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bed-chemist · 1 year ago

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❝ ...ready for it?❞

─⋆♡ chapter summary: the president’s daughter spends her first day with her new security detail.

─⋆♡ main tropes: Michael B. Jordan x Fem!OC, Rome Flynn x Fem!OC, Damson Idris x Fem!OC. Bodyguard x Princess, Secret Service x First Kid, forced proximity, forbidden love, tolerated enemies to lovers, college romance.

─⋆♡ chapter warnings: angst, 18+ black!writer, language, fighting, threatening, choking, physical descriptors (brief), characters affected by symptoms of anxiety or depression.

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The door opens to the media room and in an instant, the social butterfly that helped my mother win the presidency is flipped on. “Secretary Randall!” I greet the short woman in front of me.

“Liberty! It’s been too long,” Secretary Randall returns the familiarity with an outstretched hand.

The smile doesn’t leave my face as I reach out to meet Secretary Randall halfway before Agent Jordan attacks her. “It’s so nice to see you,” I say through clenched teeth. Fuck, my jaw is going to hurt after all this fake smiling.

“It’s nice to see you too. Thanks for making time for this in your schedule,” she chirps a little too loud for my liking this early in the day.

“Of course. I wish I had more time, maybe we can figure something out in the future,” I lie. I hope this is the last time I see this woman until I’m begging for a good student teaching placement.

The photographer directs us to stand in between the windows with the most sunlight. “Yes, that’s right. You’re in class at…” she trails off, hoping I’ll finish her sentence.

The photographer snaps a couple of pictures of us smiling, standing side by side. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel Agent Jordan’s eyes on me, waiting for the secretary to step out of line so he could pounce. “Howard,” I finally blurt out.

Once the photographer gives a thumbs up, I step back giving us each some personal space again. “Yes, Howard. Amazing education program,” Secretary Randall compliments.

“Speaking of, I have class in,” I pause to look down at my wristwatch. “Half an hour so, I’m sorry but I have to go,” I apologize and hope it looks sincere.

She nods, stepping out of the path for the door. “I understand. Have a good day, Libby,” she waves goodbye.

I return the smile, moving to exit the room as soon as possible. “You too, Secretary Randall,” I try to call towards her over my shoulder, but Agent Jordan is blocking my way.

Once the doors shut behind the three of us, Jo clears her throat. “You know you don’t have class in thirty minutes, right?” she asks.

I nod, turning towards the staircase to the residence levels. “Of course, I know. But I just need 15 minutes of alone time before this interview,” I explain.

Jo stops just before we ascend the staircase together, leaving Agent Jordan and me alone. “Got it,” she says, walking back in the direction we came.

My feet rush up the stairs, making a right towards the blue room.

Please let it be empty, please let it be empty, please let it be empty. I chant the mantra in my head over and over again until my hand is on the handle, pushing the door open. A sigh of relief rasps through my body. Thank god, it’s empty.

I step into the room, taking in the relaxing feeling of the calming color. The door shuts behind me and I assume Agent Jordan has closed it and is now standing outside the door. I take advantage of the opportunity, closing my eyes and flopping down on the couch.

My breathing calms and I mentally note to plan a regular massage appointment if things are going to continue this way. When my eyes flutter open, I almost jump out of my skin seeing Agent Jordan towering over my face. “That was good,” he compliments with his signature menacing smirk on his face.

“I know,” I scoff, hyper-aware of his every move now. My eyes watch Agent Jordan come around to the front of the couch. “What are you doing?” I question him.

Agent Jordan pulls at the bottom of his pants a bit before sitting down. “What does it look like?” he chides.

I roll my eyes, feeling them get stuck from the sleepy feeling I’ve yet to shake. “Sitting, yes. But next to me,” I point out Agent Jordan’s perfectly sculpted body.

Agent Jordan shrugs, tilting his head to look at me. “It’s the best way to protect you,” he mutters.

“You’re supposed to protect me from stuff outside the room. There’s nothing to protect me from in here but you,” I counter.

Agent Jordan’s head falls back and he lets out something I thought I’d never hear. A fucking boisterous laugh. “My lady has jokes,” he chuckles.

I roll my eyes, scooting further away from Agent Jordan on the couch. “No. Your lady has questions,” I warn.

“No,” Agent Jordan deadpans.

“Yes,” I argue.

Agent Jordan’s eyes narrow at me sending a chill down my spine. “No, Liberty,” he bellows with finality. “Prep for your fucking interview or something,” he crosses his arms, staring directly up at the ceiling. He doesn’t dare to move and his face is cold as stone.

A few moments pass and I realize, Agent Jordan’s not going to break. I might as well press forward. “What’s your first name?” I ask.

Agent Jordan's lips part and he lets out an exacerbated sigh. “Michael,” he states.

I lick my lips, sitting up to prepare another question. “What’s your zodiac sign?” I buzz.

“Why do you care?” Michael asks, still no movement.

“Because I do. Now tell me,” I spew.

Michael blinks rapidly as if he’s trying to reach up and grab the zodiac sign from his mind. I should’ve just asked him his birth date. “I don’t know. My birthday is on February 9th,” he responds.

My eyes roll again. Gotta love the air signs. “Great, you’re an Aquarius,” I criticize.

Michael’s face scrunches with blithe disregard. “I won’t even pretend to know or give a shit about what that means to you,” he mouths off towards the ceiling.

“What are you doing here?” I ask with my head propped up in my hand.

“Working,” Michael grumbles.

“You know that doesn’t answer my question. Why. Are. You. Here?�� I intonate.

Michael’s tongue darts out over his perfectly plump bottom lip and the simple act has me gulping. “Have to be. It’s in my contract,” he reminds me.

“Well, the only reason why an ex-navy seal would be doing this job would be because you did something bad,” I speculate, pausing to search Michael’s face for any discomfort.

Michael’s poker face is award-winning, and he doesn’t crack, so I continue to press. “Were you a bad boy, Mikey?” I coo seductively.

“Don’t,” Michael snaps.

My jaw drops and I cover my mouth with my hands. ”Oh my gosh. Did you kill someone?” I gasp facetiously.

Michael clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth making an unsavory popping sound, causing me to flinch slightly. “I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost count, my Lady,” he patronizes.

“No, I mean like someone you’re not supposed to,” I elaborate.

Michael finally moves, suddenly snapping his head over to look me dead in the eye. “Stop,” he demands.

A small grin creeps onto my lips. Got ya. I shift on the couch so that I’m on my hands and knees, crawling to Michael. I wish it were under better circumstances but, here we are.

“Oh you killed a bunch of people and now you’re stuck with me. Poor Mikey,” I taunt, inching my way closer to him.

Michael’s mouth twitches as if I’ve offended him but he doesn’t stop me from practically crawling in his lap. “That’s not what happened,” he corrects me.

Michael’s breath smells like cinnamon and I catch him glancing at my ass so perfectly poked up in the air. The feeling of being this close to him is intoxicating. “So what happened?” I dig.

All the blood in my body rushes to my ears, hungry for a taste of the man just inches away from me. “What happened, Lady Li–” I cut Michael off with a finger pressed to his lip.

“Stop calling me that,” I mewl just above a whisper. I drag the tip of my finger down so Michael’s plump bottom lip snaps up.

What happens next, I could’ve never predicted. Michael’s rough hands wrap around my neck, squeezing the sides. “Don’t interrupt me again,” he spits in my face before pushing me back.

The force is great enough that it gets me out of Michael’s personal space, but not so bad it hurts. It only makes me want more and I try to ignore the searing heat pooling in my panties. “The problem isn’t with me killing people. We did that in the Seals all the time. I took money for it after. That’s the issue,” he explains to me like I’m a 6th grader now that I’m kneeling patiently next to him.

“So like a mercenary?” I cut to the point.

With a petulant shake of his head, Michael corrects me, “Not like, I was a mercenary.”

My eyebrows raise in surprise. “Jesus Christ. Obviously, the government caught you,” I speak in utter shock. He doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d ever get caught up in a job like this.

Michael nods, confirming my suspicion. “Mmm. Caught our leader and he was weak. Snitched on the entire group before killing himself,” he explains.

I gnaw on my lip, processing all the information. Although I don’t know them from a can of paint, Michael’s coworkers don’t look like they could do what he’s talking about. Agent Flynn is too bubbly and Agent Idris is so outspoken. “So Agent Flynn and Agent Idris, they’re…”

“The person you hire when you want someone dead,” Michael deadpans.

“That’s, well…” I pause, not wanting to alienate the man. If he has to be with me for 4 years, I want him to get acclimated slowly. If I push too fast, he may run for the hills.

Not that I care what he thinks about me because I 100% do. not. care. “What?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality.

I’m assuming you can’t have a girlfriend or kids. Too risky in the business meaning a majority of your time is spent with coworkers or alone. No forming real long-lasting relationships. “Sad. Must be lonely with a life like that,” I finish the thought.

Michael shrugs and I watch the statement bounce off of him like water off a duck's back. “Trust me, you get used to it.”

I try to keep my face as composed as possible not to show him pity. “I’m sorry,” I apologize. That’s not a life I’d want to live. Barely any connection and no one to talk to.

“Don’t apologize,” Michael murmurs and for a moment, I see a flash of human in his eyes. The once robotic side of him is slowly starting to melt away and it’s only been a few hours.

Good, he couldn’t keep up this act for much longer. I offer Michael a soft smile before he returns the question, “What are you doing here?”

“Meaning?” I clarify.

“You’re 20, in college already. Why are you living in The White House?” Michael gestures outside the windows to the spectacular white pillars.

Because I’m being used as leverage. It's the same as any young royal, or so I’m told. “They’re trying to set me up with someone. Probably a young prince from another country,” I huff.

Michael’s nose scrunches, almost as if he’s displeased with my statement. Is he jealous? “You don’t seem like the relationship person,” he points out.

I shrug because Michael’s right. Ellis is underage and Hudson can’t be trusted as far as you can throw him; I’m the only child up for the task. “I’m not, but Lady Liberty sure is. If I date the Mexican president’s son, drug trade talk will be easier,” I explain feeling despondent about the situation.

“But you hate it,” Michael says and I feel like he’s staring through my soul. Of course, I hate it. This country has limited abortion access yet I’m being paraded around like a piece of meat to stop a war.

My eyes stay fixed on Michael’s and my breathing slows. Something about him makes me feel safe, although he could work on the scowling. “And I love my mom. What’s 4 years?”

“If their little plan for you goes well, it’ll be 8,” Michael asserts.

A knock rasps on the door before Jo sticks her head in. “Times up. Teen Vogue time!” she cheers.

The loud ticking of the grandfather clock in the fitting room has me wanting to push it right over the balcony railing. The noise is like nails on a chalkboard, reminding me that time is fleeting.

The doors fly open and Ellis bursts in, being closely trailed by Agent Idris. “Guess what I found out?” she asks melodically.

My head shakes at Ellis’s antics. “Do you ever knock?” I ask. I could’ve been fucking naked.

Ellis huffs, sitting down on the armchair closest to me. “No. You’re not doing anything anyway,” she says, gesturing to me sitting idly on the loveseat.

My eyes roll and I hear Agent Idris chuckle lowly. Annoyed with Ellis taking so long to get to the point, I try to speed her up, “What did you find out, bestie?”

A creepy all-knowing smile plasters onto Ellis’ face. “King Charles III is coming tomorrow,” she informs me maniacally.

“Yeah, Ellis, I assumed. It’s a state dinner. The head of the honoring country has to be on the list,” I explain. She’s in high school, she should know this already.

“Yeah, but you don’t get it. The last two state dinners with the prime minister and the previous queen. This is his first state dinner as King,” Ellis explains excitedly with her hands, showing us a visual representation of the King’s importance.

The Brits haven’t been very fond of us since an official July 4th many moons ago. “That probably means way less to him than it does to us,” I inform Ellisr.

The back doors to the room open 4 clothes racks are pushed in with accompanying stylists. “Time to play dress up,” Ellis sighs, standing from her chair.

She can go first, I don’t care for this shit anyway.

Ellis starts sliding the hangers across the rack, looking at each piece with a detailed eye. My hands find the book I was reading earlier in the afternoon and I pick it up, trying to busy my brain with something. A couple minutes pass of ambient noise before I hear Ellis ask, “Where’s Jo?”

I don’t bother to look up at Ellis, knowing her back is probably facing me. “I told her to go home for the day. Like you said, it’s not like I’m doing anything,” I quote her words a few moments ago.

“We’ll be outside,” I hear Michael say from behind me. When I turn around, he’s pulling a reluctant Agent Idris towards the door.

“You guys can sit right there. We’ll be behind the dressing screen anyways,” I stop them in their tracks. Agent Idris turns around with a smirk on his face before straightening his now-ruffled suit.

Michael’s forehead puckered and his eyes blazed with anger. My eyes squint at him, unsure about his sudden behavior change. What the fuck is his problem? “Sweet,” Agent Idris boasts before smoothly crossing over to me.

I pat the loveseat next to me and Agent Idris smoothly slides onto the cushion, leaning close to me. Once he’s content, I turn my attention to Michael, who looks like he could strangle Agent Idris. The veins are popping out of his skull so I stand, motioning for my spot on the couch. “Here, take my spot. I’ll take the chair,” I motion towards my seat.

Michael obliges my request, stalking towards me and sitting in the inevitably warmed seat. Agent Idris, uncomfortable with the proximity of closeness, scoots back drastically. A snort leaves my nose and I lower myself into the velvet armchair.

I turn the page and before I can begin reading, Ellis comes out dressed in the first dress. The grey tulle adorned with black butterflies is perfectly age-appropriate for her. “Oh Ellis, you look so pretty,” I compliment.

Ellis steps in front of the mirror, spinning a bit. Her nose scrunches and she fluffs the skirt out. “I don’t really like it,” she murmurs.

“Why?” I ask.

Ellis turns around, kicking the skirt out a bit so she can walk. “Too much tulle,” she calls over her shoulder on her way towards the dressing room.

“So pick one without tulle, Ellis. I know you have one back there,” I chastise her.

Ellis grumbles something inaudible back and I hear the sound of the crinoline moving against the floor. Two zipper sounds fill the air and minutes later, I hear her sigh, “Okay.”

I abandon my book, figuring my turn is upcoming. “Yeah?” I shout slightly at the screen.

Ellis comes from behind the screen in a Tiffany blue dress with minimal crystals adorning the pockets. “Yeah,” she smiles bashefully.

It’s perfect for Ellis, but without accessories, she looks naked. “You need some gloves and maybe some earrings,” I list, walking over to the vanity with crystal pieces laid on the silk trays.

“I mean duh but what do you think? Hair up or down,” Ellis asks and I look up at her reflection in the mirror. She switches between holding her hair up and letting it flow, posing as she does.

Why would Ellis ask me? I’m the most indecisive person on the fucking planet. “Down,” I suggest.

Ellis nods, picking up the bottom of the dress. “Okay, let me get changed,” she scurries behind the screen.

I silently disappear between the racks, hoping that if I stay silent, no one will notice my short stature in between the clothing. “Your turn,” Ellis unfortunately chirps.

My eyes roll and I touch the fabrics. I don’t want anything too extravagant, but sexy enough to command presence. And I’ll be damned if my little sister looks better than me, no offense. I pick a few dresses, putting them on a rack that an assistant swiftly pulls away for me.

Once I’m ready, I step behind the screen. The stylist unzips the first dress, stepping out of the room so I can slip into it. I shed the clothing, folding up my outfit. I step into the first dress, calling for help to lace up the back. “Okay,” I say, finally looking up in the mirror. “I can already tell you I don’t like this one,” I grunt, turning to get a good look at myself.

The dress has a cinched waist, and the blue is bright–it reminds me of a highlighter. It’s a beautiful dress. It’s just not the dress for me.

“So I don’t need to see it. Next!” Ellis shouts. I nod, allowing the stylist to slowly untie the ribbon. I put my hands back on my chest to avoid spilling out of the top of the dress before the stylist puts another dress up on the rack.

Once she leaves, I exhale, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. I pick it up, put it back on the rack, and turn to pick up the next one. This one is a hot red color with a crystalized top. Similarly to the first dress, the red satin flows out from the waist, with velvet roses on the straps. I call the stylist in again to lace me up, and she does so with practiced ease.

When she’s finished, I step out but only in view of Ellis. “This one’s okay,” I say. It’s too sweet and would be a better fit for Ellis.

Ellis shifts with her hands on her hips. “Mmm, we can do better,” she says before turning back to the racks. She maneuvers through the racks, pulling a blue tulle dress and holding it up towards me. “This one?” she asks.

I shake my head, “Too extra.”

Ellis hands the dress off to the assistant, diving back into the rows determined to find something appropriate. “This one?” she asks, holding a long silk dress. “Oh my gosh, please try it for me,” she pleads.

I scoff, taking the dress from Ellis’s hands, “Fine.”

The Tiffany blue silk with the bow on the back makes it a beautiful, yet promising dress. Giddy about the outcome of this dress, I step into it and call the stylist in for hopefully the last time. After she’s done securing the back, she lets me know, and I let my arms fall to my waist. A smile grows on my face when I look myself up and down in the mirror. “You know what, Ellis? You might’ve been right,” I praise her selection.

It fits my body perfectly and it’s a beautiful dress. “Really?” I hear Ellis ask just before I step out from behind the shield. Her eyes drink me in and her face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Hell yeah,” she boasts.

Ellis steps to the side and when I look behind her, I see Agent Idris’ jaw is on the floor. My eyes find Michael’s and his face is still stone cold. But I see a flash of desire in his irises the longer we have the staring contest.

Ellis clears her throat and I blink rapidly, returning my gaze towards Agent Idris. Michael notices and backhands the man in the chest. Agent Idris quickly snaps his mouth shut, swallowing before his lips part again. “Hot,” Agent Idris groans, shifting his pants.

When I look down, his prominently hard member is practically waving at me. “Show some fucking respect,” Michael barks, tossing one of my throw pillows in Idris’ lap.

A faint giggle slips Ellis's lips and when I turn my head toward her, she’s covering her mouth discreetly. “Oh come on, I’m being objective,” Agent Idris defends himself before turning his attention to me. “Libby you look beautiful,” my sister’s agent compliments with his arm outstretched.

A small smile creeps onto my lips. “Thank you, Agent Idris,” I say before turning around to face the jewelry case.

My eyes scan the contents of the box, allowing my fingers to pick up a gold ring and slide it onto my finger. “Pretty. You wearing that one?” I hear Ellis ask.

“I don’t know,” I say, similarly abandoning the jewelry to her. “Hair up or down?” I ask, striking my poses.

Ellis squints, gnawing on her lip for a second like it’s the hardest decision she’s ever had to make. Me and you both, Lil Bit. “Down,” she finally utters.

I turn towards the couch behind Ellis. The guys will give me a better opinion anyway. After all, it’s their desire I’m trying to obtain. “Agent Idris?” I ask the man.

“Up,” my sister’s guard answers with such quickness that I wonder if he read my mind before I asked that question.

Michael’s body tenses and his buttons dare to pop off his shirt. “Say another word and I’ll be watching you bleed out on the rug,” he threatens his colleague.

Curious about Michael’s opinion, I pose him the same question, “Agent Jordan?”

Michael’s body stays stoically still but his jaw clenches unnaturally. After a couple of moments, I get fed up with the fact that he won't give me attention. “Fine, what about the jewelry? I don’t know which one,” I return to the jewelry boxes.

Ellis looks over my shoulder before pointing at a box. “Gold,” she states before leaving my side.

I pick up the tray with at least 15 pieces on it. “Way to narrow it down for me, Ellis. Now get out,” I playfully bid her goodbye. “and take him with you,” I joke, pointing at Agent Idris.

“Bye, Libby. See you whenever,” Ellis waves over her shoulder.

“Bye, Lis. Bye, Idris,” I call after the lanky brown man who throws me a wink over my shoulder. These men are going to be the death of me.

I peer out of the window at the tip of the National Monument. Hudson’s obsessive rants about whatever topic he chose are starting to drive me nuts, and we still have 30 minutes of traffic to sit through. “I need you to shut the fuck up for the remainder of our time together in this car,” I whip my head towards my kid brother and snap.

His nose scrunches and he leans forward defensively. “We’re only in traffic because of your stupid education degree. Ceramics has night classes,” he taunts.

“Yeah, cause your ceramics degree is going to come into good use,” I slander his degree choice. I have nothing against art majors, it’s just my brother is a dick who needs to be put in his place right now.

Agent Flynn snickers and Hudson smacks my pants leg. I reach out, grabbing his wrist before he can scurry back to his side of the car. “Touch me again,” I start twisting, eliciting a spew of cries from his throat.

“Ow, ow. Let go,” he pleads.

“And I’ll fucking kill you,” I finish the threat, releasing my grip. He snatches his arm back, rubbing the skin around his wrist.

He mumbles something under his breath before looking across the car at his guard. “Aren’t you supposed to kill her if she touches me?”

Agent Flynn shrugs, seemingly unbothered by the sibling bickering. “I would but Agent Jordan would kill me on the spot. So is there a true winner?” he clarifies.

A giggle leaves my lips. He’s got to be joking, right? “Hahaha, my guard is better than yours,” I tease Huddy.

“Not better just, quicker and more serious,” Agent Flynn needlessly defends himself.

The cars pull up just inside the gates, pulling over to the side of the road. “They’re stopping,” Michael alerts Agent Flynn.

His hand creeps down to hover over his gun when I realize what’s going on. They didn’t tell him about Code Grey. Code Grey is the scheduled mindfulness break, brought to you by the white house. They just want to ensure the first children don’t get off track, especially their prized pony.

“No, put those away. The plan says to the door but we haven’t had a mindfulness break today,” I quickly explain, before the door slides open.

An agent with black sunglasses extends his hand for me to grab. “Come on, Agent Jordan,” I request, although he doesn’t have a choice.

When I step out and the January air hits my face, I grimace. How is walking in freezing temperatures supposed to be good for my mental health?

A hand is placed on my back, pushing me slightly forward. When I look next to me, I notice it’s Agent Jordan. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. But he’s not an option, none of them are.

My brother steps out behind him, following a chipper Agent Flynn. I bid my sibling goodbye, allowing him and Agent Flynn to cross campus together discreetly. They take off leaving Agent Jordan and I to stand in their dust. “Since you’re here, carry this,” I demand, shoving the bag into Michael’s arms.

He accepts it, swinging the pastel pink strap over his back. “Whatever you say, my lady,” he flirts and I roll my eyes.

My hand slides up to hold his arm. The boots I have on are too high for me to walk stably on the salt-covered ground, so I hope he doesn’t mind. Abruptly, I hear the familiar camera shuttering noises not too far from us. Michael shakes his arm so I let go and he secures it firmly around my shoulder, pulling me into his body.

He shields me from the paparazzi on the other side of the gate and for the first time, I understand the reason for him. I wouldn’t be able to do this with a 40-year-old man. The topic of conversation surely wouldn’t be how hot my bodyguard is.

We quickly cross the lawn to the education building. When I scan my card for entry, he looks up at the tall structure. “Shit looks depressing,” he comments, holding the door open for me to enter.

I step into the warm building, feeling an instant pain in my ears and nose from the temperature change. I stomp any possible salt off my boots. “I don’t think higher education is supposed to be fun,” I theorize and he chuckles.

The halls are mostly empty, aside from a few scattered students. I look down and check my phone in my hands, seeing that it’s a couple of minutes past four. My heart starts beating rapidly, and I slightly pick up my pace. I like this professor, and I want to leave a good impression on her. She and Jo are the only people who treat me like I’ll have a normal life after this.

The click of my heeled boots echoes off the walls until I’m standing at the door, looking back at Agent Jordan. “I’m sure she knows about you, but just in case. You’re a transfer student, and we’re friends,” I explain our cover story.

He raises an eyebrow, before taking a step back. “Do I look like a fucking teacher, my lady?” he asks, rhetorically.

“No, you look like a munch,” I respond, quickly pulling open the door before he has a chance to respond. Maybe he’ll charm the pants off my professors and I’ll get an A.

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xo-xojj · 7 months ago

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Masterlist

Smut = *

Fluff= ~

Angst = +

Percy Jackson and the olympians

Percy Jackson

Thinkin bout you~

Grover

Luke Castellan

The Sweetest Thing~

Nico di angelo

Will solace

TSITP

Jeremiah fisher

Conrad fisher

Steven Conklin

Cameron

American housewife

Oliver Otto

Supernatural~

Hold Me Close~+

These Walls~+

Test Drive/Adore*~

Just like that*

Cooper Bradford

Sturniolo triplets

Nick Sturniolo

Matt sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo

OBX

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

John b

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Jason Todd

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

Damian Wayne

CHUCKY(tv series)

Jake Wheeler

Juinor Wheeler

Devon Evans

Grant Collins

Others

Walker Scobell

Charlie Bushnell

Mason Thames

Tom holland

Chris Evans

Jeremy Sumpter(js him alone❤️)

Eternal Sunshine(Gavin Gore)~

Heaven Can Wait(Gavin Gore)*

Series

Gossip Girl S1 (Ghostin)

Characters(00)

Prologue(00)

Pilot(01)

The Wild Brunch(02)

Poison Ivy(03)

Bad News Blair(04)

Dare Devil(05)

The Hands maids Tale(06)

Victor/Victrola(07)

Seventeen Candles(08)

Blair Waldorf Must Pie(09)

Hi, Society(010)

Roman Holiday(011)

School Lies(012)

A Thin Line Between Chuck and Nate(013)

The Blair Bitch Project(014)

Desperately Seeking Serena(015)

All About My Brother(016)

Woman On The Verge(017)

Much ‘I Do’ About Nothing(018)

Random Oneshots

Phineas Smith x Male!oc/reader

More coming soon

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cherthegoddess · 9 months ago

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Asks are open!

Hey guys! My asks are open so please come on through!

Who I write for:

Tom Holland

Dean Winchester

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker/ Spider-Man

Jack Harlow

Rome Flynn

Avengers

Steve Rogers/Captian America

Chris Evans

Evan Buckley

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adorbz15 · 1 year ago

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Heyyyyyyy this is my new account!! Just wanted to say I love 1.Barbie 2.MBJ

#mbj #barbie #micheal b jordan #mbj x reader #rome flynn

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velvrei · 2 years ago

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trip to paris

pairings : robby keene x reader x hawk moskowitz

summary : reader and her friends go to east valley college, where the parties have an amazing reputation and hawk and robby think it’s the best time to make their move, together.

word count : 10k+

warnings : smut, threesome, choking, degrading, praising, swearing, thigh touching, spitting, slight PDA, degrading nicknames (slut, etc), mutual masturbation, begging

maya hawke as jordan sparks

rome flynn as apollo cruz

alessia cara as jessica-may roberts

you are 21, hawk & robby are 22.

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Out of the things that came along with enrolling in East Valley College, the greatest one was the parties. They were legendary, and were half the reason most students registered in the first place.

The day was Thursday, every longing Friday they had an end-of-the-week celebration — otherwise known as a college party — to "remember the best parts of each week" as some would say to professors. In reality, everyone mainly went for free drinks or to get laid. It was also a great time to catch up with friends or fellow classmates.

Y/N L/N, a very attractive female who was well known by her fellow students for her boldness and flirtatious personality. Most people were honestly scared of her, and definitely not just because of her outrageous ways, she and her closest friend and roommate, Jordan played the best pranks of the semester. The pair always knew how to make someone pissed enough just to the point where they want to prank them back, not to where their life is completely ruined. Y/N was someone everyone knew not to mess with, honestly, even the teachers were afraid of her, just never admitted it.

The girl and her easily amused best friend were in their dorm room, working on their work there since the professors said not to come into the classrooms that day.

"Are you cheating on the math quiz?" Jordan questioned their roommate, their satisfying suspicion-filled voice soothing the ears of the female beside her. Their friend was clearly looking up answers, as the young dirty blonde brought their legs down from the desk they were on seconds ago.

"Well duh," Y/N sassily remarked, "The professors didn't have our work in the classrooms today so I'm taking my chance while I can." The sneaky female smiled a cheeky grin, Jordan stood up curiously, attempting to grab the girl's phone. "Shit, I forgot we could do that, gimme your phone."

"Hey! Use your own, it's right there!" The girl argued pointing at Jordan's faintly cracked phone."Oh, yeah, forgot I had that." They said sarcastically, "Of course it's right there! I wanna use yours cause mine is so fucking laggy." Jordan complained obnoxiously, reaching for the girl's phone. Y/N laughed, "Try restarting your phone, dimwit. We go through this every time and it always works."

"Knockity knock," The stunning voice of Apollo Cruz, and the infamous knock of Jessie Roberts — the arguing pair could easily tell the knock was their female neighbor cause she always knocked 5 times to the same rhythm — as Apollo jiggled the doorknob as if he was trying to break in. They always knew exactly how to annoy their neighbors. "Jesus, could you stop that?" Y/N groaned clearly agitated, "We get it, you're here."

The two neighbors entered the room. "You know damn well we can't do that," Apollo stated, immediately walking over to the mini-fridge, opening it and looking for his favorite beverage in the shiny door. "Where'd y'all's Creme Soda go?" He questioned, suspiciously glaring at his two friends.

"Your dumbass drank it all." Jessie chuckled, walking over and jumping onto the couch, making herself at home as she usually would. Luckily for her, no one ever minded. "Y'all want boba? We should get boba." Jessie smiled, resting her chin in her hands as she swung her legs back and forth as if she was a teen girl in a 2000's romcom movie.

"Boba sounds good. I don't think I have classes until later, so," Apollo clicked his tongue, "Ya know we could definitely do that." He sounded incredibly stupid.

Jordan sighed, "You're lucky you're hot pretty boy," Y/N followed Jordan, patting the boy's chest then walking past him and out the door.

"I thought you said you were only attracted to girls?" Apollo asked down the hall to Jordan, remembering when Jordan not-so-discreetly scolded their friends about how they needed to quit being so hot so Jordan could continue to stick to the female gender.

Jordan smirked as they turned around with a sneaky smile, "Not for you." With a wink from Jordan, the two roommates snickered and turned around, proudly marching down the hallway as they would if they'd just burned down a headquarters with their enemies long inside.

The other two followed, struggling to catch up with Jordan and Y/N's master speed-walking.

♰

The group was right around the corner from the coffee shop that sold almost every beverage you could think of. It was only about a block away, so they could easily walk.

"Jeez, I thought there would be a lot more people here at this time, it's almost lunch and this place is a godsend," Apollo exclaimed as he shoved his hands into his black-jean pockets, examining in awe at the underrated shop in front of them. "Mhm, it deserves a lot more recognition," Jessie hummed, "But hey means less wait time for us!"

"Yeah that's true," Jordan agreed, their eyes wandered onto a certain pair of boys sat in the shop together.

"Isn't that the one bird guy? What's his name, pigeon or some shit?" Jordan spoke, purposely butchering the young man's easy-to-remember name.

"Oh, yeah that is him, and Robby's there too," Apollo noticed with a small smile on his face, only knowing the boys' name from when he used to work with him.

"Hmm, that is them." Y/N hummed mischievously. She had something on her mind, and Jordan could tell. "What are you up to, L/N?" Jordan questioned, trying to see what she had planned, or possibly already done.

"Oh, nothing," She answered as she mentally shook her wicked thoughts out of her head as she walked away and up to the front door, "Come on! We don't have all day!"

The drink shop was quite hectic when they walked in, not because it was packed — because it definitely was not — but because the machines were exceptionally noisy, and the little people inside were having mini conversations with each other or on their cellphones, others were just quietly getting there work done, or trying at the least.

The group of young adults found a rectangular table close by the corner of the brightly painted room, also near the notorious college boys Hawk and Robby. Y/N grinned as she sat down, crossing her legs and taking in the glorious sight around her. They started a conversation, but only around 5 minutes in Jessie noticed the two infamous boys staring at the girl sat next to her.

"Pssst, Y/N!" Jessica whispered. With raised eyebrows, Y/N turned to her friend humming a 'hmm?' which was her way of politely asking Jessie what she needed. Jessie smirked then directed the top of her head toward Hawk and Robby.

Y/N looked over at the boys, who were both staring at her. Not in a creepy way, it was actually quite sincere, and hot at the same time. She smiled at them, resting her chin in her hand as she went back and forth as she kept eye contact, then winked.

As soon as she realized both boys were going to keep eye contact, she broke it by looking over at Apollo, pretending to listen to what he was babbling on about. In reality, she was just making both boys want her even more.

♰

The next morning went by extra slow, Y/N and her group of friends were patiently waiting for nighttime to come, it was Friday and most young adults at East Valley College were anxious to let lose all the stress throughout the week.

"Jordan Sparks?" Dr. Banner, the science professor politely called as he took attendance in the teacher-student science lab.

Jordan was still half asleep, which was a normal thing for her to go to class and for it to take her at least a half-hour to fully awaken herself. "Here," They mumbled. Jordan looked over across the room and struggled not to laugh when they made eye contact with Y/N. Nothing, in particular, was funny the pair just did that randomly during the worst times.

"Apollo Cruz?" Apollo sleepily raised his hand as Dr. Banner kindly looked up with a smile on his face to make sure he was here.

Once he got everyone else's attendance, the class went on for several minutes as Dr. Banner wrote on the board some equations for their experiment, until Y/N felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

swayzee

meet hawk and i in room 109 after class.

bird

we want to talk to you.

She knew they were planing something, and she was extremely excited to find out just what they were up to.

♰

The class went by excruciatingly slow, Y/N became more anxious by the minute, so once the bell rang and Dr. Banner dismissed class, she had already hurried out of the room.

"Y/N! Where are you running off to?" Apollo shouted as he watched his friend zoom down the hallway and stop at the empty classroom labeled classroom 109. "Don't worry about it!" She shouted, turning the doorknob then rushing inside.

"Hey, strangers, what's up?"

"A little excited, are we?" Robby questioned completely ignoring her question as he leaned on the teacher's desk, smirking at the moderately petite female. She rolled her eyes in return. "You said you both needed to see me?"

"Wanted," Hawk corrected with a sly grin, "But yes, we wanted to talk to you about... something. Just an idea." Hawk announced. Y/N curiously raised her eyebrows. "Okay... Well, spit it out. What's the idea?"

The boys smirked at each other, then looked back at the girl in front of them. "Well, we wanted to-" They weren't able to finish, because the door to the classroom flew right open.

"Y/N! There you are." Jordan sighed in relief. "What are you doing- Holy shit! Am- Am I interrupting something?" Jordan questioned, feeling guilt washing over them. Hawk shook his head, "No, we were actually just finishing, it's alright."

Y/N looked at him confused, as Hawk walked past her with a sneaky smirk sitting on his face. "I thought we were"

"It's okay, love. We'll discuss it later," Robby finished, following Hawk past Y/N and out the door. Guess she would have to find out what they wanted later.

♰

The long-awaited time had come, twas around 10 o'clock pm, and the angsty young adults were all in for an incredibly wild night. Especially Y/N.

"Yeah, that's right! You better walk away you little bitch," Jordan murmured as they and Y/N crossed the hall to Apollo and Jessie's dorm room. "Who the hell are you talking to?" Y/N questioned, seeing no one in the hallway but themselves. "The bug that just tried to crawl up my leg. These are new pants, asshole!" Jordan spoke as if the ant could hear them. Y/N laughed as she knocked on the door.

"Knock knock bitches, let's go. We're gonna be fucking late. And you know we can't be late, we're literally like celebrities in this college." Y/N hurriedly said, repeatedly knocking on the door. Apollo opened the door, annoyed. But honestly, he had no right to be, he would do the exact thing when he wanted his friends out of their rooms.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," Apollo scoffed as he threw on his leather jacket. Jessie smiled as she quickly slid on her tennis shoes then walked out the door. "You're just mad it isn't you, pretty boy," Jordan remarked as they patted his shoulder then walked down the faintly painted hallway.

The group could easily tell where the party was, considering there were lingering people by the door. Some were making out, which was a horrible place for that, but others were chatting, drinking, or playing games. The usual, really.

"Holy fucking shit! Moon's here," Jordan panicked, trying to hide their flushed face in Apollo's coat attempting to hide themself like a child.

Jessie laughed, "Honey, I know you gotta crush on her-"

"It's not a crush! She's a... lady friend..."

"Right, right," Jessie scoffed throwing her hands up in her own defense, "You just get nervous when she's around you, and you zone out to daydream about your future together. Definitely not a crush, just a 'lady friend'." Jessie said sarcastically, using air quotes around the words lady friend.

Jordan shot a confused look over at Jessie, "Huh?"

"And she zoned out again. Ooh, beer!" Y/N exclaimed, abandoning her friends and walking over to the cooler.

Apollo chuckled then followed, grabbing himself an ice-cold drink, then walking back over where Jessie was, as Jordan approached Y/N. "I don't know what to do. Help me?"

"Yes babe, just go talk to her! She's totally into you, she's sneaking glances at you as we speak." Y/N mentioned, slyly pointing at Moon across the room. Jordan looked over at Moon with an obviously shocked look on her face. Moon waved back with a small, welcoming smile. She waved Jordan over.

"Ohmyfuckohmyfuckohmyfuck," Jordan murmured, quickly breaking eye contact with their 'lady friend'. Y/N chuckled, "See, she wants you to join her. Go over there!"

Jordan hummed nervously, starting to pace. "Just go!" Y/N exclaimed, practically shoving Jordan across the room.

Y/N glared back at him with a hand on her hip, "Go make-out with Jessie or something." She boldly remarked. His eyes widened as Jessie almost spit out her drink. "Don't gimme that look, the tension between you hoes could be cut with a knife. And I would if our knives weren't so goddamn dull." She sneered sassily then walked away leaving her two friends stunned.

She made her way over to where the speakers were, leaning on the corner of the wall as she peacefully sipped her beer. Odd for her to find peace right next to a full-blasting speaker but hey, whatever works right?

"Hey, sweetheart." She raised her eyebrows, continuing to drink her beverage as she watched two angsty boys sneakily approach her with drinks in their hands. She gulped down her drink so she could speak, "Hello."

"You looked a little lonely over here," Robby added, his back on the wall to the left of her. "Eh, could be lonelier," She chuckled. They smiled and it went silent for a couple of seconds.

"Now, did I- we tell you that you look absolutely stunning tonight?" He shared, filling the other empty space next to her, sipping his beverage, Robby hummed in agreement as he eyed the lovely girl up and down. "No, from what I recall you hadn't, well until now, at least." She smiled, wanting to push their buttons a bit.

Usually, when the two boys separately talked to girls like that, they would get all flustered and shy, but not Y/N. She knew exactly what to say, and if we're being totally honest? It was turning both college boys on quite a lot.

"Surprised no one mentioned it sooner. Maybe they were just focused on this beautiful face of yours, hmm?" Robby hummed as he gently cupped Y/N's face, looking her straight in the eye. "Maybe they were." She smirked at him.

Robby brought his hand down, grabbing his beer off the speaker then swiftly taking a drink all with his eyes on her.

Hawk suddenly grabbed Y/N's hand. "I really like these rings you have on," He noticed, examining the cold metal resting on her fingers, his thumb running across the back of her hand. He kept eye contact as he lifted her soft hand up to his plump lips, lightly kissing the spot right above her knuckle.

She was at a loss for words. The flawless female was now at her mercy for these not one, but two men who stood in front of her. Her throat felt intently dry, like cotton as Hawk gently placed her hand back at her side.

She would've willingly made out with both of them right then and there, but she stopped herself when she saw her two friends making out in the opposite corner of the room. "Oh my god, I was right!" She said happily.

Robby chuckled already knowing what she was talking about, on his way in the saw Jessica-May and Apollo harshly making out in the corner. Hawk followed her gaze, laughing along with Robby about how excited she got over being right over her friend's relations.

Once the attention on her friends sluggishly died down, someone from across the room drunkenly suggested they play never have I ever, and that they wanted Y/N, Hawk, and Robby to play along.

Y/N debated playing. This night could go one of two ways, and both choices were looking devilishly amusing. She would either get her brains fucked out by one — or both — of her favorite little boy toys, which seemed like the better option, or she would go back to her dorm with Jordan and await another longing day wondering what would've happened if she would've played.

"You wanna play, pretty boys?" Y/N asked deviously as she turned her head to the view of the two boys glancing at each other, with sexy smirks as they hummed a 'yes'.

After a few minutes, everyone that was interested in playing was sat around a coffee table, sitting on the dark couch. Robby and Hawk were sat on either side of Y/N, both with their arms around her seat. Jordan cleared their throat, "I'll go first."

"Never have I ever..." They took a second to think, "Gone skinny dipping." Jordan finished. Jordan knew that there would probably be quite a few people, but they wanted to know just exactly who.

Y/N chuckled then skittishly raised her cold beverage, taking a large gulp. Robby and Hawk both eyed her eagerly, also taking sips of their drinks. "Hmm.. interesting," Jordan murmured slyly, noticing the gazes from the boys.

"K! I'll go next," Apollo offered, sitting down next to Jessie who was next to him with her legs crossed, "Never have I ever made out with a friend's sibling." He finished.

Jessica smiled deviantly then took a sip of her drink. Apollo's eyes shot toward her, "Wait, what? Who's sibling?" He questioned frantically. Jessie laughed to herself then pushed a few strands of hair out of her face, staying totally quiet.

"Don't tell me it was Omar!" Apollo said, hoping it wasn't his big brother, "I swear to god if you say it was Omar-" He threatened.

"It was Omar," Jessie whispered. "Oh my fucking-" Apollo complained, but was cut off by Hawk changing the conversation. Thank god, otherwise, everyone in the room would have to watch Apollo call his brother and threaten to beat his ass. He would never actually go through with it, though.

"Okay! Next one. Never have I ever, kissed my best friend." Hawk said, sitting up so he was now directly next to Y/N.

"What is with all the kissing ones?!" Apollo emphasized as Jessie just chuckled and put a comforting but dangerously playful hand on his cheek, "You'll be okay," She said, then patted his face lightly.

Y/N and Jordan both laughed as they took large gulps of their beverages, all the eyes going onto them. "Woah, hello?" Jessie said, resting her arm on Apollo's shoulder looking at her two close friends as if she just saw a ghost. "I mean, don't get me wrong I have no problem picturing that in my head," Apollo started bluntly with an elbow to the side from Jessie. "Ow! What I was gonna say, was that I have no problem picturing it but when did it happen?" Apollo finished curiously.

"We never even confirmed that it was us, I mean it was, but don't just assume." Y/N exaggerated, "And the fun part about this is that we don't have to tell you any of the sultry details." She said with a smirk and a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Also, you two should have drunk too!" Jordan said suspiciously pointing at Jessie and Apollo.

"Anyways," Y/N laughed crossing her legs, "Never have I ever sent a nude photo to someone." She concluded, as Hawk and Robby both quietly drank from their refreshments.

"I- I'm not even gonna ask."

"Ugh, this is getting boring, okay let's spice it up a little bit." Jordan commented cleverly, "Never have I ever, had or thought of having a threesome."

Hawk and Robby's eyes widened and their jaws dropped slightly as they carefully watched Y/N take a drink of her beverage, teasingly slow. "Ooh, Y/N! Spill!" Jessie exclaimed excitedly.

Y/N simply shook her head. "No can do, Miss May, the whole point of the game never has I ever, not expose yourself in front of twenty easily amused adults." She replied, crossing her right leg over her left.

"Well, fine," Jordan huffed, "Let's play truth or dare! Y/N, truth or dare?!" They asked anxiously. Y/N knew what her roommate was up to.

"Dare."

"Okay, I dare you to tell us who you've had or thought about having a threesome with." They dared. "That's not how it works, J." Y/N stubbornly remarked, "And if it makes you feel any better, I haven't had a threesome, it's just a ridiculous thought."

Jordan huffed in defeat, but then got an aspiring idea. "Okay, fine then," They hummed cleverly, "I dare you, to kiss both people you would want to have a threesome with."

Apollo chuckled, partly embarrassed for her. Y/N laughed with sarcasm in her tone, "Yeah, there's no way in fucking hell I'm doing that." She went to get up and leave, but she felt a cold hand snatch her wrist.

"Don't go, sweetheart," Hawk grinned, "Just do it, a little dare won't hurt anyone." He acknowledged as he and Robby smirked up at her. She scoffed. "At least not physically," Robby added but after smirked, "But that could happen too."

She sat down in the space between them, gulping hard, struggling to remain intimidating to everyone surrounding her. "Fine. I'll do it." She answered, giving in.

Jordan smiled devilishly, knowing what they were getting Y/N into. "Great."

Y/N quickly glanced over at Hawk. She was mentally debating whether or not she should actually kiss him in front of everybody. She had to make a quick decision. So she kissed him.

It caught him by surprise, he wasn't too shocked but enough to the point where it took him a second to kiss back. People around the room howled and shouted, but not super loud since they knew she was still going to kiss someone else after.

Y/N noticed Hawk's lips were mildly soft, and that he kissed back after only around 3 seconds. She wanted the kiss to be short for obvious reasons, so she pulled away.

"Damn, Y/N!" Apollo exclaimed, howling like an immature child. Y/N laughed. "She's not done yet, Cruz, who's the other person?!" Jordan asked anxiously.

Y/N shot a playful-type glare at Jordan, she was beginning to warm up a little bit. This is normally how it was when she partied, she would come to the party a little shy and quiet, but she would leave nastily wasted, or just bold and loud.

She smirked over at Robby, her eyes locked on his. Eye contact was always a turn-on for the both of them, along with Hawk.

She glanced down at his lips, then leaned in and placed a soft, genuine kiss on his lips. His lips were also soft, maybe even softer than Hawk's luscious lips.

Robby slowly bit his lip as she pulled away, gazing at her up and down as he smiled a little.

"Okay! Games over," Jordan said, quickly standing up and dragging their lady friend, Moon across the room. Jessie laughed, then also stood up. "Let's go over there," Jessie said, smirking and pointing to a random corner of the room, "And continue what we were doing before."

Y/N laughed in her seat, then grabbed her drink off of the coffee table. She took a long sip, then set it back down. She sat back but tensed when she felt a sudden hand on her thigh. "Is this alright, darling?" She could feel Hawk's breath on her neck, and then another hand on her other thigh.

"I mean, I'd hope so. I felt something in that kiss, and I know damn well Hawk did too." Robby hummed as his hand tauntingly rubbing up and down her thigh. Hawk nodded eagerly in agreement.

She nodded. "Use your words, babydoll," Hawk hummed, his thumb stroking gentle, little zigzags on her clothed skin. She gulped, trying to calm herself enough to speak, "Yes, I felt it too. And yes, I'm okay with what you guys are doing." She answered, struggling to keep her composure.

"And what exactly are we doing, hmm?" Robby said, just trying to make her agitated. She inhaled sharply, "I don't know, why don't you tell me exactly what you're doing? I can't speak for either of you." She said, trying to sound as seductive as she could.

Robby raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" He exaggerated.

She nodded once again. "Why don't you boys come back to my room with me, huh?" She offered, as both boys' hands inched closer and closer to her clothed heat. Y/N quickly sat up.

She was definitely more than okay with what they were doing, she was just not wanting to give anyone else in the room a show. Or at least not for free, anyway.

She grabbed both of their hands, and they impatiently sat up with her, glancing at each other with a lust deep within their eyes, and a sneaky smirk on their faces.

"You know where my dorm is?" She asked nonchalantly as if nothing was about to happen, but in reality, shit was about to go down. Both boys nodded eagerly. "Perfect. Go there, and wait for me. I'll explain more when I get there." She said, walking over to Jordan, leaving both boys stranded there in shock. They weren't standing for long once what she said had fully sunk in, they ran as fast as they possibly could to her dorm room.

“Jordan," Y/N whispered, tapping their shoulder from behind. Jordan turned around, stopping their conversation with Moon. "Hmm?" They hummed.

"Stay at Moon's tonight. Or wherever you wanna, I guess. I just wouldn't recommend coming to our dorm until tomorrow. I'll text you if anything changes." Y/N said. Jordan could tell she was in a hurry.

"Okay, why-" Jordan's eyes got big when they realized, "Oh! Damn, okay. Heh, you're totally welcome." Jordan added, realizing that it was them that started the game, so if it weren't for Jordan then what's currently going on wouldn't be happening.

Y/N laughed, "Thank you. Now go back to talking with your lady friend." She joked, smiling in a teasing manner. "Haha, very funny. Now you go!" Jordan said, shooing Y/N away from her as if she was a pesky fly. She scoffed even though it was still more of a laugh, and quickly exited the noisy room.

♰

When she arrived in the room both boys were sat patiently on the end of her bed, even though she didn't tell them to.

They didn't know where else they should've gone within the room, and they didn't want to be a bother and mess up the placement of any of her scattered goods around the room. So they just sat there until she arrived.

"Awe look at you boys," She smiled sweetly. She found how sincere they were being quite adorable, nonetheless.

"Yeah, yeah, now what do we do now?" Hawk asked impatiently. He may have seemed patient before, but he was truly agonizing to see what was genuinely going on.

"Okay, well. Tonight you boys can do whatever the hell you want to me." She answered nonchalantly. Their eyes went wide and became full of passion.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Hawk and Robby watched in amazement as she flopped onto the empty space of the bed behind them. "Well, what are you doing just sitting there? Go ahead, do whatever your little hearts desire."

Their thoughts ran dangerously wild as they smirked and instantly crawled up to her. "First off, let's take these pretty little things off," Hawk spoke, gesturing toward her comfortably fashionable clothing that was still sitting on her body, hugging all the right places. Robby and Hawk were intrigued, and she was a sight for sore eyes but they wanted them off, and quick. "I can do that." She replied, swiftly continuing to undo her belt.

"How cute," Robby pouted sarcastically, "You think you have a choice," Robby said and Hawk snickered. "Yeah, and you don't have a choice with us, so hurry up and take off those clothes before I fucking do it myself," Hawk demanded impatiently.

She raised her eyebrows and threw her hands up in her own defense, "Why don't you then?" She requested all but with a greedy smirk written on her face.

Hawk pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, "Fine then. Be like that," Hawk said. He knew she was just trying to make him more pissed off and impatient than he already was, and he was having trouble not letting it get to him.

"Fucking pathetic," Robby babbled degradingly. She tightly clenched her thighs together, the anticipation already nagging her.

"Keene, help me take off her clothes, and don't be fucking slow." He demanded the last fragment with refined venom in his tone.

Robby nodded, smiling cheekily at Y/N as he undid her belt, then slid her jeans down her gorgeous legs, unhooking the fabric from her ankles then tossing the clothing across the room. She propped herself up on her elbows, wanting to watch his every move. Robby smirked when he pulled her pants down only a little to reveal her hips, placing a soft kiss just below her belly button.

Hawk began growing more and more impatient, Robby was "taking forever", and he just wanted to devour the attractively striking girl in front of him. He watched observantly as Robby ran his fingers up her stomach and to her beautiful, covered breasts giving her noticeable goosebumps. Robby was practically toying with her and him as simply all he was doing was slowly lifting up her shirt.

He pulled that over her head, revealing her black bra that made him hard at the sight. Not because of what she was wearing, but simply how hot she looked in it.

"You want me to leave her like that or undress her more?" Robby asked patiently, quietly chuckling to himself as he noticed a fine budge in Hawk's jeans. "That- That's fine." He stuttered angrily. He hated having Y/N and Robby both see him at his mercy.

He shook all the delusional concepts out of his mind, then quickly took off his shirt, his abs quickly catching the attention of the female before him. She failed to stop herself from grinning, as Hawk and Robby both began to fully undress themselves. A am

After they undressed, which felt like an eternity to Y/N because she was forced by to just sit and watch as they took off their clothing extremely slow. Hawk was on one side of the bed while Robby was on the other.

"Kiss her," Hawk commanded, eyeing her up and down with passion, hunger, and lust gaping inside pupils. "What?" Robby asked, a little confused that Hawk wanted Robby to kiss her instead of himself.

"Just fucking kiss her, dude!" Hawk raised his voice. He was becoming even more impatient and anxious to just rip the remaining clothing off her body and fuck her into next Tuesday. But he couldn't do that, he had to be patient.

Robby quickly kissed Y/N, their lips harshly colliding together starting a fast, heated pace. "God, both of you are so hot," Hawk murmured, clearly out of breath from doing absolutely nothing.

Robby smiled into the kiss, his hands moving from his lap to right along her sides, holding himself over her glamorous body, now completely on top of her.

One of Robby's hands teasingly traced up her sides then to her breasts, while the other rested firmly on her thigh, inching closer and closer to her covered core. His thumb pressed onto her numb through the underwear, causing her to squirm and moan softly. Both boys were very intrigued by the sound.

Her hands harshly gripped Robby's hair, tugging it. He let out a soft whimper, sending vibrations straight to her core. "Fuck," He groaned. Hawk has had enough, he wants them to just hurry it up. And luckily for him, Robby seemed to notice.

"Okay, now what Hawk?" Robby asked, stepping away from her as she let out a whine from the loss of contact.

"Come here, love," Hawk commanded quite nicely as he looked deeply into Y/N's beautiful eyes. "Move to the edge, babe." As soon as Hawk said that phrase, Robby knew exactly where he was going with that.

Y/N, being the amazing listener she is, decided to very slowly scoot onto the edge of the average-sized bed. Hawk rolled his eyes, "Jesus fucking Christ," Hawk whispered, "Y/N if you don't hurry up we won't let you go until you've come five fucking times, now for the love of God, please just move over a few inches." Even though Hawk was more than agitated, he still somehow mentioned how hot she was, which if you think about it, in a way, that's pretty considerate of him.

Y/N gave in and obeyed, mentally rolling her eyes knowing that if she did it where they could see she would be in big trouble. She quickly moved from the middle of the large bed to the softened edge. Almost as soon as she did that, Hawk and Robby both slowly got onto their knees in front of her.

"What are you guys doing?" She questioned, she already had a hint but she liked teasing them. Hawk chuckled, "You'll figure it out sooner or later." Hawk said, now able to fully keep his calm because she was actually listening and doing what he had said to.

Robby's cold hands tormentingly ran up her thighs, giving her even more goosebumps than she had before. His hands stopped at the lining of her underwear, slowly pulling it down, and taking it off of her, revealing her pussy to both him and Hawk. Hawk slowly raised an eyebrow as he made intense eye contact with her.

"May we?" Robby asked politely, as if he was about to eat dinner at a fancy restaurant, and was asking if he was allowed to eat yet. She nodded impatiently. "Use your words, babydoll," Hawk demanded with a sexy, grim voice.

"Yes. You may." She responded.

Now that the boys had verbal consent, they were about ready to make her scream, but the little stubborn words being said in their thoughts were getting in the way. Hawk opened her legs wider and placed a small, delicate kiss onto her sensitive nub.

She let out a heavenly whimper that blessed their ears, as Robby now placed a kiss onto her hole. She let out another moan, making Hawk's cock pulse in his jeans.

Hawk quickly sat up, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Y/N sat up on her elbows to enjoy the glorious view in front of her, she loved the way Hawk's abs glistened because of the damp layer of sweat on his body.

He got back into his knees, throwing her right leg onto his shoulder, leaving soft kisses onto her thigh. "Please," She moaned, "More."

Hawk gazed up at her as Robby chuckled devilishly, "Aww, look at you. Haven't even started and I've already got you begging for more. Such a desperate little whore, huh?" Hawk taunted. She could've busted right then and there. "Mmm, yeah," She whispered. "Speak louder, gorgeous," Robby demanded. She was extremely sexually frustrated. "Yes, I am. Please just touch me."

Hawk smiled. "See? Was that so difficult, baby?" All these pet names they were calling her were more than alluring, if she wasn't at her mercy she would be returning the favor by complimenting them on how incredibly sexy they look, or how their muscles look ravishingly big.

Hawk hungrily licked her clit as Robby got up and sat next to her and placed faint kisses down her chest, his immense hands finding a place on her waist when she arched her back. Her lips fell into an o shape as she threw her head far back. "Holy fuck."

Robby's plump lips kissed from her stomach, to her neck, and then her lips. They both engaged in a deep kiss, as Hawk's tongue worked his magic causing Y/N to moan into Robby's mouth.

Hearing that sound leave her mouth that close to his ear was like heaven to him. He found her so incredibly attractive, so hearing those beautiful moans to leave her mouth was a vast turn-on.

She began to buck her hips upward, the pleasure becoming so much for her as Hawk pressed his thumb onto her clit. "Quit doing that." He demanded. "Doing what?" Her smile was evident in her tone.

"Moving your fucking hips," Hawk answered aggressively. She smiled tauntingly then bucked her hips once again. She knew what she was doing, and she knew it was making Hawk painfully hard.

Hawk harshly slapped her ass, causing her to stop the movement of her hips. "That's right, brat, know your place." He taunted.

Robby hurried back in between her legs, getting on his knees next to Hawk and kissing up and down her thigh. She was starting to feel her climax coming, but she whimpered when she felt a loss of contact on her pussy, and her thigh.

She propped herself up on her elbows, about ready to plead for her finish, but she stopped when she saw what was going on in front of her.

Hawk and Robby were full-on making out.

And boy-oh-boy was it a sight to see.

Y/N was unquestionably mesmerized, she never thought something so simple could possibly turn her on as much as it was. She decided to take matters into her own hands, literally, by using her hands for her own pleasure. She moved her fingers around her slightly swollen vagina, curling her toes as she watched Hawk's hands find a place in Robby's luscious hair.

"Fucking hell," She whimpered. Some reason the two newly-adult boys touching tongues was a huge turn-on for her, so she was taking that to her advantage. Her fingers brushed against her clit at a certain angle, hitting her most sensitive spot. She let out a line of moans and whimpers, some high pitch, others just loud pants.

Hawk pulled away from Robby, out of breath, "Off. Take your hands off." Hawk demanded, grabbing her wrist and separating her fingers from her heat. "Why'd you do that? I was enjoying myself there." She teased.

"Shut your mouth."

Hawk was angry. He honestly didn't know why, but he was. Y/N quickly listened, stopping any noises that were leaving her sore body. "Now what, Hawk?" Robby questioned, catching his breath.

"Well that was hot," Hawk chuckled, "But we can't just let her sit there and watch." He honestly didn't know what he was saying, he loved watching her at her own mercy, but he wanted to remain — or seem — dominant. "And why not? I don't mind." She smirked proudly, she loved pushing their buttons. "Well, I do, and I know damn well Hawk does as well. Now get your ass up." Robby demanded. She smiled, and stood up.

"On the bed, ass toward us," Hawk commanded. That sentence gave her intense butterflies, as she listened. "Robby, you know what to do," Hawk said, walking over to the desk in her room and pulling out her chair. "What is he doing?" Y/N asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it, you little bitch." Robby taunted, then hostilely thrusted into her, making her whimper out at the sudden contact. "Holy fuck!"

Robby's cold hands roughly gripped her ass, as Hawk sat down onto the chair and took out his dick. He simply just watched, his chest heaving up and down as he let out multiple soft, submissive moans. "Jesus fucking christ," Hawk whispered.

Y/N screamed loudly as Robby forcefully penetrated her pussy, moans, and grunts were falling from Robby's lips, his fingernails probably making a mark into Y/N's asscheek, although she didn't mind. "God, you're so tight Y/N," Robby said, his voice getting closer to a whisper by each word that left his lips. She moaned back as her response.

"You're taking my cock so well, fuck, what a good girl you are." Robby praised, slamming into her like there was no tomorrow. "Mmm, fuck yes! Call me that again," Y/N moaned as she impatiently nodded her head in agreement. "Such a good girl," Robby purposely repeated himself.

Y/N let out a noisy whimper, Robby immediately snapped back into reality remembering that someone could hear what was going on, so his hand flew straight onto her mouth, as he bent over so his lips were right next to her ear.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, love, someone'll here you." He whispered to her, alluringly. His hand moved from her mouth, "God," She choked out, "I don't know if I can."

"You can, and you will. Now be quiet before I make you myself." His hand slowly moved farther her lips and down to her throat, gently squeezing the sides which the adrenaline in her veins pump faster. His pants became faster.

She could barely choke out words at that point, she was being fucked senseless, and to add onto that her airway was partially shut. He would never fully shut it, of course, he just loved the way it felt when she clenched around him while he choked her.

"That's right baby, listen to my words. Obey me like the bitch you are." Robby said, taking full control. Y/N let out the most satisfying-to-ear moan, she wasn't quiet, or too loud. It came from the back of her throat, and it sounded extremely heaven-like to Hawk and Robby.

Robby pushed into her, then stopped, staying in that position. His other large hand moved, using his finger to rub fast circles onto her swollen clit. She let out a quiet whimper. "Oh yeah? Do you like that? You like having my hands all over your pussy, hmm?" He sweet-talked. She moaned once more, "God yes!"

Robby started moving again, but continued to touch and play with her. "Jesus, babe," He panted, "I know I told you to stay quiet but if you keep moaning like that, I don't mind at all." He chuckled.

Y/N's back arched, her ass pressing against Robby's front causing Robby to stop in his tracks, "Oh god."

Y/N looked over at Hawk to make sure he was still well, and all she saw was his eyes on her. Hawk's eyelids were very heavy, and a sluggish smile appeared on his face when his eyes met with her desperate ones.

"Fuck," She moaned, quickly looking away. Eye contact really turned her on and at the moment it felt like too much to handle.

Robby was very thankful that Y/N's pussy was especially wet, his dick slid in and out of her so easily.

He smiled cheekily as he brought his top-half upward as it had been before, his cock shifted deep inside of her, hitting a place it hadn't before. "Shit," She whimpered hopelessly.

"God, baby, I'm so close," Robby whimpered out, his dominant side slowly fading as he felt his cock contract and twitch inside of Y/N. "Me too," She panted. Robby's hands got a firm grip on her hips, repeatedly ramming his dick into her. "Oh yes," She whimpered softly.

Robby chuckled as he struggled to keep his eyes fully open, "You're such a pretty little whore, huh, Y/N?" He degraded, her walls clenching around him. She only moaned as a response.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and it was probably through the roof due to all the pleasure she's being given.

After a matter of seconds, her body felt uselessly limp as she collapsed onto the bed, the only the holding her up was her elbows. Her orgasm hit her like a truck as she let out a loud, drawn-out moanish-scream.

Robby wrapped his hand around her mouth, "Shhh, be quiet," He whispered in her ear. His orgasm came soon after, and luckily for Robby, she was on birth control, and he knew because they had discussed it before they even did any of the foreplay.

Robby came inside her as his whole body shook. He let out a pathetic whimper right in her ear, that would've easily made her come once more if she wasn't coming down from a current high.

"Jesus Christ, you guys are hot together," Hawk said with a large smirk, as Robby looked up still partly out of breath. "But out of the way, pretty boy. It's my turn." The words that seductively left his mouth and the tone he murmured them in gave Y/N shivers down her spine.

Hawk flopped onto the bed next to her, "Ride me, babydoll."

With a smirk, she willingly obeyed, sexily walking over to him. "Okay, baby," She said, throwing her leg around his lap, straddling him completely as one of his hands attached to her ass, while the other roamed around her neck, then using his thumb to tilt up her chin. "That's sir to you." He spat.

She got extreme butterflies and still managed to listen to what he had to say. "Yessir." She responded, grinning deviously.

Hawk quickly rammed his cock into her swollen pussy lips, as her mouth fell open and she threw her head back. "Fuck yes!" She whimpered, her voice shaky. Hawk slowly pulled out of her.

She sank down onto his throbbing dick, and the two let out a derogatory moan. "Fuck yes," Hawk whispered under his breath. Y/N began to roll her hips at a teasingly slow pace. Hawk hissed quietly, the pain and pleasure coming together as one.

His hands teasingly roamed up and down her glorious body, as she rocked her hips back and forth, bouncing every once in a while as Robby sat in the same chair Hawk was in before.

"Baby, I- fuck, that feels so good." She filthily moaned near his ear, before Hawk's muscles contracted. According to his reaction, he must've enjoyed her hushed profanities.

The pleasure the duo was feeling was unbelievably immaculate, as Hawk's hands harshly gripped her ass, probably leaving marks.

"Look at you, such a fucking mess for me. Such a dirty slut you are for me, hmm?" He tormented despitefully, his bitchy tone making her gulp. His words made her clench around him. "God, do that again, sweetie." He moaned, extremely turned on. She listened, clenching around his cock once more. "Shit." He painted.

"Open," Hawk demanded, as Y/N quickly opened her mouth. He used his hand to squeeze her cheeks together, quickly spitting into her mouth. "Swallow." She quickly obeyed.

He grinned sinfully, happy that she had stopped her stubborn ways and actually listened, but little did he know her persistent antics were far from gone. "Good girl," He whispered, his breath just barely tickling her neck.

She pulled him in for a kiss, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session while she continued to repeatedly ride his dick. Hawk pulled away just to smile at her, "You look so fucking hot right now," He said, his eyelids heavy as he stared into her eyes.

"As do you," She responded, looking at him deeply with passion.

It's been said many times before, eye contact really turned her on, but this type of eye contact, which takes place during sex and happens to be exceptionally intense, made her not just turned on, but also made her feel extremely safe. Not that she didn't feel safe in Robby's arms, because she definitely did. And there's no but to that sentence. She fancied them both, quite a bit may I add. Hawk's gorgeous eyes traveled down to her lips, colliding his with hers.

The kiss would've lasted fairly long, if it weren't for Hawk's cock reached deeper spots inside of her, causing her to pull away and gasp. "Oh-oh god," She whimpered desperately. The sound of her whimpers made him simply smirk, knowing that he did that to her and that it was because of him that she was full of clemency.

"Mmm, fuck," He moaned, his page beginning to quicken as he felt his cock twitch inside her, and his climax begins its climb. "I'm close, Y/N." He was ashamed to admit it, because they had only been going for a little while, but he was close to coming. And normally he could last longer, but the sex he was having currently was just superior.

"Fuck," She panted breathlessly, "So am I."

He simpered audaciously. "You gonna come for me like the naughty fucking whore you are, Y/N? Hmm?" Hawk quickly went from sweet and sappy to degrading and despiteful, but you couldn't catch Y/N whining about it. "Yes sir." She answered.

Hawk let out a drawn-out moan, "Ahhhhh fuck, I'm gonna come Y/N, Jesus fucking Christ," He groaned, the hard grip he had on her ass probably leaving bruises and scratches. "Mmm," She hummed, "Shit, me too!"

Her whole body shook as Hawk rested his head on her shoulder, struggling to keep quiet while he endured his high. Hawk mumbled gibberish-sounding profanities. Y/N moaned Hawk's name as if it were a mantra, as he came hard into her swollen cunt. Not long after, she came onto his throbbing cock.

Robby quickly speed-walked to the bathroom, getting a damp washcloth ready for Y/N for when she and Hawk were fully finished.

Once Hawk could finally open his eyes again without seeing stars, he smiled at the girl in front of her, pushing a fallen strand of hair out of her face. "You did so well, babydoll." He comforted, with a kiss on her nose. She smiled sweetly, "Thank you. You were not as bad as I'd thought you'd be," She teased with a smirk. "Hey!"

"I'm kidding, love, I promise." She chuckled, "Now help me get onto this bed of mine, I doubt I'll be able to walk."

Hawk laughed with her, then gently set her down onto her soft bed, getting up himself. Robby walked into the room with the rag as Hawk went to find her toothbrush. Robby carefully wiped down her face, before changing sides and wiping done any extra cum that was left. "Thank you, sweetheart," She said, cupping his face sleepily. "My pleasure darling, you did amazing."

"Wait, Y/N, where's your toothbrush?!" Hawk shouted from the bathroom. "It should be on the counter- Oh, wait! It's all in the cupboard, Jordan moved them when she was cleaning the bathroom." She said, "That little clean freak," She mumbled to herself, but Robby happened to hear. "You aren't any better!" He shouted back as he also walked to the bathroom.

She laughed and shook her head as Hawk approached her with her dull-colored toothbrush in hand. "Okay, sit up, love." He said nicely. She let out a little whimper as she sat up, her muscles hurt.

"You need help?" Hawk offered, hovering his hand near her back to make sure if she fell he could catch her. "No, I'm okay." She argued drowsily, "Thanks, though." She exclaimed with a genuine smile on her face.

Hawk chuckled, "Okay, open." She laughed sneakily, "I'm having extreme deja vu." She joked. "Ha-ha, very funny, but seriously, princess, if you want me to brush your teeth, you're gonna have to cooperate with me."

She nodded, then smiled largely and Hawk started to brush her teeth for her. "Hey, Robby could you find and bring me a cup?" Hawk shouted, knowing that soon she was gonna have to spit.

Robby shouted a 'yeah' back and brought him a cup. Once Hawk had finished brushing her teeth and Robby had finished his business in the restroom, the three had layer together in her bed, the boys on either side of Y/N.

"Y'know, although I won't be able to walk for a week, I really enjoyed that," Y/N admitted, taking a glance at the two around her. Hawk and Robby both nodded their heads in agreement.

"Do you guys wanna keep doing this? But not just sex?" Y/N said, a little worried that they could possibly disagree. Robby smiled, "Y'know, I would like that." He smiled. "Yeah, me too," Hawk said. Y/N smiled sweetly, moving closer to the two boys around her.

She slept pretty well that night, she was extremely tired and I bet having not one, but two genuine boys at her side, probably helped a little bit as well.

♰

When Y/N woke up sleepily, both boys were still in a deep sleep. She carefully got up, it was around 10 am, but also a Saturday so she luckily didn't have many classes that day. It was hard for her to walk, but she knew she was gonna have to so she just decided to push through it. Or at least, try.

She quickly got herself dressed, slipping on her pajamas to go downstairs to get coffee.

Luckily for her and her classmates, the dorms offered coffee and donuts every morning to try and help the young adults so they didn't have to struggle with money if they were, and even if they weren't it was just nice to give them a little treat.

Y/N rubbed her eyes as she limped carefully down the hallway, and saw Jordan sat at the bar table, in their fuzzy pajamas and slippers, happily stuffing their face with a powdered donut. "Y/N!" They exclaimed with a mouthful as soon as they caught the eye of their best friend.

"Hey!" She smiled back, taking a seat next to them. "Where'd you end up staying last night?" She questioned. Jordan seemed to have gotten all excited, "Moon's dorm! Luckily for me, her roommate was visiting home yesterday, so she let me stay there." Jordan explained cheerfully. They were really a morning person, Y/N on the other hand, was not.

"Nice. But did anything... happen?" Y/N asked, hinting toward... well you get what she's hinting toward. "Yes, actually!" Jordan smiled proudly. Jordan before that night hadn't lost their virginity, they were waiting for the right time, and right person, and as soon as they laid eyes on Moon, they knew she was the one.

"That's great! Congrats, dude." Y/N smiled, punching Jordan's shoulder as they looked down bashfully. "Yeah, I'm really happy about it."

It went silent for a few seconds.

"Oh, shit! I totally forgot, I gotta bring Moon back a glazed donut, so I should probably go." Jordan said, quickly getting up, then grabbing a napkin and using that napkin to get a glazed donut.

"Well, good luck! Not that you need it, though." Y/N said. They softly smiled at each other, before Jordan speed-walked away, but only making it halfway before they stopped.

"Love you!" Jordan shouted at Y/N. She chuckled to herself as she shook her head, "Love you too!" Then blew a kiss their way.

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kissme-loverboy · 1 year ago

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~~~~~~A Master List of My Male Reader Stories ~~~~~

Fluff = 🌸 , Smut = 🔥, Will Have Chapters for Both Smut and Fluff = ❤️‍🔥

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A Little Touch of Heaven ~ Male Reader X Wonho, Male Reader X Shownu, Male Reader X Wonho X Shownu 🌸

Whisked Sweetness ~ Male Reader X Dev Patel “Coming Soon” ❤️‍🔥

𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ~ Male Reader X Rafael Silva 🔥

𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ~ Male Reader X Pedro Pascal “Coming Soon” ❤️‍🔥

Eclipsed ~ Male Reader X Changbin “Coming Soon” 🔥

Secrets and Seduction ~ Male Reader X Michael Cimino “Coming Soon” 🔥

Blossoming Connection ~ Male Reader X Bangchan “Coming Soon” 🔥

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Royal Temptations ~ Male Reader X Diego Tinoco “Coming Soon” 🔥

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Stranded Hearts ~ Male Reader X Rome Flynn “Coming Soon” 🔥

Seductive Superior ~ Male Reader X Noah Centineo “Coming Soon” 🔥

All-Star Affection ~ Male Reader X Thomas Weatherall “Coming Soon” ❤️‍🔥

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noirsfantasy · 2 years ago

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🥖Info: she/her, 21 yrs, 20021007, Libra, 5'4, African American

🥖Actors/Singers: Michael B Jordan, John Boyega, Jonathan Majors, Rome Flynn, Lakeith Stanfield, Idris Elba, Vin Diesel, Tupac, Bruno Mars, Chadwick Boseman

🥖Characters: Hobie Brown, Adonis Creed, Damian Anderson, Dominic Toretto, Roman Reigns, Fontaine, Simon Basset, Black Panther/T’challa

🥖K-pop Groups: EXO, SHINee, Monsta X, NCT 127, NCT Dream, BTS, Super M, BIGBANG, Stray Kids

🥯I love to write fluffs, they are just so wholesome. I write smuts as well, but I am still developing my skill in that area. Please bare with me lol. Angst stories are also fun for me to write, so if anyone has requests from any categories, send them my way!

🥯My stories going forward are mostly aimed toward my African American audience. Some will be written in a neutral light, but I want to add more content for my black girlies out here.

🥯Anyone wondering what will happen with my old posts, I will keep them posted. I still like to go back and see what my writing used to look like and I know there are people who enjoy those stories as well. (We stan growth over here!)

🥯Please DO NOT request anything containing incest or pedophilia (I will not write romantically about anyone under the age of 18)

🥯Please don't rush me. Period.

🥯Don't be afraid to talk to me! I'm just a regular person like you. If there is some advice you'd like to give or comments you want to make, I am open to them all. All I ask is that we keep it nice and respectful. You respect me and I'll respect you.

🥯I WILL NOT be tolerating any type of hate or rudeness on this account. (any comments along those lines will be deleted and blocked)

🥯This account is a safe place for readers to unwind and live out fantasies. More specifically, I want this to be a place for black people to be able to see fics made for them. I want to write stories that are more relatable and less stereotypical.

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starboye · 3 months ago

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could you do rome flynn x male reader? where they meet at a movie premiere then they go out for drinks and rome takes the reader to his place and fucks him.

starring: rome flynn x male reader

request: it's above this

warnings: SMUT, alcohol, drunk driving, sucking dick while driving, oral sex, ass eating, fingering, drunk sex, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, male pregnancy mention, teasing, stomach bulge, big dick!rome, cursing

it was really nerve racking seeing as this was your first movie premiere ever and you didn't have any one to help you calm down so you walked the red carpet, the whole time fiddling with your cuff links of the very nice suit you were wearing, but you were shocked to feel rome rest his hand on your back "you okay" he asks still holding a smile for the cameras.

you looked up at the man before shakily answering "no" and you felt yourself get taken from the carpet to the building where the premiere was happening "thank you" you finally breath "no problem, you looked like you were dying out there" he chuckles fixing the creases in your suit a little, you looked at the fine man and could feel yourself get a little hot on the inside.

"let's get you a drink" rome says dragging you to the bar and asking the bartender for two shots of vodka and they deliver the drinks before tending to someone else, rome easily down the shot and you nervously drink it, feeling a little sting to your throat that makes rome laugh a little.

"you want another one" rome asks calling the bartender over once again "yeah *hic* sure" you say already feeling the effects of the alcohol "okay lightweight" rome says undressing you with his eyes and getting the drinks, handing you the drink and once more downing his own, now stinging his throat a little.

you eagerly take down the drink now filled with liquid courage "yeah im so ready to fuckin rock this pre- premiere" you stammer your words a little now somewhat drunk "no you're not" rome chuckles holding your hand to catch you from falling off the stool you sat on, you stood up and walked around the building a little admiring the work while stumbling over your own feet and bumping into people.

rome was apologizing and catching things that you tipped over before catching up to you "nope we can't let you be here all drunk now can we" rome says dragging you back by the hips and spinning you around, you now in his face as his breath fans over your face.

"well then where can we go" you ask leaning into his face a little more, your lips now fading over his "go back to my place" rome smirks "well then lead the way mr save the day" you slur your words a little, rome carries you to his car and puts you in the passenger seat and gets in the driver seat.

on the way home you creep your hand onto romes thigh, rubbing it longingly all the way up to his thigh before moving your hand back "uh uh if you're gonna tease me at least get me ready to fuck you" rome says pulling his pants down to let his dick spring out and pulls your head to slurp on his cock, your head bobbing up and down as you throat all of his dick "yeah all the way down, get it nice and wet to fuck you" rome says pulling into his driveway.

he pulls your mouth off him and gets out the car, you following close behind as you both make it into his house, he immediately grabs your hand and runs you to his room, throwing you on his bed before stripping naked and you doing the same "you ready for daddy to ruin that hole" he asks slapping his dick on his hand "please" you whimper, back arched and face down ass up.

rome leans down and laps at your hole, getting it nice and wet for him as his tongue plunges and explores your depths making you moan into his very nice bed before he leans back up and sucks on his fingers and pushes them into your tightness to open you up for his thickness "please fuck me rome" you plea mixed with a moan "you sure you can take all this" rome asks slapping his dick against your hole.

"yes daddy" you moan "okay" rome says holding onto your hips to hold you steady and pushing into your hole slowly, you moan out, gripping the bed sheets for dear life before pulling away "nuh uh don't fun from it" rome says pulling you back and slamming his thick cock into you, letting out a deep groan in the process "fuckkk you're so fucking tight, gonna have to ruin you so well" rome says.

"please i want more" you beg pulling apart your ass to let rome get deeper in you "so damn eager to get wrecked" rome mutters as he grabs hold of your waist as plows into you, his dick opening you up to more of him as he pushed deeper and deeper in your walls, his hips now moving on there own, and you could feel your climax already approaching "can i cum please" you ask holding the bed to not get pushed forward.

"no we're gonna cum at the same time" rome sternly grunts pushing past your tight walls as he fucks into your good spot more and more making it impossible to hold your cum in but you obeyed his command and held it in "daddy you feel so good" you moan out feeling your eyes roll into the back of your head "you want daddy to fill you up, breed this little fuck hole for you" rome roughly asks slapping your ass making you jolt forward.

"mhm please i want it so badly" you beg, you could feel his dick pulsate in you and soon he spilled his load in you, your stomach beginning to bulge from all the cum "so fuckin good for me right" rome asks letting out husky groans "yes im such a good boy for you" you moan as you let your load out onto the bed, soaking his bed sheets but he was just gonna get the maids to clean them.

rome slowly move back and forth in you for some time, riding his high for as long as possible before finally pulling out of your wrecked hole, the cum spilling out like a fountain "look at all my kids in you, almost enough to get you pregnant" rome jokes making you weakly laugh, you get up but feel rome push you back down "mm mm baby where do you think you're going" rome asks.

"we have to get back to the movie premiere" you explain "no that doesn't start for another hour, so that give me enough time to breed this hole of your till it's enough to get you pregnant for real then we'll go back with my cum leaking out of you, mhm" rome says and you nod in agreement, after that session you went back to the premiere limping and filled to the brim but with a smile on your face.

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b00tyliciousbabe · 9 months ago

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omg i just read your jordan story and let me tell you i’ve been obsessed with the submissive album since november😭😭😭

can i request a story with like a dummy thick male reader, im talking body coca cola, with marcus scribner of rome flynn or like any of your muscled up niggas.

ps: i love your work🫶🏾🫶🏾

GENUINELY! destin just did his thing with that body of work - i am so glad to hear someone agree.

I’m thinking of making some fics inspired by songs (my next one is inspired by flo’s latest single) so we are gonna have some fun with that.

now y’all know i love me some marcus…idc what anybody says, THAT’S MY MANZZZ

i love this idea, imma use it as motivation because that’s my dream bod x

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bed-chemist · 1 year ago

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all-american bitch ★ faceclaims

Liberty Washington

Ryan Destiny

Agent Jordan

Michael B. Jordan (himself: secret service au)

Ellis Washington

Marsai Martin

Agent Idris

Damson Idris (himself: secret service au)

Hudson Washington

Caleb McLaughlin

Agent Flynn

Rome Flynn (himself: secret service au)

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xo-xojj · 3 months ago

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Gossip Girl x Male!oc on Wattpad GoVote!

I will post the chapters on Here Aswell

#male reader #gossip girl #gossip girl x reader #nate archibald #serena van der woodsen #eric van der woodsen #blair waldorf #chuck bass #scream queens #chanel oberlin #emma roberts #rome flynn #dan humphrey #jenny humphrey #oc #male #male oc

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artsninspo · 2 years ago

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Butterflies - VI

Authors Note: Hi, we're back with another chapter from the unreleased drafts. It feels good to clear them out. Hope you all are enjoying the story.

Pairing: Gabriel Maddox (Rome Flynn in HTGAWM) X Reader

Word count: 1.4K

You make it to Gabriel's place as the 911 text requested your presence urgently. Thankfully it's your work from home day and he has a workspace but it’s not what you expected. You enter looking at the seemingly perfect man dressed in his suit and ready to leave. His usual cool confidence has been replaced with panic. His chest is tight and there are veins in his head signalling the stress he feels. He lets out a deep breath shaking his head in silence as he looks down at the little girl with big brown eyes beside him.

“Emmy this is a friend of Daddy’s, YN, she’s going to watch you for me while I go in to work” he bends. Her eyes leave yours and she looks terrified but nods barely moving a muscle still silent.

“Hi Emmy” You smile and wave completely out of your depth. She looks at Gabriel before giving a shy wave and you pray she’s the sweet kind child he speaks of and not a monster because the latter would be the end of your relationship.

“I have to go now” he huffs grabbing his briefcase and you follow him outside his door. Your eyes ask “what the fuck” and his close again out of frustration.

“Emergency motion to have an appeal so now I have to go in and work to make sure the appeal doesn’t go through on behalf of our client.” he says in lawyer speak. He was supposed to be off today.

“Gabe” you sigh and he tenses again looking down at you with earnest eyes.

“I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you I promise” G whispers kissing your forehead. You say nothing more, letting it go and heading into his place. His daughter looks at you with her fathers eyes standing absolutely still. You smile in her direction.

“I have work to do but how about we sit here and you can watch a movie?” You ask while sitting on the couch with your laptop and she follows.

“What do you want to watch?” You ask and she doesn’t change her expression. “You can choose whatever you like or we can watch my favourite?” You offer and she nods nervously. She sits still watching it while you work until you make her a snack that she eats without complaint unlike any other child you’ve ever seen.

“What do you do for fun?” You ask only to get another blank stare.

“Let’s go for lunch?” You offer closing your laptop and she smiles. She takes your hand and you drive his flashy car. You’re surprised when she buckles herself in with expertise. Emmy continues sitting in silence but her big eyes don’t miss a thing. You hope it’s not an act and are surprised when she doesn’t want traditional fast food. Instead she readily eats the same burrito as you with all the vegetable content.

“Did you like it?” You ask and she nods looking around the food court. “Drink some juice that was a lot” you tell her and she listens without protest. You wonder what her little voice sounds like and if she’s this quiet with Gabriel. Your thoughts are interrupted by a phone call from him.

You hand the phone to Emmyy who smiles when she sees her father.

“Hey cutie pie. Having fun?” He asks and she nods. “That’s good baby girl, is it lunchtime? What did you have?” He asks. Her eyes look at me.

“A burrito” I tell her and she looks back at her dad.

“A burrito” she says just above a whisper.

“Was it good?” He asks and she nods, holding two thumbs up. “I’m gonna get home as soon as I can, okay? I’m sorry today didn’t go as planned” he says, taking accountability for circumstances above him.

“It’s okay,” she whispers with an indifferent expression.

“I’ll make it up to you and I love you Emmy” he tells her. “I’ll talk to you later princess, can you give YN the phone?” G asks and she nods, handing you the phone. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, she’s a sweetheart. No trouble at all” you smile looking at her and she blushes just a touch.

“Thank you, I know you didn’t sign up for this and you have your own career. I really appreciate it YN. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome” you tell him and he sighs. “Don’t worry about us, just finish up your lawyer stuff. We’re okay, I promise. Emmy wants you with her before dinner” you smile winking at her.

“Alright, thanks again. Love you ladies” he says as you hang up feeling like it's time to end things.

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Emmy’s elated the moment her father walks in. She beams, giving him a hug and he picks her up, handing her a stuffed animal and kissing her cheeks. You get your things and stop the PDA for Emmy’s sake when he comes in for a kiss. Gabriel looks at you a little slighted before he follows your eyes to his observant daughter.

“I’m going to get going” you comment, giving him a hug instead.

“YN” he reasons as you pull away.

“It was nice to meet you Emmy, goodbye” you smile and she waves.

“Thank you” she speaks to you finally and it makes you take a moment.

“You’re welcome sweetheart” you stand after giving her a high five.

Work takes over the next few days and Gabriel spends time getting settled with Emmy. Fatherhood takes precedent over the relationship. It’s why you don’t date men with kids. You could never expect your relationship to come before their obligation to their children. Most men aren’t good at multitasking. Not to mention he’s upset you don’t want to do dinner with Emmy and his mom. It’s just you don’t think it’s fair to Emmy to take her fathers attention when she clearly needs it. Or that you should get attached or emotionally invested in the family dynamics especially when it’s clear that there’s been some damage there. Emmy needs help, at five children should be happy and expressive, not terrified to express themselves. Heading out for your midday walk you find Gabriel about to knock at your door with lunch in hand.

“Hey” you gasp out of surprise after stepping back.

“Hey, can we talk?” He asks and you nod, taking off your sneakers and heading to the living room. He unbuttons his suit before he sits. His handsomeness isn’t something you’ve managed to get used to. But his charm is off right now and he seems rattled. He gets his food out, readying his chopsticks with laser focus before sighing and sitting back.

“I hate that we’re not talking or seeing each other,'' he says plainly. “I’m miserable about it and now I’m pissed that you’re fine” he says.. He’s pissed but there’s no aggression as he chews.

“Pissed?” you ask, opening the container of food feeling safe still in his presence.

“Tip of the iceberg” he comments with his mouthful. “I know you’re not happy either but I can’t fix that if you don’t tell me how you feel” he adds.

“Emmy needs a lot of work,” you confess. “That’s not a judgement, just an observation. She’s quiet because she’s afraid to say or do the wrong thing. She tries to make herself small and invisible and she’s just a kid. You’re her father Gabriel that should be your focus and not me” you tell him and he stops eating and swallows before clenching his jaw. Now he’s offended and you feel the energy shift.

“You’re judging me” he comments. “Like I can’t do two things at once?” He snaps and it takes you aback. It’s a first.

“If she was my daughter I wouldn’t be worried about a relationship right now” you tell him honestly and he looks at you like you’re unbelievable.

“She drew you pictures for the next time she sees you, she told her psychologist about the show you let her watch, it’s what we watch now, she likes you. When she sees me on the phone she lights up when it is you. You’re both of our friends is what she says. So don’t imply that I’m causing my daughter distress” he articulates plainly.

“I told you from the beginning this would be much easier for me if we were friends.” you tell him.

“You have no idea the week I’ve had. I don’t fucking need this too.” He snaps getting up, he puts his food in its bag buttoning you his suit and getting on his shoes. Your heart says be a good girlfriend, your pride lets him go. You take a deep breath not allowing tears and try business as usual setting out on your walk.

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rogermeddowsx · 2 years ago

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office parties suck part 10

word count : 1.9k

contains : tw slight mention of sa

author’s note : happy 3 years of office parties suck! i know it's been a year since the last part but it was a toughie. now it's a goodie though so i hope you enjoy this part and enjoy as ops gets cheerier...maybe ;)

part nine is here if you need to catch up x

“He what?”

Ben lurches forward, grabbing your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. He’s clever in doing this. His once light green eyes have turned deep and dark, the boring stare encouraging you to continue.

“It happened a while ago, before I met you,” you say, feeling Ben’s thumb slowly caressing your cheek. “It wasn’t as bad as you think.”

“I’m hoping not because my mind is going wild.”

Ben is calmer than you thought he was going to be. Not only does he have a temper but since you’ve been together, he’s become insanely protective of you. In this moment however, he knows it’s important for him to stay calm, and let you talk.

“He worked for my manager, when I was signed. I didn’t know him too well but he made me…”

Your breath hitches. Then, you shake your head dismissively.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” You shuffle down into the bedcovers, rearranging your head on the pillow to make yourself comfortable, then close your eyes. Ben hasn’t moved and you can feel his stare boring into your skin. After a minute, you pry open your eyes to find your assumptions correct. He’s still in the same position you left him in, eyes glossy from not blinking. Your hand reaches forward to take his. He meets your gaze.

“It matters to me.”

The words seem so easily said from his lips. You take his face in your hands and place a tender kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Ben.” You whisper when you pull away. “Like, really love you.”

“Then tell me.” He whispers back. “If not for you or me, but for Holly.”

That sneaky little guilt-tripper.

—

‘You’re young. You’re somewhat pretty. You know what you’re doing. You’ve got this.’ You tell yourself as you walk into, well, the rest of your life.

The building in front of you looms over, creating a shadow over what would have been a sunny day. You’d been flown into LA that morning, so jet lag was really starting to get to you. The company building was cylindrical and had a 12 foot spike on the roof that you were wishing you could impale yourself on. Despite the 4 cups of coffee you’d had in just the past hour starting to make your stomach cramp, you picked up your guitar in its case from beside you, and lugged it into Illuminate Records.

—

“Hi, I have a meeting with Noah Miller.” You say confidently, trying to hide that you were hoping the receptionist couldn’t see you wriggling around uncomfortably as your bladder screamed at you. Really shouldn’t have had those coffee’s.

Victoria told you to act confident and like you belonged there even if you didn’t feel it. Which you really didn’t right now. So you wore deep black sunglasses and your favourite ‘model off duty-esk’ outfit. Was it totally lame to wear a Led Zeppelin tee while having a meeting with your new record label? The sudden wave of anxiety over your outfit was overlooked as the man you assumed to be Noah Miller walked into the foyer.

He was tall. Very tall. Dark-skinned, muscular. His tight fitted t-shirt hugged all the right places, and his dark, tailored slacks sat tightly around his waist. He was young, around mid twenties and unbelievably handsome.

“Hi, are you my 1 o’clock?” He said, in a casual American accent.

“I assume so?” You respond, blushing. You were not going to get any work done around this man. You knew that already.

“Come this way, 1 o’clock.”

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6 months later.

You’re almost 20. This should’ve been your big break. Instead you’re sitting in Noah Miller’s hotel room, on the edge of his bed with your makeup streaking down your face.

“1 o’clock, it was a mistake. A silly one at that but we can come back from this. We worked too hard to go home now.”

Noah stands over you, placing his large hands on your shoulder. His thumb caresses your skin. If he was anyone else at any other time, you’d forget about the tears rolling down your cheeks and you’d kiss him. But the looming memory of 2o minutes ago hangs over you and out of pure embarrassment, you decide kissing him probably would not be the best idea.

“Look,” Noah says, grabbing your chin up towards him, so you’re forced to look upwards, “every performer gets stage fright. You’ve just got to push through it.”

Tonight was your debut performance on a late night talk show, to promote the album you’d spent the last 6 months writing. You weren’t famous, barely anyone knew who you were but there was a slight buzz surrounding the newest signing to Noah Miller’s record label. Right about now, you were meant to be on stage, performing your debut single but you chickened out. You ran straight back to Noah’s hotel room and sat outside the door, in tears, until he followed you from the TV studio.

“I can’t do this, Noah.”

He crouches down so that he’s level with you on the edge of the bed, balancing himself with his hands either side of you. The veins in his arm twitch every time he shuffles his feet to reposition himself. You notice this, because you cannot bring yourself to look at him, the closeness between you two causing your breath to fasten.

“Hey, you absolutely can do this.”

In the past 6 months, yourself and Noah had grown to be more like friends than boss and employee, with countless nights spent in his penthouse, playing him the songs you had written in the studio that day. Your favourite day in LA so far had been rushing to his penthouse immediately from the studio, bounding through the door to find him in pajama bottoms only, a takeout box of Chinese in his hand, and Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers.

“Noah! You have to listen to this song we wrote today. Best one yet, if I do say so myself.” You say, in a jokingly cocky voice, connecting your phone to his bluetooth speaker, without asking.

“Hey 1 o’clock,” he laughs, holding out his takeout box, “want some?”

“Absolutely.” You take a mouthful and press play on the future hit you’d just written. You hoist yourself up onto his counter, still chewing.

Noah only shakes his head, like your being in his kitchen is a completely normal ordeal. As your voice silkily plays, you look out onto his penthouse. You’d been here countless times, but never this casually. 2 walls out of four were glass panes, floor to ceiling, overlooking the city. Noah only ever had dim lights on at night, so the majority of the room was filled with the light of the rooms in the skyscraper across the street. He lived a minimalist lifestyle, meaning there was little to no character in the big open plan space. There was something about being there and bringing some laughter to a room that had probably never heard any that lit up your heart. Noah’s too. As the song built, the box of Chinese had made its way into your hands, Noah stood opposite you, hands resting on the counter he leant against. His eyes had fluttered shut and his head bopped to the beat as he absorbed the sweet sound of your voice in the demo. It got to the bridge before you started singing along, breaking free from the constraints you’d given yourself before to let him fully listen. You jumped down from the counter, leaving the food next to you, and lurched forward to grab Noah’s hands. He opened his eyes when your fingers connected, as you dragged him into the middle of the room, your faces illuminated by the lights of the city and you started dancing. Jumping around as you sang, and Noah, formally stiff, business Noah, letting go and enjoying you as you flung both yours and his arms around. When the song lulled to an end, he grabbed your face and kissed you, hungrily. Taken aback as you were, you gave into the kiss, allowing it to go on for only a few minutes. You pulled away sheepishly.

“The song is amazing, 1 o’clock.” Noah said nothing else as he walked back to the counter, where he finished the rest of the food.

The two of you had never spoken again about that night, not out of awkwardness, but just because there wasn’t a need to. It was the start of the change in your boss-employee to friends relationship though.

The memory allowed you to look down into his eyes, brown, and boring into yours. He leant forward into your space, and closed the distance between you.

It didn’t feel right, though.

You could feel the wetness of your cheeks, as his skin moved against yours.

“Noah, we shouldn’t.” You managed to whisper against his lips.

He only pushed your back against the bed, forcing you to lie down. He suddenly seemed so overpowering as he hovered over you on the bed. The muscles you’d once found sexy, you were afraid of.

“Noah, really.” You pushed against his shoulders gently, hoping he’d get the hint.

“Darling, you’ve just cost me. You’ve no idea of the press we’ll have to do now. Don’t you want to make it up to me?”

His eyes darken as you shake your head ‘no’ and try to wriggle your way out of his grip on your wrists. He pins them above your head.

“1 o’clock…”

“Noah, please. I don’t want to.”

He kisses you again, despite your pleas.

“Noah. I said no.” You say, as his lips get to your neck. You muster as much strength it takes to push him off you and you leave him, his hotel and LA.

Later that week, you were back with Miles and it was like nothing had happened. Except for the fading bruises on your hip from where you were held down. But that was a minor detail.

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You tell Ben every detail. Leaving out the first kiss you and Noah had shared. That memory hadn’t been tainted for you yet. You wanted to remember Noah like that.

“So this is why you were kicked off the label?” Is Ben’s response to that story.

“Kicked off, left, quit. All the same thing.” You wave it off, actually making yourself comfortable enough for sleeping, but Ben isn’t finished.

“It’s not the same thing. If he fired you because you wouldn’t sleep with him then we can fight that. You could go back to doing what you love.”

“I don’t love it though. I loved making music sure but the actual performing part? No, thanks.”

“So you could be a writer. You could write for other people.”

“Noah would make sure I’d never get a job anywhere.”

Ben says nothing, and hugs you instead. While nestled in the crook of your neck he says,

“I need to go home.” When he feels you tense he continues, “I love you. But my sister, she’s with that guy, right now. I’m sorry, Darling, do you mind if I go home?”

You shake your head, and watch as he starts to pack up the things he’d only just put away.

“I’ll call you when I’m home.” He says, halfway out the door. “I love you.”

He’s gone. And you’re alone.

authors note : and there you have it. part 10!! i don't know if it makes a difference to anyone but i imagine noah as rome flynn not sure why haha and i was listening to treacherous by queen taylor so thats the song i imagined reader to have written. okay love u all <3

#office parties suck #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy fic #olivia writes things #film #bohemian rhapsody #office parties suck part 10 #part 10 #rome flynn

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