Anyways lets get to it shall we? My last "mini" thoughts of the season.
6x10 Escape Plan
Always makes me nervous for Lucy going UC but still amazing to watch her in her element. Even if it makes my stomach tie in knots. Now maybe this is just me but Lucy seemed EXTRA uneasy on this OP. This is pure speculation on my part. But could be lending a little more credence to this not being the path for her? Just the feeling I got while watching her in these moments with with the kids in this one and the sneaking around.
I will say I do love seeing Lucy with the kids. Gives us a glimpse into her as a mama. I'm liking what I am seeing. Can't help but have that thought. I really can't. Chenford has taken over my brain and I'm very ok with it. Smitty's text to Lucy did crack me up. 'Red incoming.' Gotta love Smitty. Lucy is giving me a damn heart attack being undercover though.
The panic in her soul is so evident the minute she sees Monica is approaching. The way she guides the kids out of the room. Then the sheer terror when the kids wanna take a shorter exit. She has to pivot and redirect them quickly. I feel like the pressure of this specific UC mission was getting to her. I really do. It was felt in all her movements and body language through out these scenes IMO. I could be wrong but it was just a gut feeling I got watching her.
I think her expression in this scene after Monica departs is everything. Melissa be crushing it out here. Almost like she has to take a deep breath. Calm her racing heart down before unrooting herself from that spot to investigate further. I feel like her look of unease and panic here brings home the point I've been making.
Her questioning if doing UC is worth this stress? Worth the constant worry? Like I said back in my 5x20 review. Just because you're good at something doesn't mean it's meant to be your destiny. i.e. Lucy being a permanent U.C. Pretty sure her cover is blown after she runs right into him but she got the info she needed. At the expense of my own anxiety and worry though ha
The look in this scene oh my lord. How can they have so much chemistry with just one look? Melissa and Eric are a damn treasure to this fandom. To this amazing ship. Tim saying 'It's good to have you.' That loaded look between them. *screams into a pillow.*
You know that man is happier now that she's folded into this OP. His eyes were on her from the moment she stepped on scene. Be more in love with her Tim please. Then sharing a look with Angela. Iâm dying. Angela is us we are Angela. She is the fandom in this moment watching this exchange. *sigh* So good.
Someone please tell me how do they look so amazing just standing next to one another? It's unreal how they can exude SO much chemistry just standing next to one another. Forever floored by the amount of physical chemistry these two have without even touching. It blows my mind in the best way.
Also I always enjoy me some Tim in T.O. mode it's sexy af. It revs my engine to watch him back in leadership mode. Not gonna lie. So very confident and sure of himself. Gah makes me need to cross my legs watching him in action LOL Sorry (sorta)Feral Caitlin made a return there haha But I do love seeing it. Like heâs getting his mojo back professionally. Itâs nice to see. Does my heart good to watch it.
Oh my word they havenât really been alone to talk (not counting the hug last ep) since 6x06. Iâm so happy. I was legit buzzing watching this. My heart Tim telling her he took her advice and went to therapy. Yessss been waiting for this to unfold. Was hoping when they got a moment alone he would tell her about it. Look at him taking the first opportunity they have solo to tell her this. The growth of this man is incredible to see. I'm so proud of him it's insane. He takes a beat and makes the best of their time together. Breaking the uncomfortable ice with it. *happy sigh*.
I'm so proud of him. I can't state this enough. It is NOT easy to have this convo let alone be the one to start it. Another way to see he's grown. Tim is tackling the conversation. Being the one to broach it. Not Lucy dragging it out of him. I love her telling him that's not normal what happened for him. Definitely hasn't been my experience haha I do love her following up her little joke with being serious. Wanting to encourage him to keep going. I love this. Doesnât want him to think one bad experience will tar the entire profession.
Tim nodding with a smile asking her if she wants to know the irony of it all? Lucy of course does. Tim continues on that she was a good therapist. The sessions they helped him. Damnit Blair.... I do adore the way Lucy is looking at him while he speaks about this. That angry look she started with has softened quite a bit. Truly hope he continues in S7 and we get to hear about it. God I would love to see sessions. Some of my all time fav Beckett scenes in Castle's S4 was getting to see her sessions with her therapist. It's on my wish list. *fingers crossed.*
His continued sharing with Lucy makes my heart so happy it might implode. Letting Lucy know therapy despite Blair being dirty has been good for him. She unearthed things he wasn't even aware of. I felt the same way too after a couple weeks. I felt more regulated tbh. I had massive sleeping problems from age 15 to when I decided to go to therapy in my 30's. After a couple sessions my sleeping issue's were gone for most part. I had been carrying my problems for so long. Like a pressure cooker with no release valve. So with no outlet they followed me into my unconscious and manifested into anxiety attacks. Couple weeks of sessions and my sleep issues all but disappeared.
Therapy when you truly lean into it can do wonderful things. i.e. Tim opening up to Lucy like this. Also look how SOFT Lucy looks with him as he bares his soul to her. I would be remiss if I didn't go in depth on this. The look of pride and love splayed all over her face is everything. Also reverence and love as well. This episode has a lot of loaded looks and I ate them all up. We started this scene with her face hard and holding a lot anger still. Then Tim melts it with his genuine vulnerability and sharing of what going to get help has done for him. Not only that but giving her props for the original advice in the first place. I'm beaming with delight.
We move onto Tim is being anxious his sessions are going be heard for evidence cause of the FBI investigation. Ugh. This kicks Lucy's brain into gear about that. Asking if he said anything revealing about her? His reply had me rolling. I adore him making a joke like this. Letting her know he mentioned âFreak in the sheets.' about her. Iâm dying. I have no doubt there is some truth to that for them both LOL Look at our boy making jokes and getting her to laugh. God it was so so nice to see her laugh again. He earns a smile out of her too. The first time he's been the cause of that since her gifted her that KIA Radio in 6x05. I'm floating. They're both smiling by end of this scene. *sigh* We needed this.
We got to see some BAMF Lucy in this moment. Something that just like Tim in confident T.O. Mode has been missing since 6x06. I love her being like take this guy my man is in trouble. Getting him dropped off and instantly taking off after Tim. Who is also trying to pull off some bad assery tbh. A little recklessly but that's why Lucy is coming after him.
She see's his play and wants to be there to back it. Literally waste's no time in pursuit of him. Peels right out of that damn laundromat after him. Tim's play going south VERY quickly when this guy catches on to him in the bed of the truck. Sends his gun flying and my heart racing.
Adore the worried wifey look as she watches from the car. It's pouring out of her in that brief shot. Well done Melissa. Just like Eric she knows how to convey so very much with just a look. Lucy knows Tim is in trouble. That she can't just sit there in pursuit of the vehicle without helping him.
Especially after she watches him get pulled into the cab. Knowing that he is currently at a tactical disadvantage. No way in hell she is leaving him to fight this guy off alone. Telling Lopez to take the wheel as she makes her way out to help him.
Lopez's face when she makes the jump is shocked and amazed. Lucy continuing her BAMF streak on this OP. I loved the surprised look on Tim's face when she first jumps on the truck. Like he can't believe she just risked her life to come help him out. He can't stay in the feeling long as she takes the guy out for them. But it needed to be noted his utter surprise she was there to have his back. Risked her life to do so. Such a bad ass battle couple. Back to back finales we get to watch them be poetry in motion in the field with a battle.
Oh my lord what an epic scene to watch. Lucy jumping onto that moving truck bed to save her man. They take him down together. Their work dynamic easily coming back into play here. They don't miss a beat in this moment. Working as harmoniously as they always have in the past together in the field. I love the looks shared once they've stopped the truck.
Especially Tim's. He is so damn impressed with her. Always finds a way to blow him away with the bad ass she's become. Man is falling in love all over again. It shows all over the two looks he gives her in this scene. First one is his falling back in love again. I mean he already was but think sunk him deeper. Second one is more of just being in awe of her. The pride he feels watching the amazing cop she's developed into. I love these two so much.
Let me start with how happy it makes my heart that Tim smiles when she walks up to him. Despite all the hurt just the sight of her elicits a smile out of him automatically. His walking sunshine. Love of his damn life. She truly is his happy place in human form. Lucy making a crack about him taking a half day. Their banter still simmering beneath the surface. It's a little subdued in this moment but it's alive and well with Tim's reply. He is ever the gentlemen letting her go first.
His elevator version of holding the door for her. That chivalry never dying with him. It's the little things. Can't ignore how Lucy is looking at this man the entire scene. From start to finish. With such reverence and love. Still so in love with this man standing in front of her. Lucy can't help it. She is a moth to a flame with him. Especially with Tim thanking her for saving his life. Let's delve into that a little shall we? Tim Bradford is saying he didn't have it. Admitting fault he would've lost that battle without her.
Saying not only did he not have it but Lucy did. That he wouldn't be standing here without her. Giving her the kudos and all the praise for saving his life. Far cry from 1x01 and his future reaction to that moment in S5. This is a different Tim we see standing before us everyone. The amount of growth in this moment is immense. Because not only did she save his life but she saved him in a deeper sense. Feels like it's truly hitting him like a freight train the impact she's had on his life. I think there is double meaning to his words above. It's what leads him into this next section below.
The loving expression on Lucy's face when she replies ' You're Welcome.' That look of I'm still in love with you, I would do anything for you despite the hurt, and her realizing the deeper meaning of Tim thanking her. The growth she is currently seeing in him is prompting this soft/warm look and even softer reply. It's what encourages Tim to say his next portion. You can see him psyching himself up before he turns around to apologize. To own what he's done to them. To her.
Tim starts his apology by telling her he knows what heâs done (thank you lord for this) That he knows he ruined everything. You sure did babe...but youâre gonna earn it all back I know it. Lucy has the most loving and forgiving nature. The biggest heart. Also we can see there is still a tinge of anger to her expression at first above. So that journey will not be an easy one for Tim. Nor should it be. He has a lot to make up for. But my god will it be worth it in the end. I truly believe that. I'm going to be crying river's when we get there.
Look at how he has grown. Immediately spilling his guts emotionally to her twice in one episode. Not once but TWICE. Hell three times really. With saying she saved him and admitting fault to what he's done. I can't get over this. He had two really hard conversations with her in this episode. Swallowing that pride of his he's trying to hard to overcome. Doing this in order to communicate better with her. To show her he's putting in the time and the effort. To let her know he knows he messed up and is owning that. Something Tim wouldn't have done before. At least not easily. These are great strides for him. I couldn't be prouder of where they are ending the season for him. Imma need more therapy though in S7 you hear me writers?
Tim thanking Lucy for extending him the kindness she has shown him. *my damn heart.* That he can never explain how much he appreciates it. That she could've easily turned on him and he would've understood. But that's not Lucy. We all know that's not who she is. Or ever will be. It's that forgiving nature of her's that is one of the many reasons Tim is so damn gone for her. I think there is once again a double meaning to his words. To me Tim is saying this is for far more than just post break up. It's for their entire relationship. Together/apart and especially when they were not 1-4. The kindness and the empathy she's aways shown him. Even at his worst.
Like I said earlier it's all hitting him hard. The place she held in his life for so long and the impact she's had on him. Imma cry. A giant epiphany moment for Tim I think. Maybe starting to slowly understand the unconditional love she has for him. This scene made me tear up. That anger that is still present melts away a little more for Lucy. If she continues to see Tim work on himself. He shows her his continued growth. No reason she wouldn't take this man back when he's put in the work to re-earn that place in her life. Tim saying he's gonna spend rest of his life repaying her back for said kindness. *screams into the void.* In whatever small doses she allows of course.
Respecting her boundaries and hoping she will allow him to do so. It's the sweetest most sincere part of his apology. The way she looks at him as he departs. *heart clutch* You can see he's stunned her into silence. But also Lucy can see the growth in him and itâs written all over her face. This is a fantastic way to end the season for them. It wouldnât be right to get back together right now or even just a 'we almost died' hook up. (Wonderful fic's out there for that just recently BTW.) Just wouldnât. As much as my shipper soul LONGS for them to be back together. Legit longs so much it hurts. This was a good way to end them for the season. With some hope, some growth and a path forward leading us to S7.
Some Final thoughts below. With a Chenford hug to this lovely fandom of ours.
First off I want to thank you all for doing this not so mini review journey with me. I was nervous to do them. Even after doing 9 plus months of them with 1-5. This was different. It was first impressions. Hope you all enjoyed them. I'm more than happy to do this next season too. First impression thoughts for S7 as well if you are all interested. Let's move onto some final thoughts I'm having. You know months could pass by when we get to 7x01 in their timeline. Iâm hoping heâs in therapy during this duration. Ready to prove he wants to earn her trust back. To earn her back. I don't think for one second that moment in the elevator is the last deep conversation they're going to have before we get a reconciliation. Tim has her love. Always has. Always will.
Lucy's decisions and responses in 6x10 show that. No matter what she loves this man. What he needs to gain back is her trust. To prove over and over again. He's there to stay. To show her through kind acts. To rebuild his rapport with her. Iâm excited for that journey cause when we get there. *phew* God the fandom is gonna implode with happiness. Itâll be well earned. Their relationship is going to be even better with the growth Tim has done. (Hoping for some more for Lucy as well and getting the support she needs/deserves)We saw massive results in this episode alone. Can you imagine how itâll be when theyâre back together? *chefs kiss* itâll make all the hurt and pain so worth it.
Getting emotional writing about this. This ship has a stranglehold on my emotions and Iâm ok with it. Eric and Melissa love our passion for this couple. So I wonât be ashamed for the affect it has on me. Iâm excited for s7. Itâll be a long hiatus. But we will get through it together. I will probably wait till mid July to do my thoughts fully fleshed out for S6. Think we all need time for finale to settle. For us too as well. I'm most definitely not ready to re-dive into everything just yet. Especially 6x05/6x06. But I'm hoping couple month hiatus for me will help with tackling that. Then we can start that journey for us all to go on with my deeper analysis.
As always thank you all for the likes, comments and reblogs. For being interested in my thoughts at all. It means the world you have no idea. Love this fandom, love this show and this incredible ship we are so fortunate to have. So once again thank you all for being on this journey of S6 with me. Like said earlier Iâll get started in my fleshed out S6 reviews come mid July. :)
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Side notes-Non chenford
Monica cleaned up a mess for Blair. Manipulated her by helping her most Monica thing I've ever heard. Glad to finally have answers to that. I knew it felt like manipulation. She had too much of a conscience to be dead inside and doing it for money. Sucks cause she is very good at her job. That scene with Aaron was a mic drop moment for him. So proud of how far he came this season as well.
Friggin Nolan never listens. And get shot for not listening. In the ass. Because he's a pain in one. Was apropos. Also he's right back to being a dumb putz to me. It was short lived john you made it half an episode before falling out of my good graces LOL
Once again music amazing for their final scenes whoever handled that this season crushed it. Bringing out all my emotions.
See you all later this summer for my in-depth ones. Till then be kind and rally around each other. Gonna be a long hiatus.
#Caitlin's mini reviews#chenford#6x10 Escape Plan#the rookie 6x10#tim x lucy#tim bradford#lucy chen#lucy x tim#the rookie#s6#eric winter#melissa o'neil#otp: doing my job#otp: unless it is
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pain meds
ghost/soap/female reader
wordcount: 3,591
warning/tags: 18+ smut, non con, sexual assault dark themes, taking advantage, medications, lying, manipulation, gaslighting, pussy eating, grinding/humping
authors note: first long fic here, woohoo! pls do not read this if it's nae yer cup of tea. i'm trying to write darker themes and nae feel guilty, and here was the first thing my brain made so pls enjoy! also am i projecting a bit? aye, but it's fine!
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itâs been a rough, tiring day and your body just cannot handle it anymore. youâre currently sat in the lounge, curled up on the worn out couch. youâve been wanting to go to your bedroom for twenty minutes now but every time you move to get up, pain spikes through you. seems youâll have to bite the bullet soon though.
âye awright hen? yer lookinâ a bit peely-wally.â soap comments as he walks into the lounge with ghost behind him. you donât bother to move your head up to stare into their eyes, keeping your face pressed into one of the flat cushions.
soap sits across from you, while ghost takes the space next to you on the couch, your knees pressing together due to him man spreading. âam fine soap, just sore.â you shrug him off, desperate to just get into your bedroom where your meds are. âcâmon, tell us whatâs up.â ghost responds, his voice gruff and slightly muffled from his balaclava.
you want to shrug him off too, but now that both men are staring down at you with concern, theres no point trying to lie or ignore them. âitâs just my chronic pain. been really bad all day.â you say quietly. both men let out soft exhales at your answer, but soap is first to speak up. âneed anythinâ?â he asks, not taking his eyes off of you.
a light groan leaves you as you move slightly on the couch and pull your face out of the pillow, looking over at soap. âmy pain meds, been wanting to get off the couch for ages now to lay down and take them.â you chuckle weakly and ghost is fast to answer. âwant me to grab them and bring them through?â he asks, looking down at you with beady brown eyes.
âno no itâs alright, need to take them in my room.â you say weakly, pushing the blanket off of your body as you try stretch your legs out which sends a sharp pain through you. âwhy canât you take them through here?â ghost questions, his eyebrow raising slightly. âlong story short, they get me high off my face and i only feel comfortable taking them in my room.â you answer truthfully, looking at ghost.
âfit are ye on?â soap asks innocently, smiling kindly at you which makes you feel warm inside. âcodeine, strongest dose.â you tell him, to which soap makes a low whistle. âyer on the proper strong stuff.â he chuckles, glancing at ghost who returns the eye contact. âassuming that you donât take it often then.â ghost chimes in, looking down at you as you try stretch your limbs out.
âgod no, wouldnât be able to function. only take them when itâs real bad, can barely think let alone focus on them. itâs like my brain goes fuzzy.â you explain, all your words sinking into both mens minds and being stored away. âand youâre all alone when you take them?â ghost asks curiously. âyeah? i mean, the meds make me drowsy and tired so i wouldnât be good company.â you chuckle before youâre pushing yourself off the couch and stretching with a low whine.
a few of your joints crack loudly as you stretch out a little, the pain spiking and ebbing away a few times. âwell, iâm gonna go take them now. iâll see you in a few hours.â you say softly, waving at both men who watch you. âdinnae be silly hen, weâre nae leavinâ ye alone in that state.â soap responds, standing up and stepping towards you as ghost gets off the couch.
âwhat are you on about?â you ask with a raised eyebrow and confused expression. âjust like soap said, weâre gonna take care of you. would be pretty awful of us to let you suffer alone like that.â ghost answers, his voice stern to let you know theres no way of changing his mind. âthatâs very kind of you guys but i can deal with it myself, like i have been for the past year.â you answer with an amused chuckle, but both men donât laugh or smile which causes you to stop.
neither man speaks, and for a moment there is this uncomfortable tension that has you desperate to scurry away. âweâre teammates, gotta look out for one another.â ghost responds, and you feel your heart flutter slightly. they just want to help, look after you for a bit. and god, does that sound good. even though you can handle it usually, itâs still a whole ordeal to go through, and to have not one, but two of your close teammates help just a bit. it sounds really good.
âyou sure?â you ask, wanting to know for definite. âaye hen, weâre sure.â soap responds, taking another step forward to wrap a strong arm around your waist and guiding you back to your room. well, no turning back now you think. ghost follows behind, watching soap support you back to your bedroom. once you make it, you feel soapâs arm pull away and you sit down on your neatly made bed, a sigh leaving you as you fall back and lay down on the clean duvet.
âjust tell us what you need, weâll get it for you.â ghost mumbles, looking around your room and spotting the packets of pills on your bedside table, as well as the full boxes of the codeine that has several warnings in red on it. âyou really werenât kiddinâ when you said they were strong, huh?â ghost comments, looking back at you as you lay on your bed.
a soft chuckle leaves you as you shake your head slightly, not saying anything as you push yourself up and rearrange your blankets and pillows to get comfy. âif you could make a hot water bottle and grab me a bottle of water, that would be perfect.â you say, looking up at both men that tower over your bed. ghost nods, grabbing the empty hot water bottle from your bed and leaving, making his way to the kitchen.
âso chronic pain eh? first time aâve heard of that from ye.â soap says as he sits down on your bed, next to you but with his legs hanging off the side, feet firmly placed on the floor. you look over at him and shrug your shoulders sheepishly. âjust never felt the need to tell anyone aside from price. it only gets really bad when iâve pushed myself way too far.â you explain and soap nods in response. âwere ye born with it?â he asks, head tilting to the side slightly and all you can see is a puppy when you look at him, his big blue eyes staring into yours with curiousness.
âyeah, so not much i can do about it.â you smile, a bit of sadness behind your words that soap notices but doesnât say anything on. he doesnât reply, unsure of what to say and instead sits a little closer to you. âwell at least we can take care of ye, eh? deserve a break.â he says comfortingly, placing his hand on your thigh to give it a light pat which sends a soft blush across your face.
soon enough, ghost is making his way back into your bedroom with a hot water bottle and a fresh water plastic bottle. he doesnât say anything, placing the plastic bottle on your bedside table and the hot water bottle next to you on the bed. you thank him softly, sliding the hot water bottle behind your back and pressing it into your lower back as you sit propped up with your pillows.
without a word, ghost is grabbing one of the half empty packets of your codeine tablets and handing it to you, where you pop too white pills out and swallow them down with the water. âso, how long till they kick in?â ghost asks, sitting down on the comfortable chair at your desk you use frequently. âuhm, around fifteen to thirty minutes. and when they hit, they hit strong.â you explain with a chuckle.
âweâll keep ye company, pet.â soap says with a smile, still sat on the bed near you, his hand no longer touching your thigh. youâve known these two men for about a year now, worked several missions together and trained together. youâve gone for drinks, attended parties and events but somehow, never spent time in the others bedroom for more than five minutes. even though youâre nervous, to be around others on your meds, you have an underlining trust with them. after all youâve gone through in your line of work, you kind of have to.
during the twenty minutes from when you swallowed down your pills, the three of you engage in casual conversation, talking about work and family life. itâs mostly soap talking but ghost chimes in enough for it to feel like a three way conversation that has you relaxing. once it hits around half an hour, you can feel the codeine take affect, your eyes unfocusing slightly and your brain feeling fuzzy around the edges. your body goes limp against the covers, shoulders untensing.
both men notice the change, how your sentences start to become more simpler and how it takes you longer to respond to the conversation. âthat codeine kicked in then, hen?â soap asks with a chuckle and you groan, curling into your self a little as the drug starts to dig itâs claws in deeper and make you feel disorientated. âyeah,â you mumble, grabbing for your water to chug the cool beverage that feels like heaven sliding down your throat.
ghost and soap exchange a look that you miss as you chug the water bottle, soon putting it back on your bedside table as you feel weight on your bed beside you. was someone in your bed? when did that happen?
you look over, ghost now beside you while soap stays sat on the edge of your bed. âhuh?â you ask, confused as to why theyâve moved closer. âgrounding, will help keep you calm.â ghost murmurs as he wraps his strong arms around your frame and pulls you back so his chest is flush with your back, legs entangled on the duvet. a soft whine leaves you, not understanding whatâs really happening and why ghost is holding you.
but it feels really nice, god it feels better than that. to have this shred of comfort while youâre in this state, itâs soothing and youâre grateful for it. you donât answer, instead sinking into his touch as you lay there and let the codeine suck the pain away. soap watches on silently, taking in the sight before one warm hand is being rested on your calf, not moving.
âyer oot of it, arenât ye?â soap asks as your eyes flutter shut and you press your face into the pillow for the cool relief it provides. âhuh? no mânot.â you grumble after the words finally sink into your fuzzy brain, taking longer than normal. both men laugh at this, knowing itâs a lie.
âsure love,â ghost mutters into your shoulder, his balaclava brushing against your skin and causing you to flinch, your sense of touch heightened from the drugs which makes soap grin. âsensitive wee lass.â he says as his hand now moves up your calf and to your thigh slowly, rubbing at the warm skin which makes your thighs twitch and subconsciously try to shut, but soapâs strong hand stops them.
âeager, arenât you mactavish?â ghost teases, looking at soap from over your shoulder, his eyes showing smugness. âfuck off ye bawbag, ah ken you are too.â he mutters, glaring at ghost as his hand grips at your thigh a little tighter which pushes a confused whine out of you. âshh, youâre okay.â ghost whispers, his voice gravely and sending a pulse straight down to your core.
âwh-what are you guys doing?â you groan, your eyesight slightly blurry around the edges as you slowly open your eyes and push yourself up a little to look over at soap who sends you a cheeky grin. âtakinâ care of ye pet, lay back doon.â soap commands in a sickly sweet voice, and who are you to deny him?
ghost presses a flat palm to your chest and pushes you back down into the bed, his arm then coiling around your waist giving you no room to move or wiggle. âjust needed someone to look after you, eh?â ghost rumbles quietly, watching the way soapâs hand teases at your thighs, dipping into your inner thigh for a moment or two before pulling back. âgo on then, touch her.â ghost orders with stern eyes, which makes soapâs head perk up.
âyou heard what i said, touch her.â ghost repeated, his voice a little lower as he watches the words compute in soapâs brain. soap isnât one to disobey orders, and soon his hand is ghosting over your crotch, lightly pressing on your clit. you gasp and whine, face pressing into the pillow. your meds have always made you sensitive, made you feel like an exposed, raw wire.
soapâs pressure soon becomes harsher, pressing harder and harder onto your clit as you gasp and whine pathetically, trying to writhe in ghosts hold. âwant more hen? huh?â soap chuckles, looking up at you as he cups your crotch. the codeine starts to sink in even further, meddling with your brain and for a moment you stay silent, trying to convey a sentence or even a couple words.
âwords, love.â ghost whispers into your ear, his balaclava pressing against your flushed ear. âwh-why do i feel..â you trail off, trying to find the word somewhere in your drug induced state. âgood?â you finish after a moment, and both men chuckle condescendingly at your words. âwonder why.â ghost comments as soap begins to pull your pyjama shorts off.
it doesnât take long for soap to get them down and off your legs, thrown to the side without care as he leans down between your thighs and brushes his thumb slowly down your clothed cunt. all that lies between the two of you is your simple black underwear, making the touch even stronger. you gasp out as he pressed down on your clit, his other arm wrapping around your thigh to get closer.
âput that tongue to good use, yeah?â ghost says smugly, looking at soap who growls quietly before heâs ripping your underwear off and delving into your cunt like a starved man. you cry out, back trying to arch as your fingers frantically grab at your duvet. soap runs his wet tongue over your slit, making his way up to your clit while ghost combs one of his big hands through your hair. âfeels good huh? you like johnny between your legs, isnât that right?â he whispers into your ear, his hand thats wrapped around your wait tightening ever so slightly.
you let out a high whine, groaning as you turn your head to the side quickly which causes you to feel dizzy and fazed, panting softly into the pillow. is⌠is johnny eating you out right now? god you canât even wrap your brain around that right now, your drugged mind too fried by the pleasure to think much. short, pathetic whimpers leave you as johnny continues to eat you out with no remorse, your wetness dripping down his chin and soaking his face.
your hips buck up several times without you realising, your eyes rolling back as you drool onto your pillow. soap is groaning into your slick cunt, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs so you canât escape even if you wanted to. his tongue is thrusting into your soaking hole, paying no attention to your clit as he enjoys your whines and gasps. he isnât doing this for you, heâs doing it for himself.
ghost watches the scene before him, his trousers growing tighter and tighter around his crotch. (he was already hard at the idea of you powerless against him and soap). he slowly runs his big hand up to your chest, sneaking under your t-shirt and bra to reach your puffy nipple that he meanly tugs on. a soft cry leaves you, the touch too rough causing you try squirm away but itâs useless. he chuckles softly at your reaction, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hips roll up and grind against your arse.
a quiet sigh of relief leaves ghost as he grind his hips up, finally getting some touch to his neglected cock as he continues to toy with your nipples. your entire body is boneless between the two soldiers as you take all they are giving you. itâs too much, your mind unable to fully comprehend if this is real or some wet dream youâre currently having after being knocked out by your pain meds.
youâre not sure if it feels like five minutes or five hours, soaking in the pleasure and mean touches while your mind fizzles away from the codeine. soon enough it grows too strong and youâre falling asleep with soapâs tongue inside you and ghostâs bulge against your backside. they watch as the meds lull you into a deep sleep, head pressed into the pillow and mouth agape. this doesnât stop soap though, he stays between your thighs for several more minutes, his hips soon grinding down into the mattress and humping like a dog in heat until both men are coming in their boxers.
the two of them tidy you up and tuck you into bed with your underwear and shorts back on, not leaving a single trace of themselves as they exit your room and go off to do their own separate stuff. itâs not until a few hours later that you wake up groggy and alone, your room now dark. you squint your eyes, looking to your left and making out the half drunk bottle. you waste no time in snatching it and gulping down the water before clumsily climbing out of bed.
you try to recall what happened before you were knocked out, vague memories of soap between your legs and ghost behind you. they sexually assaulted you⌠right? or was it all just a twisted wet dream? youâre sure you really felt them touching you but youâve woken up all alone without a single bit of evidence to back up your accusation.
you saunter out of your room, not looking too good as you try track down both men which doesnât take long as you find them in the lounge, quietly talking between themselves. âoh, there ye are hen. were ye takinâ a nap like?â soap asks, seeing you walk into the room with a confused expression. they take in how disoriented you are and do their best not to laugh. in their eyes, you look just like a lost puppy.
âwhat? you knew i was asleep. the both of you took me through to my room and.. and you touched me after i was all drugged up.â you frown, accusing them while you stand in the doorway. ghost chuckles quietly, staring up at you. âbad dream?â he asks, causing soap to laugh.
âfit de ye mean drugged up? did ye take somethinâ? is that why yer accusing us of being perverts?â soap asks, a questioning expression on his face as your face contorts to confusion. âhuh? i told you guys, how i take codeine sometimes for my chronic pain?â you say, not sounding totally convinced as you slowly sit down on the couch across from them. âcodeine? chronic pain? first time aâve heard of that love.â ghost replies, leaning forward a little to look at you a bit more intently which has goosebumps rising over your skin.
âi told you guys this already, and then yo-you took advantage of me. i remember it.â you mumble, feeling more and more defeated as the conversation continues. âthink those meds have scrambled yer brain a tad pet, that never happened. codeine is pretty strong, sure itâs nae just them messinâ wit ye?â soap responds, concerned as he looks at you and it makes you feel even worse, the guilt starting to eat up at you as you see how sincere they are. did you truly just make all this up in a dream? itâs common for your meds to blur the lines between dream and reality, youâve fallen victim to it many a time.
you feel absolutely mortified now, rushing out of your room to accuse two of your close friends of sexual assault, thank god no one else was around to hear your accusations.ââŚi gu-guess so. iâm really sorry guys, my meds they always play with me. make things feel real and make other things feel like dreams. im-im so sorry for accusing you of that.â you usher out, the embarrassment washing over you. both of them shake their heads, âitâs okay darlinâ. we forgive you, ainât that right johnny?â ghost says, glancing over at soap who smiles. âcourse, nae hard feelings hen.â he responds and looks over at you.
you let out a sigh, your hands running through your hair as you close your eyes. âcanât believe i thought that was real.â you chuckle weakly, leaning back into the couch and soap laughs softly. âso you gonna tell us fit happened in that wee dream of yers then?â he teases playfully and you flush pink, shaking your head frantically. âgod no,â you utter and soap laughs again at your embarrassment, ghost joining in.
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one with the floor
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pairing: amber freeman x female reader
warnings: vomit, drinking
a/n: i think iâm going to start increasing the length of my fics cause they are quite short. so yay :) also enjoy.
âPlease tell me Ambers not gonna be there.â I whine, head falling against the dashboard of the car as Sam drives Tara and I to Chad and Mindys birthday party.
âSheâs our friend. Of course sheâs gonna be there.â Tara laughs leaning through the front seats to pat my shoulder.
âFuck.â I mumble.
Amber has been our my best friend since I was nine. And since I was 14 I knew that those platonic feelings that you have for a friend had doubled into feelings I didnât even know I could feel for women. Now Iâm 17 and desperately in love with my best friend.
Sam stops the car outside a house playing music so loud we could hear it through the vehicle walls. âDonât get too drunk. And stick together or I swear Iâll murder both of you.â Sam points fingers at both of us, murderous glares sent our way as she speaks.
I roll my eyes at my sisters dramatics. âYes mum.â I mock before squealing and escaping from the car as Sam reaches out to slap my shoulder. Tara waits for me on the kerb having already rolled her own eyes at our sister.
âBye.â The two of us wave at the overprotective brunette before heading inside in search of the birthday duo.
âMindy.â I scream. The girl in question spins at the sound of my voice, feet barely touching the floor as she leaps into my arms, legs wrapped around my waist.
âGirl, Iâm 18. Eight- fucking- teen.â She squeals squeezing my cheeks. âI know.â I reply, slightly muffled as my cheeks are pressed together.
âMindy leave her alone.â
âAmber.â Mindy rolls her eyes and lets me go, standing back on her own two feet as Amber walks over to me, arms crossed and a smirk placed on her face.
âYou really know how to dress up donât you.â Amber grins, her eyebrows raising as she scans my outfit which consists of a simple white corset and black skirt paired with almost knee high black boots and a leather jacket (donât kill me it was the first thing that came up on pinterest) .
I thank Chad and Mindy for having LED lights in that moment, the purple hiding my flushed cheeks. âI wonât lie it took me a minute to figure it out.â I shrug and let my eyes travel down Ambers body, a pair of jeans and a tank top ďżźaccentuating her curves perfectly. âYour beautiful.â I whisper breathily. Ambers eyebrows narrow. âI canât hear you over the music. What?â She almost yells and my throat closes up at the realisation I had said that out loud.
âOh nothing, I need a drink. Iâll be back.â I basically sprint away from the other girl leaving her with Mindy as I head to the bar.
âŚâŚ.
âNot gonna wish the birthday man a happy birthday?â A voice to my left says as I down my third shot of the night. Turning I smile sluggishly at Chad who opens his arms. âChad.â I drag out his name slightly and hug him. âHappy birthday dude.â I sigh pulling back. âHave you seen your sister around?â He asks rather anxiously, his eyes darting around the room. âSheâs not with a guy if thatâs what your asking.â I raise my eyebrows suggestively and Chad chuckles. âYeah, yeah it was. Anyway, made any progress on the Amber front?â He winks my way causing me to groan dramatically. âChad Meeks Martin. Do not involve yourself in my love life. It is meaningless and unimportant.â I flail my arms around and groan again. Chad sucks in air through his teeth and nods slowly. âOn that note I will leave you to wallow and look for your sister . Enjoy. And donât drink too much I beg. Sams already on my case enough with the Tara situation.â
âŚâŚ..
âI thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me, the start of nothinâ I hum to myself, still sat at the bar in an attempt to push down all my feelings for a certain raven haired woman.
The urge to pee comes on strong. Stumbling to a standing position I purse my lips trying to remember my way around the twins house. âToilet, toilet, toilet.â I repeat dragging a hand along the wall for balance as I all but crawl up the stairs.
Seeing the bathroom door I lift my hands off the wall and fist pump the air, a bad idea in hindsight as my foot doesnât obey my brain, my body falling face first to the floor. âFuck.â I mumble against the carpet simply remaining still with no energy to stand back up.
âIâm one with the floor.â I mutter finding comfort in my new mantra.
âYour one with the floor?â A familiar voice laughs, their body standing over mine. Glancing up I smile widely at my favourite raven haired girl.
âAmber.â I drag out her name as her eyebrows furrow at the sight of my face. âHoly fuck, did you fall over? Your bleeding.â She gushes bending down to take my face in her hands. âMaybe I did maybe I did not. Whatâs it to you woman?â I poke her in the cheek and attempt to sit up, regret coursing through me as my mouth fills with regurgitated alcohol.
Pushing myself away from Amber I throw up all over the floor next to me. âYour shit faced.â Amber sighs standing up and slapping herself in the forehead. âSams gonna kill me. Fuck even Taraâs gonna kill me.â She mutters to herself.
I tilt my head at the woman and squint. âAmber. I think Iâm ready to go home now.â I gag again but manage to keep it down as Amber crouches beside me and helps me up, her hands holding my waist firmly causing my breath to hitch which doesnât unnoticed by the taller girl.
âIâm taking you back to mine, your not heading back to your sister like that. And I have to take care of your bleeding.â Amber chuckles slightly as she carefully helps me down the stairs.
âLook, itâs Tara. My sister. Tara hey. Tara.â I yell at Tara as Ambers hand tries to cover my mouth praying Tara didnât hear a word.
âAmber please tell me thatâs not my sister and thatâs some creepy identical lookalike that is completely drunk out of their mind. And bleeding?? What the fuck?â Ambers prayers didnât work as Tara stalks over to the two of us. âSadly not. But itâs ok Iâm gonna take her back to mine and fix her up. Iâll look after her I promise.â Amber reassures the shorter girl who bites her lip uncertainly. âGod Iâm too sober for this. Just make sure sheâs ok.â Tara eventually sighs waving at me as I cheese at her and wiggle my fingers.
Amber nods gently pulling me towards the front door and walking me to her car. She pushes me into the passenger seat being sure to clip my belt in before brushing a strand of my hair out my face. âYou do not know how much trouble you get me into do you?â She shakes her head, half her mouth pulled up in a smile as she walks to the other side of the car and begins to pull out the driveway.
âYour so pretty.â I sigh reaching for her hair as she begins the journey to her house. Amber gently grips my wrist and places it back in my lap. âThank you. I find you extremely pretty too.â She smiles and glances at me quickly before returning her eyes to the road.
âSo perfect.â I murmur reaching my hand back to touch her cheek. Amber chuckles and reaches for my hand again, this time intertwining our fingers and placing them in her lap. âSince you canât stop fidgeting.â She smiles as my eyes widen, mouth agape and eyes flickering between our hands and her face. âOk.â I manage to squeak.
Finally we pull into Ambers driveway, her hand dropping mine much to my dismay as she opens my car door and helps me out.
As we make it to her bedroom I yawn wanting nothing more than her bed. âCome on, Iâve got to get you cleaned up.â Amber whispers, her soft voice causing shivers to run down my spine.
âYes maâam. Whatever you say.â I slur swaying back and forth as she sits me on the edge of her bed.
Amber disappears into the bathroom quickly before returning with a wet cloth and tissues. âDo you mind if I-â She trails off, her eyes meeting mine as her hand comes up to cup my cheek. âI definitely do not mind.â I whisper and Amber cringes. âYou also need to clean your teeth.â She laughs whilst dabbing my forehead to clean the blood.
It doesnât take long to wipe up the dried blood, the wound on my forehead not major but I wonât deny missing Ambers soft fingers on my chin as she pulls away. âIâm gonna get you some clothes while you clean your teeth ok? Can you do that by yourself?â Amber whispers still crouched in between my legs at the end of the bed. I nod slowly and stand up at the same time as Amber, our faces inches away from one another.
My eyes disobey my brain, flickering down to her lips and watching her tongue run over them. I gaze back into her eyes trying to find any sense of discomfort or disgust but instead lust and want circle inside them.
âI should get your clothes.â Amber clears her throat and turns away, heading towards her wardrobe. Millions of thoughts rush through my mind as she rustles through her multitudes of clothing but I ignore them, instead heading into the bathroom and picking up the spare toothbrush that Amber keeps for me.
âŚâŚ..
Wearing Ambers hoodie and a pair of her shorts I clamber clumsily into her bed and collapse onto the pillows with a sigh.
Amber chuckles from beside me. âI hope you have a hangover tomorrow.â She teases reaching out to play with a strand of my hair. I shuffle underneath the blankets and lay on my side facing the other girl.
âI hope you fall off the bed in your sleep.â I retort with a yawn causing Amber to chuckle. My eyelids begin to grow heavy as exhaustion takes over, Ambers hands still gently twirling strands of my hair around her fingers.
In my exhausted haze I manage to reach up and place my hand over her own, her fingers halting in their movements as I tug on her hand.
âCloser.â I murmur and Amber obeys manoeuvring herself so our legs are basically intertwined.
I hum appreciatively not opening my eyes as my drunken confidence allows me to rest my head on her chest, Ambers heart beating much faster than a normal humans should be.
âNight. Donât wake me up in the morning.â I breathe finally letting the exhaustion take over.
âIâll do my best.â Amber replies placing a chaste kiss to my head.
âGoodnight.â
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