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captainsarahscratches · 1 year ago

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Assistance Pt. 2

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part 2, requested, reader and Kenny have started to develop a fwb relationship, but things get complicated as the two are put into a complicated storyline.

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TW: Lil’ bit angsty, jealousy, fwb relationship, explicit sexual content, SMUT, also this is very long

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Three months had gone by since that night. It was now a regular occurance for you and Kenny to sleep together every few days or so. It started out as a secret, something the two of you found fun, a more... interactive, way to decompress from life and work. You both knew it was only a carnal attraction and that neither one of you have ever mentioned the potential of actually having a relationship together. Although, you couldn’t help your mind from wandering into the world where you and Kenny were public and in a real relationship. You wanted more. Hell, you wanted more that night in the hotel, but you knew he didn’t. You decided early on to accept the nature of the two of you, and hope it wouldn’t end for a long time.

Meanwhile, you started to gain a bit of momentum with AEW fans, which you were ecstatic about. Kenny, he was more proud than anyone, not that he would ever admit it, but he was. He had offered multiple times to train you and give pointers, but you denied him each time. You were certain that it would only further complicate the nature of your relationship. So, you went to a few old friends for advice instead. Before AEW, you had a few spots on WWE but were mainly shoved in the back behind the typical highlighted female wrestlers. However, you always kept your friendships close.

Jon and Claudio were like big brothers to you. The report between you and them was always jovial but supportive. When you asked the two of them to help with some pointers in the ring, they were more than happy to help. You of course were friends with Rene as well. She always asked you if you would go and propose a storyline to Tony and guys. "What about Kenny?" she asked

"What about him?" you felt yourself get a little flustered and afraid that she knew about you and him. "I bet you, he would listen and get you a new story line, better than just a run in or a mixed tag with Jon." "Maybe, but I don't want to ask him for anything like that. Just feels weird." "Why? He's literally always saying to feel comfortable to come to him or the Bucks about that kind of thing. That's kinda his job, here come with me."

She grabbed you by the wrist and took you towards Tony's office, knowing they were about to get done with a preshow meeting. "Kenny! Hey, y/n here won't ask, so I am going to do it. She's been busting her ass and getting more and more over with the fans. I think she needs a full storyline, put her with Jon or something."

Kenny has a smirk on his face, looking down at you and before he could speak Tony comes from behind him. "Well, perfect! We just were talking about new lines, and we wanted to put you with the Elite, but we can do BCC. Hell, we can even do a build up. Fans are already pushing for you to get with Kenny or Yuta, so thats perfect."

You and Kenny both look at him, "What??" Your face is red, and Kenny starts to say thats not what they talked about. "I know, I know, but look we put you with the BCC, play up the part that you and Jon and Claudio have known each other forever. Then you and Yuta get together later on. Gives it like a badass couple thing."

Kenny looks at you, and back at Tony, "So what do you think? I know that's kinda loose, but i like it better than my original idea. I was just going to have you be with the Elite, but I like this better."

"I love it, thank you!" You say excitedly and Looking over to Kenny, "You're okay with being in a romance line with Yuta??" he asks. "I mean. yeah. I dont really have a problem with that.' "Oh really?"

Renee and Tony look on awkwardly, you don't even understand that Kenny's a little hurt by the way you saw no problem with the story line. You look at him confused and he holds back the urge to say something. But he swallows his pride and glances at Tony, "Cool, thats fine with me too. Just don't fall for Yuta." Another awkward silence falls upon the room.

"Heh, okay... Will do my best" you awkwardly laugh off. Kenny looks at his phone and quickly makes an excuse to leave. You start to walk away with Renee, "Well that was weird, but Yay!! You've got some screen time now. And I'll make sure that Jon doesn't take the spotlight, you know he loves to talk." she laughs. "Yeah it will be fun, I just need to get with Wheeler and see how we want to play this out."

"And Kenny," Renee interjects

"What? you reply

"You need to meet with Kenny too, to see how they want to do the whole cat and mouse thing. Tony said they're planning the whole love triangle thing out right? So you need to meet with Ken too." "Oh Yeah, thats true"

"soo... are we just not going to address how Kenny seemed upset that you chose a story line with Wheeler over him?" blushing you say "oh please he's not hurt. He has a big enough ego to keep him safe from falling off a mountain." you laugh

"Oh do I? Well if my ego isn't too big for you, maybe you can make some time and talk about how we're supposed like I would actually want something to do with you in the first place." he said irritated, "Ken, hey, that's not cool" Renee came to your defense. You couldn't think of anything to say as you were holding back tears from his comment. "I- Im just going to go back to the room. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"you dont have to be a dick to her to get her to like her, You're not twelve" Renee told kenny as you walked away. "You don't know what you're talking about" "I think I do, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this. Jist go tell that poor girl that you Like Like her and maybe she'll eat lunch with you tomorrow in the cafeteria." He looked at her in silence, "You're a grown man, just ask her out. And as for the Yuta line, its our job and you know that. Dont make her give up a great opportunity just because you cant step to plate. This is why I -"

"What if I've already messed it up?" she looked confused, "What if I've already given her the idea that I don't want anything to do with her?" He looked at Renee, angry but at himself and looking for real advice. "Then I'd go talk to her, without being a dick, and tell her what you actually want. Oh, and stop with the whole Friends with Benefits bullshit, neither one of you are the type anyway." Kenny had a shocked look on his face, "Dude, its glaringly obvious... We all stay in the same hotels, and you're not as sneaky as you think. Especially y/n, I love her but she cant lie worth shit. I ran into her once and she said she was going for a walk... It was almost one in the morning and we were in Downtown Detroit... Look just go and hope that she still even wants your ass after that stunt."

Kenny quickly left and git his things to meet you at the hotel. You had separate rooms but they were adjoining this time. It made things easier, though apparently it didn't make it more secretive. Kenny checked into his room, and looked in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. He had stopped by drug store on the way to the hotel to buy you flowers, they were beat up but he thought they were still nice. As he was getting up the nerve to knock at your door he could hear the muffled sound of you crying.

You were on the phone, explaining to the other line that you were stupid to think that there was even a chance. He could hear the words, 'I hate. I even let myself get this close to him.' The sentence crushed him, he never wanted to make you feel this way. He never honestly thought that you wanted any more either. In the moment, he wanted to walk away, but his hand continued to knock on the door. He immediately regretted the action as he heard ypu abruptly end the call.

"Ken?" He heard you timidly say towards the door. He stood silent. "Kenny? ... Tyson?" He could hear your steps towards the door and befor he could back away you were face to face. "Uh, hi" He said. You stood silent.

"Look, I'm really sorry Y/N. I was an ass, a huge fucking dick. I- I just I dont like the idea of you being with someone else..." The air felt thick around and the silence was deafening. "I got you these, I know it doesn't make it better. I just, I'm sorry. You're beautiful and smart and funny and kind and I just dont like the idea of sharing you even if its just a story line, you're mine and i Just dont-"

"I'm yours?" You questioned quietly, tears still in your eyes. He looked up sheepishly, and stammered "Not minelike I own you or something, Like you're my girl. Well, not like my girlfriend because i knoe you just want a casual thing...Which is fine, but i Dont know just maybe like I think about being.."

"Ken-"

"... that maybe we could. its stupid forget it sorry."

"Tys-"

" My point is to do the Yuta line and I'll stop being a dick, and I'm sorry."

A moment passes,

"I never said I wanted casual, i thought you did."

"Well, I thought I did at first but the more I think about I dont want anyone else but you. And when Tony said that he was going to put you with Wheeler, the thought of you in his arms pissed me off and I apparently just decided to show my ass. Im sorry"

"It's just the job though,"

"And I know that, and I have done enough of this shit that shoulf be able to separate it from reality, but it just hit me wrong."

"What if we weren't casual?"

He smirked slightly to himself, "Would you being willing to have me after tonight?"

"Oh you definitely have been an ass tonight, and your dumbass made me cry. Which I'm never forgiving by the way, but I like your dumbass. Its one of my favorite parts of you. I lo- I really care about you Kenny. but you cant stunt my career because we have something together."

"I know that, and I never intended to do so. And I- fuck it, Y/N I dont want this, us, to be a casual thing anymore. I want you, I want to be with you. I want to go to bed with you, wake you to you and be with you every day. I don't want to sneak around anymore. I just, I love you damnit and I don't want anyone else thinking they can have you. Y/N will you go ou-"

You reach up and kissed him passionately, your arms around his neck. Deepening the kiss.

Your passion was quickly reciprocated as Kenny cupped your face, kissing you harder and leading you further into the room.

In seconds, the back of your knees hit the bed. Without hesitation, Kenny sweeps you up from under you and lays you on the center of the bed without ever breaking away from your lips. You feel his hands sliding up your thighs and under your shirt. He quickly finds your bare breast and kneeds the soft mound briefly before removing your shirt entirely. Hes quick to connect his mouth to your chest, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nipples, making sure to leave a mark. You hiss at the pain but he breaks away to look you in the eye, "I know, but I need to make sure everyone knows your mine"

Your legs wrapped around his body as he towers over you giving him the prime opportunity to slip his hands downward and strip you of your shorts.

"God i love when you dont wear panties" He starts to space words apart with kisses on your body, leading to your core. "almost. As Much. As I Love. This. Perfect. Little. Pussy. Right. Here."

You instantly moan, as you feel hes his tongue swipe and circle over your clit. He moans against you causing the an soft vibration where you need it most. "Fuck Ken- God, Right there" You entangle your hands in his hair, pressing him deeper into you. "Fuckkk, Tyson..." You feel his fingers plunge into your pussy, instantly hooking them to hit the deep spot inside you. It never mattered what the situation was, he always knew exactly what and where you needed it most. He could feel you already starting to grip his fingers, when he looks up at you, his blue eyes darkened with lust, his beard scratching along your skin. "Cum for me baby, let me hear you. I want to taste how good I make you feel."

With that you cam undone, moan loudly, screaming his name, you hands clutching the sheets, legs writhing under his weight. But he didn't stop, Kenny kept going until you were babling nonsense before he even took his cock out. Muttering to yourself, trying to catch your breath, he stands, face dripping with your cum and a proud smirk across his face. He rids himself of his pants, his cock springing fre only to immediately be caught by his hand, stoking himself feverishly.

"Fuck y/n look at you. You're fucking perfect, so beautiful when you're cock drunk, and I haven't even fucked you yet. Leaning over you to look you in the eyes, tiling your chin in his direction. He gruffly says, "You're absolutely perfect, and you're mine. No one else gets to have you like I do, and no one can satisfy me like you do. So, I'm going to show you why no one can ever satisfy you like I can."

#Kenny Omega #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega smut #aew smut #aew fanfiction #the elite #matt jackson #Nick Jackson #adam cole #Adam Page

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jihyocentric · 2 years ago

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an update on fwb!jeonghyo before i go to sleep. mostly dedicated to @darlinghyo, hoping to make you become a jeonghyo enthusiast!

"how do i look?"

jihyo steps out of the bathroom, getting jeongyeon's attention. jeongyeon had been waiting for her for at least an hour while jihyo decided what she'd wear for the night. jihyo always took ages to get ready, so jeongyeon just accepted that they'd be late no matter how early she had told jihyo that they'd be going out.

without even looking at jihyo, jeongyeon replied. "ugly. go change it."

"look at me!" jihyo whined. "if you want me to be your girlfriend for the night, at least treat me like one."

jeongyeon sighed, lifting her eyes away from the phone in her hands. she was certainly surprised by what she saw. jihyo put a lot of effort on looking pretty, although she didn't need to, she was beautiful with or without the amount of makeup on her face and that dress of which hugged her body and all of its curves. jeongyeon remembers saying that jihyo should do her best because she wanted to impress her colleagues from work earlier, but jihyo certainly surpassed her expectations.

"you're hot." jeongyeon says, getting up from the bed. "are you trying to become my girlfriend for real, miss park?" she walks towards jihyo, holding the younger's hips when she reaches her.

jihyo is tempted to kiss her, but then she'd have to fix her makeup and they were already short in time. "w-weren't you the one complaining about us being late?"

at that, jeongyeon seemingly reminds that they were supposed to be going out to have dinner with the people from work. it makes her inch away, just barely. jihyo manages to escape from jeongyeon's claws, just because it was an important dinner that jeongyeon had to attend. or else she'd be already naked, writhing under jeongyeon until the older thinks it's enough — and, from what jihyo has experienced, that would take hours. it's not as if she didn't want it, but jihyo didn't spend hours getting ready just for jeongyeon to ruin her look in seconds. so she decided to be the responsible one, placing a hand over jeongyeon's shoulders to prevent her from getting any closer.

jeongyeon sighs, disappointed. "you're right. we should get going."

"why do we have to play pretend anyway?" jihyo asks, fixing jeongyeon's tie. once again, jeongyeon wore the suit that made jihyo wet to her thighs.

"everybody at the company has a girlfriend or is married." jeongyeon explains. "don't wanna be an outcast. besides, it's not like we're really lying. we fuck almost every night, that should be enough to call you my partner."

"the way you say it is disgusting." jihyo slaps jeongyeon's shoulder, then pouts. "i'd rather be your wife then. it would be more exciting to pretend we're married."

"maybe in a few years you can be. no need to pretend." jeongyeon says, laughing a little when she does. jihyo blinks, surprised by jeongyeon's answer. as if she hadn't said something that could potentially change the way they perceive their relationship, jeongyeon adds: "come on, you need to be my girlfriend for tonight."

jihyo decides she will think about what jeongyeon said later. they've always been playful about their friendship with benefits, dangerously so, but now that she thinks about what jeongyeon said, they really don't look like just friends anymore. jihyo is guilty of asking jeongyeon to stop flirting with other girls, she admits that and recognizes that she might be a little possessive of something that is not really hers. she's guilty of treating jeongyeon like her own, like her partner. but they weren't girlfriends... yet. or at all.

still, she does her best to impress jeongyeon's friends while they're out, holding jeongyeon's hand and acting like the clingy, lovely girlfriend that anyone would ask for, almost falling on her own trap in the process. it feels nice, jihyo thinks, being able to act like jeongyeon's girlfriend, and it feels more natural than she would've thought. jihyo decides then that she should even demand for something in return for her good acting, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

when they arrive home it doesn't take two seconds before jihyo finds herself getting lifted from the ground. jeongyeon doesn't say anything, just takes jihyo to her lap and goes to her bedroom, placing her on the bed before moving away just a little, so she could loosen her tie up.

"you should pay me back for tonight." jihyo says, nosily, already charging jeongyeon for her services.

jeongyeon moves her fingers to her own shirt, ready to open it up. "i'm planning to do so."

jihyo stops her before she could open the buttons of her shirt. "then let's do it my way." she takes her dress off, showing jeongyeon that she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath. "i get naked, you stay with your clothes on."

"you have a thing for this suit, huh?" jeongyeon teased, but her eyes didn't meet jihyo's, too busy looking at her bare chest.

"and you have a thing for my tits." jihyo retorts, holding jeongyeon's head to get her attention away from her chest. "go wear the strap. and leave your pants on."

"alright ma'am." jeongyeon complies, getting up from the bed. she searches for it in her wardrobe, getting the medium sized dildo to place in the harness.

jihyo notices jeongyeon picked the one they use every other day, but that's not what she wants. "no! get the thickest one."

"you couldn't take it last time." jeongyeon says, pulling her pants down so she could wear the harness.

"i'll take it now. i'm ready!" jihyo says. "and you owe me this." she adds, convincingly.

jeongyeon grants to her wish, giving in to her slight manipulation. deep down, she knew jihyo would struggle to take something that big and she was mean enough to want to see it. so she wears the strap, and then, as jihyo had asked, pulls her pants up so she's fully dressed again. jihyo calls her, spreading her legs just enough to give jeongyeon space to settle between them, after removing her wet panties. they'd have no use there anyway.

jeongyeon likes jihyo like that, truthfully. not showing any signs of dominance and clearly needy for her touch. she liked it when jihyo was on top, but something about her best friend, daddy's good girl, top student of her class, the same one who refused to even kiss her in the mouth months ago when they became... closer, now spreading her legs for her, waiting to be filled, made jeongyeon feel the most turned on.

jeongyeon leans closer, lips almost touching jihyo's. she guides two fingers to jihyo's core, rubbing her clit and folds to spread the wetness and then dipping her fingers inside, making the younger gasp. "must stretch you up nicely."

"just fill me up already," jihyo whines, her walls squeezing jeongyeon's fingers.

"but i am filling you up." the older teases, fingers working diligently on preparing jihyo for the strap.

"need something bigger," jihyo huff out, sneakily opening the zipper of jeongyeon's pants. she manages to take the shaft out, and now that she looks at it again, she's not sure if she can really take it. but jihyo is stubborn, and she won't give up until that thing is buried deep inside her.

jeongyeon tries to be slow, replacing jihyo's hand with hers and brushing the shaft against her soaked folds to lubricate the shaft. she starts with the tip, sliding it inside with a bit of effort. jihyo was tight, but the effort paid off when she got to see the younger's flushed face. jeongyeon pushed it further in, watching jihyo's reactions as she buried the shaft inside, inch after inch, with a big grin on her face because jihyo clearly struggles to take it but decides to play it cool, for the sake of her pride.

"feels nice," jihyo tells her, whimpering at the light brushes of jeongyeon's thumb on her clit. "god, you're so deep." she whines, clenching around the toy. jeongyeon couldn't feel it but she just knew jihyo was clamping hard around the silicon cock. jihyo grabs jeongyeon's tie and brings her face closer. "fuck me, yoo jeongyeon. don't just stare."

"any other requests?" jeongyeon asks, starting to move her hips.

"actually, i..." jihyo starts, but then she stops talking when jeongyeon gets rougher.

it is all jihyo wants. jeongyeon knows just how to make her weak, pressing her against the bed and diving deep with each thrust, making her gush around the shaft and whine, looking ridiculous to the old jihyo who would never accept being in such a vulnerable position. but there she was now, taking jeongyeon's largest dildo and almost crying at the intense stretch — but loving every second of it.

jihyo can't help but grab jeongyeon's suit as she feels closer to the edge, taking advantage on the position to kiss jeongyeon, moaning into her mouth. "faster," she demands.

jeongyeon pulls away from the kiss, kneeling on the bed so she'd get a better angle. she licks her lips when she notices just how much that dildo stretched jihyo up, splitting her apart really. jihyo grabs her own tits, making a show of squeezing them and pinching her nipples while jeongyeon pounds into her, and it's not long until she comes abruptly, pushing jeongyeon away so the shaft get pulled out and she squirts, eyes rolling back and chest heaving.

"was it that good?" jeongyeon coos, caressing jihyo's legs to calm her down.

"so good." jihyo answers mindlessly, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat from all the effort she had done. "want more."

jeongyeon doesn't know until how long jihyo's knees will be able to support her body but she still rolls jihyo over and makes her get on her fours. she was a fan of the view, and jihyo got more submissive when her ass was bright red. that might be jihyo's payment for being jeongyeon's companion for the night, but jeongyeon felt like she was the one getting paid off.

when it's almost daytime again, both of them fall weak on the bed, sweaty and bare. the sheets were wet, victims of their hours of wonderful sex that was no good for them as college students, who had to wake up early to attend to class. there was no way jihyo would be able to go, she was too sore and she doubted she'd be able to walk in the next hours, and jeongyeon's thighs burned and hurt from all the pounding against jihyo's body.

"i hope you're happy with your payment because i don't think i can move anymore." jeongyeon tells jihyo, her breathing still unsteady, voice cracking up.

jihyo laughs, despite not feeling her legs and being way worse than jeongyeon. she touches the harness around jeongyeon's hip, ignoring the dildo coated in her own cum. "take this off and cuddle me."

jeongyeon does her best trying to take it off without having to move around too much, wincing in pain every other time. "i've never been so destroyed after sex."

"i'll take that as a compliment." jihyo giggles, laying her head on jeongyeon's shoulder. the silence is good, and they're both able to fall asleep quickly, too exhausted to keep awake.

#drabble #jeongyeon #jihyo #jeonghyo #fwb!jeonghyo #non rq

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delightfms · 3 months ago

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[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { daphne lockhart } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { she} is/are ? they kind of look like { jessica alexander } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { twenty nine } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { ten years }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { sophie sheridan } from { mamma mia }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { seaglass bed and breakfast } as the { owner }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { magnet} of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { flighty } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { gentle} to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { two bedroom } apartment beside me over in { sunny shores }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! { jules. 27. she/her. central. } - alyssa lockhart sibling connection

quick stats

name: daphne lockhart nickname(s): daph, di, blue (by her fam) gender: cis-female pronouns: she/her age: twenty nine dob: february 24 pob: california orientation: bisexual

background: (tw for death mention)

daphne grew up the oldest of the lockhart siblings. growing up was typically easy. the siblings all got along rather well minus the small fights they'd get in over the dumbest things.

while growing up, seemingly out of nowhere, their father up and left behind his wife and the kids. daphne tried to remain optimistic, hoping maybe he would come back but it became apparent after a while that wasn't going to happen. soon-after, she gained word that her father got remarried and brought her now step sibling into the mix. daph and her siblings did not react well to this in the beginning. she still catches herself with a bad inward attitude towards her "new family" but she would never let them know that.

as the girl got older, she and her mother became super close. she considered her mom one of her best friends and they really did end up taking on the world together along with her siblings.

daph later decided that she was determined to move and make her dream a reality. she ended up moving to palmview when she was 19. getting a job at the local bnb and really befriending the old couple who owned it. later on, they ended up passing the bnb on to daphne. they saw the potential in daph and believed she could take the home to new heights and really treat it how it was meant to be treated.

currently, daph runs the bnb and its her baby. she hosts lots of parties and events in the home and is a huge staple with tourism here in palmview.

connection ideas

friends: i'd love your typical friends, best friends, ride or die friends, etc..

relationships: fwb, exes (ending on good or bad terms), failed tinder dates, etc..

family friends: either their families knew/know each other, they grew up together, childhood friends, literally anything to do with growing up or her fam.

work related: bnb workers, partners for different vendor opportunities (ie: pastries, restaurant pop ups, etc) she's very into the whole shop local/support local !

im open to almost anything !!

#( brutally soft woman ) / * daphnefm .#palmviewintro

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ofwishfulthinking · 2 years ago

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if you’re hearing MANEATER by DARYL HALL & JOHN OATES playing, you have to know LEILA TIWARI (SHE/HER; CISGENDER WOMAN) is near by! the 28 year old RETIRED MODEL/DANCER AT AMBROSIA LOUNGE has been in denver for, like, 26 YEARS. they’re known to be quite FICKLE, but being DETERMINED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MADDISON JAIZANI. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those LITTLE BLACK DRESS, SIGNATURE RED LIPS, FEMME FATALE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

I'm going to be honest here, Leila's a completely new muse. So, we'll be discovering her together. Here's what I know so far:

Leila was born in London, England. When she was 3, her family migrated to the US.

She was "discovered" when she was 16 and ended up doing a handful of modeling gigs. Nothing that would garner her international fame, but enough to make her a noticeable face around town.

Around 23, the jobs started petering out. It was then that Leila decided to retire. She claims that she made this decision on her own, but truth be told, the modeling world was not as glamorous as it was often made out to seem, and Leila was quickly learning that in order to gain any footing, she'd need to do certain things. Things that she was not comfortable with.

So, she retired.

She tried her hand at college, but dropped out after a year. It just didn't feel right to her.

Ever since then, she's been working as a dancer at Ambrosia Lounge. She doesn't hate it, but it's not definitely not a forever gig. Over the last few months, she's also been trying to convince Malachi to allow her to teach pole dancing classes at Swolemates (it's great exercise, she says.) Looks like her wish is about to be granted, as the gym is undergoing some renovations.

Two weeks ago, Leila left her fiancé at the altar. She'd been thrilled by the prospect of getting married. She loved him more than anything else. But then the day arrived and she couldn't go through with it. So now she's dealing with the aftermath of that.

Potential connections:

Friends

Enemies

Patrons and Coworkers at Ambrosia Lounge

Flings/FWB/Exes

Found family

Fiancé (WC on main)

any and everything

#leila.#leila (intro.)#chq;intro

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charfletchh · 2 years ago

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CALLING TOO MUCH, YOU'RE BREAKING MY PHONE. MAD WHEN YOU DO AND SAD WHEN YOU DON'T.

{ VALENTINA ZENERE, 22, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that CHARLOTTE FLETCHER? A SENIOR originally from BOSTON, MASS. they decided to come to Ogden College to study COMPUTER SCIENCE. They’re THE FEMME FATALE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

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BASICS:

full name: charlotte "charlie" elizabeth fletcher

age: 23

date of birth: oct. 28, 1999

zodiac sign: scorpio

hometown: boston, mass

gender: cis female

sexuality: pansexual

RELATIONSHIPS:

father: charles fletcher- disconnected, strict, but present. a lawyer of some kind, she doesn't really care what he does.

mother: mary brandt, formerly fletcher, formerly morales. charlie doesn't know where she is and she really doesn't care.

siblings: two younger brothersPERSONALITY:

positive qualities: generous, charismatic, supportive, nonjudgemental

negative qualities: apathetic, entitled, condescending

skills: just skating by in school, bringing the party, getting what she wants

character parallels: samantha jones (satc), serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), jackie burkhart (that 70's show), michelle richardson (skins), hailey dunphey (modern family), edie britt (desperate housewives)

relationship to greer: many thought that charlie was jealous of greer, and that was probably true in the way all women were jealous of a woman like greer. but that wasn’t it, really- charlie would have never traded her own life for greer’s golden cage. she loved her friend. but something about her dug under charlie’s skin. it could have been the glass-like skin, the goody two-shoes act, the way people looked at charlie’s chest when she talked and greer’s eyes when she did. whatever it was, she often found herself in a bad mood when they were together and would pick apart the smallest things she did. they were famous for their fights, frequently heard screaming at each other through the walls over a boy who had followed them both on instagram or a backhanded comment made two days prior about someone’s shoes. no one incensed her like greer did; the only thing more fun than fighting with her was making up with her.

school activities: volleyball (because her father made her join a sport in high school and she likes the shorts- she plays outside), kappa kappa gamma (for clout and because she looks fantastic in letters), and the robotics society (because she should probably get a job someday and she was told winning a robotics competition looked good to FAANG).

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the rolodex: her reputation is well-earned, and she wouldn't want to fail to live up to it. she's messed around with half of campus. open to any kind of FWB/one night stand/potential relationship connections!!

the chase: i think it would be funny if there was one person she was really into and they wanted nothing to do with her. or maybe the other way around!

the heartbroken: while many of her trysts end with a mutually agreed upon separation (or a separation she makes you think was your idea), inevitably, things get ugly. you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette.

charlie's angels: in greer's absense, charlie is taking advantage of the power gap to cultivate her own following. she's hand-selected a few dear friends to join her inner circle.

study buddies: "why doesn't anyone think i'm smart?" she says as she googles "do i need to pay taxes". she is good at what she does though and enjoys programming. would love to have a few other STEM connections so she can elle woods in Intro to Machine Learning.

mom friend: charlie is a wreck herself so when someone's coming to her for advice, shit must be really bad. she's always good for a cigarette and some good, if not always easy to hear, advice.

yuck!: charlie doesn't have a problem catching feelings, she just can't sustain them. so why hasn't she gotten the ick yet from someone she'd thought was just a one night stand?

i am literally down for anything though so if you have any wcs my girliepop can fill let me know!! she's unhinged i would love some unhinged plots

OTHER HCS:

i think the funniest thing in the world would be someone calling her chuck like i can't get it out of my head. if our muses r close pls call her chuck.

she's a big reader but mainly of books with insane female main characters. huge fan of Boy Parts, A Certain Hunger, My Year of Rest and Relaxation, ect.

she is not a "clean girl". she is a feral girl. she always has last night's mascara under her eyes and never makes her bed. she pays to have her laundry sent out not really because she's lazy but because she lets it pile up for like 3 weeks at a time and then has no underwear.

she was some kind of senior mentor/orientation leader/tour guide and she absolutely terrified the freshmen. i think she likes to mentor.

yes, she pulls because she's confident and confidence is sexy, but she also pulls because she's a little goofy.

her favorite moment in history is stevie nicks making lindsay buckingham sing backup on silver springs. she can only dream to have that much power over a man one day.

she's one of those girls who always thinks she should start a podcast.

she's anti-weed but pro-coke

big charli xcx girl

#ok im not a graphics girlie so no one look too close!!#♦‘ﾟ‣ {.musings } — ❝ rollercoaster ride in the fast lane ❞

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goxinsane · 2 years ago

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open to: f/nb/m suggested connections: fwb/friend, neighbour, crush, partner (who lives elsewhere), stranger, etc.

PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE RESPONDING *made with beta.

Waking up in someone else’s bed had NOT stopped Andromeda from sleeping in. Shockingly, she wasn’t the kind of girl to leave before the beautiful sun rose. The energy from last night’s shenanigan's caused her to savour the moment. The other’s mattress was firm, the pillows were plump and the best of all? Arms had been draped around her, providing her with warmth and comfort. Feeling refreshed was the best way to start her day-- all she craved now was an iced matcha latte, and potentially a kiss. Lazily, she plopped her arm across the bedside and it felt cold, signifying the other body was no longer around. Part of her hoped that her loud snoring hadn’t awoken the other enough to leave the bed, though, understandably as the clock began to itch closer to noon--- maybe there was a different reason to leave her undisturbed. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Hearing rustling caused her to stop and chuckle. “If you wanted to watch me sleep, I would’ve preferred you NOT hovering over me as if you were planning on scaring, or worse, going kill me. This isn’t a horror movie and white sheets are TOTALLY the wrong move.” Andi gestured to her surroundings. She didn’t care how long she slept for, but her next words were full of assumptions, true to her character. “You got any plans today? Because I was thinking that we should go and get random and stupid looking tattoos? I’ll even pay for it, if that’s your deciding factor. Then hit up the local froyo place for half-off cups, or maybe go to Costco and fill up on their cheap, kosher hot dogs? Maybe even sneak into a movie? None of it has to be in this order, but doesn’t it sound fun?”

Please, please don’t leave her disappointed... !!

#andromedaopen #[ made with beta ]#open rp #open starter #this idea came to me in a dream #have some nonsense with a new muse idk!#i'm gonna strangle pbots for liking the og post

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mjmikaelscn · 2 months ago

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[cis woman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay,[MARY JANE 'MJ' MIKAELSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ELIZABETH OLSEN]. You must be the { THIRTY TWO] year old [PHOTOJOURNALIST/WRITER]. Word is you’re [AMBITIOUS] but can also be a bit [RELENTLESS] and your favorite song is[BLOOM BY IN PIECES]. I also heard you’ll be staying in[OCEAN CREST]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

okay so i'm going to keep this short and sweet for now before i bounce off to work but will maybe expand and put up a proper bio later!

TW: alcoholism, child abuse, car accident

she was born and raised in queens! to a very chaotic family. essentially her parents are like frank and monica from shameless, barely around, way too addicted to their unhealthy vices to pay their kids any mind. mj and the rest of her siblings were raised by their elder ones.

was always a really curious kid who was a magnet for trouble from the get go. she'd always stick her nose into business and places where it didn't belong. but yeah, definitely didn't make it any easier for her older siblings.

despite the fact that she's very intelligent, she's easily distracted and was never a good student. she barely graduated high school before picking up with nothing more than a backpack and a camera and traveling overseas. it was here where she really developed her eyes and skills as a photographer.

met a world reknown photojournalist who took mj under her wing, wanting to inspire more women to get into the field. (yes it's taken inspiration from the movie civil war shhhhhhh!) for years, she followed and learned from one of the best and grew into her own talent.

mj specifically excels with her intimate portrait work, having the innate ability to make people feel right at home and safe with her, allowing them to be perfectly vulnerable.

came home a few years ago after a bad car accident, miraculously living. it definitely freaked her out though so she's been local back in NYC ever since, shooting for the washington post.

now, she'll travel around the country but has been too afraid to go too much further. so she's been focusing on reconciling with her loved ones.

PERSONALITY:

she's feisty and adventurous as fuck, rarely says no, always down to try anything once. definitely charismatic in a way that naturally draws people to her, sarcastic and witty. not afraid to fight at all. a loyal and devoted friend. probably not the best girlfriend though she definitely tries.

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:

exes: on good and bad terms, from childhood or since she's been back the last few years.

fwb

besties

girl gang

drinking buddies

sibling like friends

roommates

neighbors

#aurorabay.intro

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amaranthineghost · 5 months ago

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Hi! Can I request an angst abt Lando Norris and Margarida Corceiro being seen together? No cheating, miscommunications with reader. Or FWB!reader.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS COMPLICATIONS ( lando norris. )

lando norris x reader

after lando and margarida were seen in public together, she isn't sure that her feelings were reciprocated by the brit. despite having been friends with benefits for months, swearing they wouldn't develop feelings, they seemed to have failed.

warnings: minimal smut, mentions of sex, friends with benefits relationship, miscommunications, angst.

authors note: I loved this so much, it was actually really fun to make and I wanted to combine a smau and just a normal writing imagine so 🫶🏼 apologies for my absence, summer break hit and i wanted nothing more than to just lay in bed and sleep all day (sob)

“FUCK, DON'T LET IT BE TRUE, PLEASE don't let it be true,” she whispered into her hand, basically pleading to the universe, if it was even listening. her palm covered her lips as a sick feeling brewed in the pit of her stomach. she felt she could throw up any moment. the hand over her mouth was subconscious, an involuntary movement as she felt the cold rings on her fingers press against her skin. she swallowed thickly as she scrolled, and scrolled, and scrolled to find hope—false hope. no amount of scrolling could calm the nausea that crashed like waves during a storm in the open ocean. if anything, it only worsened the feeling.

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she kept bringing herself back to it. she looked over the outlines of their figures; she scoured the internet to find the same silhouettes, hoping to find pictures of them wearing the same outfits, just on a different day. she wanted to find proof it was photoshopped, but she knew in her heart that it wasn’t. she was only letting herself down by allowing herself to hope that it wasn’t true, but it was. probably.

she sat on the toilet in the bathroom stall of a nightclub she went to with lando. in her party dress that he had complimented her on numerous times that night, it felt too tight for her body all of a sudden. her tongue grazed over her teeth as she now went to twitter, scrolling through countless twitter threads of the new ‘couple.’ her stomach churned with unease—how could she compete with her? she's stunning—literally a model.

besides, margarida was winning the competition she didn't even know she was apart of, managing to one-up her by potentially dating lando. she couldn't even get close.

her and lando were complicated in comparison. their relationship could never compare. they were friends with benefits, and with it was the silent agreement that they'd never be anything more. it would be too awkward if they were, and years of friendship would be ruined. they were friends with benefits, but at times, it felt like the opposite. she started calling their relationship ‘friends with complications,’ but he didn't know that.

she should've cut it off the second she felt anything more than platonic with him, but what they were doing was far from that to begin with. she would've had to cut him off way before their fwb relationship began—because she had felt something for him for a while, and this is the closest she could come to having him. not anymore though.

she had secretly been hoping that her feelings were reciprocated—it was already heart-wrenching enough to think that he might think their meaningless hook-ups were just that—meaningless. they were supposed to be.

to him, maybe they always were.

he probably saw her only as a friend because that's what she was. his friend that he had approached and asked to fuck because he couldn't risk it hooking up with someone from a random club. her heart skipped when he asked, but dread loomed over her shoulder. friends with benefits—complications—never ended with anything more than heartbreak. it was supposed to be meaningless, and she could only hope he didn't feel it was.

to her, they never were.

when his lips kissed down her skin before slipping between her thighs, he practically drank her up, her hands grasping at his curls to pull him impossibly closer. she felt his nose pressing against her, his breaths deep and labored against her skin that only added to the pure bliss he gave her. the groans leaving his lips at the taste of her, sending vibrations through her cunt while she let out hoarse moans. he wouldn't resurface until he was pussydrunk and hazy, multiple orgasms later. her slick coating his chin as his tongue licked it from his skin, he watched as her chest rose and fell quickly; sweat coated her skin, her hair matting to her forehead. his fingers teased over her folds, thumb pressing against her overstimulated clit. she squirmed under his hand, grasping at his wrist with strangled moans.

“c’mon, baby,” he would coax, his voice heavy and manipulative, but not malicious, “giv’me another, please?”

he would ask that of her, lowly groaning at the sight of his fingers being swallowed by her wet pussy, disappearing beyond her glistening folds. she couldn't deny him when he sounded like that. he slowly pumped his middle finger against her slick walls that clenched around him, seamlessly slipping in his ring finger alongside as he stretched her walls out, manipulating her flesh under his fingers as he parted his digits. he watched her face writhe in pleasure, the way her skin creased and her brows furrowed as her jaw went slack at the simple actions.

“so wet f’me,” he marveled, sucking in a sharp breath, “such a pretty pussy all f’me, hm?”

surely, he reciprocated some feelings. with the way he spoke to her, practically worshiping her body while depriving his own of the same pleasure—he claimed he got just as much by getting her off.

but now she didn't know.

she would be lying if she said she didn't know what she was doing when she first agreed to it. she just wished she knew how much it would hurt.

now she wished she could've set that boundary. she didn't then because the desire to just have him—in a way friends don't, and shouldn't—was greater than any thoughts telling her it was a bad idea—that it would only end with it breaking her heart. unfortunately, she had a tendency to follow her heart, not her head. maybe he knew that, but he probably didn't. guys never know.

so here she is, her leg bouncing up and down, and her heel clicked on the floor. she nervously bit at the skin around her fingers, she even drew blood. she cursed herself under her breath before scrolling again.

she sighed, looking at herself with the reflection of her phone screen, a frown on her face as she pursed her lips. her makeup was smudged, her skin had a sheen to it from all the dancing she had been doing in the crowded club. it wasn't her fault the room was stuffed with drunk, sweaty people that made the room rise a few degrees.

when the night was still young, she'd happily walk into the club, lando following behind her like a lost puppy and a look of admiration on his face—taking appreciative glances down her figure. but when the night had long gone on, she loathed being in the club as she'd try to push her way past the sweaty, way too drunk club-goers to get outside for a breath of fresh air. she'd always regret going by the end of the night.

she stared at the image again, like she hadn't already done so for the last three minutes. reluctantly, she scrolled on.

her heart paused at a certain thread, holding her breath involuntarily as she scrolled back for a double take. her brows knit creases on her forehead as her eyes narrowed at the words—her astigmatism and a few too many drinks didn't help her ability to read the text on her phone.

if only they knew, she thought, a scoff slipping past her lips as her eyes lingered on the tweets. she read them over again, secretly wishing the same thing the fans did. a frown settled on her features once again, her head resting on her hands as she huffed out a sigh. her eyes grew heavy, feeling tipsy from the few drinks lando had begged her to let him pay for—she had obliged.

maybe all the signs were there, but with her hazy vision, she failed to read them. her brain that was starting to feel like mush failed to comprehend them too. regardless, her eyes lingered on the phone screen. she rubbed her tired eyes, most likely smudging the mascara across her skin. she’d end up resembling a racoon, but she didn’t care. she was tired, tipsy—she would have somewhat of a hangover— and the bathroom was too hot for her liking.

she didn't know how long she had sat there for, only she knew it was long enough for another person to bang on the door on the other side of the stall. she cursed herself again under her breath, hurriedly standing up from the toilet while simultaneously wiping away the ‘sweat’ from under her eyes and any smeared makeup. she pulled down the scratchy, black material of her dress that had ridden up her thighs before unlocking and pulling open the stall door.

she stood face to face with the girl who banged on the door. she gave a nervous smile, followed by a short chuckle, “sorry,” she mumbled an apology breathlessly, slipping past her with a slight graze against her shoulder.

she bit her lip as she scolded herself for hogging the stall; she had really lost track of time then. as she washed her hands in the sink, vision focused on the suds that washed away the dirtiness of the club that surrounded her. she felt eyes on her. a silhouette in the mirror standing still where the girl had. she had been too zoned out to hear the voice that spoke to her.

it was like her ears had popped when focus came back to her, suddenly she could hear the club music blaring through the air, and she glanced up in the mirror at the girl, flicking her vision back and forth between her and her hands.

“ ‘m so sorry, were you sayin’ something?” she flicked her wrists, water droplets flew from her wettened skin as she looked back down at them, grabbing a paper towel. Her heart beat heavy against her ribcage. she was partially scared the girl was angry with her for hogging the stall, but her relax demeanor told her otherwise.

“girl, ‘s all good,” she chuckled with the shake of her head, the smile lingering on her face as she crossed her arms against her chest, “li’le boy outside askin’ f’you, asked me t’ see if you were still ‘ere.”

she closed her eyes with a sigh, a tongue rolling across the insides of her cheeks as she shook her head with slight guilt and annoyance before opening her eyes again, “tan guy with dark curls?”

“sad excuse f’ some facial hair?” the girl asked jokingly, which incited an involuntary laugh to sneak past her lips. she stepped closer to the sink, her arms falling towards her sides as she leaned against the wall next to the mirror. “yeah, tha’s the one.”

“was he talkin’ a lot?” she stifled her laughs at the girl’s previous comment, pursing her lips as she tossed the horrible quality paper towel into the bin. her eyes were dark as she looked at the girl, the smudged mascara making it look like she had dark bags under her eyes. she reached for another paper towel, wetting it this time.

“jus’ ‘bout you, girl,” she spoke quieter now, seemingly more relaxed compared to the heavy hand she gave the door. “he looked real worried, tha’s some man you got.”

her heart flipped in her chest. If she had thought that he was hers, how many others did? he was asking about her too, he was worried about her. her heart wanted to believe that he really did like her, that this relationship was more than ‘friends with complications.’ her head told her that he was just being a good enough friend to make sure she was alright after she had disappeared 10 minutes ago after having said that she was going to the bathroom.

she scoffed, shaking her head as she swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth thickly, “he’s not my man.”

her tone was reluctant because even though she said that he wasn’t hers, she deeply wished for it to be true. she wanted to call him hers, and she wanted him to call her his.

“fooled me,” she commented with a tone of disbelief laced into her words. she took a pause, watching her expression as she wiped the smudged makeup from her under eyes before speaking again, “so wha's goin’ on that he’s not ‘ur man?”

she let out a long and deep exaggerated sigh as she moved onto the other eyes, “way more complicated than i care to admit,” she said, chuckling dryly, though she didn’t entirely mean to sound so closed-off. her emotions tended to heighten with alcohol intake and it didn’t help that she had this whole fucked relationship with one of her best friends. she looked at the girl again, seeing the raised brows and an expression that told her ‘go on.’

“friends with benefits,” she relented.

she let out a huffed groan, “tha's rough,” she shook her head at the thought “but that man sure don’t act like it. clearly he cares ‘bout you.”

“ ‘s complicated.” she said flatly, not elaborating anymore as she tossed the dirtied paper towel in the bin, turning her back to the mirror as she leaned against the porcelain. her hands felt the rough underside of the unfinished sink, contrasting the smooth exterior of the exposed material.

she watched her for a moment longer as she leaned against the sink, her face flushed and red. she knew she had to report back to the worried brit who stood leaning outside against the wall, waiting for either her to return with an answer, or the girl he had been so concerned about.

“take a moment, girl,” she pushed herself from the wall, walking towards the fancy, heavy door of the club bathroom, “i’ll tell ‘im you’ll be ‘nother minute.”

she nodded in thanks as she watched her leave. her heart still heavy in her chest. she just wished she could escape, slip through the thin window that let in the moonlight, casting a glow across the dimly illuminated bathroom tile.

it brought her back to the numerous late-night hook-up calls she took. the moon casting a silver glow across his tanned skin, cascading down his abs. the shadows emphasized the muscles across his body as she watched them with hazy vision taut with each buck of his hips into her throbbing pussy, the room filled with lewd sounds that only got him harder. muttered praises fell from his lips with every passing second as he buried his cock deeper into her cunt, hitting spots against her gummy walls that elicited strangled squeaks that escaped her pink, swollen lips. her throat red and hoarse as she worked up a release for the nth time. paired with his thumb toying with her over-sensitized clit, he practically bullied her pussy with how much he exhausted from her, milking orgasm after orgasm from her poor, debilitated body.

so much so that he was fucking his releases back into her overstimulated cunt while it dripped down the back of her reddened thighs, pooling onto the bedsheets as it smeared across his hips. he groaned lowly in the back of his throat, his hands clawing at the fat on her hips. he bit his lip at the thought of bruising her skin just from how harshly he fucked himself into her.

“fuck,” he had growled under his breath, pressing his thumb further down on her clit which caused another strained whimper to slip from her lips, “ ‘ur pussy‘s fuckin’ made f’me, ain’t it? hm?”

his voice was cocky, he knew she couldn’t speak. she was a babbling mess under his tanned body, eyes hazy and glossed over as he watched her fucked-over expression—so blissfully cockdrunk all because of him and only him. the noises that filled the room were downright pornographic with the low string of groans constantly falling from his lips and the desperate gasps of breath as he fucked her senseless.

he watched her body writhe under him, her walls clenching around him as she desperately reached for release. he felt it too, pooling at the bottom of his abdomen, the addictive feeling he could only find resolve in buried deep in her sopping pussy, all for him as he filled her again.

it’d be too much to hope that he would make her feel like that again tonight, or any other in the future, especially with magui around now. she could expect their ‘friends with complications’ relationship to finally come to an end after a few months shy of a year. she sighed deeply, pushing herself from the sink finally as she trudged to the bathroom door, heelings clicking against the hard tile. her palms were sweaty and slick against the cold metal bar as she pulled open the door.

her eyes instinctively searched for the tan brit, soon finding him leaning against the wall to the right of the door. his head was leaned back, eyes closed as he waited—she felt guilty, he must’ve been waiting for a while. she glanced over his attire, the navy shirt complimenting his skin, and the veins on his arms more prominent as ever. his curls were messy with sweat from all his partying, and his face was flushed red. his throat bobbed as he swallowed, a breath escaping his lips.

the door of the bathroom closed behind her, grabbing his attention and pulling it to where she stood. her arms were crossed against her chest, pushing her tits together in an insatiable visual. drunk thoughts ran wild in his head, the drinks getting to his brain as his eyes swept over her figure appreciatively—but also in concern.

he pushed himself from the wall, “you ‘kay?” he broke the silent tension between them—because there was music blasting in the back, it wasn’t truly silent.

she nodded simply, closing her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh before opening them again to look at him, “yeah, think i’ll just get some fresh air ‘nd head home,” she told him as she started to walk past where he stood.

“do you want me to come with you?” he offered, following her through the club as she pushed past numerous bodies too occupied with the music.

“no, ‘s fine,” she mumbled, though she wasn’t sure he heard. besides, it wouldn’t look good for him to be seen with her while the post about magui is floating around social media. she didn't need to be painted as the side chick—she was there first anyways.

“are you sure?” he stopped her, grabbing the back of her arm with a firm grip, his palm hot against her skin as she sucked in a breath. she couldn't fold now, she wouldn't allow herself too, even if he was so caring, or appeared to be.

she shrugged his hand off her arm, ignoring the pang of hurt that flashed across his features as he retracted his hand to his pocket, “no, you just have fun, I'll get a cab home.”

with that, she turned and started walking away. she left him standing there, confusion on his face as he watched her figure slowly fade into the club, merging into the crowd as he lost sight of her. he stood there for a few moments longer before he felt an arm around his shoulders, tugging him back into the party atmosphere. he put on a face, taking whatever drink—non-alcoholic—was handed to him, but he couldn't help the unease that lingered in his tummy.

she pushed open the door of the club, feverishly pushing past the people that congregated by the entrance as the fresh air hit her like a splash of room temperature water. she wasn't sure it was any better than the stuffy, stale air that reeked throughout the club because of the sweaty bodies that came and went (literally). the air was warm, adding to the redness that blushed her features, and it was humid. she could feel the frizz in her hair already as strands stuck to her forehead and cheeks. she should’ve expected the air wasn’t going to be a cold splash against her feverishly flushed face, but at least it was better than the club air—she had decided.

she needed to get out of this heat—it was unbearable on top of all of the night’s events that she wished she could just drink away, and maybe she would. she knew the location of the nearest liquor store from where she stood, and she was about to up and walk there when she realized. other than the phone she clutched in her palm, she was empty-handed. she huffed out a breath when she remembered she had given lando her wallet to pocket for her. he still had it, and in it was some cash, cards and her id. she bit her tongue at the thought of having to go back in there—she considered it for a moment.

she couldn’t. she couldn’t bear the thought of facing him after shrugging him off. she couldn’t bear facing him when that flash of hurt cursed his flushed features was branded in her brain. she grimaced at the thought. maybe she had been a little harsh, but she felt it was somewhat justified.

he potentially had a girlfriend, and here he was, complimenting her, ghosting his hands over her waist and back, paying for her drinks.

“pretty girls shouldn’t ‘ave t’ pay for their own drinks,” he claimed after sliding his card across the bartop, calling out to the bartender to start a tab, and to put any drinks she ordered on his. she had tried to grab hold of his wrist; she didn’t want him to pay for her drinks when she was fully capable of doing it herself, but he only repeated his earlier claim.

“ ‘specially after spendin’ so much time dollin’ themselves up,” he only added to his statement before sliding a vodka cranberry across the bartop, “a drink to start the night.”

ultimately, she decided to ditch the idea of getting her wallet back. she would wait until the next time she saw him, or until he showed up on her doorstep like a lost puppy bearing a treasure. she pulled up the uber app on her phone, but frowned at the wait times. she ditched that idea too, opting to walk the way back to her apartment. her frown deepened, the creases more prominent as she glanced downwards at her heels. she could feel the blisters at the back of her feet begin to form and the aching muscle throughout. she glanced at the sidewalk next to it, the concrete not looking like the best thing to walk on barefooted.

she groaned under her breath, feeling the scratchy fabric of her dress clinging to her. her body itched and ached; she wanted nothing more than to peel this stupid dress from her body, or rather have lando do it for her. no, she couldn't think like that anymore. she couldn’t count on him to come to her rescue now—she was all alone again.

she had just began her walk, turning her back to the club as she trudged her heels across the sidewalk, the sound echoing into the night air. her head hung low as she focused her vision on her achy feet. she hadn’t gotten far when a sleek, black car had pulled into a parking spot just ahead of where she was currently walking. she squinted, her vision hazy which flashed memories in her mind when lando brought her to tears from how well he fucked her—took care of her, he stated the next morning.

she may not have been able to recognize the car through blurred vision, but she sure as hell recognized the driver—tanned skin, loose curls all messy and slightly sweaty, dark shirt with few too many buttons undone—lando.

her lips slightly parted in shock—partly because she didn’t believe it was him. maybe it was some random person who happened to look exactly like him, or it was her drunken imagination just wanting to see him—wanted it to be him.

she watched his blurry curls bounce ever so slightly as he walked towards her. her hazy vision coming into focus on him, only him. everything in her vision faded into the back of her mind as she only saw him. She couldn’t tell, but her pupils had dilated at the sight of him.

“c’mon, darlin’, let’s get you ‘ome,” he muttered as his hand ghosted down her back across her bare skin, goosebumps following at his fingers. thumb caressing the low of her back as he pushed her towards the open car door, just waiting for her. it was too inviting.

she felt the air conditioning leaking into the much warmer night air. she sighed at the feeling as she ducked into the car, his hand preventing her from bumping her head, “watch ‘ur head, love.” he cooed before kneeling down off the curb.

his hands touched her with a feather-like weight as he carefully slipped the heels from her feet, listening to the sigh of relief that spilled from her lips as he gently massaged her muscles before standing back up. he gave her a small, warm smile before closing the door again.

when he made his way back around the car, only then did he notice the gaggle of fans that had begun to gather, most holding phones that were probably recording. he brushed them off, smiling to a few as he then ducked into the car as well.

it wasn’t long before he had pulled out of the parking spot—that he did in a rush job and still did better than a certain resident ferrari driver. the drive was short, yet his hand slithered its way to her thigh, squeezing the fatty flesh under his palms subconsciously while his thumb caressed her skin.

his palm was hot against the fat of her thigh, burning into her skin as if their flesh would fuse together and he would be stuck to her until death—and after too. she wanted to shove his hand off because she felt his hands didn’t belong on her. it wasn’t right, but it sure as hell felt right. she was too exhausted anyway.

instead, she just leaned back in the seat as she watched the fuzzy night lights outside the window, that was cracked open, pass by in a blur. the breeze flew through her hair—it felt nice, refreshing.

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she fumbled with the key in her hand, having gotten her wallet and keychain back from the depths of lando’s pockets. he watched from behind her. amusement written into the creases of his face with a smug smile pulling at his lips. he watched her struggle before gently guiding her aside as he took the keys from her hands.

“‘ve got it, jus’ stand there and look pretty,” he muttered with a chuckle, effortlessly twisting the key in the knob before pushing the door open. his hand found her waist again as he supported her stumbled steps into her apartment. he dropped her keys and wallet into the little bowl by the door before walking her through the halls and into her bedroom.

he sat her on the bed, smirking at the disheveled state of her hair from it blowing in the night breeze before slipping into the bathroom. he reemerged with makeup wipes in hand to smear away her carefully constructed makeup routine.

his knee nudged hers aside as he stood between her legs, looking down at the heavy-lidded gaze that stared back at him. his free hand grasped her jaw tenderly as he tentatively wiped away her hard work, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. her eyes fluttered shut, and it tugged at his heartstrings. she looked so peaceful in his hands.

he hummed in satisfaction once her face was bare, slightly red underneath the slathered cosmetics. he dropped his grasp on her jaw, stepping back to the bathroom, but not before his eyes caught on the hamper in her room, hanging over the edge was his shirt. the shirt he had lost months ago, the shirt that he had asked her to look for because he was so sure that he left it at her place. she had it this whole time. his heart swelled at the thought she had been wearing it behind closed doors this whole time, the image in his mind of her in his clothes sent blood rushing through his body. his cheeks warmed, but he cleared his throat before walking back into the bathroom.

he came back to her slumped body on the bed, exhaustion written on her body as he walked back over to her. he could see her irritated skin under the dress, tsk’ing with the shake of his head. he grasped one of the straps between the pads of his fingers, hesitating.

he had no ill intention, he would never, but he knew she was sober enough to at least give him allowance to do it for her. his hand slipped across her cheek, his warm palm against her skin as he tilted her head to look at him.

“think you can change, or y’want me t’ do it?” he asked lowly, his thumb brushing her under-eyes, swiping away a fallen lash.

she hummed, a heavy exhale falling from her lips. she knew it was wrong to ask it of him, not knowing truly if he was off the market or not. regardless, she couldn’t deny the offer. it was lando, after all. “you do it,” her voice was laced with exhaustion.

with her confirmation, a lazy smirk found its way to his lips as his hand found its way around her waist, his fingers tenderly grasping the zipper of the dress before tugging it down slowly. his breath hitching in his throat at the gradual, increased exposure of the bare skin of her back. his eyes darted between the moles he had memorized, probably traced in a memory. he watched the straps fall from her shoulders, the curve of her bare shoulder was the first thing he set his eyes on. smoothness of her skin, interrupted by faint tan lines that made his heart warm—domestic almost—before his eyes reached the carved skin of her collarbone.

of course, she wasn't wearing a bra, he thought, but there was no maliciousness behind it—and it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but the circumstances were different. before the material fell from her chest, he stepped back to grab the shirt from the hamper; he knew it was unwashed, but another wear wouldn't hurt. it certainly wouldn't when it was his shirt. she raised her brow at his action.

he held the shirt in his hands, placing a hand on his chin in an exaggerated thinking pose as she looked at him funny, but it was quickly hidden with the shirt he shoved on her head. it sat over the dress as he pulled her arms through, and eventually pulling the dress down so she could finally lay back in bed.

he watched her crawl under her cover, a feeling tugged his heart, one that pumped blood to his brain with the thought ‘stay with her.’

but he couldn't—shouldn’t. this was strictly platonic—done a great job of that so far, hasn't he? he stood there, looking like an idiot as he muses the thought over in his head.

he sighed, taking a step towards the door. before he could even fully turn his back on her exhausted figure laying in bed, a muffled voice spoke sleepily from behind the covers.

“lando?”

his heart jumped in his chest as his entire body froze mid-walk. he bit his tongue, slowly turning his body to look where the voice originated from—right where he was going to leave her for the night.

“yeah?”

he cursed himself for his voice sounding strained—surprised. he licked his chapped lips, his mouth becoming dry as he waited for the words to leave her lips.

“can you stay?”

something in the tone of her voice made his heart wrench. for some reason, guilt riddled his body as soon as the slightly slurred words left her pretty lips.

“ ‘course,” he spoke, but it was raspy—hoarse. he cleared his throat, beginning to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt while he slipped off his shoes, “yeah, of course.”

he tossed the shirt mindlessly in the direction of the hamper, working on undoing his pants and kicking them aside. he walked with uncertainty to the side of the bed she hadn't been occupying. he stood hesitantly before peeling back the covers and slipping into the comfort that beckoned him in. despite the distance between them, he felt the heat radiating from her feverish, tipsy body.

he swallowed nervously, pulling the covers over him as he laid flat on his back awkwardly. poor guy didn't move an inch, he didn't want to risk doing anything she wouldn't have wanted him to—especially since she wasn't exactly sober.

his body tensed as he heard her stirring in bed, sheets ruffling and bed creaking under the shifting weight. his muscle remained still when he felt that weight distribute across his body. her warmth tangled his own as she laid halfway on his body, cheek pressed against his bicep and arm across his abdomen. he let out a strained, uneven breath, slowly relaxing under her body as he adjusted his position to comfort hers better.

he was nervous, they hadn't experienced this level of domesticity together in a long time. his palm became slick and his body was pulsating heat in waves as if it was trying to cool him off. he really couldn't play it cool. he stretched an arm around her shoulder, his fingers running down the drop of her shoulders in a comforting manner. he felt her warm breaths against his bare skin, noticing how they became shallow and even. her body relaxing against him, but he couldn’t. he laid on his back, tense.

it was going to be a long night.

she woke up the next morning to rapid knocks against the front door of her apartment. she groaned lowly as she turned over in bed, but the knocks still hasn’t faltered. she thought they would, but whoever it was was insistent on her presence. she opened her eyes but quickly clenched them shut, an arm instinctively going up to block the rays of light that her eyes had yet to adjust to. she sat up with a sniffle, her arm still shielding her eyes as she turned to look down at the covers beside her. they were ruffled, messed up as if someone had stayed the night—because someone had. her shoulders dropped with a groan as the remembrance of her asking lando to stay, but it seems to her that he had already left.

part of her was disappointed, but she expected it. she hadn’t even expected him to stay when she asked him to. he was just being nice, she told herself. He was just being a good friend. but even she didn’t believe herself.

maybe he just pitied her—yeah that’s surely it.

nonetheless, she had to get the door before the person on the other side would end up busting it down with their incessant knocking, and before her head would split open. the combination of loud raps against the door, eye-blinding sunlight into the room, and the soft, splitting pain through her head from her hangover that only seemed to worsen.

throwing her bedding off her body, she got up from the bed with a wince. her feet padded against the cold, wood tiled floors as she dragged her feet through her apartment. her palms rubbed against her tired eyes in an effort to wake her up even more before she would open the door, though she didn’t quite think it helped. regarding, she unlocked the lock on the handle, not knowing what to expect when she opened the door—and who she saw was the last person she would’ve thought to see.

her lips parted, and her eyes dilated as her heart grew fuzzy because standing in front of her was the familiar curly-haired brit that had come back. her eyes raked over her appearance—and vice versa—as she noticed the changed clothes, refreshed face, phone in one hand, and a plastic bag in the other. she stood in shock, jaw dropping more ever so slightly as she struggled to find what words to say—what to even begin with. thankfully, he spoke first.

“locked m’self out,” he said with a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that held his phone. his eyes shamelessly looked her over, appreciating the sight of her in his shirt—that she had yet to realize she was wearing.

she let out a huffed sigh, ignoring his words as her eyes falling to the bag in his hands with confusion, “lando, what is all that?” she questioned curiously, glancing back up to his face that followed her gaze to his—very nice—hands.

“sweets, mostly,” he said so nonchalantly, it made her tummy do a flip.

She pursed her lips, not fully understanding why he’d go out of his way to get things for her, “but why?”

“figured 's that time of the month.”

she scoffed, “first, rude," her tone straight-forward, which he responded to with a shrug and a look that said ‘debateable,’ "second, lando, 'm on the pill, remember? it was the first thing we talked about.”

“yeah, well, 'ur attitude was there, maybe 's there in spirit, 'right?" he raised his hands defensively, shaking his head with a smug smirk, "besides, you were pissy anyway so figured I might as well get y’somethin'.”

“you’re insufferable, lando,” she rolled her eyes dramatically.

she heard a breathless chuckle leave his lips and saw the smile that lingered as he looked at her in a way she couldn’t decipher, only knowing he’d looked at her like this plenty of times before. she felt her heart race, her palms becoming slick, and if she tried to speak, her words would surely be stuck in her throat.

“you love me.”

yeah, she does. he won't know though—can’t.

he peered into her apartment, forehead creasing with raised brows as he asks, "you gon' let me in, love?”

yeah, she is. she could never deny him, she could never shut him out—no matter how much she needed to. no matter how much she should, she would let him in again—a vicious, endless cycle that left her heart broken. it would crush at her glass heart until the shards turned to dust—she would let it happen. she would let him unknowingly crush her—the soft supple skin of her body—into a fine powder in his mortar and pestle—his rough, calloused hands.

his brows quirked up again, waiting for her answer as he watched her look at him like a deer in headlights. she stumbled with words, ultimately giving up as she stepped aside to let him in—again.

his eyes watched her closely, clear confusion indented into his skin as he stepped into the open kitchen. the bag rustled as he set it down on the counter before he turned and leaned against hit. he wore a shirt sleeve shirt—that bastard—so she had full view of his arms. she watched as they crossed against his chest, subconsciously flexing the muscles and veins under his skin.

the tension was thick, and the silence was awkward as she watched him closely—and he watched her just as, if not more, closely. his throat bobbed with a nervous swallow at the thought—more like sight—of her eyes on him. at least he knew she probably found him attractive.

“so, what's goin' on?" he spoke in a whisper, but so casually. his tone was gentle, but he seemed laid-back, nonchalant. maybe he couldn’t actually care about the answer to the question he asked, maybe he just wanted a segue into getting her back in her bed and under him. she feared she would let him—she really needs more self-respect.

she shrugged with a slight frown, her lower lip jutting out slightly, "nothing much, really," she answered back in that same whispery tone, "just dealing with a slight hangover-"

"y'know what i meant, love," he cut her off, which caused the frown on her face to deepen, "what's really goin' on, hm?"

she gulped, her face heating up at his bluntness—maybe he did care. as a friend, of course. right?

she stood in stunned silence as she mulled the words over in her head, trying to think of something that would satisfy what he needed to hear. should she be honest? no, the little voice in the back of her head shouted.

she watched his head tilt downwards slightly, as if saying ‘go on,’ when she hadn’t even answered him to begin with. the way his eyes looked through his lashes, brows slightly raised, she just wanted to spill the truth to him, to tell him every little thought and feeling and hurt she had been cycling through for months; she couldn’t.

she shrugged against, her posture matching his as she slid her arms over her chest. she felt the soft recognizable material under her skin, “nothing, lando, everything is fine.”

“bullshit.” his tone was harsh and blunt. He just wanted the truth.

she groaned, rolling her eyes as she fired back, “well, why do you even care? shouldn't you be off with your little girlfriend?”

that's it, that's what he wanted. she had just exposed herself with a simple sentence—she just showed she cared. she just showed that she was bothered by the fact that he was potentially taken—not hers.

“girlfriend?” his tone was laced with amusement and mockery, a smug smile plastered on his lips, “where’d y’hear that, darlin’?” his head tilt was lethal, as if urging her to spill her guts to him—she just might.

she stayed silent for a moment, trying to find the right phrasing to not give him what he was looking for, but he had her right where she wanted.

“there’s pictures all over social media, lando!” she threw her arms down to her sides with a slap that filled the room, frustration weaved into her words. fuck, she was this close to just breaking down to him, deconstructing everything she had built to keep him at an arms-length—but he was always within reach.

“really? you’re gon’ believe fan-made social media accounts? y’know you could’ve just asked me,” he told her, shaking his head as he pulled himself from the counter. his expression softly at the clear frustration that laced her nerves and muscles.

“well, y’never mentioned anything about it!” she was grasping at straws, anything for the upper hand—the upper hand she never had.

“because there wasn't anything to it,” his hands slipped into his pockets as he looked down on her, she watched his pupils dilated under his heavy-lidded gaze. His lips were slightly parted and she could see every crack of his chapped lips—she would force chapstick into his hand every time she saw him. “she’s jus’ a friend.”

“besides, the girl i want as my girlfriend,” he began—another shatter in her heart. A hand lifted to the side of her face, fingers grazing against her skin as he brushed stray hairs from her face, “is right in front of me.”

his voice was hushed, words only meant for her—even if they were the only people in the apartment. the hand that hovered over the side of her face—that had pushed back the stray strands that would later be stuck to her skin—pressed against her cheek. his thumb dragged back and forth over her textured face—he had never seen anyone more pretty. his palm was hot against her face—burning like it had done her thigh, but it felt right. it felt right—it was right.

it felt right as his lips tentatively pressed against hers, cracked lips against her plush pink lips as his hand slid across her cheek into her hand. it felt right to have him now—because it was.

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ok i'm finally caught up after reading the morning the paper (this blog) here's what i'm thinking, sorry it's so long 😭

usually i'm not someone who cares about over analyzing bc most things do tend to be that deep, but i think we're reading too far into the friend group part of jk and csw a bit, we have no way of knowing if she's been around his friends or not, i think it doesn't help that he probably has more lowkey and not recognizable friends in ny, like music friends or something, i don't think it's weird we haven't seen her with nat and charlie bc i think if they were spotted all together that would make the relationship look a lot more serious, like jk and m were always spotted with nat and charlie in the early days so ppl would definitely make it a thing if jk started bringing her around them too

as for all red flags i think we're judging all this as if it's a full on serious relationship when it's not, maybe i'm giving them too much credit but i think they both know exactly what this relationship is, like it's fun and something new but it's not going to turn into marriage or anything, and i do think they like each other but i think they know this isn't something lasting through the strike ending since he'll be so busy, i honestly don't see them trying to make it work at all and just going back to being friends or pure fwb whenever they're both in ny, i do think maybe chase might have stronger feelings only because she's used to having strong short term relationships but i think this is a fling for her too, that's why they're ok being very friendly publicly

they are in a honeymoon phase and i know you turn blind during that but i don't think it's fair for us to judge it like a potential long term thing just yet and be questioning his judgement like he's this oblivious (god i hope not) 😭 idk the anons calling whatever they have going on weird and/or toxic rubbed me the wrong way i really think they're just two people having fun while they're unemployed

i could be wrong maybe we'll see csw in atl and i'll have to eat my words but that's what i'm thinking

oh last tidbit, i was going to say jk hanging around the it girl friend group surprised me at first too as someone who loves rachel and ayo specifically, i'm very biased in this part but now i think it does kinda make sense for him, bc yeah they are kind of it girls rn but they're doing it in a very ironic and sort of dorky way, like if you watch clips of ayo and rachel together they're humors very silly and dorky, they seem to enjoy fame a lot but none of them have an ego about it maybe jk likes that, it is funny imagine what a conversation between jk and them would sound like tho 💀

Another perspective about this! But I think we’ve beaten this horse to death y’all. We just gotta wait and see.

#anonymous asks #🛼answers #jk

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radiant-reid · 3 years ago

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To Need Someone

Summary: The very complicated dynamic of two BAU agents changes dramatically over two months, as they figure out if there's an emotion besides hatred that they feel for each other

1. Spencer Reid x fem! reader where they have a friends w benefits situation which was Spencer's Idea because he didn't want to commit, but then when reader goes on a date w another guy he gets jealous

2. can you do a lil fic with spence and reader who are fwb and they get in a fight and she gets hurt or calls him in an emergency bc she doesn’t know who else to call and he realizes how much he missed and loves her once he hears her voice and fluffy reunion

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angsty smut)

Content Warning: age gap (10 years) | swearing | Smut (NSFM) protected penetrative sex, fingering, kind of degrading kink (but it's just because they hate each other), Dom!Spencer, lack of aftercare | prison arc

Word Count: 6.6k

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There were two deeply personal things about Spencer Reid that Y/n had always known were true. Firstly, he was terrified of commitment. She could easily see that from the way he shied away from potential partners even before they were something more than friends. It wasn't because he was awkward, but because he didn't want someone depending on him.

That was never something she could blame him for not wanting, from the years' worth of trauma courtesy of the FBI to unresolved feelings from his youth. But it caused problems.

The second thing was that Spencer was incredibly talented with his tongue. Not relevant to the story of their relationship, but another thing to add to his list of talents. Reading fast, saying clever things, and... eating her out.

When she met him after his prison release, she hadn't anticipated he would be so attractive. Not that anything she'd read in his file regarded his physical appearance. But after how long the team talked about him being a genius, she pictured someone a lot different.

She knew he was hurt from prison, so she didn't push her attraction for a while. Until they were sharing a room together in Florida, and it was hot, and it was late, and they'd had a few too many to drink, and neither of them could think about the consequences before they started.

While they were fucking, there was never any connection, just on and off sneaking into each other's hotel rooms and seeping into each other's brains. It would have been easy to fall in love with him, but hating him was so much less complicated. So they were stuck in an odd situation, trying to pretend nothing was going on.

Lately, they had been far less tolerant of each other. It started with a petty comment in front of the team from Y/n about Spencer ending up alone. In her defense, it was what he told her he wanted. Spencer's rebuttal was to ask if there was anyone was interested in her. The team all shared a knowing, somewhat concerned look. To outsiders, it was difficult to tell if they were in love or not.

"You know, this is the last time we're doing this, right?" Spencer asked, not even looking at her as he slipped his arms into his blazer before he shrugged it over his shoulder.

It was maybe the hottest thing he did, even hotter when he shut his mouth, which he wasn't presently doing. Y/n rolled her eyes, sitting up slightly so she could watch him. He was so pretty with his hair messed up from her fingers running through it as he got dressed. Spencer, with his unbuttoned and untucked shirt, was something most people didn't get to see, but it was so attractive.

Something about the fact she was naked in bed, freshly fucked by a man 10 years older than her, was so hot. Y/n wrapped the sheet closer around herself, smirking at him. "Sure, Spencie."

"Y/n." He said in a warning-like tone, cautioning her not to continue. Whenever she called him that in bed, his hand gripped her throat which spurred her on to call him it more. The glare he shot her should have chilled her, but her skin was still so hot from his touch. "I told you not to call me that."

The only reason Y/n called him that was because of how much it irritated him, even though she knew what it meant to him. Annoying him was one of the most entertaining things to do. "Sorry, I forgot." She claimed, trying not to look so smug about it.

"This is it, though." Spencer reinforced what he had been trying to tell her.

She reached out to grab her phone from the side table. The fact they were meant to be up and in the hotel lobby to go back to DC in 5 hours irritated her more than Spencer denying her sex, and her natural reaction was to take it out on him. "Sure." She agreed, keeping her tone doubtful.

"L/n, I mean it." He strengthened. The warm glow from the nightstand next to her made him look like he was out of a movie, pretty and fuckable.

"Reid, I meant when I said sure." She replied, flicking through a few text messages that she'd received while they were fucking.

Spencer picked up his phone, gun, and badge from the other side, trying to ignore her. He'd come right to her hotel room when the case wrapped, needing the instant relief she could give him. It was always like that. It was enough, and she didn't need the soft aftercare or to fall asleep cuddled up next to him.

"Stop being childish." He demanded, throwing her another scowl. It made everything in the room tense, and it was easy for Y/n not to love him.

"Weird to be calling me childish when your dick was just in me." She quipped. It was easier to make the little moments like this- times when they were alone but not fucking- between them witty rather than sentimental since all he did was fuck her and leave.

Spencer took a deep breath, too tired to get into a fight and need to fuck her again. Somehow she was both his stress relief and his stress inducer. "Shut up." He said, a light tone nowhere to be found. She watched him as he slipped his shoes on, turning back to look at her. "We're not doing this again. No more remarks to each other, no more being in each other's hotel rooms, and no more calling each other in DC."

"So we're going to be friends?" She asked, voice filled with sarcasm.

"Y-yes-No. No. We're going to be just... c-colleagues." Spencer stuttered out, brain too overloaded by the irritation of being near her. "That's it."

Y/n scoffed on purpose, finding him amusing. "Alright, Spencer."

"I'm serious." He said firmly. "This is over."

Had Y/n expected it to hurt, she would have been pleased because it didn't. She hadn't expected to feel anything because, every time, without fail, Spencer would be back in her hotel room after a few too many shots.

Determined not to let him have the last word, she called out before he opened the door. "See you later, Doctor Reid." And she did see him later, the next morning in the hotel lobby and, a week later, in her hotel room.

Confirming her hypothesis, Spencer was back in her hotel room after going two weeks without sex. She knew it was a full two weeks because he didn't have anyone to fuck in DC. She won that battle, having other guys to fuck while Spencer sat at home during his days off.

For two months, things seemed like they were getting better. They could both be in the same room, solving cases without eyefucking or looking like they were going to kill each other. It was the closest they had gotten to friendship. It was nice for the team to not feel like they had to pick a side for every minor disagreement.

After one time in Jacksonville, Y/n was quick to grab her phone while Spencer was still dressing, waiting on a text from someone, and it was there. Confirmation in the form of a grey bubble that she had a date when the team got back to DC.

"Reid, we've got to stop this." She said as soon as she read the message, smiling to herself.

That piqued his interest, especially since she'd never suggested that before. Ironically, he didn't believe she was telling the truth. "Mm, and why's that?" Spencer asked nonchalantly, not even glancing at her while he grabbed his stuff.

Y/n used to wish that he would stay, but that was naive, and she quickly discovered there was nothing besides sex between them. What Spencer was even doing with her was a mystery she didn't care to question. He was older, attractive, and she wasn't one to complain when things weren't going terribly.

Smugly, she decided to tell him, hoping it would alienate some of the pain felt by her former self. "Well, I'm going on a date."

Spencer scoffed, and it hurt more than she wanted it to, like he didn't believe she could get a date. "I doubt we'll be finished with this case before tomorrow night, doll, so I'll see you then." He replied, no emotion in his voice. It was a new nickname he'd chosen because that's what she was to him, a doll, someone he could fuck and leave, and she would never complain about it.

"Bye." Y/n waved slightly, watching him slip out the door before falling back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. "Fuck." Yeah, fuck Spencer, literally and metaphorically.

He was back the next night, hands gripping her hips as he guided her into her room. It was anything but sweet, the way he slammed her against the back of the door. Kissing had never been something they found weird, since Y/n had kissed more than one member of the team on their various nights out, not willing to lose a dare. She even made out with Spencer in front of everyone just to win the game.

Routinely, his lips pulled away from Y/n's and set to work kissing her neck. It wasn't to bring her pleasure, though. It was so that he could smirk when she moaned, a sort of humiliation that amused him.

"N-no, no." She stuttered, tugging at his curls harder than necessary to pull him back. "No marks."

Spencer's eyes were so full of lust that it looked like nothing was going into his brain. Before she could repeat herself, his lips were on hers again. She let out a groan when his hips rolled against hers, the hard length contained by his pants pressed against her. He used her disadvantage to slip his tongue into her mouth. Like with an interrogation, the first person who spoke lost, and her lips were moving.

Each trail of kisses down her neck made her wiggle further up the wall until he was holding her up, pinning her against the wall. Her brain was swimming as her fingers frantically unbuttoned his shirt and tried to take his belt buckle off. The way he ground his hips against hers, giving her a taste of the fucking she was about to receive, was intoxicating.

His lips were quickly gone from her neck, and his dark eyes focused on her face, a disapproving chuckle slipping past his lips. "Why is it that people think you're smart, doll?" He asked, pulling back so she was forced to stand by herself while he unthreaded the belt by himself.

He could say just about anything, and she'd still be turned on. "'Am smart." She defended.

If she thought about it hard enough, it was hurtful. Spencer was someone she needed to trust with her life, and he didn't think she added any valuable intelligence to the team. In the interest of self-preservation, Y/n didn't think too hard. Not in times like this, and not when he was an asshole in the field.

"Open your mouth," Spencer commanded, slipping his thumb in when she complied. His fingers danced along her skin, skillfully unbuttoning her shirt with one hand. The touch made her already hot skin send heat downward. "I bet you thought you were so smart with those remarks at dinner today."

The remarks in question were to JJ about the fact that Spencer was never going to have the kids he wanted. It was a below-the-belt (pun intended) jab, and he was deflecting it into bedroom talk rather than telling her it hurt. The more time went on, the more he realized he wasn't ever going to get to fulfill that dream. Not when she was the only, very uninterested girl he was fucking.

Y/n pushed his thumb out of her mouth with her tongue, gently biting it when he tried to stop her from the action. "You're a sensitive little bitch aren't you?" She asked, pushing buttons because she knew he wouldn't actually hurt her, especially not now when they only had a little bit of time.

There was a soft side to him, and sometimes she got to see it when he looked at the members of the team he loved, which meant everyone but her. Like when he held Michael, and his whole face softened, or when Henry finally got the magic trick he'd been taught, and the wide grin he had broke across his face. For her, it was so deeply buried it didn't look like it existed.

There was not a single flicker of sweetness in Spencer's eyes as he looked at her for a second like he was trying to study her features before launching in to kiss her aggressively.

Y/n worked with him, taking her top and bra off so that he didn't have to be there for longer than necessary. As he pushed her closer to the bed, she stepped backward until her calves hit the bed base.

Before he pushed her backward onto the bed, his fingers fiddled with her pants. Y/n's did the same thing to his pants, getting them off quicker than he could get her off. When the cold tips of her fingers stroked over her lower stomach, she froze, hand stilling at the top of his boxer shorts.

"Cute," Spencer remarked condescendingly as he looked at her lace panties, tracing the seam and making her shiver.

No matter how much he stunned her, she was always ready to get revenge. Her hand reached into his underwear, grabbing his cock. It made him throw his head back, letting her watch his Adam's apple bob.

But he didn't get the pleasure without the annoyance. Neither of them did. "Cute." She noted, grinning as she took his length out of his underwear. The first few times they had sex, Y/n gawked at how big he was, but she'd learned to keep her mouth closed unless she was saying something to aggravate him.

Spencer's eyes snapped back to hers, anger dimming the golden rings around the deep brown. "What's going to be cute is when I fuck you so hard you can't walk properly tomorrow." He told her darkly.

"You talk a big game." Y/n quipped although she knew he could live up to that promise. She continued to rid him of his pants while he watched her, eyebrows raised in a prompt for her to continue. "It's almost like you're compensating for something." She mentioned, palming his length, so he understood the implication.

Irritated with her having the upper hand, Spencer slipped a finger past the seam of her underwear, pushing it inside her with little resistance. It was a quick way to shut her up. "Can't hear that smart mouth anymore, just how wet you are." He said, right against her ear. "Listening?" She was. Able to hear the lewd sound of his finger thrusting in and out of her wet hole.

"Fuck." She let out one shameless moan, in too much pleasure to care if he heard it or not. But he did, and she could feel it from the smirk against her skin. It spurred him on to add another, and she fought to contain any more sounds of pleasure.

He'd only got her off a handful of times, so she wasn't surprised when his fingers retreated. "Get ready, doll." He instructed, taking out a condom while he kicked his pants off.

"Let me." Y/n offered her hand to take the condom once she'd taken off her own pants and underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Spencer only frowned a little bit when he handed it over, unsure of what she was playing at. "Being sweet to me now?" He asked, only getting a shrug from Y/n while she played with his dick, sliding the latex down his length. His fingers gripped her chin, holding it so tightly she had to look up at him. "Need me to be gentle tonight?" He wondered, with the tiniest bit of concern in his voice since she was acting uncharacteristically.

The feeling that surged through her was something different than lust, and she ignored it in favor of making a retort. "Spencer, the day I want you to make love to me is the day that I want you to let the next unsub who holds a gun to my head shoot me."

That immediately stopped the momentary compassion. "Don't joke about that." He said, face completely stoic like he was worried putting on a facade would betray him. The underlying emotion, whatever it was, compelled Spencer to push her onto her bed.

Hitting the mattress with a soft thud, Y/n spread her legs as he positioned himself between them. "You are being sensitive tonight." She reminded him like it was a casual thought.

Spencer's fingers gripped her thighs, dragging her legs further off the bed until his dick rested against her pussy. He tapped it against her clit enough times that she felt the hypersensitive yearning.

"Can you hurry up?" She requested, letting out a loud sigh, so he noticed the frustration. It always troubled her when Spencer watched her in such a vulnerable state for too long. He shook his head like he was waiting for something else from her. "Seriously, if you want me to beg- oh, fuck!" It was a practiced, predictable move of his: get her talking then slide into her mid-sentence to shut her up.

From the devilish grin on his face, the ritual hadn't gotten old, and he still enjoyed shutting her up just as much. "Feel so good." He groaned, stilling inside her. It was the only thing he ever complimented her on, clearly the only thing he liked about her.

"Move, please." She requested, rolling her hips against his forcefully. He pulled back slightly, getting ahold of her hips properly before slamming back in. He followed her order not to be soft, moving in and out of her at a brutal pace.

The sound of their skin against each other was drowned out by the moans Y/n was letting out. She figured there was no point in being quiet when, hopefully, this would be the last time they ever did this. Something about Spencer was a bit slower. It was rough, but he stayed inside her for longer with each thrust. Probably to annoy her.

Spencer always looked so pretty on top of her, curls half flopping around, half stuck to his forehead by sweat. He always bit his lip, too, and she could never figure out why. It was the only time she allowed herself to find him attractive. The feeling of him being so deeply inside her and filling her up completely was something she'd become addicted to.

"Being extra good for me tonight, doll," Spencer commented, closely observing the way she arched her back off the bed and adjusting his thrusts accordingly. Sex wasn't really math, but he did the calculations like it was. "Just laying there and taking it without running your mouth."

"Because you f-feel too, fuck, emasculated when I talk?" She offered smugly.

Darkly, Spencer chuckled. "Does that..." There was a stronger than usual thrust inside her. "...Feel emasculated?"

Her moans only increased as Spencer kept up his pace inside her, and she could feel herself getting closer to coming undone underneath him. From his increasing volume, she knew he was getting closer as well.

"You nearly there, doll?" He asked, voice deeper than usual. When all Y/n could do was whimper out an affirmative, his fingers traveled to her clit, skillfully rubbing perfect circles. "Come for me. Always feels so tight when you do."

Y/n's brain was filled with far too much lust for her to be able to form a coherent thought. "Oh, god." She moaned out, body tensing as she came.

That was the reason she kept doing it. The unparalleled release that only Spencer could give her.

"Hmm, close." Spencer quipped, finishing deep inside her. The only time he was gentle was when he pulled out, careful not to make her oversensitive. But his attitude always came back.

While he was cleaning up and putting his clothes back on, Y/n went to the bathroom, only to come out flailing her arms in the air. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She demanded, drawing his attention away from the rubbish bin.

"I've been told a whole range of answers to that, but since I'm beginning to think nothing," Spencer replied, cocky and unbothered by whatever was causing her so much concern. Maybe because he was used to her yelling at him.

"I told you, no marks." She reminded him, pointing to her neck with a pissed-off expression. "So, what's with all these hickeys?" The red marks covered her neck with a higher number than he'd ever left before.

He huffed, looking back at what he was doing as he buckled his belt. "I didn't hear any complaints before tonight or during tonight." He said. That was another reason to hate him, the fact he acted like he'd done her a favor.

"I told you not to." Y/n reminded him, hurrying over to the mirror to check just how bad they were. That was when she noticed the bruises forming on her hips. "Do you ever actually listen to me?" She asked, only getting a shrug from Spencer. She turned around, ready to smack him for his nonchalance.

Spencer caught her hands before she could do anything, holding both of them in front of her. "Calm down. Why is it such a big deal?"

"I have a date when we get back to DC." She irritatingly had to remind him. It angered her since she knew he couldn't forget things. Everyone did. Genius Spencer Reid had an eidetic memory after all. He just liked to act like an asshole to her. "Which I told you."

Her hands were dropped from his grip and she walked over to put some clothes on. "What, and you're going to sleep with him?" He asked haughtily. "Really, Y/n? Do you even know him?"

"Fuck you, Spencer!" She shouted, unphased by the fact the team could probably hear. For that comment, they'd take her side. Angrily, she shoved things into her go-bag, meaning she could sleep for longer in the morning. "You think you're so much better than everyone else. If I want to fuck with someone then I'm going to. The list of people I'm sleeping with is now going to exclude you."

Spencer rolled his eyes, huffing dramatically. "For a profiler, you've got to be one of the stupidest people I've ever met." He argued back, running a hand through his curls and tugging at the ends. Something he always did when he was frustrated. "You should know better."

"Stop pretending that you're better than everyone and that you care about my safety. You're pretentious." She told him, contempt dripping from her voice.

"I don't." Spencer reminded her, fist coming down on the desk in the room. For a moment, he didn't say anything, like he was collecting his thoughts. "Just tell him not to get you pregnant. With your high-risk behavior, any baby would be in grave danger."

It shouldn't have hurt, and his opinion shouldn't have mattered as much, but it did, and she wasn't about to cry in front of him. "And you're so conceited you'll never be able to love someone as much as you love yourself." It wasn't true, but she said it anyway. If anything, Spencer had more love to give than anyone she knew, even with everything he'd been through.

Spencer went for a different tactic with his next reply. He chuckled darkly before snapping back at her. "No one's ever built my ego up like you do, doll." She didn't hate anything about him as much as she hated his smirk.

"Get out, Reid." She instructed, pointing towards the door. "I can't even deal with you anymore."

That was all he needed to leave, having done up enough of his clothing that he wouldn't look suspicious on the walk across the hall to his hotel room. "Me neither." Of course, he had to get the last word in, promptly opening then slamming the door closed, before she could add anything.

The next morning, Y/n really didn't feel like getting up. Not only because she would have to face Spencer, but because she would have to see the team, who had likely heard the entire argument.

Holding her bag in the lobby with a cup of coffee in her hand, the last person she expected to talk to her was Spencer. But, one moment, she was alone, and the next, he was standing next to her, so close that she could smell his recently sprayed cologne.

"I'm sorry." Never had she heard those words come out of his lips. His head was dipped as he shuffled his converse slightly, clearly uncomfortable. "I was out of line-"

"Look, Reid." As soon as she started, his eyes flicked up to meet her still-filled-with-anger ones. "The day you start being nice to me, I'll be upset. Until then, say whatever you like. Don't say shit like that and then apologize because you want to keep sleeping with me." With her feelings said, she moved away from him, wanting to avoid the embarrassment of fighting with him in front of the team, who were most definitely watching them.

Spencer moved to grab her arm, keeping her next to him. "I- Have a good time on your date." He said, although it hurt to let her go knowing he'd harmed her. Y/n nodded and tugged her arm away from him.

JJ and Tara conveniently sat at one end of the jet with her, realizing something was off. The whole jet felt uncomfortable, and tension emitted from the couple, infecting everyone else.

"What happened?" Tara asked, patting Y/n's knee as some form of encouragement.

She sighed as she figured out what to say, but JJ jumped in. "Something's off between you two today. I can tell him off if you need me to."

Y/n chuckled slightly. "When we're squabbling, having petty fights, then we're doing good." She tried to explain the paradox she had played a part in creating. "If it's anything else." Pausing, she let them notice how icy it was on the jet. "Then we're fighting."

"So what happened?" JJ pushed, worried about how troubled it was making her friend. Everyone had witnessed Y/n or Spencer concealing the hurt in their eyes whenever a comment hit too close to home.

"We're done." She confessed, properly confirming that they were, in the past, sleeping together. It was very apparent, even to people who weren't profilers, but both refused to admit it.

The girls weren't sure if they should be happy or sad, and since Y/n's face didn't show any emotion, they were stuck giving her sympathetic smiles.

"You deserve better, Y/n," Tara informed her. Even though they were all aware of the fact, it was nice to have it verbalized. Spencer deserved better, too. They both deserved someone who wouldn't ruin them up for their next partner. "I know it doesn't feel like you'll get over being in love with him, but you will."

That snapped her head up, eyes darting between Tara and JJ, who shared the same sympathetic look like they really believed Y/n loved him. "I don't love Spencer." She whisper-shouted. It was a far different tone than girls trying to deny their 6th-grade crush at a sleepover.

"Okay." JJ retreated, patting her on the arm as she walked past to get another cup of coffee. They didn't talk after that, and Y/n spent the rest of the flight staring out the window, thinking about whether or not she liked him.

As soon as they were back in DC, Penelope was dragging everyone out for drinks, insisting they needed it. Spencer wasn't feeling it, but he went along anyway to avoid suspicion. Bars had never been his ideal place to hang out with friends, especially since Rossi's house offered the privacy they didn't get at a bar.

While the rest of the team drank and danced, Spencer sat in their booth alone. More or less drowning his sorrows in throat-burning whiskey. All he could think about was Y/n. What she was doing, was she still mad at him, and what she had been talking to JJ and Tara about on the jet. Maybe, if he hadn't treated her so badly, he would be the one she was excited to see on a Friday night.

Everyone noticed his melancholy mood, but Penelope sat down next to him, intent on making sure he was okay. She nudged his shoulder, trying to get a smile out of him. "What's going on with you, boy wonder?" She asked, knowing a 'you okay' question would be deflected.

Spencer dragged his eyes up from the sticky table, covered in condensation from the cold glasses. "I said some things to Y/n that I didn't mean." He answered.

"I heard." She nodded.

That piqued Spencer's interest more than questions about his wellbeing. "Who told you? Her?"

Penelope shook her head. "She didn't say anything, but they're all profilers, you know?"

He chuckled lightly, nodding his head. "I hate that sometimes." He remarked.

"But you don't really hate her. Not like you pretend to." Penelope revealed her own profile on him. She was a genius, but it didn't take one to realize he was hurting.

"I don't hate her," Spencer confessed truthfully. Everyone assumed they hated each other, but he didn't care about her enough to feel that strongly. "We're...friends."

Penelope changed strategy, taking an out-of-character, harsh line with him. "You're not friends. You love her, and I know it's hard after...everything, but you need to be honest with her."

"I don't love her." He stated firmly, voice raising in a way that would later make him feel terrible. "She's a toy to me, and I wasn't the person who made her that."

"I really thought you were better than the guys who thought like that." She shook her head disapprovingly, hoping some part of the message was getting through. "Go home and get some sleep, Reid, because you're not thinking properly."

Spencer knew she was right, so he left without farewelling the rest of the team. The case they'd just wrapped was at the end of his 90 days so he knew he had the whole month off to get Y/n out of his brain.

The best way he could think to do that was to find someone else to replace her. That was relatively easy as a young college professor. Sure, none of them were as witty, incredible, brave, and kind as Y/n, but they got his mind off her for long enough. But no one was like Y/n, and no one would ever be.

Spencer never expected her to call. Because she was such a strong person, and because of what he said. He'd received insider tips about her from the others that he pretended he didn't want, but knowing she was okay was the most important thing.

When his phone buzzed on the nightstand, he ran through the possibilities of who it could be. Hoping it wasn't an emergency in the middle of the night, he picked it up. And it was her caller ID with a photo of her grinning that Penelope had hacked his phone to put. She'd done it for all of his contacts, but Y/n was the only one who had a portrait rather than a photo with other members of the team.

"Hey." He answered, a little confused.

"Hi, uh, I'm sorry for calling." She said. There was something in her voice that he couldn't detect. "So late, you know."

Spencer glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 1 AM. "I don't sleep much anyway." He replied, leaving out the fact that his lack of sleep came from thinking about her.

There was something friendly about their conversation, and it was awkward. "I just- I know you're not coming back for a few more weeks." She knew exactly how many days. "But I wanted to apologize for before." The guilt had been bothering her more than she'd like to admit, and after a few too many wines with the girls, she'd dialed his number.

"It's, uh, o-okay." He replied, glancing up at the girl who had walked back into his bedroom half-dressed. It made him sit up straight, wondering what she was doing. Holding his finger over the speaker, he looked up at her. "Give me a second, Ellie." He requested, going back to the call with Y/n.

"Yes, Doctor Reid." She replied, her bare figure walking across the room to grab her phone. That was one of the things he'd learned about his students, they loved their phones.

Back on the phone, he heard Y/n scoff. "Are you seriously hooking up with your students now, Spencer? I thought you were better than a sleazy professor." With that, the line went dead.

All he'd heard lately was that people thought he was better than he was acting. A year ago, he would have been so sure that they were talking about prison, but it made sense since he'd been so hurtful to everyone important to him.

He had to go back two weeks later and face them all again. Penelope gave him the biggest hug when he apologized, and she assured him she only wanted the best for him. Y/n was there, too, of course, with her original, case-solving ideas, and not as much as a glance at him.

But she was at his hotel room door that night, much to his surprise. "I have self-respect." She informed him, only giving him a second to nod before her hands were cupping his cheeks, and she was stepping closer to his body.

Spencer pulled away when he needed some air while Y/n was already taking her clothes off. "We don't have to do this." He reminded her.

"You might not believe it but I have dignity. I just need this right now, and it would be a lot better if you didn't talk." She blurted out, top off and pants already on the floor.

He just looked at her for a moment, noting how beautiful she was, like he always did, but also thinking about how all he'd ever done was use her. The sex was always great. Easily the best he had because of the electric connection they had, but he couldn't help thinking he'd damaged her self-worth by treating her like a toy.

"Yeah, alright, okay." Spencer agreed, working on his own clothing so they could do the only thing they harmoniously did.

Y/n was so exhausted from the case and the stress of the last one and a half months that as soon as they were done, she fell asleep. Even if he knew it was wrong, Spencer watched her sleeping. Just the way she finally looked relaxed, face soft with her hair against the pillow, confirmed what Penelope accused him of. He was wholeheartedly in love with her.

And when she cuddled next to him, reaching out across his chest for something to grab, he let her, even pulled her closer to his side.

When Y/n woke up, she was alarmed to find someone next to her. She remembered the events of the previous night, how he looked at her for longer than normal with soft golden eyes, but she couldn't figure out why he stayed.

"Hey." Spencer greeted her, taking his arm off her waist. His morning voice was something she hadn't heard before but it was better than she imagined, raspy. It was more intimate than she had ever felt with him.

"Hey," Y/n replied, trying to ignore the warmth filling her body. "Why didn't you leave?" She wondered, nothing hostile in her tone.

He just frowned for a moment, examining her features to see if she was serious. "This is my hotel room."

If she didn't feel like an idiot for thinking about him romantically, she did after she looked around the room. The only thing separating it from any unslept hotel room was his go-bag. "Oh." She hummed, moving more away from him.

Spencer couldn't help the next question that fell out of his mouth. "Do you wish I stayed more?"

She looked at him in the soft morning light, unable to see anything but softness on his face. It wasn't what she'd learned was true about him. "That's not what this is." She reminded him firmly, only getting a frown from Spencer, who was clearly waiting for a better answer. "Yes." She whispered like it was a shameful secret. "But that's not what this is." That time, it was to remind herself to stay away from him. To put some distance between them, she got up, getting her clothing so she wasn't nude for any longer than she had to be in front of him.

"It could be," Spencer called out when she walked into the bathroom. She immediately walked back out, no longer focused on finding some mouth wash. All her attention was on him, confirming what he'd said. "I just mean-"

"Please, don't." She begged, sorrow soaking her words. It took everything in her not to cry in front of him. "Don't let me imagine things like that with you. Stop playing with my feelings because it makes you feel smart."

Spencer was a little stunned by her truthfulness with him, and he saw her trying to be mad, but it all came out as sad. "I'm not trying to mess with you." He assured her, getting out of bed so he could grab her hands before she could walk away. Thankfully, he'd put on boxers the night before. "I hate that you think that of me, and I understand why you do, but I promise I'm serious."

She snatched one hand away to wipe her tears. It made his heart twist to see her crying. "So what do you want, Spencer?" Y/n asked, at a loss about what to do. She'd buried her feelings for him so deeply that she could tell everything was about to explode.

"You," Spencer answered in a moment of clarity. "I've misconstrued the message for a long time, but you're so important to me, Y/n."

She could see he was telling the truth. All the blatant honesty radiated off him, and she could see him in a different light. Whatever had changed, she was sure that this was the real Spencer.

He watched while she processed it, opening his mouth a few when he thought of something to add but shutting it every time.

"It's only ever been you." She admitted. "It's frustrating because I can't help it, no matter what you say to me."

"I am so sorry-" Spencer started, but she cut him off.

Instead of saying anything, she kissed him, pulling him closer. Spencer cupped her cheeks, brushing away the tears as he kissed her back. "I know." She confirmed. "I am, too."

"Can we move past it?" He asked, almost like he wasn't sure himself.

"Yes." Y/n agreed without any hesitation. If he was being honest, and she knew he was, they could move past the history of hurtful retaliatory remarks between them.

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jihyocentric · 2 years ago

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roommates!jeonghyo except jeongyeon comes home after a long day from work and jihyo can’t help but seduce her bc of her suit

i guess this was supposed to be from fwb jeonghyo au (?) anyway, every time i think about jeongyeon in suits i remember the first season of tdoong entertainment..

"you're late." jihyo said loudly from the living room as soon as she heard the door opening, eyes not moving away from the tv. "you lost half of the episode, idiot!"

"not everyone has a free schedule like you, park jihyo."

jeongyeon places her keys on the counter and walks towards jihyo, too tired to think about taking her heels off. when she came in their apartment, going against her own neat nature, she left her purse on the ground, more than exhausted after doing extra hours at work. she sits next to jihyo, grabbing some of the popcorn that the younger was eating, sighing when she sees the main character of the drama they had been watching together have a kiss scene with the character she didn't like.

"why do they always choose the ones who could potentially break their hearts?" jeongyeon huffs out, and then jihyo looks at her.

jihyo was about to hit back and say jeongyeon should stop being dense, her reason was that the girl actually had feelings towards the boy she kissed, even if he used to be a bad person. but her words died when she saw what jeongyeon was wearing, a suit that made her look polite, collected and strangely attractive, different than her usual casual wear.

"what is this outfit?" jihyo eyes her from the heels to her still perfect hair even after a day at work. she can't help but feel warm, closing her mouth in disbelief. jeongyeon looked gorgeous.

jeongyeon looks at her, her face softer than the usual. "do you like it? nayeon unnie told me to wear this if i want a raise." jihyo opens her mouth, but jeongyeon laughs it off. "because it makes me look professional, park jihyo. i know what you were thinking."

the way jeongyeon moves her head in a light, tired way and looks back at the tv, mindlessly, as if that was her routine, makes jihyo come to the realization that that was, in fact, a routine. they'd go to college in the morning, after that jeongyeon would go to work and jihyo would take her time to study and do her daily things, and then they'd be back at their home, talk, laugh, if jihyo was in the mood maybe kiss, and repeat it all the next day. it was all too casual, intimately so, and the part where they kissed and cared about each other in a special way makes it hard to believe that they were merely just friends.

"yoo jeongyeon," jihyo places the popcorn bowl on the centerpiece. "kiss me."

"i've already lost half of the episode so don't try to seduce me now." jeongyeon complains, and jihyo doesn't want to hear. she straddles jeongyeon, turning off the tv after she does, holding her best friend's face in her hands. "i was watching that!"

"you can watch it later." jihyo says, opening button after button of jeongyeon's suit. "i hate to admit it but you look really sexy."

jeongyeon might have complained but she let jihyo open her suit and kiss her neck, her eyes closing at the soft touch of jihyo's lips over her skin. she really needed to relax and jihyo gave her just that, managing to take off jeongyeon's shirt and the blazer, only so she could remove jeongyeon's bra.

"what are you doing?" jeongyeon asks when jihyo tries to make her wear the blazer back.

"want to fuck you while you wear it." jihyo says, and jeongyeon helps her put the piece of clothing back.

"kinky." jeongyeon teases, moaning when jihyo's hands squeezes her breasts.

there was something about the way jihyo touched her that made jeongyeon relax, even her shoulders losing the tension. jihyo's hands, despite being small, were enough to touch every inch of her body in the most delicate way, making jeongyeon sigh with every tender touch. to jeongyeon's surprise, jihyo has been starting kisses lately. the one who was absolutely against sharing that much intimacy while they had sex was now slipping her tongue past jeongyeon's lips, giving her a hungry but controlled kiss that made jeongyeon hold her waist tightly in both of her hands, bringing jihyo so close that it was only convenient to ride jeongyeon's thigh.

jihyo moans and breaks the kiss, slightly out of breath. "s-stop. i want to make you feel good and you're distracting me."

"how about i make you feel good instead?" jeongyeon kisses her neck, hands sneakily grabbing her breasts under the shirt.

jihyo slaps jeongyeon's hands. "no. now take your pants off."

jihyo leaves jeongyeon's lap and kneels on the floor, waiting patiently for jeongyeon to unzip her pants and take them off, along with the panties. she kisses jeongyeon's thighs, reaching closer to her wet core, giving a lick on jeongyeon's folds to have a little taste.

jihyo brings jeongyeon closer to the edge of the couch, burying her face in her legs, making jeongyeon moan from the back of her throat, fond of the feeling of jihyo's tongue eating her out. the way jihyo looked up at her while giving her the best oral she has ever received felt particularly intimate, and maybe jeongyeon was too tired from work that her mind couldn't think straight, but there was a glint filled with affection, almost palpable, in the way jihyo looked at her.

jeongyeon's hips quivered and searched for more of jihyo's mouth, a sharp cry coming out of her when she felt she was close, and soon enough her thighs trapped jihyo's head in place, coming all over the younger's mouth, whining when jihyo's tongue continued to lick her, gathering all of her cum. jihyo pecked jeongyeon's thigh one more time before getting up and straddling the older, who was near to dozing off.

"hey, hey. don't sleep here. i know i'm so good i made you exhausted but you need to take a shower and eat first." jihyo says, annoyingly, biting jeongyeon's shoulder out of habit.

"yes, let's take a shower." jeongyeon finds strength to get up from the couch, taking jihyo with her. the younger squeals when she's lifted, holding onto jeongyeon not to fall.

"i've showered already, let me go!" jihyo slaps jeongyeon's back, only for jeongyeon to slap her butt in order to make her stop squirming. "yoo jeongyeon!"

#anon #jeongyeon #jihyo #jeonghyo #fwb!jeonghyo #fill

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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 4 years ago

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter Two (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 5255

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: I am HYPE to post this new chapter! Omg I just love writing this series so much its so fun writing Tom like this lol. Also low key...this chapter has an easter egg to a pervious series of mine and I’m v curious if anyone catches it but probably not because its superrr tiny but either way I hope you guys like this one! Obviously, smut is in this chapter! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

“What happened to that girl you took home the other night from The Lace Rabbit?” Harrison asked as he ordered his lunch before he took a seat at the table with Tom. It was typical for them to meet up during the week on their lunch breaks and catch up when they were not busy being wingmen for the other while bar hopping on the weekends.

Tom shrugged off Harrison’s question as he took a bite of his sandwich, “She got a little clingy so I had Y/N help me get rid of her,” he smiled as he said your name out loud. His friends knew of you as the hot girl who lived next door who bailed him out of sticky situations. Always teasing Tom how he could never actually get you. The irony made it all too funny for him, “How’d it go with that blonde girl?” he asked to change the subject off of him.

He didn’t know if he should bring up the two of you sleeping together with Harrison. Harrison was his best friend and wouldn’t judge but he knew he’d give Tom shit for it. He’d want to know details of your arrangement or how it came about, if you were really that good and Tom didn’t feel comfortable answering that. Not if it was about you. He didn’t want his other friends knowing about you in the way he did. That was personal between you both and he wanted to show you he respected you.

“It didn’t,” Harrison admitted while taking a sip of his water. He let out a chuckle as he felt himself blushing, “Forgot her name and she spilt her drink on me. Can’t say I didn’t deserve that one,” he at least knew when he was in the wrong.

Tom cringed into his sandwich as he let out a cackle, “You definitely deserved it, mate,” he laughed with another bite. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he chose to ignore it, knowing like clock work what it probably was. It was going to ruin the rest of his day and he at least wanted to enjoy lunch with his friend before getting pissed off for the day.

“She’d probably love you,” Harrison teased.

“Fuck off,” Tom rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I’m not taking your angry seconds.”

“Don’t knock angry sex til you try it,” Harrison smirked knowingly.

Tom shook his head as he once again ignored the phone ringing, “I think I’m good, thanks,” he brushed it off with another eyeroll.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt weird talking about their last venture out at the club. Maybe it was because Tom knew where he ended up after that girl had left and he knew what that meant for the both of you. But Tom wasn’t done with his bachelor days, and even you knew that. Hell, you practically insisted since this was a no strings attached deal.

It just felt strange not telling Harrison about you. Like it was a weird secret. But at the same time, he felt oddly protective of you. Not wanting his friends to see you as some girl he was getting laid with. Or worse, a potential love interest. He knew it wasn’t going to happen. Hell would be freezing over before Tom decided on any sort of long term obligation. But he knew his friends and he knew they wouldn’t see this is a simple agreement between two friends. And he didn’t want to deal with that conversation.

Staying quiet was the better option. For his own sanity. And...well, would you care if he told anyone about this? Tom figured that was another rule he’d have to ask about. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he knew you had a list of rules as well that he was happy to follow. As long as that meant one thing and one thing only: non-exclusive.

Harrison noticed Tom’s phone buzzing for the third time. And Tom ignored it for the third time. He checked the message with a huff of his breath before turning the screen face down on the table, going back to his lunch before he had to get back to work.

“Clingy girl?” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s phone.

Tom shook his head, “My mother was supposed to visit this weekend but you know the routine,” he mumbled into his food, not even wanting to respond to her.

“Let me guess,” Harrison began, knowing exactly where this was going since he knew Tom’s whole story inside and out. Including the bits he hated to discuss which was mainly his family, “Going skiing with Clint in Veil instead?” he questioned knowingly.

Tom scoffed out a laugh at his guess, “Surfing with Clint in Malibu but same shit,” he corrected as he tried not to let it get to him. But even Harrison could tell he was getting bothered by it once again and who could honestly blame him.

Always the same story every time no matter what and Tom grew tired of her antics. He couldn’t even blame Clint for it anymore considering she’d been this way since he was a kid before he was even in the picture. Only now she would just use him as the perfect excuse to get out of coming to visit.

He knew he shouldn’t care anymore but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something easy for him to simply let go of. It was his mother. And no matter how many times he’d try she would always give him back the bare minimum and it always made him upset. She was his one final connection to him and she could care less about any of it, so why did Tom? It always got under his skin and he loathed that it did.

But he would still invite her. No matter how miserable it made him.

“Well at least now you’re free this weekend,” Harrison broke his thought while he gathered their garbage before they headed back to work, “The usual at The Lace Rabbit this Saturday then?” he suggested with a knowing smile to try and get Tom out of his mood.

Grabbing his phone, Tom clutched it tightly as he inhaled sharply. Knowing his change of plans meant doing his normal routine even though he was looking forward to the slight change this weekend, which now just seemed bleak to him

“Yeah,” Tom agreed as he tapped your name on his phone but hesitated when he saw his mother trying to call for a fourth time, “The usual this weekend.”

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Your chest tensed as you got into your car after your extremely long day in the office. Everything around you felt heavy and you couldn’t wait to get home as soon as you could but you found yourself still frozen in your car. Unable to move as the moments from earlier this afternoon invaded your thoughts once again while you tried your best to move in. Even though you knew you were completely grief stricken and didn’t know what the hell to do.

The promotion was yours, at least you had thought it was by the way your boss would constantly hint at it. You knew it was never a definite thing, but you were confident in the hard work you had put into your job and knew you were a top contender for the spot. You worked longer hours, took on extra tasks, you even worked on the occasional weekend to get your work done. Taking every precaution necessary to prove that you were the best fit for the role.

Everything felt like it was lining up for you. Co-workers were giving you a pat on the back for your work accomplishments, your boss was taking note of everything you were doing, and you overall felt really good about where you stood for the potential position. So imagine your surprise when you attended the big luncheon and your boss announced his undeserving son was getting the spot instead of you.

It was both nepotism and misogyny rolled into one and it made your stomach turn the longer you had thought about it. None of it made any sense and it was far from fair. You knew you were the one more deserving of the position, the whole office knew it. Even your damn boss knew but he chose his damn son over you and it felt like a stab right to your gut.

You felt so betrayed and beside yourself as you finally decided to head home. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you tried to focus on the road but you just couldn’t ignore the facts. How were you going to be able to show up and take orders now from your boss’ son? You knew the job more than he did and it felt like a huge screw you.

On your drive home, you tried to make yourself feel better by putting on some music to distract yourself but nothing helped. You felt beyond defeated and frustrated right now you didn’t know what was going to make you feel better at the moment. It felt like the world was against you. Between finding Justin with another woman and your job, you were really batting one thousand lately and you weren’t sure when you would catch a break.

Things were not going how you planned at all. The thought of just quitting your job and starting all over again crossed your mind but the fear of the unknown kept haunting you. You didn’t know which direction to go in or who to turn to for advice anymore. You were slowly drowning and you needed someone to throw you a goddamn life jacket already.

You were relieved to finally be home. Maybe some peace and quiet would make you feel a little better, you thought to yourself while you kicked your shoes off and turned some music on for yourself. Trying to put the day behind you and focus on the present moment while you got changed into more comfortable clothes to unwind.

You jumped out of your skin when you heard a knock at your door, not expecting anybody to come by right now. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you headed back towards the door and looked through the peephole. To your surprise, you weren’t really surprised at all. You were actually sort of relieved when you opened the door and saw Tom standing there holding a pizza box.

“That better have extra cheese,” you asked with a narrowed expression while you invited him inside with the pizza that he would always bring you even in normal times.

Placing the box on the kitchen table, Tom opened it with a grin as he showed you the pizza pie with cheese practically oozing from the crusts, “Figured it was an extra toppings sort of day,” he admitted, knowing he really needed the escape from reality. Even if it was just a pizza.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed as you grabbed a piece closest to you as Tom handed you a paper plate. You headed over towards your refrigerator to grab you both a few beers while Tom leaned up against your kitchen counter as he devoured his slice, “I’m guessing you had a bad day judging by your pizza presentation?” knowing there wasn’t really any particular reason he’d be coming over with it today. Unless if he wanted something?

You slowed your pace back from the fridge wondering if he was going to pick up on how you were feeling. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to notice. Whenever you and Tom had a pizza night it was merely to gossip about your lunatic neighbors or watch a game together. You talked about casual things but never really gone into depth or prying into each other’s lives. Why did it feel like suddenly you wanted something different? Would sex change that much in your friendship?

“We can just ignore that...we don’t have to talk about unimportant stuff,” you waved it off. Tom didn’t need to hear about your miserable day. And you didn’t want to pry into his.

He swallowed the last bite of his slice, “If something makes you upset, it’s not unimportant,” he noted. But when he noticed you just looking at him, he raised his hands in surrender. “Ignore my philosophical ass. But I’d like to hear about your day, you know,” he laughed it off.

What the hell was he doing? He thought to himself. Don’t let personal shit ruin this. Enjoy her company. That’s it.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you told him. You had mentioned to Tom a while ago that your boss was hinting at it but you never went into detail with him about it. You weren’t used to Tom actually wanting to be open or the other way around. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly surprised Tom even gave a crap about stuff like this.

Tom frowned at your answer and he felt his heart sink a bit when you told him the truth about your bad day. He didn’t know much about your job but he was sure you were a hard worker. He saw how much you loved your job and how passionate you were about it when it would come up. You would share upcoming projects with him from time to time and he would see the look on your face whenever you explained them to him. So hearing that you were passed by for a promotion was upsetting to him.

“I...shit, Y/N,” he put his pizza down as he walked over towards to give you a hug. Sliding his hands around your waist he pulled you into him as he felt you relax against his chest, “You didn’t deserve that,” he added softly.

You allowed Tom to embrace you, his warmness comforting you a bit before you pulled away and started crying when telling him about your boss’ son getting the job instead of you. Making you laugh by calling him every name in the book, you and Tom finally found a common ground as you kept venting to him.

Tom pulled away slowly, his hand resting at your chin while he licked his lips, “You’re boss sounds like a fucking prick, I hope you know that,” he told you reassuringly. The small smile you formed when he spoke made him want to keep making you feel better, “I’m glad you’re smiling,” he blushed at his confession.

Stretching your mouth wider, you flashed Tom a playful yet overly wide grin to deflect the attention he gave to you. The two of you laughed as Tom pulled away with a loud chuckle, shaking his head at your sudden silliness, “That has to be the most hideous smile. But we’ll work on it,” he told you through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes before going back to your pizza, giving Tom a look as you nudged him, “Not gonna tell me about what happened to you?” you finally asked.

Tom tensed as he tried to brush it off with a simple shrug into his pizza. The thought of his mother’s texts and ridiculous apologies and excuses continued to drive him crazy as he mumbled into his bite, “It’s stupid shit,” he told you as he swallowed the crust he was chewing, “Mom stuff, not important,” he added bluntly.

You could see the look on his face and could tell it was important to him but you didn’t want to force him to talk about it. Tom was never one to bring up his family ever to you and that was the first time you had ever heard him even mention his mother. He never spoke of his father, at least to you, so you just assumed both were out of his life for whatever reason and it was none of your business to ask.

And Tom refused to admit it but he wanted you to ask about him. Spending hours upon hours at bars, turning his focus always onto the girl; because he knew no girl would ever want to go home with a self righteous, egotistical guy. It was never something Tom minded to do, especially with complete strangers who he would never open up to in a million years. It might have been the recent development he had with you but there was something refreshing he felt around you and as much as it freaked him out, he didn’t seem to mind.

But diving into his mommy issues with you now seemed too much to deal with right now. You were dealing with more than enough problems with your job and your miserable ex-boyfriend, he figured you didn’t need to hear his bitching right now anyway. He came here to get away from those shitty thoughts, not open those wounds further.

Tom came here for a distraction.

Licking his lips, Tom perked up as he looked at you fervidly, “Wanna have sex?” he asked matter of factly. He figured he didn’t need to beat around the bush since you had your arrangement but maybe he was a bit too direct with his request. Tom cleared his throat as he tried to save the night, “I-I mean, I just figured since we both had shitty days that maybe we could uhm-”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you cut him off with a smirk and you perked up as well, nodding as you smoothed out your hair. Standing back up as you turned your back towards him, removing your shirt in the process, “Let’s go,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards your room.

“Oh, we’re jumping right in,” Tom mumbled to himself as he practically fell off his chair to follow you into your room, tossing his shirt beside yours as he practically froze already seeing you completely undressed, “Christ…” he breathed out while taking you in.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, bringing your lips to his now bare shoulder, “You’re really acting like you haven’t seen me like this the other day?” You laughed against his skin while you began to suck a bruise against him, hearing him let out a gasp while your hand snaked into his pants sneakily, “Beginning to really like this whole friends with benefits thing we have,” you laughed as you found Tom’s lips.

Practically growling into your kiss, Tom lifted you up and lowered you onto your back on your bed. His lips traveled from yours, to your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button as you moaned quietly before he brought himself down between your thighs. His lips peppering your inner thigh before he got straight to the point because this whole arrangement meant no foreplay. Another plus for Tom.

“Darling, I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,” Tom breathed out a laugh as he pressed his tongue flatly against your clit. Sliding two of his fingers into your core while he slowly pumped in and out of you, “This is what got me through my day today,” he told you before he brought his mouth back to your core.

You arched your back while your fingers went towards Tom’s curls. His name began to fall from your lips while he lapped his tongue carefully, letting it slip inside of you as he continued to tease you with his mouth. His fingers sliding into you again, adding a third as he moaned against your center; allowing the vibrations to roll throughout your entire body.

“Mmm, oh, fuck...!” you cried out, yanking gently against Tom’s hair as you felt the coil beginning to burn from inside of you. Biting your lip to stifle another moan, “Fuck...yo-you’re really good at that,” you breathed out with a small laugh which turned into a whimper.

With his head peering up at you, Tom flashed you a cocky smile with a playful wink as he licked your folds teasingly, “Did you seriously doubt my abilities to make you cum with my mouth, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow while pumping his fingers now tantalizingly slow, “You’re gonna pay for that comment,” he said to you.

“Just...shut up and make me cum, Tom,” you told him through another gasp as you felt his teeth drag teasingly against your already throbbing bud. His lips wrapped around it as he sucked more harshly, doing exactly as you had asked him to do, “Ungh...oh god, okay. Yeah, keep doing that,” you instructed as you began to grind your hips against his mouth.

Tom took it as a challenge and picked up his pace, beginning to flick your clit faster while he continuously sucked on it. His three fingers now entirely coated in your warmth as he felt you clenching around them. His pants feeling tighter from his hard on while he knelt at the end of your bed trying to bring you to where he wanted.

His free hand splayed against your stomach, holding you in place while he felt you trying to squirm around from the way he was making you feel. Rubbing your clit in between his breaths, Tom looked up at you as he licked a solid stripe down your center, “Let out how you’re feeling from today and cum for me, Y/N,” Tom commanded.

Your eyes shut as you did exactly what Tom had suggested. Completely coming undone from beneath him while you released as much of the tension from earlier as you possibly could but in the most amazing way. Your eyes rolled back into your head while your back arched as Tom’s tongue continued to work you up while you were at your highest point.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you started to come down from it, feeling Tom begin to kiss his way back up your stomach with a smug look, “Don’t give me that look,” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness as his tongue traced along your neck, “I could do what you just did to myself, you know,” you tried to knock him off his high horse a bit while he pretended to be wounded from your words.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Did you?” Tom reminded you as his lips found yours. His hands still in between your thighs as he brought them between you both, showing you his coated fingers while he tasted you off of them, “Tastes like I made you cum because you wanted me to,” his smugness only elevated as he pushed himself off of you as he laid on his back on your bed.

“Need I remind you that you came to my place like a porno with a pizza looking to get laid,” you retaliated as you shifted so you were now hovering over him. Your hands guiding towards his belt buckle to get him out of his restraintive pants. The pleading look on his face made you just as smug, “Sounds like you want me to do just about the same thing, am I right or am I right?” you sang in his ear.

Tom helped you get the rest of his pants and boxers off, feeling himself spring out as he stared back at you with uncertainty, “Did you...just call me a porn star?” he questioned as the two of you let out a laugh.

“You wish, Tommy,” you teased as you ran your tongue down his abs, placing small and open kisses against his stomach as you made your way down to his legs while your hand carefully gripped his hardened length, your thumb running the pre-cum around his tip while you already heard him gasping for you.

Gripping your bedsheets with one hand, Tom reached around to create a makeshift ponytail to hold your hair. Cussing under his breath as he watched your mouth wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it while your eyes searched for his. He was really trying to hold it together but you were already driving him crazy.

“Let’s see what you got, Y/N,” Tom challenged you with a heavy breath as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Sometimes, girls think they know exactly what to do but-OH FUCK!”

His words were lost as soon as your mouth went straight down to his base. Suctioning as hard as you could before coming back up his cock painfully slow. Moaning your name as his chest began to heave, Tom felt his thighs start to quiver from under you. Even just watching the way you were working on him was enough to make him whimper right now.

“Fuck...okay, yeah I take that back,” Tom gasped as his nose crinkled up while his other hand white knuckled the sheets, “God, your mouth is fucking perfect. Why haven’t we done any of this shit before?” he was in such a fucked out haze, he wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying made any sense at all. But he felt his stress from earlier going away finally. Even if this was just a short state of bliss, he was grateful for it anyway.

“You really want me to answer that or would you just prefer me to keep sucking your dick?” you sassed while you kitten licked his tip. You watched from the end of the bed as Tom bucked his hips into your mouth to try and get more contact from your lips but you pulled away from him and just kept licking his tip.

God, you were good, Tom thought to himself.

‘K-keep going,” Tom finally breathed out, flinging his head against the pillow to brace for the impact.

Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed yourself all the way down his cock. Your tongue flicking the base in between as you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. You could tell he was close so you moaned softly into his cock, watching as Tom shuddered from the sensation you just sent through him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom cried out, moaning your name as he rutted his hips into your mouth. His pupils blacked as he felt the heat rising in his body, “Shit...I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warned as you pulled away, running your hand down his shaft as he began to come undone for you.

His warmth spilled out into your hand and down his cock while he let go finally. The stress somewhat leaving his body as it did yours while the euphoric high peaked for him. Your lips crashed against his while his tongue parted your lips to find yours, tangling them together as he moaned against your mouth while riding out his high finally.

You waited for Tom to catch his breath before you smiled against his lips, placing a small peck against them as you pulled away with an even bigger grin, “Yeah, you’re welcome,” you gave him the same arrogant tone he gave to you moments earlier before you pecked his lips again.

After taking some time to get yourselves together mixed with the continuous fooling around underneath the sheets, you and Tom finally decided to get up and end the night. Even though he didn’t want to leave, he knew he probably shouldn’t overstay. Primarily, Tom was adamant about never spending the night at a girl’s place that he slept with. That made things complicated and he didn’t want complicated. But since you and him had rules to not make things messy, he wasn’t sure if that applied to you. For now, he wanted to play it safe so he got himself dressed again.

You pulled on an oversized t-shirt, realizing both of your hair looked a mess. Luckily you were already home and Tom was down the hall so it didn’t really matter. You wanted to say something to Tom, that you were thankful he came by tonight. You were thankful even before sex was on the table. It felt nice to have him as an ally to swing by with a pizza when he didn’t even know you needed that.

“...is it weird to say I’m glad you came by?” you gestured towards your bedroom while you walked with him out into the kitchen where the half eaten pizza was left, “I know we haven’t really made too many rules about it but…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh as you smiled at him awkwardly.

“Like we said, zero weirdness,” Tom reminded you as he padded his way over to you. He grabbed a leftover crust from the box and shoved it in his mouth, clearly starving already from the workout you had just given him. He smiled while he chewed lazily, his mouth still filled with pizza crumbs, “But I’m happy to come by when we have shit days...and make you cum as well,” he smirked deviously.

The door opened as you smiled back, “Doesn’t have to be just bad days, you know. We could...screw whenever we feel like it,” you told him, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

“Did you just say screw?” he whipped his head towards you with a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just leave you to the girls who leave you unsatisfied then,” you fought back.

Tom leaned against the door with his mouth gaped open, “They do not...leave me...unsatisfied?” he questioned himself, knowing that that was true, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Then why are you here?” you placed a hand on your hip, feeling the smile pulling at your lips while you messed around with him. You certainly weren’t in this mood earlier before Tom came around.

Pressing his lips together, Tom rolled his eye at you, “Fine...we can screw...whenever,” he leaned in closer to you with his eyes big as he mimicked your voice when you said it, “As long as we keep this thing strictly what we intended, you can use me whenever you need, Y/N,” and he meant it.

You didn’t back away when he sealed his words with a soft kiss, paired with his trademark grin. Tom pulled away slowly, taking in the moment as he wished you a goodnight quietly before kissing you against the cheek, “Like I said, best friend I ever had,” he said softly once again.

“Am I interrupting something?” A voice broke from behind the two of you. Both of your eyes widened towards each other as you both simultaneously pivoted your heads towards the staircase where the voice was coming from.

Tom closed his eyes with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to ignore Harrison staring at the two of you with a crooked grin. Making it known to Tom that explaining this was going to be a lot tougher than he had imagined.

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yoonpobs · 3 years ago

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hello 😊

may I request a drabble with jungkook and seokjin and reader with some angst and a bit of smut.. seokjin is her boyfriend and jungkook is jin's best friend and also a close friend of hers his also in love with her and he doesn't hid the fact that he has feelings for her so when y/n and seokjin get into a fight he seeing it as an opportunity to finally see if she wants to be with him

I hope that makes sense

thank you ❤️

pairing: fwb!seokjin x oc, roommate!jungkook x oc

genre: smut, angst

warnings: toxic/unhealthy fwb relationships, jin is a douche, jk is mean, oc needs a break

words: 2, 775

note: WHY DO I ALWAYS GIVE MY OCS A HARD TIME IM SORRY & i took a bit of a turn w this request so i apologise for any inaccuracies 😢

There is a way that Seokjin treats you in bed that makes you feel whole yet like you’re losing bits and pieces of yourself to him every time. He’s never selfish—God no. He was generous to you, much more generous than real lovers you had in the past that you shared kisses that were full of passion between the sheets. The passion you felt with Seokjin was undeniable and almost painful. You hated the word almost, it was like wasted potential on a possibility that could’ve come true but fell too short to be real. And every time you thought of that word you thought of Seokjin.

He was there. He always was. That was the conflicting part. Between always and almost, he was always with you but never almost in love with you the way you were with him. It was pathetic, really. How a woman held such high regard for turned into someone unrecognisable between the sheets and a few kisses from a man who didn’t even love her back. You swore to yourself you’d never let this happen. But here it was—happening.

He fucks into you at a brutal pace that could almost cloud your stressful thoughts. He never misses, his hips angled upwards to hit you in places that only lovers should feel. You moan, scream and cry—for reasons more than how good he makes you feel.

“Ffffffuck, J-Jin!” Your head is pressed against the mattress but you can still see your delirious expression through the mirror in front of your bed. He looks angelic with the way his forehead scrunches in utmost concentration in making you feel good, but the way he snaps his hips harder into your own was demonic. He usually left bruises and it felt nice to have the remainder of what he did to you—but stung at the same time with the way that he marked you as if you were his.

You weren’t.

“Like that, angel?” He leans down to whisper against your cheek and all you can muster is the blubber of a response.

The grip on your hips is rough, but you like it that way. He slips a hand in between your spread legs and rubs your clit in figure-eights that has you whining at a decibel louder than the ones before. Jin notices this and starts fucking into you faster if that was even humanely possible.

“Look at you—so fucked out. You’re mine to ruin, right?” He taunts you, dragging a hand up your body with the wetness as the answer to his question. He tugs on your chin to direct your face to look at your reflection clearly, and you see your lips swollen, eyes blown out and hair tousled.

“Y-Yes—fuck—yours, J-Jin!” You’re panting, and you feel your coil unravel at a rapid pace, and Jin groans from behind you when he feels your cunt spasm around his cock ferociously.

“If you’re mine then don’t cum just yet,” He sounds too collected for a man who’s been fucking his cock deep into you for the past hour, but you could never read Seokjin. Even when you had his dick all the way down your throat, the most you’d get is a groan—and that was more than you could ever muster up from him.

“Jin—Jin—p-ple-please! I need to—ah—cum—!” Your words were cut short when he reached his hand around your throat to squeeze it softly. But you moan louder, and your pussy responds by getting tighter around his cock.

He chuckles in a low timbre from behind you, hips slightly stuttering—and you know this is a sign of his release coming soon—and you push your hips back to meet his pace, causing him to hiss at the sudden action.

Jin stares at you from the mirror for the night, and you release he always has a similar expression when he’s approaching his high. Something cold, detached yet melancholic. You could never read him enough, because by the time you think you’ve got an answer—he demands.

“Cum.”

And you do. Hard. Spots of white taint your vision like an angel trying to cleanse you from your sins. But the way you blackout for a second shows you no mercy and reminds you that Jin was the devil and you were his plaything.

“Ffffffff—” You can barely breathe. But it’s a pleasurable feeling—the only thing suffocating is the aftermath. When he leaves, barely sparing you another glance.

And you feel him cum with you, deep spurts of white painting your pussy as you feel full of him. Like he’s here to stay. He pushes you back onto him and revels in your limp body. You allow him.

When he pulls out, you’re exhausted. And you can tell he is, too. He’s heaving, and he helps you onto your back by placing a pillow under your back and head. He’s caring, but only out of decency, not commitment. You’re tired too, but it’s the type of tired that settles into your bones. The tired you only feel after sex with Seokjin because you know you’re sleeping alone.

He’s meticulous and quick, just like he always is. It’s the same routine that you’re unfortunately intimate with. He searches for his pants, slips on his shirt and grabs his keys and wallet. They’re always on your desk; never anywhere else because that implies that the routine was breaking. Jin would never break that—not with you, at least.

“Won’t you stay?”

Your voice is soft as it breaks through the atmosphere. You seem to catch him off guard for a moment but he’s tedious at not showing anything more than he needs to. He casts you a glance over his shoulders and you feel oddly vulnerable with your naked body, a blanket draped over your curves in a way that should be enticing. But you knew it wasn’t—because he only wanted you in the heat of the moment and every second after that is a reminder of who you were.

“Since when did we do that?” He snorts, quickly carding a hand through his hair while he checks his appearance.

And as always, he looks kept together while you were left ruined at the expense of his hands.

“We don’t,” you say softly, “I just thought …” your voice wavers when he raises a brow at you, causing you to hesitate in your words but you’re oddly determined today. Maybe you’re tired of the heartache, “It’s late.”

He looks at you for a long second before rolling his eyes and stalking you. Your heart clenches in expectation, but all Jin does is reach a hand around your chin when he leans down to bring your face inches away from his. Your eyes are hopeful when you look into his. The gentle orbs that peer back could fool anyone into thinking that he was tender and loving—but you’ve never seen that side of him. You only saw him when he was overtaken by desire, hard and tall when he fucks into you like a rag doll while he smirks at your slacked body.

“That’s cute,” he grins widely as your breath hitches, “But that’s not what we do, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment is anything but endearing. It’s mocking and it hurts.

“I …” You croak.

Then he releases you, finger lightly pushing your chin so that you’d fall back onto your palms. He checks his phone with a casual grin, likely being called over to another party—or anywhere else that wasn’t your home. Your heart shatters all over again, but you’re used to it. The glass that scrapes your skin is stained with blood but you’re a sucker for the pain.

“I’ll call you,” is all that he leaves you with before he’s helping himself out of your room, leaving the door open in his way. He doesn’t care for formalities, not even when you see him bump into your roommate on the way out. He gives a wave of acknowledgement, but nothing else—because who would introduce their fuck-buddy to their roommate?

But Jungkook knew. Of course, he did. You weren’t subtly because you hoped if someone knew then it’d be a little more real for you to hold onto. That ugly seedling of hope that blooms in your chest every time Jungkook would catch a glimpse of Jin leaving your room makes you wonder what it’d feel like if you could have him over for dinners, for movie nights—for it all.

But you can only do that; wonder.

The door creaks ever so slightly and only do you realise that the tears return. You automatically know who it is, because it’s the same routine. It’s the same song that you hear each time he comes over and it’s on an unhealthy loop of replays when you feel your bed dip.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Jungkook whispers.

You don’t care that you’re bare. Jungkook’s seen you in worse states. Drunk off your mind, on the verge of collapse when you’d hope the alcohol would take the pain away. He’s a good roommate—but he really needs to mind his own business.

“Stop.”

“He’s a fucking asshole,” he sneers, grabbing your arm so that you’d look at him.

He hates that your eyes are red, and he hates that the bruises on your neck and chest match. The room smells heady of sex, and Jungkook has to endure the same pain you feel but tenfold when he watches your lips wobble the longer he stares.

“I love him, Jungkook.” You sob, leaning into his chest when he sighs for the umpteenth time, hearing the same thing leave your lips. It never got easier.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Jungkook spits, the thought of Jin returning only making his fists ball tighter when they rest around your bare shoulders, “Stop this. Stop going back to him.”

“Why doesn’t he want me?” You cry, hot tears wetting the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt.

“Why do you want him?” Jungkook returns, voice raising when he pulls back.

His eyes are blazing, the anger in his chest is only exponentially increasing the more he sees you heave. The tears that leave your eyes makes his heart clench and makes him want to chase that son of a bitch down and make sure he’d never see you again. But Jungkook finds himself staying still because you were here. In his arms—even if it you weren’t his.

But he’s still angry, and his mouth runs hotter than ever.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself, huh?” Jungkook grabs your shoulders, forcing you to stare at him with swollen eyes, “You know he’s just using you! All he does is fuck you and leave. He doesn’t love you—and he will never love you so stop doing this to yourself and leave him before you continue hurting yourself like this!”

“Fuck you,” you spit through the tears.

“Because I’m telling you the truth?” He sneers, “Because I’m telling you things that you already know but are too damn scared to do?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jungkook!” You scream, pushing at his chest. But he grabs your wrist and levels you with a menacing stare while his own chest rises and falls with every breath of air he takes.

Your anger is muffled by your tears, and it’s a mixture of pain and rage when you peer at him. Jungkook’s so tired. He’s tired of feeling this way—of seeing you destroy yourself when you deserved more than anything anyone could ever offer.

“No,” Jungkook deadpans, “You’re going to listen to me and you’re doing this now.”

“I’m not doing anything! So let—me—go—!” You thrash in his hold, but Jungkook only tightens his grip around your wrists in a warning.

“Delete his number.”

“I can’t do that,” you say weakly.

“You can and you fucking will,” Jungkook says vehemently.

And as a point, he reaches for your phone that rests on your nightstand; and before you can process what he’s doing—he’s thumbing through your contacts and hovering over the one person you always seem to go back to.

“Jungkook, no—!”

But the damage is done, and Jungkook presses delete. For some reason, you feel absolutely nothing. But you’re angry, you’re angry because Jungkook’s always the person you see when it hurts the most and even through his words—all you want to do is scream.

“I hate you so much!” You scream.

Jungkook chuckles, dark and humourless as he runs his fingers through his hair. He stares to the side, jaw clenching in annoyance when you continue to cry and sob. He wanted to tell you to shut up—to stop crying over someone who’s probably already fucking the next breathing thing in his direction. But he doesn’t, because Jungkook’s impulsive. More so than he’d like.

“Yeah?” Jungkook scoffs, “You hate me? The person who’s trying his best to protect you?”

“You’re not protecting me!” You snap.

He ignores your indignant tone before levelling you with a blank stare that intimidates you more than you’ve ever been of Jungkook. He’s fuming, but it’s a calm before the storm that rattles your heartbeat against your chest. He looks livid.

“You hate me and love that fucking idiot?” He snarls, inching closer as you back away.

The growl in Jungkook’s chest is unheard of because more often than not he was level-headed. An annoying prick but calm and collected at most. This is the first time you’ve seen Jungkook look anything less than composed—and it was because of you.

“I can’t—I can’t control my feelings,” you say sourly.

He snorts, fully sarcastic and intentionally mocking when he looks at you with a hooded gaze.

“Isn’t that the fucking truth.”

“What the hell are you saying,” you narrow your eyes at him.

Oddly, you’re having this conversation when your tits are out—and only then do you consciously wrap your arms around your chest. His eyes immediately dart down to your subtle action and he rolls his eyes. You want to cuss him out, but Jungkook laughs. He laughs as if there was something funny—and you’re left even more confused.

“I’m saying that I fucking hate you,” he spits, face inching immensely closer as your eyes widen at his venomous tone.

“What—?”

“I hate you so much because you’re acting like an idiot chasing after someone who doesn’t give two shits about you.”

Your eyes well up with more tears as his words of bullets ricochet off your ears and settling deep in your heart. The harsh reminder makes your lips wobble and shoulders shake, but Jungkook doesn’t care.

“I hate you because you do this to yourself when you deserve so much more than what that prick can offer,” Jungkook says vehemently, hand wrapping around your chin to force your face to look at him.

Even now, when your eyes are puffy and red-rimmed, you look devastatingly beautiful.

“I hate you because I’ve been here this entire time and all you do is look for him,” Jungkook says softly, but his tone is still harsh, a sharp breath that erupts in his chest as well as yours as your eyes widen.

“Jungkook—”

“I’ve been here,” he croaks, and when you look into his eyes only do you see the pain, “I hate you so much because all I can do is love you.”

Your eyes widen as you gape at him, and you’re taking seconds too long to respond but your brain is processing the turn in events. But when you realise what he says, Jungkook’s pulling away. His hands retract themselves as if he’s been burnt and you were the flame responsible for it.

“Jungkook, wait—” you reach out. You were so confused, but you didn’t like the fact that he was leaving too.

“Don’t,” his eyes flutter shut in defeat, lips pursed, “Don’t touch me right now.”

Your face crumbles as you tug the blanket around your body until you’re resting on your knees and searching for his face.

“Can we talk—?”

“No,” he glares at you, and somehow—the look he gives you is far more painful than every moment Jin has ever walked out on you. Jungkook delivers the final blow when he snatches his hand away from yours completely.

“Figure your shit out because I’m done.”

And like always, you were left alone in your room—with more to think about than ever.

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