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rhiannonsknife · 17 days ago

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what abt a pt 2 where Jackie and r are sharing a room while the nationals are happening and after their little.. session they had, r was not talking to Jackie at all not even for team strategies. which made things easier at first for Jackie but she also began to dread it. And at one particular match one of the opponents keeps fouling r to the point that r cant play no longer and Jackie gets really mad and does something to get herself kicked off the pitch and then she storms to the locker room to comfort r

── ౿🐝 WHAT’S THE NAME OF THE GAME?

— summary: part 2 of this.

— warnings: as always: implied cheating & internalized homophobia. angst. some nsfw content. so mdni. i did not beta read this. also i don’t know shit about soccer.

jackie thought this would be easier. she had really thought this would be easier.

the moment she told you to stay away after what happened in your involuntarily shared hotel room, she’d convinced herself that it was for the best. that she could pretend it hadn’t happened at all. that she could focus on nationals, on playing her best, on not getting distracted (on, for once, not feeling the constant urge to have you knuckle deep inside her whenever you’re around).

and for the first couple of days, it seemed like her plan was working. you were quiet, distant even, avoiding her in a way that should have been a relief. you didn’t so much as glance in her direction, and when coach called for team strategies or drills, you kept your responses strictly professional, never sparing jackie a single unnecessary word. on the field, you played your own very best and the yellowjackets were on a winning streak.

at first, she appreciated it. you were doing what she’d asked; giving her the space to breathe, to push down the confusing feelings that threatened to overwhelm her every time she thought about the way your lips had felt on hers. the way you felt around her fingers, or sounded like, moaning her name into her ear.

then, jackie started to notice the absence.

you weren’t laughing at shauna’s jokes during warm-ups. you weren’t offering quiet encouragement to the team before a big play. you weren’t you, and jackie hated how much it bothered her.

and now, as she’s watching you take the brunt of foul after foul from one of the opposing players during this match, she realizes just how much it’s been eating away at her.

the atmosphere at nationals is everything they’d hoped for: electric, buzzing with the kind of energy jackie lives for. no match in wiskayok or states could ever compare: the crowd roars, flags waving in a sea of team colors, a sharp contrast to the quieter games back home. it’s is everything you’ve worked for. it’s supposed to be jackie’s moment to shine.

she should be focused, completely dialed in, but her mind keeps slipping.

from the moment the whistle blew, she caught herself sneaking glances in your direction: watching the determined set of your jaw, the way you throw yourself into every play despite the thin layer of tension that still lingers between you two.

jackie forces herself to focus, calling out to shauna as the ball sails across the field. shauna moves into position, linking up with tai to create a well practiced formation. she knows they’re the best team here. she knows they can win this thing easily if she would only focus.

the yellowjackets are good -great, even- but jackie can tell this opposing team is different. they’re aggressive, physical in a way that goes beyond the rules. it’s the only reason they’ve come this far.

she spots it immediately the first time the girl fouls you.

it’s a hard shoulder to the side, not enough to draw the ref’s attention but enough to send you stumbling. you recover quickly, brushing it off like it’s nothing, and jackie tries to shake it off with your same kind of ease. out of all the girl’s on the team, you were always on the rather calm side, never drawing any negative attention on your playing.

but it happens again. and again.

the same girl -tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing a number 8 jersey- zeroes in on you like she’s got something to prove. a shove here, an elbow there, and jackie feels the frustration building every time you go down.

by the first half, it’s impossible to ignore. you’re limping slightly now, favoring one leg, but you haven’t said a word about it to anyone. jackie’s jaw tightens as she watches you adjust your shin guard, her fingers itching to grab you and force you to sit out.

“focus up, jackie!” tai yells in passing, snapping her out of her thoughts as the ball rockets toward their side of the field.

thankfully, her captain instincts finally start to kick in. she redirects the team, shouting commands as she positions herself to intercept the play. for a few fleeting moments, she’s back in the game, back in control.

and then it happens.

number 8 takes you down again, this time with a brutal sweep of her leg. you hit the ground hard, and the sharp whistle of the referee barely registers over the sound of jackie’s own heartbeat pounding in her ears. the opposing player doesn’t even have the decency to look sorry. she smirks as she turns away, and something inside jackie snaps.

“that’s it!” she yells, storming across the field before anyone can stop her.

she shoves the girl, hard enough to make her stumble. serves her right. “what the hell is your problem?” jackie demands sharply.

8 stands, shoving jackie right back. the two of them are nose to nose now. “you’ve been playing dirty all game!” jackie growls, her fists clenched. “don’t think i haven’t noticed. stay away from her!“

the ref, who’s been turning a blind eye to all the fouls against you, finally steps in, blowing the whistle. he’s already annoyed with the confrontation, but jackie’s not done yet. the other girl laughs mockingly and then, she goes too far. she shoves jackie again, and this time it’s not just a gentle push. there’s force behind it. jackie’s chest tightens with a surge of adrenaline, and -all at once- she’s done holding back.

before anyone can stop her, jackie swings. It’s quick, instinctive, and lands right on 8’s nose audibly. the crowd gasps. the ref immediately pulls out the red card, the one that signals ejection from the match.

jackie’s chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath sharp and ragged. she doesn’t even seem to notice the red card being held up in front of her, or the shouting of the other players. she’s focused on one thing and one thing only: you.

“you’re done!” ref calls, his voice firm, cutting through the chaos. jackie doesn’t care. instead she’s turning, walking off the pitch with an intensity in her steps that matches her anger. somewhere behind her, shauna is calling her name, but jackie doesn’t stop. she doesn’t even look back, heading straight for the locker rooms.

when she bursts in, you’re sitting on the bench already, trying to ice your visibly swollen ankle.

“jackie…” you start, startled by her sudden presence, but she cuts you off.

“you’re hurt.” her gaze is hard as she stands in front of you, however her hands tremble at her sides. “that player- she-“

“you don’t need to do that,” you say quietly, lowering your eyes. “i can take care of myself just fine”

jackie pauses, her anger slowly deflating as she watches you with a huff. “why didn’t you tell anyone? why didn’t you let them stop her?” she demands. at least her voice is softer now.

you laugh bitterly, shaking your head.”what are you even doing here already?”

jackie lets out a short, breathy laugh, still a little wound up from what happened on the field. she kneels down in front of you, leaning forward to rest her hands on her thighs, trying to catch her breath. “you really think i’d just let that girl get away with it?”

you stare at her, puzzled, eyes wide, the throbbing pain of your ankle momentarily forgotten. “what do you mean?”

jackie rolls her eyes. “i might have punched her...in the face…and i might’ve gotten kicked off the field…but i wasn’t gonna stand by while she kept fouling you like that!”

for a moment, you’re silent. jackie, the jackie you’ve been avoiding ever since…well, since everything happened, just punched another player on your behalf. she can claim that it’s only because you’re one of her teammates all she wants. you know its not just that: last time shauna was fouled by the defense in another match, she hardly batted an eye: she just scored a stunning penalty kick right into the top left corner of their goal, sending the yellowjackets to the quarterfinals of nationals.

this isn’t about her being the captain, with a certain responsibility. this is about you getting hurt.

knowing that makes your heart beat a little faster.

then again, there’s a deeper part of you that’s conflicted. jackie just did something for you that no one else could. she went against everything she’s been trying to keep her distance from. and now, here she is, back in the locker room, having broken her very own rules all over again.

you swallow, trying to keep your emotions in check. “i didn’t know you cared that much”

jackie meets your gaze, her eyes softening a fraction as she looks at you. “of course i care. you think i’d just let some random player get away with hurting you, especially when it’s been happening all game?”

you stupid heart stirs a little more, but you force yourself to try and push the feeling away. you can’t get lost in this. not now. she said it herself: this is nationals.

“well, thanks,” you say softly “you didn’t have to do that”

jackie’s expression falters for a moment, her lips pulling into a slight pout. “i know i didn’t have to” she looks down at her hands, then back at you. “but i couldn’t just stand there and do nothing…”

a beat of silence passes between you. you both avoid verbalizing the unspoken words hanging in the air. what does this mean? jackie’s gesture feels like it should mean something more.

and, still, you see the way her lips part, the way her chest rises and falls. you both linger in that charged moment, close enough to feel the intensity of the air between you. close enough, even , to feel the warmth of her breath on your face.

it’s just a second -an instant, really- but it feels like it lasts forever. you lean in slightly, jackie kneeling on the floor between your legs. all you can see is the way she’d looked at you that night, lingering above you, pleading you to cum for her. that same girl is in front of you now, just inches away, leaning in to kiss you.

jackie pulls back abruptly, breaking the moment with a quick intake of breath.

the anticipation shatters, vanishes to nothing.

“i’ve been thinking…” she clears her throat and looks away shamefully. your heart drops. “maybe we should just…let it go,”

you blink, confusion creeping up on you. “let it go?”

jackie exhales slowly, rubbing the back of her neck as if trying to find the right words. “yeah. let the…whatever the hell happened between us that night just be…whatever it was” her eyes flicker toward you, still avoiding your gaze. “it was a mistake, you know that. and i don’t want it to mess with the rest of the trip. we’re here to play, not to…complicate things!”

you don’t let your disappointment show. you can’t. you’ve been here before. you know the drill. you’re just a teammate. a friend. and she’s someone else’s girl. she’s jackie taylor. golden girl of wiskayok. team captain of the soon to be national soccer team champions. she’s not yours. she’s not even gay, as she so often reminds you.

you aren’t the same. you can’t just pretend that last night didn’t mean something to you. you still feel the heat of her skin on yours, the way she held you, the way it felt like maybe, just maybe, you were something more than what jackie is suggesting right now.

“yeah. i guess you’re right,” you say, your voice an attempt to sound casual, but your heart’s not in it. if jackie knows you half as much as she will sometimes, when it fits her narrative, claims to, she’ll be able to see right through you. and if she does, she doesn’t let it show.

“friends,” she mutters, as though trying to convince herself as much as you. “it’s the best option. teammates, friends…nothing else. we’re good like this, right?”

you nod, the words stuck in your throat. “yeah,” you finally manage to say, though it feels like a lie. “yeah, we’re good”

you’re not sure how long you’re sitting in the silence of the locker room, jackie’s words replaying in your head. friends. nothing else. jackie, sitting a few feet away, picks at the tape on her shin guards, avoiding your gaze. her jaw is tight, her focus resolutely on the task in front of her like it might keep her thoughts from slipping into dangerous territory.

eventually, the muffled sound of cheers erupts from somewhere outside. you blink, drawn out of your haze. it’s distant, like it’s coming from the stands, and for a moment, both of you freeze.

“did they-“ jackie starts. the door bursts open before she can finish the thought. nat rushes in first, her face flushed with excitement. “we’re going to finals!” she shouts. “we won!”

you are on your feet before the words fully register. her grin is radiant, and despite everything, it tugs at something in you. you can’t help but smile back.

“hell yeah!” jackie shouts, throwing her arms up, momentarily forgetting her red card-induced sidelining. nat is already disappearing back down the hallway, cheering as she leaves, leaving the two of you in the wake of her excitement.

jackie turns to you, her grin faltering for a split second before she catches herself. “guess we’re not going home yet,” she says lightly.

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.

the days leading up to the finals are surprisingly… normal. sharing a room with jackie has somehow become easier, the tension between you two settling into something quieter, almost manageable. she’s careful not to cross any lines, and you do your best to pretend that everything is fine. most nights, you fall asleep to the sound of her breathing from the bed beside yours, trying not to think about how much you wish she were closer.

the final game day arrives with a quiet kind of chaos: everyone is jittery, buzzing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. breakfast is loud and hurried, the conversation dominated by what-ifs and strategy talk.

by the time you’re all in the locker room, the energy is electric. the coaches deliver their final pep talks, their words met with nods and murmurs of agreement. jackie’s red card suspension has been lifted, thanks to some technicality that coach martinez fought tooth and nail for, and the relief on her face when she found out was palpable. she’s been in full captain mode ever since, her voice steady and commanding as she rallies the team. it’s the jackie everyone knows, the leader. for a moment, you can almost forget the jackie who whispered your name like a prayer in the dark.

the game itself is brutal.

you’re exhausted by halftime, sweat dripping down your face as you gulp water on the sidelines. jackie, sitting a few feet away, is equally spent but doesn’t show it. she leans forward, her elbows on her knees, her eyes scanning the field.

the second half is even harder: the score remains tied, each team clawing for an edge. jackie is everywhere: pushing past defenders, setting up plays, rallying the team when spirits start to flag.

the clock ticks down, and the tension is unbearable. with less than two minutes to go, jackie gets the ball. she’s at midfield, her path to the goal blocked by only two defenders. for a moment, everything seems to slow down. you can see the determination in her eyes, the way she sets her jaw as she calculates her next move. it’s the same look she’s had at states. right before she scored the winning goal.

then she’s off, cutting through the defense. jackie flakes left, then right, her movements precise. the opponent goalkeeper charges, but she doesn’t falter. instead, she fires the ball toward the net.

it slams right past the girl and into the back of the net.

the final whistle blows. just like that, it’s over. you’ve won.

the others are screaming, hugging, completely overcome with the weight of the victory. you’re champions. national champions.

you stand frozen for a moment, stunned. the chaos swirls around you: van jumping into taissa’s arms, shauna laughing breathlessly, but your gaze cuts right through it, landing on her: jackie is at the center of it all, her face lit up proudly while the other yellowjackets swarm her, pulling her into a mass of celebratory hugs. she’s laughing, elated and beautiful. then her eyes meet yours.

before you can even think, you’re moving, your legs carrying you across the field. jackie breaks away from the group just as you reach her, like she’s been waiting for you all along.

the impact knocks the air out of you when you wrap your arms around her, but you don’t care. her body is warm against yours, still buzzing with the same energy that carried her through the game. you bury your face in her neck, and the scent of sweat, grass, and the faintest trace of her perfume fills your senses. it’s overwhelming. intoxicating in a way that only leaves you clinging to her even harder.

“you did it,” you breathe against her skin. “jackie, you did it!”

when you pull back, your hands linger on her arms, your fingers brushing against her skin. jackie’s eyes are bright, her smile softer now. it’s in that moment, with the roar of the crowd fading into the background and jackie still holding onto you like you’re the only thing keeping her grounded, that you realize it once more:

you’re in love with her, hopelessly so. there’s nothing jackie can say or do that’ll undo what has happened between you. you’ve just won the national championship, and yet the only thing you care about is her. not the victory, not the title, not the way she others pull you in all over again, lifting jackie up over their heads. shauna and tai hoist her onto their shoulders, the team cheering louder as they parade her around like the hero she is. she laughs but even then, as she throws her arms out, her gaze keeps finding yours.

all of it is white noise to you, drowned out by the way your heart aches for her. for jackie, the girl you’ve been in love with all along.

even the plane ride back to wiskayok is still filled with laughter and celebration. the team is crammed into the too-small seats, the aisle filled with chatter, half-shouted stories of the game blending into the hum of the engines. van, a few rows back, holds court with her usual flair, dramatically reenacting jackie’s winning goal. “and then: bam! top corner!” she exclaims, raising her arms like she’s the one scoring the goal all over again.

shauna, seated just ahead of van, rolls her eyes at the performance, but even she can’t fight the small, amused smile tugging at her lips. it’s softer than you’ve seen in weeks, the tension that had been hanging over all of you finally giving way to relief.

jackie sits beside her, her head leaning against the window. she’s been quieter since the game ended, her energy subdued, though she’s smiled for every photo, every cheer, every teammate slinging an arm around her. now, as the plane dips lower, the landscape of new jersey coming into view, she turns to you briefly, her lips curling into a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“you okay?” you hear shauna ask, her voice low. jackie’s attention shifts to her and just like that, the moment is over.

“yeah,” she replies, her voice almost drowned out by another round of laughter from van’s direction.

the plane lands with a jolt, and the team gathers their bags and spills out into the terminal.

van is still recapping highlights to anyone who will listen, gesturing wildly as tai nudges her forward. nat lags behind, whereas misty chatters at an exasperated coach martinez, her bag swinging dangerously close to his knee. everyone still seems too giddy to settle down just yet.

that’s when you spot him: jeff is leaning against a pillar near the baggage claim, his letterman jacket slung over one shoulder. there’s an edge of excitement as his eyes lock onto jackie.

your stomach twists as he steps forward, arms open.

you don’t even need to glance at jackie to know what’s coming, yet you can’t stop yourself. your gaze drifts to her, and the shift in her demeanor is immediate:

it’s like a mask slipping into place, a version of jackie you’ve seen a hundred times before but can’t stand to watch now. she meets him halfway, throwing her arms around his neck as jeff pulls her in for a kiss. it’s too much, too public, too perfect. she’s never been this affectionate with you in front of anyone before and now she’s clinging to him like she can’t bear to let go, her laugh too bright, her smile too wide.

you stand frozen, your bag slipping slightly from your shoulder as you watch jackie kiss him again. you try to tell yourself it doesn’t matter, that it’s all for show. that she’s just playing the part she’s always been told to play. but the way jackie looks at him is enough to shatter whatever fragile hope you’ve been holding onto.

the rest of the team starts to disperse, everyone heading off in their own directions, but you can barely move. jeff drapes his arm around her shoulder as they turn toward the exit, his voice low and teasing as she tilts her head up at him, laughing again, the sound growing fainter as they walk away.

most of the girls are gone by the time you snap out of it. from the corner of your eye, you notice nat still hanging around; she’s leaning against a wall nearby, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. when your eyes meet, she pushes off of it and walks over.

“need a walk-out?” she asks casually.

you hesitate, then shrug. “sure. why not?”

the two of you walk in silence through the terminal, the automatic doors hissing open as the evening air hits your face. outside, the parking lot is dotted with cars and families, a chaotic mix of reunions and goodbyes. you glance around, half-hoping your parents will already be there so you can get away. no such luck.

nat pulls a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, tapping one out and holding it between her lips as she flicks her lighter. “you okay?” she asks, breaking the silence. her voice is low, her words unusually measured.

you shrug again, kicking at a loose pebble on the ground. “yeah. why wouldn’t i be?”

nat raises an eyebrow and takes a drag from her cigarette. “because i’m not blind,” she says matter of factly.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

the faintest hint of a smirk tugs at her lips. “just saying…i’ve been paying attention. you and taylor aren’t exactly subtle, you know?”

you face heats up, and you cross your arms, looking away. “we’re just friends,” you mumble, the words -jackie’s words- bitter in your mouth.

nat laughs, shaking her head. “yeah, sure. friends.” she pauses. “look, i’m not gonna give you some big speech or anything, but…i’m sorry. i know it sucks” she flicks the ash from her cigarette, watching the glow of the embers fade in the breeze. “jackie is… jackie,” she continues, her voice quieter now. “she’s always gonna want to be what everyone else needs her to be. you don’t have to do the same”

you blink at her, “what are you saying?”

“i’m saying, let it go. before it messes you up worse than it already has.”

you don’t respond, the words caught in your throat. nat seems to sense it, because she pats your shoulder lightly and steps back. “your parents are here,” she says, nodding toward a car pulling up nearby.

you glance over, and sure enough, your mom is leaning out the driver’s side window, waving you over. when you turn back to nat, she’s already walking away, her bag slung over her shoulder again.

“hey, nat,” you call after her. she stops, glancing back at you with a raised brow. “thanks,” you say, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re thanking her for.

nat nods anyway, a small smile flickering across her face before she turns and disappears.

you sigh, hoisting your bag over your shoulder as you head toward the car.

by the time you get home, the celebration feels like something you imagined instead of lived. your family is thrilled, of course, their pride radiating off them as they shower you with congratulations, asking for every detail about the game and the trophy.

you mumble something about being tired, brushing off their excitement with a weak smile before retreating to your room.

only there, it really hits you.

the frustration, the hurt, the overwhelming ache of wanting something you can’t have. it bubbles up inside you until you can’t hold it in anymore.

you grab your pillow, pressing it to your face, and scream into the fabric. tears burn hot against your cheeks, spilling over as you bury your face deeper into the plush. your shoulders shake with the effort of holding it all in, even though there’s no one around to witness it.

the unfairness of it all claws at you. the way jackie can kiss you like the world starts and ends with you, only to turn around and act like it meant nothing to her. she can smile so effortlessly at jeff, leaning into him like he’s the answer to everything, when you know that he’s not.

you can still feel the ghost of her lips on yours, the touch of her fingers. you still hear her laugh echoing in your ears, but it’s all tainted now, wrapped up in the image of her clinging to him at the airport as if you were never even there.

but the worst part, the part that truly breaks you, is knowing that even if she never chooses you, you’ll never stop waiting for her to.

#˙💌 ̟ !! ─ my works #jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x female reader #jackie taylor x fem!reader #jackie taylor x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x female reader #yellowjackets x you

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twilghtkoo · 2 years ago

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xoxo - lee donghyuck

synopsis. in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.

pairings. donghyuck x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, non!idol au

warnings. none!

notes. this idea is inspired by this tiktok i saw T_T i was like holy shit this is cute now let’s make it about hyuck :D also something is wrong w my taglist, it says it got deleted but i didn’t delete it so i might have to make a new one😭 so if the link isn’t working that’s why!! just letting y’all know :)

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“and she hates the crust on her bread–“ your older sister tries to inform.

you push her out your door, mindlessly nodding your head. “i know, i know, don’t worry she’s gonna be fine. now go, before you’re late.” you wave to her one last time before you close the door behind her with a huff.

your six year old niece is still standing behind you with her bluey backpack on her shoulders that has all the things that would entertain her for tonight.

“hi, sweetie. i missed you,” you crouch down to her level, helping her out of her shoes and taking off her backpack.

“i missed you too, auntie!” she smiles and takes off to your living room, giggling.

you had already put on her favorite cartoon on your tv, as you follow her with her bag in your hands before placing it beside the couch.

she’s totally immersed herself in the animated slice-of-life adventures of the dog family. you stand inches away from her, amused at how she has blocked out all of her surroundings.

you turn to walk into your kitchen, thinking of preparing something easy for dinner.

“auntie!” your niece calls out from the living room.

you hum in response, putting away the dried dishes from last night.

“is donghyuck-ie coming over today?” she asks, curiously. and you know just by her tone and the mention of her second favorite person (first is obviously me) she’s twiddling her fingers.

you chuckle to yourself. “yes, he’s coming over later though.”

you hear her gasp before it goes back to being silent, the faint sound of the tv echoing through your apartment.

you’ve noticed your little niece’s infatuation with your boyfriend and you and donghyuck think it’s the cutest thing. she loves playing with him when he comes over while you’re babysitting her, making him sit in the living room with her and color and play with her toys. she gets all shy and geeky when donghyuck walks with her holding hands.

your older sister finds it funny and amusing.

“tell your boyfriend to stop being so handsome yeah? my daughter is bragging to everybody that donghyuck-ie bought her a toy.” your sister groans into your ear, on the phone with you.

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you’ve been busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, appreciating the comforting sound of bluey and bingo playing along. every so and so minutes you check on your niece by calling her name.

“yes?”

“just checking on you, you good?”

she hums cutely. “yes auntie.” you peek your head out, seeing her sprawled out on the floor with her backpack next to her and all its contents spread out. she’s drawing something in front of the tv, concentrating with her tongue poking out as she scribbled with her crayons and gazing up at the tv.

she crawls up to her feet, bending down to grab the piece of paper she was doodling on before stomping over to you.

“auntie! auntie!”

you raise your eyebrows, giving her your undivided attention.

she shoves the piece of paper in your face. “look!”

you lean your head back, blinking, trying to adjust to what she’s showing you.

she’s holding up a stationary bluey themed piece of paper that has blue textured crayon words written neatly across the printed lines.

‘dear sunflower ♡’

you gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “is this a letter for donghyuck?” you whisper to her, from her view, your eyes shaped into crescent moons and your hands are covering your smile.

your niece giggles, using the letter in her tiny hands to hide her face as the pig tails from her head bounce from her nodding.

“he’s gonna love it! i mean, who doesn’t love bluey?” you ask rhetorically, hands on your hips.

“right?”

the doorbell chimes throughout your small home, both you and your niece look at each other with big eyes. already knowing who’s behind the door. your niece runs out the kitchen and into the living room squealing as you make your way to let your boyfriend in.

“hi pretty.” haechan grins at you, his eyelids looking a bit heavy and you already know work was tough on him. he still smiles and extends his arms out for you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, playfully groaning when he squeezes you tight in his grasp.

he lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you away to connect his lips with yours in a slow, gentle kiss. his hands roaming over your lower back and creeping down to your ass.

“sunflower!” you both break the kiss, you walk back to the kitchen while he bends down to greet the little girl.

“aigoo, hi cutie. how are you?” you hear him coo at her.

—

“thank u yn for the food.”

“thank you auntie for the food!” they both say at the same time.

you reach over the table to grab their plates and placing them inside the sink, your niece jumps up from her seat and runs out the kitchen. donghyuck takes this moment to snake his hands from behind to lace his fingers together so you can’t run.

his body towering over you, he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your exposed skin. “thank you for dinner baby,” he mumbles against your skin.

you smile, “of course.”

“sunflower!”

he pats your ass, pecking the top of your head before walking away. “yes bum bum,” he replies. the nickname that seemed fitting and grew on her over time, it being short for bumble bee.

“i made something for you.” the little girl shyly utters, the piece of paper in her hands as she shoves it in his hands.

he laughs lightly, sitting on the balls of his feet. “did you draw something for me?”

she shakes her head, her toothy smile on display, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth on her feet.

you appear behind donghyuck, relaxing your hand on his shoulder.

it’s a comforting silence in your apartment, he’s taking the time to carefully read each word and reading a certain word over again because of the misspelling but he finds it endearing, his smile growing wider as he gets closer to the end.

‘xoxo, bum bum :)’

“hugs and kisses, where did you learn that from?”

“school!” she exclaims.

“school shouldn’t be teaching you how to win hearts,” he states with a playful pout.

she clasps her hands together, stepping closer towards him to point at the tiny prints. “i used my bluey stationary kit, do you like the paper?”

“i do, i’m very honored and i’m going to hang it up in my home. this is my first letter i got from a girl!” he whisper-shouts in your niece’s ear.

obviously you heard him and that made you nudge him with your knee, making him lose his balance.

“auntie you have to write sunflower love letters.”

he smirks, “yeah, auntie.”

#yeow6n #haechan fluff #lee donghyuck #nct fluff #haechan drabbles #haechan #haechan imagines #nct dream #haechan x reader #haechan scenarios #nct haechan #soft haechan #boyfriend!haechan #nct x reader #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #lee haechan #lee donghyuck fluff

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cursedhaglette · 11 months ago

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Thrice Before Dawn

She thought he was having a nightmare, so naturally, she thought she was helping. Opening the tent flap, she's surprised to find something entirely unexpected.

Rating: E Word Count: 2,900 Content: 18+, oral sex, PIV sex, male masturbation, squirting

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Halia takes last watch, preparing to guard over the camp until dawn breaks over the horizon, sketchbook in hand. It’s been ages since she’d been able to take the time to draw or journal, either tied up in other things that needed doing while she kept watch or simply too exhausted to do anything but stare off into the darkness.

She opens the book to where she’d left off, finding the page she’d marked to be the one she’d filled with sketches of Astarion. She can’t help her cringe as she looks over her work. It’s not bad by any means, as far as her ruined mind can tell, but since they’d spent the night together out in the forest a tenday ago, things between them had grown strange and tense.

Gone was the playful flirtation, the long, charged stares, and the touches that lingered just a bit longer than could be called casual. She kept telling herself it was fine, he wasn’t obligated to want her just because they’d slept together. Though, truth be told, she very much wanted to repeat the experience - she wanted him to like her, to want her, more than she felt she should.

Blasted, handsome vampire.

Sighing to herself, she turns the page, trying to think if anything notable had occurred in the last couple days that might be worth jotting down. The same thing day after day, fights and hiking and threats of death or the end of the world. At least they were almost to the creche, which might prove interesting or different.

Across camp, she hears a muffled groan and she snaps up at the sound. Scanning the tents surrounding the dying embers of the campfire, she tries to make out if anything is out there - hunting them in the darkness..

There is…nothing to be seen though. Only darkness and then - a grunt followed by something almost like a muffled whimper.

Halia stands, tip-toeing across camp and approaching each tent, praying that without her usual armor and robes she can stay quiet enough to catch whatever had snuck up on them before it caught onto her. At least everyone was nearby to aid her, should it be something truly deadly.

She doesn’t hear anything again until she finds herself before the last tent - Astarion’s. Then there’s rustling sounds, and another groan almost like he might be…dreaming? Or rather, having a nightmare, she guessed. It wouldn’t be the first time hearing him toss and turn, tortured by the memories of his awful past even while trancing.

Is it appropriate to check on him? They’ve gotten to know each other well enough and she hardly wants him to suffer through whatever was going on in his trance, but she knows he can sensitive to such vulnerabilities.

Biting her lip and bouncing on her heels, she tries to decide what she ought to do, and then there’s another muffled groan and acts.

The tent flap swings wide, held open by her hand, and time seems to slow. It wasn’t what she’d expected to find - Astarion tortured by a nightmare, curled on his side and whimpering for her to wake him from the horrors.

He lays flat on his back, one hand pressing into his forehead and something in his mouth, an attempt to muffle the noise he was making, if Halia had to guess. His shirt was pulled up enough to reveal part of his chiseled torso, but her eyes didn’t linger there.

He was fucking up into his hand, his hips thrusting eagerly and cock weeping pre-cum that glistened in the low light creeping in through the open tent flap. She’s seen it before but like this, Gods, it was like a work of art.

He’s suckling on a rag, which Halia realizes quickly was bloody and - Gods, was that what she’d used to clean up her bloody wound from the fight earlier in the day? How had he…?

She can't move - entirely transfixed as she watches his muscles flexing into another hip thrust, the curve of his glutes visibly working even in the low light. Her breath catches in her throat and she’s trying to process the immediate want that heats her blood at the sight before her, catches his attention and finally, Astarion turns to look.

His ruby eyes widen as he looks over his favorite warlock, and then he smirks, studying how she blushes while he lazily strokes his cock once more - holding her gaze as he works his precum around his shaft.

“Fuck, oh Gods, I’m so sorry,” Halia mumbles, finally turning away before she can stare any longer, and manages to shut the tent flap with all the urgency she could muster before hurrying away. She wants to stay, of course she does. She wants to watch and taste and touch and moan with him. But if he wants that, she knows she would have been invited.

“Leaving so soon?”

Halia half turns at the question, already several paces from his tent and thinking of a million ways to apologize for her intrusion but coming up short. He catches her quickly and holds his loose trousers up in one hand, the other snaking around her middle and holding her fast against him. His cold hand sends a chill through her skin, still warm from the fire and encouraging that blazing want that’s settled in her core at the sight of him so unguarded - alone, whimpering, eager.

“Didn’t enjoy the show, darling?” The question is pressed into her neck, and she knows he delights in the goosebumps that immediately appear under his cool breath.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers without turning to face him. “I thought you might be having a nightmare or…I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“And you didn’t think to wait and make sure I was alright?” He tuts in her ear, his mouth so close she can feel the way it curls into a smile. “So cruel.”

She took in a deep inhale of breath, unsure of what to do with herself as his hand tightened around her waist, tugging her closer to him. He’s still hard, despite his cock being stowed in his trousers, and Halia has to resist the wanton urge to grind against him in the middle of the still sleeping camp.

“Perhaps you’d like to come help me…get back to sleep,” he murmurs before taking one earlobe between his teeth and nipping gently. His hand crests lower, teasing the waistline of her loose camp pants and moving so slowly towards where he knows she wants him.

“Only -” she pauses as he kisses her neck, humming in approval as his hand dips lower, finally touching at her core. She knows she’s already soaked, the sight of him fucking into his own hand, cock glistening with precum, had immediately drenched her. Now Astarion knows it too.

“Only if you want me,” Halia stammers, biting her lip as a single, cold finger dances across her clit.

“Oh my dear, I believe you’ve already seen how badly I want you tonight,” a second finger joins the first, rubbing agonizingly slow circles against her. Astarion huffs a smug laugh as she bites her lip, holding back a whimper of desperation and pleasure. “Come with me.”

And then, Astarion’s hands are gone - a hollow ache left where he’d been. She can’t help but follow him back to his tent, called by the pleasure she knows can be found within. The mess of blankets and open books welcome her, as does the smell of him - earth and spice and whatever perfumed oil he uses to make his skin smell like heaven made flesh.

The flap drops behind Astarion as he moves and kneels before her, and the space goes dark, but she doesn't need any light as his hands move to the laces of her pants. He makes quick work of them and then her legs are bare and he’s teasing, and Halia knows it - knows he wants her to beg for more, for his touch or his tongue.

“My golden, little bird,” he purrs as he nears her center, finally calling out how soaked she’s been for him since the first touch. “Look at you, such a mess. Is this all for me? All from your spying?”

Halia has to force herself not to give in to her nerves, not to wrap her arms around her waist or cover her face to hide her slowly growing blush - knowing it will only make him more smug. He likes her shameless, knowing he can pull that side of her out with each touch as she grows more desperate.

“I wasn’t -” he presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, humming in approval when she gasps in response, her argument lost at the feeling of his lips drifting higher and higher.

He pulls her panties down finally, one swift movement freeing her pussy for him, but he continues teasing along the edge of where real pleasure would be found and Gods if he doesn’t touch her again soon, she’s going to be reduced to begging.

And she really doesn’t want to have to beg, it will only mean far too much smugness to deal with tomorrow if she does.

“Lay down,” he commands. When Halia does, he finally descends upon her, ready to feast.

Astarion draws the flat his tongue up her core slowly at first, and once he reaches her clit, he pauses to softly suck and kiss at the swollen bud before licking up her again. It’s simultaneously everything and not enough, her hips rolling up as she seeks more from his practiced, wicked mouth. Each soft kiss has her whimpering, and finally he indulges her fully, sucking herr pulsing, ready clit into his mouth and plunging two fingers inside, spreading and filling her.

She desperately wants to fuck herself on his fingers, but his other hand holds fast to her hips to keep her in place while his hand continues slowly, testing how she stretches around him while his tongue dances up and down along her folds.

“If I’d known how greedy you’d be for me, I’d have you like this every night,” Halia hears in her mind, his voice echoing through the tadpole so he can taunt and tease without removing his mouth from her cunt. “I’m going to have you begging for more before I finally take you.”

“Oh Gods,” she moans, his words adding to the intensity building in her core. She can feel it building, his tongue the spark to the kindling of her want.

Astarion huffs a laugh against her soaked cunt as he curls his fingers inside her, finding a spot she’s never had stroked before and immediately makes her squirm. Halia’s legs twitch, wanting to close at the intensity of the sensation, but Astarion’s broad shoulders keep her from moving too far.

“Keep these spread,” he chides, picking up speed. And then she’s lost in her release, covering her mouth with one hand to stifle the primal, desperate moan that tears through her chest as her body clenches around his hand. A gush comes as she rides out her climax, soaking his wicked mouth and the blankets below her.

She’s never experienced such intense pleasure, never been so wet, but cumming so hard for him only leaves her mindless and unable to be bashful about what’s just happened. Her body just wants more, aching for the stretch of his cock and to feel the heat of his pleasure inside her.

“Good girl,” he tells her, pulling his mouth away. He wipes away the shine of her squirting release with one hand, the other firmly in place as his thumb circles her sensitive clit and fingers continue to work inside. “Can you give me a little more? Can you soak my hand again before I fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me now,” Halia pleads, her voice thick with want and almost whining for him, every trace of resolve not to act desperate for him gone in the wake of her climax.

“Then cum for me again, sweet thing, and you can have your fill of me.”

His thumb presses into her harder and she sees stars, the intensity of the feeling earning him a deep, guttural moan that he chuckles at. His fingers keep working inside her, and Halia can only watch as he reaches for the rag he’d used to muffle his moans and presses it into her mouth.

“Bite down on this, love, we don’t want you waking up the whole camp, do we? I don’t intend to share your pleasure with anyone else.”

Before Halia can protest, his fingers find the rhythm she needs and her body crashes again, soaking him just as he’d asked while he continues to finger her through the peak of her pleasure. He only pulls his hand away once she’s finished clenching around him, trying to catch her breath and watching as he lifts his soaked fingers to his mouth.

He sucks her cum off himself as he undoes his pants with his other hand, groaning around the taste of her while his cock springs free. It’s still desperately hard, soaked in precum and actively leaking more. Any other night, she might have asked to taste it - to lick every drop of his precum clean and have him fuck into her mouth with abandon.She wants his hips rolling into her throat just like she’d seen him fucking into his hand.

“Now, what was it you wanted?” he asks smugly, nudging her legs apart further and smiling at the mess he’s made. He rolls the sheath of his cock, smearing the precum as he prepared himself to fuck her.

“I warn you, darling, I was close before you showed up the first time so I don’t know how long I’ll -” his words are quickly cut off by his own groan as the head of his heavy cock finally begins to stretch her, and Halia’s warmth welcomes him wholly.

They whimper together as he finally pushes inside, and she watches as his eyes close in pleasure, her body working to take him while he slowly presses into her. He pulls away once, twice, and then slides home, burying himself to the hilt - both of them gasping in unison at the feeling.

Lewd, soaked sounds filled the tent with each thrust of his cock within her warm walls, hands roughly guiding her hips and core along his cock. He rips the rag from between her teeth, replacing it with a deep, bruising kiss before taking her tongue in his mouth and sucking on it.

“Fuck, Halia, it’s like you were made to take me,” Astarion says, pulling away from her lips but reaching forward to take one nipple between his fingers and twisting enough to make her clench around him, earning her a satisfied huff.

“Please,” she whines, closer to oblivion with every passing moment that he spends inside her, “please, more, more -”

His hips roll harder, each slam driving deeper into her and she sees stars, unsure if she’ll be able to walk again after he’s done with her. She knows she isn’t technically his, but if he asked her in that moment, she’d give him everything - entirely undone by the pleasure he’s offered her.

“So greedy for me,” he repeats with a moan, still trying to play the rake though so close to the edge himself. “My good girl, my sweet Halia, my -”

He spills inside her with a grunt before he can finish his last thought, and the abrupt warmth of him filling her is enough to send her shuddering into one final, blissful climax - milking the last few seconds of his spend deeper within her.

She pants for a moment and he nearly collapses on her, shifting to one side before reaching for the rag. He doesn’t look as he wipes at what remains of their joining on his skin, and ruby eyes meet hers in a contended gaze she’s only seen a handful of times. If her heart weren’t already racing, it would be the moment he looked at her that way.

Dawn is on the horizon by the time Halia makes her way from the soaked bedroll and the perfect lover within, and she desperately works to calm her still thundering heart. Her knees wobble and she’s going to be sore all day, but by the Gods does she feel alive.

She’s going to fall for him if she’s not careful - throw herself headlong into something she knows he won’t want. Even still, she can’t bring herself to regret what they’d done. She’s going to fall into the trap that is Astarion and it’s going to tear her apart and then he’s going to have her begging for more, just because he can.

And then footsteps sound behind her and he’s there, kissing her cheek softly.

“Come on, we should clean up before anyone wakes up,” Astarion says quietly, and she spots his blanket under his arm.

“That was…nice,” Halia says simply, smiling at him. “Fun.”

“It’s hard not to have fun with you,” he says in return, and there’s no performance in his words. Just honesty.

It’s the first time Halia ends her watch feeling so content.

In fact, it might be one of the best mornings she can remember.

#astarion fic #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfic #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x dark urge #astarion smut #astarion x oc #astarion x female tav #astarion x f!tav #hagfics

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fxrmuladaydreams · 1 year ago

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choices and livestreams (sv5) (dr3)

pornstar!seb x pornstar/camgirl!reader , pornstar!daniel x pornstar/camgirl!reader

summary: seb wants you back in his life, but have you already put him in the past?

notes: i know i said no more posts until after the holidays but i got this done early so here it is, also i felt bad leaving you with the carlos angst then saying peace out

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! masturbation (m & f), sex toys (dildos)

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Sebastian sat at his computer and watched as Daniel played with you. He brought you over the edge again and again and again, and Sebastian couldn’t even get hard. He tried to tease himself, to slowly stroke his cock up and down, when that didn’t work he tried just wrapping his hand around himself and just jerking himself off, but still nothing.

The only parts where he would feel himself twitch with interest was when you had the vibrator taped to your leg. His cock would stiffen as he watched you come undone, then immediately soften when Daniel walked back into the shot.

He groans as he rests his head on his desk. He glances back up at the screen when you scream out during your last orgasm. He feels himself stiffen as the camera moves to show all of your release leaking out of you. He could get off if he just replays this four second clip over and over.

His jaw clenches when he hears Daniel’s voice.

“You were so good for me, my good little bunny.”

His words make Sebastian want to throw his computer against a wall.

He rolls his eyes as he sees all of the likes the video has, but feels a sense of pride wash over him at some of the comments.

where is sebastian?

daniel fucks her fine, but sebastian really knew how to wreck her

this will be fine to jerk off to until we get more videos with bunny and sebastian

Sebastian glances at his phone next to him. For what must be about the twentieth time today, he thinks about texting you. You’ve gone radio silent since leaving his house last week, and he’s started to really miss having you around.

He types out a quick text, just something saying hello, and that he enjoyed your video with Daniel. He stares at it for a moment, then huffs and deletes the message. He very much did not enjoy your video with Daniel. And what kind of masochist would he be if he told you he enjoyed watching someone else fuck you?

His phone buzzing pulls his thoughts away from you. There’s a notification from the girl he had recently filmed with. It’s got a link to their mew video, and a few flirty emoji’s.

He feels his stomach churn, remembering their filming day. It didn’t come as easy as filming with you did. She was trying way too hard to please him, and he seemed out of it almost the entire time, but with some skillful editing it made a half decent video.

He swipes the notification away, and opens your messages again.

Hey, I haven’t heard from you in a bit, how is everything?

He presses send before he can overthink it, deciding that even a sliver of attention from you is enough to make up for any consequences that could come from trying to get closer to you again.

You’re with Daniel when you see the text from Seb. He’s leaning back on his couch, with you sitting between his legs, your back resting against his chest. He’s got an arm thrown over your shoulder, while his other hand draws patterns along your arm. He put on a movie for the two of you to watch, something that you really hadn’t been paying much attention to.

Daniel doesn’t want to seem nosy, but the scowl on your face is worrying, especially because you’ve been staring at your phone for the past few minutes.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, shifting slightly.

You shake your head and sigh. “Nothing.” You toss your phone to the other end of the couch and bury yourself further into Daniel’s chest.

“C’mon sweetheart, I can tell something’s bothering you.” He says.

“It’s nothing. Seb just texted me.” You tell him quietly, your eyes locked onto his tv.

“And it was a bad text?” He strokes your cheek softly.

You turn so that you’re now laying on him, chest to chest.

“He said he hasn’t heard from me in a while and wants to know how everything is.”

Daniel hums. “And how is everything? If one were to want to know.” He feins disinterest in your answer, but holds his breath waiting for a response.

You slowly start to smile. “Everything is going well, I think.”

He lets out a breath and flashes you his own grin. “Good, I’m glad.”

You spend the evening with Daniel, cuddled up on his couch. You try to focus on him, but you just keep thinking about Seb. He’s made himself within reach again, but it could end up the same way it did last time. Is risking your blossoming relationship with Daniel really worth taking that chance?

A part of you feels guilty when he asks if you want to stay the night and you turn him down. You can see the disappointment flash across his face, but he quickly hides it.

You bid him goodnight with a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving him alone as you drive back to your own home. You throw your things down on your couch and pull your phone out of your pocket as you make your way to your room.

You type out a reply to Sebastian, then set your phone face down on your desk.

I’m good, how are you? I can’t really talk right now, I’m about to film a livestream.

It’s meant to be a harmless text, but a part of you knows that you want his attention.

You change into a pretty baby pink lacy lingerie set. You set up your camera and laptop and check to make sure you’re camera ready. You start your stream and watch as your usual viewers start to join. You make a few flirty comments, telling them how much you missed them.

Sebastian doesn’t seem to join, or maybe just hasn’t read your text, so you start with your stream without him. You tease yourself through your underwear, letting out breathy moans when your fingers brush against your clit.

You pull your panties to the side and push a finger inside of yourself. It does almost nothing for you, so you push a second in as well. It’s not at all comparable to Seb or Daniel, but your viewers seem to be enjoying it from the tips they send you.

After a few minutes you pull your hand away from your cunt and reach next to you for a dildo. You’re drawn to your purple one, the length reminding you of how deep Sebastian was able to push inside you. But you spot your blue one too, the girth would stretch you out and really give your viewers a show.

You hold the blue toy in front of your camera, showing it to your audience.

i can’t wait to watch her fall apart on that dick

there’s no way she’ll be able to take that

You set the dildo up on your floor and raise yourself above it. Your eye catches a comment before you lower yourself down.

be a good bunny schatz - sebv

You flush at the comment. A new wave of arousal rushes through you as you lower yourself onto the silicone toy. It’s a struggle to take it, the head stretching you out more than you have before. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as you ease yourself lower and lower on the toy, until it’s fully sheathed inside you.

You pause as you look back up at your camera. You look wrecked already, your eyes half lidded as your mouth hangs open.

“‘S so big.” You moan.

You read another comment from your computer that makes you clench around the toy.

such a good bunny, taking that dick all the way inside you. now bounce on it sweetheart - dannyric

You bounce up and down on the dildo, moaning out as it stabs at your soft spongey spot over and over again. Tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure is too much.

“Please, please, may I cum? I want to cum so bad!” You beg.

You don’t know who you’re asking, you mind far too cloudy to be thinking straight, but your eyes search for the two usernames that send you over the edge.

cum for me bunny - sebv

you’re so pretty when you beg, you can cum now bunny - dannyric

You cry out as you reach your peak, your body losing control, and all sense of pace as you ride the toy through your orgasm.

You clench around it as tips come flooding in. You slowly lift yourself off it, whimpering at the empty feeling between your legs. The dildo is coated in your milky white release. You lift it up and lick a long stripe up the side, moaning at the taste of yourself.

You flirt a little more with your viewers, then say goodbye and end your stream.

The clean up process is lonely, you try to keep your balance as you lean against your bathroom counter, wiping up the mess between your legs. You change out of your lingerie and throw it in your laundry pile. You reach for a sweater in your closet, but pause when you see what’s before you.

Folded on one of the shelves is Seb’s sweatshirt, the one he let you use the first time you filmed with him. The grey fabric is soft between your fingers, begging to wrap you up and keep you warm.

Hanging up on the rack is Daniel’s hoodie. He insisted that you hold onto it for a while after your night at the diner. It still smells like his cologne, well his cologne and a slight smell of the diner food you shared with him.

Your heart aches as you look back and forth between the pieces of clothing. You reach out and grab a sweater of your own, refusing to make any decisions tonight.

You grab your phone from your desk to see two text notifications.

From Seb

That was a fun livestream schatz, you really know how to put on a show

From Daniel

You could’ve done your livestream at my house sweetheart, I would’ve enjoyed a live show

You leave both boys on read, and climb into your bed. You hope that tomorrow you’ll have a clearer mindset about what to do next.

#sebastian vettel x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #sv5 x reader #dr3 x reader #formula one x reader

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bummys · 16 days ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨; 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘱 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴*𝘹, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕; 𝟷.𝟺𝚔

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

event coordinator!reader that puts together a charity auction that includes many celebrities and athletes.

event coordinator!reader that is world renowned for putting together such high profile and elegant events, it helps that you're something akin to a nepo baby.

event coordinator!reader that runs into a well dressed oliver aiku (literally) as you make sure everything is running as it should.

he can't help but to fumble his words as you dab the napkin against the silken, turkish blue fabric, smiling at his apology. your eyes looked to him and he realized how big of a fool he was making of himself, ruining a pretty girl's gown then staring at her with his mouth gaped. your blue dress, decorated with intricate golden flowers and crystals, hugged your frame perfectly as if you had had it tailored specifically to your curves. his eyes drank in the high slit that stopped near your upper thigh, your hands calmly dabbing the remainder of whiskey from your clothing.

"i wasn't watching where i was going," he admitted, his hand rubbing the back of his head, "i'll pay for your dry cleaning."

your red lips hadn't loss their smile as you shook your head, "it'll be a reminder of how great the night was, don't worry about it."

"at least let me buy you a drink," he didn’t want you to slip from his hands, "as a proper apology."

you were tempted, his heterochromatic eyes begged for your time while his words kept him neutral. a lopsided smile played on his lips, knowing that you would be agreeing. typically, your attention lingered on those with status, your last romantic thrill being with an older, more prominent actor. honestly, you weren't too sure of who had been invited and who those people included as their plus ones, so the man before you caused you to draw a blank. his blue suit fit him perfectly, although it didn't seem to match his entire personality, so this obviously wasn't his scene.

"i'm working right now," you chewed at the inside of your bottom lip which drew his eyes to your mouth, "but i guess one drink wouldn't hurt."

that wasn't smart on your part, especially not knowing who you were agreeing to give your time to. he had gotten you secluded, away from the ongoing event and prying eyes even his teammates had been watching him with utter shock. grace wasn't a word normally associated with oliver aiku nor was sophistication a word linked to the girls he took home. you, although, exuded significance. you were the eminence that these event were held for.

so how did someone like him have someone like you wrapped around his fingers (literally)? even your moans were exquisite as he used his palm to rub your clit. his ragged hand was destined to crawl its way through the slit of your dress, just like you were destined to end up in his bed. his free arm leaned against the wall above your head, blocking your body from anyone that would happen to walk in through the deserted corridor. wouldn't want his prized jewel to be seen in a compromise position. his teeth nipped playfully at your neck, his two fingers deep within your cunt scissoring which only dizzied you.

your decorated fingers held onto his blue jacket as your knees threatened to give out beneath you. having a woman like you even touching him was more than enough, his clothed cock grinding against your shivering body. the watch he wore dripped in your wetness, earning his first orgasm from you. sadly for you, couth was something he lacked in tries. his fingers didn't slow down, changing from scissoring to flat out fingerfucking you while the event you planned raged on. his bottom lip brushed against your ear, his breathing strained as he moved his mouth.

"gonna cum for me again, princess?" his voice was deeper, just a groan in your ear as you nodded mindlessly, "please, cum for me."

you sobbed out, cumming once again on his thick fingers. it was sweet, so saccharine to his ears like a rich dessert that he'd eat at his last meal. he couldn’t help but moan with you, pulling his hand out from under your dress and admiring the wetness that coated it. you were a sight, even more alluring that he had gotten to your true and most primal nature. your hand gripped his tie to pull him down into a kiss while your other frantically worked at the leather belt around his waist. his smile returned as his lips moved against yours, his wet hand replacing yours to get his belt off then pants undone.

maybe he was wrong, his bed wasn't even a thought in his mind as freed his drooling cock from his slacks. you didn't hesitate pulling your form fitting dress up and him moving your filmsy panties aside. his firm hand grabbed your bare thigh, hiking it up to be able to have full access to your awaiting cunt. his height made the position difficult, but the lust and need made that issue irrelevant. standing on the tips of your heels, he was able to reach what he yearned for. his voice upstaged yours, moaning as he sank into you. your trembling hand shot to his mouth, dampening the noises he made as he rocked into you.

smeared red lipstick coated his lips as your hand fell to his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself. if he could think, he'd admit that you had possibly the most opulent pussy he'd ever had the opportunity to feel. your silky walls hugged him, pushing him to cum perplexingly quick. he was an athlete, stamina was his bread and butter, but you were obviously his weakness. you hadn't noticed until your knees knocked against his waist, but your anchoring foot had been also lifted from the ground. your back rubbed against exorbitantly priced artwork as he held you up to dig deeper into you.

you pulled away, your lips red and wet with spit, "cum in me."

his hips snapped against yours, moistened slaps echoed beneath the band's instruments which hid your pitched moans as well. quickly, his lips met yours again though he pressed his tongue into your mouth with little resistance. the kiss had left you pliant, cumming on his cock with a violent shudder. he didn't know who he had to thank for getting to experience this slice of heaven, his manager or his teammates for asking for a drink, but he'd be sending them both an invite to the wedding. maybe he'd even name the kid after them.

he guided you harder onto his cock at your words. he was definitely giving thanks to whoever he needed to. this wasn’t something he got to do as a professional athlete, everyone wanted him for his status or for the money he had. you obviously didn't need him or maybe you were just on birth control, but the freedom to cum inside of you made him want to drop down to his knee then and there.

"yeah? want me to knock you up? a complete stranger?" he growled, his hips meeting yours greedily.

the thought echoed in your mind, shame leaking out through your cunt, "god, yes, please," you begged.

this made you perfect in his eyes, his head falling back to savor the last moments. your orgasm came quicker than his, squeezing him tight enough to keep him from pulling further out. the voice in his head that warned him about doing something so reckless screamed into deaf ears as he pressed himself firmly against yours womb, filling you with his potent seed. his legs weakened, attempting to continue to thrust into the messiness he had just created. the whiteness of his cum oozed out with each feeble jab of his cock.

a mixture of cum drenched his pants, his sweaty forehead resting against yours, "messed up my pants, princess, guess it's your turn to make it up to me."

#oliveraiku #bllk #blue lock #bllk smut #blue lock smut

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Threads of Desire: A Christmas to Remember - Chapter 1

Summary: After dreaming of becoming a big time fashion designer, Y/N finds herself miserable working under her best friend Maggie Greene after being in her shadow for years. Maggie has everything that she ever wanted. The job she always longed for and she's dating the man of her dreams, Negan Smith. Christmas time is said to be the most magical time of the year. Will she finally escape Maggie's shadow and get everything she ever wanted or will she realize that life may have been perfect all along with her loyal friend Daryl Dixon at her side?

Characters: (in chapter 1) Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Maggie Greene, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61111030/chapters/156141661

Warnings: Alternate universe, swearing, angst, third person reader, female reader, reader wants to be a fashion designer, New York City is where they live, Maggie is kind of a bitch in this (sorry Maggie fans), dad Negan, Christmas Themed, etc.

Notes: This Christmas story is going to be a little different than my past ones. The two main love interests in this story are Negan and Daryl. This might draw some Neggie shippers and I do want to warn you while Negan and Maggie are together in this, their relationship isn't the healthiest. I want to put that out there ahead of time. Plus, Maggie isn't the nicest of people in this story. Pre-warning.

Y/N as always meaning your name or whatever name you want to put in for this story! Thanks for checking it out! I will try to update this as often as possible on days that I don't post Love's Second Chance.

Most people strive to have the job of their dreams. A job where you could go and a full days’ worth of work would feel like nothing because you loved what you were doing that much. That was supposed to be the case for Y/N. After going to school for years to be a fashion designer, this was promised to be the job that she had always dreamt about. That’s at least what her best friend Maggie had promised her when she took the job. Maggie and Y/N had gone to school together. Even though the two of them were very different, they seemed to make good friends. At least that’s what Y/N tried to tell herself all the time. A lot of people had actually questioned how Y/N continued to have a friendship with Maggie because others viewed it as a one-sided friendship. People claimed Maggie was self-centered and selfish where Y/N would do absolutely anything for her, but it wouldn’t go both ways.

Of course Y/N would always defend Maggie. Suggesting that people didn’t know Maggie like she did. And she always used this job for example as to why Maggie was a good friend. There was often a few key details that she would leave out. That was because she knew that if she told anyone about it, they would insist Y/N drop her as a friend immediately. The problem was? During their college years together, Y/N had grown incredibly close to Maggie’s family. During those years, Maggie’s father had grown very sick and had asked Y/N to watch over Maggie because she needed some direction. Of course, she had promised to take care of Maggie for her father Hershel. Which meant she felt responsible for Maggie in some fashion after Hershel died.

The unfortunate thing is that people were right. Maggie did take advantage of their relationship. During their school years, Y/N was always the better student. Helping Maggie get through her classes. Where Y/N thrived, Maggie barely just made it through. And right when they were about to graduate, Y/N was doing everything she could to get an internship at the company Vixen. It was the hottest, rising fashion design company in New York. All throughout college, Y/N had admired the man in charge of the company. Guy Vixen was her inspiration for actually becoming a fashion designer. She loved his work and dreamt to be like him when she finally got her foot in the business.

Maggie on the other hand? She really had no direction. It seemed like Maggie was a drifter, going where the world would take her. But they both applied for an internship at Vixen. It was Y/N’s dream to work there and be able to work beside Guy Vixen. Maggie did it just for the hell of it. When Y/N was applying, Maggie was there. So it just seemed to work itself out that way. Originally? Neither one of them thought they would get a callback. It was just a dream scenario that was highly unlikely.

But? Almost immediately Maggie had gotten a call back. Guy Vixen himself wanted her to come in and do an interview with him. Y/N never received a call. It wasn’t until after she started working at Vixen that Y/N had learned that Guy never looked at people’s art first. Talent at the time didn’t matter to him. What mattered to him was someone’s social media presence. The kind of impact that they had to the world. At the time they applied? Y/N had a smaller following because she focused mainly on representing her art. Maggie had a much larger social media presence. It didn’t feature her art in any way, but it was more of a lifestyle presence. So Maggie received that call back not because of her designs, but because her personal social media account had a significant amount of followers.

Guy had decided after looking at Maggie’s social media that he liked her look. And after his interview with her? He hired her on immediately. Not as an intern, but as an actual paid employee. Back then? Y/N had gotten upset. Not because Maggie had gotten the job, but because Maggie had ‘accidentally’ made a mistake that helped her in getting that job. When Maggie went to the interview, she grabbed Y/N’s portfolio instead of her own swearing that she had confused the two. According to her, Maggie was late for the interview and just grabbed the first portfolio she saw assuming that it was hers. Because of Maggie’s look along with Y/N’s designs, Maggie had easily gotten the job.

When Y/N approached Maggie about her showing Y/N’s work as her own, Maggie insisted that she didn’t realize it until after Guy had looked at the portfolio and handed it back to her. Something about that never sat right with Y/N. Maggie explained that after Guy insisted on hiring her that she would have looked stupid if she told Guy that the designs weren’t hers. So she didn’t tell him.

After that happened? Their relationship was on shaky water. Because of that, Maggie managed to get Y/N a job at the company as well. Promised Y/N that she would be in a job where they were partners. Swore up and down that Y/N would be an important part of the company where she would be able to grow. And threw the idea of working beside Guy Vixen in her face. Of course, she would want to take that opportunity. It was her idol after all. When Maggie convinced her to take the job, she hinted that it might be possible that Y/N would be able to do even better than Maggie in the future.

Before going into the job, Maggie labeled them partners. After she accepted the job? Y/N realized that she wasn’t Maggie’s partner. No. She was Maggie’s personal assistant. And even though that infuriated her, Guy Vixen was dangled in her face. Maybe there would be that chance that he would see how hard she was working and she’d get hired on too.

Four years later? That never happened. Guy after this long didn’t even know who the hell she was and Y/N was in the same exact position she was when she got here in the business. Remaining loyal and continuing to be Maggie’s personal assistant. Guy didn’t even know her name. Nor did he look at her more than once or twice. Truthfully? Y/N felt invisible.

In those four years? Maggie had become incredibly successful. Her position at the company was a highly sought after one and she was doing very well for herself. But? The thing that people didn’t know was that Y/N often was the reason behind Maggie’s success. Most of the time, Y/N had helped Maggie with her designs. Stirring up ideas and helping Maggie to put the final touches on things. Even though Maggie was a terrible friend, that promise Y/N had made to Hershel years ago lingered in her mind. She didn’t want to make Maggie look bad. Plus? If Maggie remained in the company, there was always a chance that someone could see that Y/N had talent too. Though? After four years, Y/N should have realized that was never happening.

What that meant for Y/N was she often did the work that Maggie didn’t want to do for the company. Which was pretty much everything except for the public events and the parties that Maggie was meant to attend. Maggie wanted the publicity and the attention. But she didn’t want to spend the time working on the things that needed to be done. Even when Maggie would have interviews for certain magazines or news sources, it was always Y/N preparing her beforehand. Creating mock interviews and answers for Maggie to memorize. And they would have to work on it for an ungodly amount of time. Just so Maggie didn’t fuck up.

At the end of the day? Y/N knew that made her pathetic. And she understood that. But she had those hopes that one day she would stand out to Guy. At first she just allowed herself to stay hidden, but over the last year or two she had been doing things in attempt to get him to notice her. Hoping that he would finally see her as a person and not some random stranger standing in his way in the middle of the hallway at the office. That hope that she would one day become something just stuck with her, so she never gave up. Hoping that one day a miracle would happen and she’d finally get credit for the designer that she was. The talent she was capable of sharing.

Today had been a very shitty day already. And it was only ten in the morning.

Y/N was exhausted. She had started work at seven. But there was so much to do before Maggie showed up in the mornings. There was almost a list of chores that would have to be done that Maggie put Y/N in charge of, every single day. If she didn’t get them done? Maggie would often have a shitty day and that wasn’t something that Y/N was keen on. Because if Maggie had a bad day? That meant that Y/N had an even shittier day. So there was never time to sit and relax. Enjoying the day only happened after work hours.

Since they had lived in the city, Maggie had fallen in love with a coffee shop that she had found the week she had gotten the job at Vixen. So that meant every morning Y/N was expected to go out and get Maggie her favorite latte at this coffee shop. Being Maggie’s personal assistant? Yeah, that pretty much made Y/N her slave. And today? The coffee shop was running behind. So that meant she had to wait in an incredibly long line before Y/N could even get to the office. Maggie’s order was also very specific, so it wasn’t like it was something that she could just get quickly. The biggest problem though? This shop was five blocks away. That meant it put Y/N completely behind on her duties for the day. Which meant she had to rush through the New York City streets once she got the latte. And it was snowing. So not only did she have to fight prime time traffic to walk through, it was so much worse because of the weather. Which meant by the time she got back to the building, she was soaked. So not only was she tired and stressed, but she was also freezing. In her rush to the office, Y/N had almost been hit by a taxi that wasn’t paying attention to pedestrians. And that made her drop her coffee so she had nothing to warm up with either.

Rushing to Maggie’s office was hard. If it wasn’t the traffic of the people on the streets or the cars, it was waiting for the elevators to get where they needed to go. The office was in one of the tallest towers in New York where they were on a higher level. Because Maggie was one of the higher up employees, there was a special elevator that she got to take that would avoid all the stops. However, for Y/N who had just a simple job with the company? That meant she had to wait at the community elevator. And that took forever too. Being smashed into a very tiny space with many people wasn’t exactly her favorite thing to do every day.

Normally, Maggie got to the office anywhere between ten and eleven. Usually, it was around quarter to eleven. So there was a hope that Maggie still hadn’t gotten back yet. Once she reached the top floor, Y/N was quick to make her way out of the elevator toward Maggie’s office. Thankfully when she reached it, she saw that it was empty which gave her a huge sigh of relief. Most everyone in the office was always busy with their own things, so they wouldn’t have noticed Y/N coming in late. They probably rarely even noticed her in the first place.

Setting Maggie’s latte aside, Y/N gathered the things that Maggie would need for the day to make sure that she was prepared. There was an important meeting that Maggie had to attend this afternoon. Once those items were together in one place, Y/N sat down and started to go through Maggie’s messages, writing down the notes that she knew would be important. When she got to the e-mails, the sound of the door to the office being pushed open was heard. That did bring a certain amount of dread to Y/N, but she didn’t pull away from what she was doing. Still being incredibly focused, Y/N just kept scrolling through.

“I have almost everything set up for you,” she felt rushed, wishing that she was done by now. Her face flushed over with a warmth and her heart started racing. Truthfully? She fully expected Maggie to start having one of her shit fits. “I am so sorry that it took me this long, but you wouldn’t believe the day that I have been having. I was…”

Mid-sentence, Y/N felt the strength of someone pulling at the arm of her chair. A shocked breath fell from her lips when the weight of someone much smaller than her jumped into her arms. Scrambling to keep them from falling, Y/N pulled them close. Their arms hooked around Y/N’s shoulders tightly. A giggle filled the air when the familiar bright green eyes of the little girl in her arms pulled back.

“Jordyn, you scared me half to death,” she exclaimed, the first smile she had all day tugging at her lips. Wrapping her arms back around the eight-year-old, Y/N gave her a big bear hug. This little girl was someone that Y/N had met when she was just a baby. Brushing her fingers through Jordyn’s dark hair, Y/N felt a sense of joy for the first time today. “My gosh. You know, it is so good to see you! It’s been way too long. I almost couldn’t take it.”

“It’s been three days,” Jordyn reminded Y/N with a tiny laugh when she pulled back from the hug. Hopping down from the chair, Jordyn ran back around the desk into the arms of her father, Negan Smith. Picking Jordyn up, Negan groaned when he balanced her in his one free arm that he had. Stealing a quick glance at Negan had a lump developing in Y/N’s throat. “Daddy, I scared her.”

“I saw that baby girl,” Negan smirked, nuzzling his nose in against his daughters. “That’s not very nice.”

“Oh, that’s not her fault,” Y/N stood up from the chair that she was seated in to playfully tickle at Jordyn’s sides. A boisterous laugh escaped Jordyn with her burying her head at the crook of Negan’s neck. “You know three days is just way too long for me not to see you.”

“I agree,” Jordyn wiggled in Negan’s arms, her green eyes locking with Y/N’s when she kicked her feet about. “We should make this a daily thing.”

“A daily thing? Well, I wouldn’t complain about that, but I don’t know how your father would feel,” Y/N winked, her gaze finally meeting Negan’s. In that moment Negan appeared to be smiling at that interaction the girl were sharing together enjoying the way that they were talking. There appeared to be a sense of awe in his hazel eyes. “What are the two of you doing here?”

“Daddy got breakfast and coffee for Maggie,” Jordyn explained gagging at the idea of coffee, managing to get Negan to set her back down on the ground. Looking to Negan’s other hand, Y/N’s eyes fell upon the drink carrier that he had along with the small bag that was sitting at the center of it. Lowering back down into the desk chair, Y/N nodded her head and attempted to give half of her attention back to the e-mails hoping to finish them before Maggie got here. “Daddy got me a hot chocolate. They added peppermint to it and because they said I was special they added mini marshmallows. It’s really good. They even drew Santa on the side of my cup for me.”

“No way!” Y/N worked hard to give the same kind of energy back that Jordyn was giving her, just like she had always done. Jordyn tugged at Negan’s jacket, holding her hand up for her cup and Negan set down the carrier that he had. Putting the bag beside it, Negan handed Jordyn carefully her cup and Jordyn came over to show Y/N. Observing the cup Y/N’s got wide and she wanted to look as impressed as Jordyn clearly was about the hot chocolate. “That is so cool!”

“I thought so too,” Jordyn moved in beside Y/N to look at the screen observing all the words that were on it. Behind her big green eyes, Y/N could see confusion. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just finishing up going through some of Maggie’s e-mails for her,” Y/N explained, clicking away her e-mails and turning to face Jordyn again to give her the attention she deserved. Really, she could get back to them at any time whereas she actually enjoyed the time that she spent with Jordyn.

“Where’s Maggie? Shouldn’t that be her job?” Negan’s deep, raspy voice stammered as he made his way to the other side of the desk to take a seat on the edge of it. Yeah, it was Maggie’s job, but Y/N really wondered if Maggie knew how to do it. Turning to Negan, Y/N felt her heartrate quicken. Just the sight of Negan took her breath away. With his beautiful hazel eyes. His extremely prominent dimples. Along with his charming smile and chiseled jawline. His facial hair was salt and pepper colored. His dark hair was slightly messy from when she assumed he pulled his hat off from coming inside from the snow. And then there was his cologne. God, he smelled good.

“She should be here soon,” Y/N forced herself to look away from Negan not wanting to gawk. Motioning Jordyn to wait, Y/N got up from where she was seated to go for her bag. Coming back, Y/N lowered back into her seat and started digging into her bag. Pulling something out, she went to hand it to Jordyn. Holding it out had Jordyn’s eyes growing big. “I saw this the other day at the Christmas market in Bryant Park. I thought you would like it.”

“Oh my God,” Jordyn grabbed the nutcracker that Y/N had picked up for her and turned it to face Y/N. It was a very ugly nutcracker which was something that Jordyn had been collecting ever since she was little. Nut crackers that no one else would want to buy. “Daddy look! It’s so ugly!”

“I see that honey,” Negan laughed, reaching out to grab the present that Y/N had gotten for Jordyn. Sweeping his finger over the nutcracker made a low rumble of an amused sound fall from his throat. “What do you say?”

“Thank you Y/N,” Jordyn hopped up to give Y/N another hug. Squeezing tightly to Y/N this time, burying her head against the side of Y/N’s neck. “You’ve added more to my collection than anyone. You always find the ugliest ones.”

“I don’t know if I should be proud of that or not,” Y/N teased, patting faintly at Jordyn’s back while she held onto her. “I just know how much you love them, so I’m always sure to keep an eye out for them every Christmas.”

“You’re too kind. You know that, right?” Negan stammered from where he was seated on the edge of the desk, his hand reaching out to place in over Y/N’s shoulder. It had her turning to look at him with Jordyn still in her arms. “You should really come over to see her collection at some point. We have these shelves that we made special for her to display them. She’s very proud of it.”

“It looks amazing,” Jordyn leaned back, throwing her hands out in the air dramatically. “You gotta see it Y/N.”

“One day, I’d love to,” Y/N winked noticing the way that Negan was stroking at her shoulder before giving it a firm squeeze again.

“I know you see Jordyn all the time, but it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to really see you. You know, other than in passing when we’re switching off Jordyn. Too long really,” Negan admitted, a muscle in his jaw flexing when he let his hand drop at his side. “I used to see you all the time when you and Maggie were living together in that apartment. Ever since she moved into her new apartment in East Village, I rarely see you anymore.”

“Yeah,” Y/N swallowed down hard feeling her chest aching at the thought of Negan. Being around Negan was very hard because this was another example of what Maggie had done to be a bad friend. And everyone close to Y/N knew it. Everyone except Negan of course.

Back when they were in school, Y/N wasn’t completely sold with fashion design when she started her first year. Fashion design was something she had always told herself that she wanted. But when she was younger, she loved making movies. It was something that she had found incredibly fun and did as a hobby. And she’d do it all. Create the costumes. Make the scripts. Film. Edit. Act. Everything. It was an art that also came easy to her. Just for so long, Y/N thought she enjoyed fashion design more. So when she went to college, she made a promise to her family that she would test out the idea of maybe getting a film degree if fashion design didn’t go through. Which led her to Negan.

Negan was originally Y/N’s film professor that she had taken a class with in her first year. That was eight years ago. At the time? Y/N hadn’t really heard much about Negan. It was an intro class and most of the boys that were in the class were losing their minds before Negan got to class about who their professor was. But it wasn’t because of what he did for the film industry. No, it was because Negan was originally a professional baseball player. And apparently a very good one. For years, he thrived playing that sport up until he got a really terrible injury where he was forced to retire young. Using the money that Negan had made through the years, Negan decided to focus his time after that on creating films. He had the resources and the money to do it, so he just went for it. And? He ended up being very good at it. What he had done had caught the attention of some big names in Hollywood. Which led to Negan winning multiple awards before he even reached the age of thirty. After meeting the love of his life and getting married, Negan had settled down. Decided to work less on films and put a lot of his effort into teaching. It meant that he got to be with his wife and spend more time with her.

From the moment that Negan walked into that classroom on the first day, Y/N had the biggest crush on him. Everything about him appealed to her. Negan wasn’t like most of the professors that she had. Right from the start he had the mouth of a sailor which made him slightly more fun than the others. And he was so relaxed in the way that he taught. He took things seriously, but he made things enjoyable for people. He dressed casual, he’d interact with his students and get to know them. He was a fun professor and it didn’t hurt that he was incredibly good looking.

Of course, there was an age gap between them, but her crush was innocent in the beginning. Negan was married. And he talked about his wife all the time. Almost every class somehow his wife Lucille would be brought into some kind of discussion. And he was so excited to talk about their daughter that they had just had. That’s probably what also made him more appealing to Y/N. How good of a father and a husband he seemed to be. She had never seen a man love something so much and it just showed in everything that he did. She found Negan very sweet and she was charmed by him.

During those years, that was the class that she looked forward to the most. And she did amazing in that class because she wanted to stand out to Negan. During that first year, they would talk all the time. Even hours after class. About the film industry. Her future plans. Negan’s family and his past. They clicked really fast. A few times after class, Negan had even introduced her to Lucille and Jordyn when they would drop by to see him. And in some classes? Negan happily brought Jordyn in with him, strapping her to his chest in her baby carrier while he taught. It was adorable.

So even though her heart was set on fashion design, she kept taking Negan’s classes because she enjoyed them so much. During the second year at school, Negan’s wife had ended up getting pancreatic cancer. Unfortunately it took her quick and Negan was devastated by the loss of his wife. He would have meltdowns at school to the point she started helping him out with his classes. And when he wouldn’t show up to classes, she would come to help him with Jordyn. That’s why she was so close to Negan and Lucille’s daughter. Jordyn was still very young when her mother died, so Y/N helped to raise Jordyn.

Eventually with her help, Negan managed to pull himself out of his depression. There was one discussion in particular that made Negan get his shit together when she made him realize that while he was in pain, Jordyn needed him. And he had to fight for her. After that time period and the dedication Y/N had put into helping Negan, they became super close. Closer than they probably should have been.

At the time, she thought they flirted constantly. They spent most days together sharing meals and taking care of Jordyn together. Jordyn had latched on pretty quickly to Y/N and Negan would pay Y/N to help take care of his daughter even though she didn’t want his money. Most months, she would collect the money and then return it to one of Negan’s jackets when he wasn’t paying attention.

During her last year of college, Negan had convinced her to be his student teacher. Around that time she was seriously considering going into film by Negan’s suggestions. He always told her that she was too good to waste her time on fashion and he promised to help her in her career. During the years they spent time together, Negan never made a move on her. And she always assumed it was because she was his student. Maybe he was just being professional. There was a hope that when she graduated, something more would have come from their relationship. There had been a few times where they had near kisses and she thought they were on the verge of having something develop between them.

One day Maggie came to see Y/N while she was working late with Negan checking papers. At the time Maggie knew how much Y/N liked Negan. Hell, she was pretty much in love with Negan. And Maggie had already met Jordyn. Especially with how often Jordyn and Y/N were actually together. But that didn’t stop Maggie from flirting with Negan the moment she entered that room. At the time, Y/N hadn’t thought much about it because even though Negan was flirting back, that really didn’t mean anything. Negan flirted with pretty much everyone. That was just the kind of personality that he had.

A few weeks later, Negan showed up to Y/N’s apartment that she shared with Maggie. There was a big bouquet of flowers in his hands. When she opened the door, her mind immediately made up all kinds of scenarios about how Negan finally realized how he felt about her and that’s why he was there. To confess his feelings for her. But instead? They were for Maggie. It devastated Y/N. After Negan left that day, Maggie promised she wouldn’t let it go any further because she knew how Y/N felt about Negan.

That promise lasted a whole three days before Y/N came home to the apartment she shared with Maggie to find Negan and Maggie having sex on the couch together. It broke her heart. The man she had been in love with over the last four years was smitten with her best friend and Maggie accomplished to snag the heart of Negan in less than a few days. After that? Her heart was broken. Maggie had done a lot of shitty things in the past, but never something this big.

More than anything Y/N wanted to run away, but she didn’t have the money to get an apartment in the city alone. So she stayed. Depression ate away at her and the passion she had for things were gone. Now she was being forced to listen to Maggie and Negan having sex all the time. And truthfully? That was so hard to take. Knowing that her best friend had landed the man that she had been in love with for four years. With Y/N being upset, Maggie tried to explain that she couldn’t help herself. Negan was just too charming and she fell hard for him. Swearing that Negan was relentless in trying to get with her. And in attempts to make Y/N feel better, Maggie insisted that Negan wasn’t really Y/N’s type anyways. That eventually she would find someone better.

So not only did Maggie get Y/N’s dream job, but she also got Y/N’s dream man too. Maggie and Negan had been dating now for over four years. And for four years, she watched the man she loved be hopelessly in love with her best friend. Even though so many times she wanted to run away, to finally give up on Maggie, the promise she made to Hershel always lingered over her head.

Now, she was Maggie’s personal assistant and she rarely saw Negan other than when she would drop Jordyn off or pick her up. Or if she had to run some kind of chore for Maggie that involved Negan. What used to be a friendship where they would hang out almost every day slowly drifted when Maggie started dating him.

“I mean it, I really miss seeing you. You should come over and we can have binge night with the little one. I’m sure she’s told you, but she’s started to get obsessed with supernatural television shows. And she’s had her eye on one for a while,” Negan winked at Jordyn before nudging faintly at Y/N’s shoulder. “I also got some cool video games that no one else will play with me. We used to play together all the time and I miss it.”

“What? Maggie doesn’t play video games with you?” Y/N wondered and immediately it drew a deep raspy laugh from Negan’s throat. Placing his hand in over the center of his chest, Negan’s nose wrinkled and he shook his head. “I’ll take that as a no?”

“That’s definitely a no,” Negan agreed with her, his dimples growing more visible with his laughter. “You know she hates that shit. Big time.”

“She always yells at daddy when he plays,” Jordyn informed Y/N with a sigh, heading over to the couch in Maggie’s office after snatching her nutcracker back from Negan. “She thinks there are better things he can do with his time.”

“Sounds like Maggie,” she admitted with a weak a smile noticing the way that Negan was staring down at her. “Is something wrong?”

“You looked soaked,” Negan replied back, outstretching his hand to touch at her hair to feel that it was wet beneath his fingertips. “What happened?”

“Oh, Maggie likes me to pick up a certain coffee for her in the morning,” she nodded toward the cup that was sitting on the desk. “It’s a shop about five blocks away. It just started snowing really bad, but I’ll be fine.”

“You’re gonna get sick,” Negan commented, getting up from the desk to pull his thick winter jacket off. Setting it aside for a minute, Negan started to pull off the red flannel shirt that he was wearing revealing a white t-shirt underneath. Motioning her to stand, she immediately shook her head and Negan hushed her. “Take the shirt off and put this on. It will keep you warm.”

“I shouldn’t,” she admitted looking to the shirt that Negan was offering her. Without further talking, Negan reached for her and pulled her up from the chair. Gasping out, she almost fell forward when Negan started to open the sweater jacket that she was wearing. Getting it off her, Negan motioned her to wait and headed over to the window where the heater was near it. Hanging it over the side, Negan moved back and motioned her to turn around. Thankfully she had been wearing an undershirt beneath that sweater. “Negan?”

“Hold your arms out,” he instructed her with a warmth flooding into her cheeks. Doing as she was told, she allowed him to pull his shirt up over her body and she let out a long sigh. Once it was on her, she immediately smelled his cologne that she had become heavily attracted to whenever she would smell it outside in public. Maybe it was because she was so attracted to Negan and that was his scent. Either way, the shirt smelled really nice and it was warm when she pulled it in closer to her. “Good?”

Instead of saying anything, she simply nodded. Turning her to face him, Negan caressed over her shoulders as if he was waiting to warm her up, “It would be really nice if you could join us for Christmas this year. I know that you’re gonna be alone and Maggie talked about it. I’d love having you come over to the house. Jordyn would love it too.”

“Yes! Very much so!” Jordyn agreed with her father, kicking her feet a bit and giving that same cheesy over the top smile that Negan would often give Y/N. Even though Jordyn had some of her mother’s features, there was so much of Negan inside of Jordyn. Both in her attitude and her physical appearance. “I have some presents for you.”

“You didn’t have to get me presents sweetheart,” she insisted with a frown, knowing that she felt strange about this whole situation.

“Of course I do,” Jordyn retorted with a firm shake of her head. “You help take care of me when daddy needs help. You always have. And you’re with me multiple times during the week. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well that just won me over,” Y/N felt a warmth flood throughout her body. Heading over to the couch, she sat down next to Jordyn and squeezed her arm tightly around Jordyn’s shoulders. “You are so special. And I love you very much.”

“I love you too,” Jordyn hooked her arms around Y/N to squeeze her tightly in her embrace. Negan was watching them from afar with a weak smile tugging at his lips. Heading over toward them, he pushed his hands into his pockets and let out a long sigh. “Daddy says it all the time too. He doesn’t know what he would do without you.”

“I’m sure he would be just fine,” Y/N suggested since their relationship was nothing like it used to be since he started dating Maggie. The only thing she was to Negan was a prominent female figure in Jordyn’s life. And even though they weren’t together, she was still very much helping him to raise Jordyn. “He has Maggie.”

“You and Maggie are vastly different,” Negan alerted her with a tip of his head. If only he meant that in a way that would actually mean something to her. That was something that Y/N had originally wished for from the beginning. “I can count on you. Maggie is…well she’s Maggie.”

“Am I hearing my name?” a voice interrupted their conversation and it drew Negan to look back over his shoulder to see that Maggie was entering the space. Moving through the office, Maggie reached her arm out to hook it around Negan’s shoulders when he turned to embrace her. Bringing their lips together in a lingering kiss, Maggie hummed against Negan’s lips and it forced Y/N to look away. There was always that sense of jealousy that lingered when Y/N saw the two of them together. “What were we talking about?”

“How different you and Y/N were,” Negan responded truthfully, his mouth hovering over Maggie’s. A smile tugged at his handsome features before he peppered a few more kisses over Maggie’s lips. “Mhmm, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Maggie dragged her palms down over the center of Negan’s chest. Y/N looked to Jordyn who rolled her eyes and went back to playing with the present that Y/N had gotten her. “What are you doing here babe?”

“Jordyn and I decided to bring you some breakfast,” Negan answered, nodding over toward the bag that they had brought along with the coffee. “I guess it’s more so brunch now and it may be a little cold, but…”

“That was very sweet,” Maggie brushed her fingers through Negan’s short beard, lifting up just enough to nuzzle her nose against Negan’s.

“Although, I think Y/N went out to go get you coffee. So I can probably just give the coffee to Y/N so she has something to warm herself up,” Negan gazed back at Y/N sitting with Jordyn, but Maggie grabbed Negan’s chin firmly forcing him to look at her. Kissing him a few more times, Maggie was making sure to draw it out and it had Y/N’s heart pounding inside of her chest.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I think I would love your coffee way more than anything else,” Maggie released Negan and headed over toward the latte that Y/N had gotten for her. Holding it up, she stepped on the foot lever to get the trash to open. Dropping it in the trash had Y/N’s lips parting. She wanted to say something, but instead she bit her tongue when Maggie rubbed her hands together and moved to grab the coffee that Negan had gotten for her. Of course Maggie didn’t think to give her the latte because that wasn’t the way that Maggie thought. Taking a sip, Maggie paused and by the expression over her face, Y/N knew that Maggie hated the coffee. “This is fantastic. I’m so glad that you got it for me.”

“If that’s her liking it face, I’d hate to see what her face looked like when she hated something,” Jordyn lifted up to whisper in Y/N’s ear. Both of them giggled which drew Maggie’s attention to them. How close Y/N was to Jordyn was always something Maggie was uncomfortable with after she started dating Negan. Because Maggie never bonded with Jordyn like Y/N did.

“What are you wearing?” Maggie wondered, her eyes narrowing when she observed Y/N’s body slowly. Looking down, Y/N noticed that Maggie was talking about Negan’s flannel that she was wearing. Staring at it a moment of scrutiny. “Don’t let Guy catch you wearing that. He will throw you out for the day and I need you here.”

“She was cold. She got soaked being outside,” Negan pointed out in Y/N’s direction which had Maggie looking her over more thoroughly. “So I just gave her my shirt. I thought it would be better for her to be warm instead of having her freeze. The last thing that you want is your assistant getting pneumonia.”

Cringing, Y/N hated to hear Negan refer to her as Maggie’s assistant. That was what she was though. So maybe she needed to get over that. Maggie sold it to her as her ‘partner’ but she was just a glorified slave. Embarrassment flooded her veins. Four years ago Negan thought she was good enough to sell to film studios to hire her on. Now she was working as someone’s personal assistant. He probably thought she was pathetic. Then again, he probably really didn’t think about her much to begin with.

“You always have to be so logical,” Maggie muttered, stepping forward to reach out and palm in over the side of Negan’s face. His long eyelashes fluttered leaning in closer to her to meet her halfway. Humming against his lips, Maggie smiled and then back stepped toward her desk. In just the small amount of time with Maggie being there, she had made it very obvious to stress to Y/N that Negan was hers. Setting her personal items down, Maggie moved over toward the couch to take a seat on the opposite side of Jordyn. Upon seeing the ugly nutcracker that Jordyn was playing with, Maggie’s nose wrinkled and she reached out to grab it. “I’ll never understand why you love these things so much.”

“They are so ugly,” Jordyn blurt out excitedly, kicking her feet a bit when she pointed to the nutcracker that Maggie was now observing. “They’re so ugly that they are cute.”

“I told you hun, she’s always had a thing for them,” Negan reminded Maggie getting her eyes to lift to his from where she was seated. “The uglier things are? The better for her.”

“It’s because I want to prove that even the ugliest things are loveable to someone. You can’t just leave them there for no one to buy,” Jordyn exclaimed with a frown reaching for the nutcracker from Maggie. “I like my collection.”

“I know you do baby,” Negan lowered down, outstretching his hand to brush his fingers through his daughter’s dark hair. A moment passed where all of them were silent. Clearing his throat, Negan looked to Maggie, offering up one of his charming smiles. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“What’s tonight?” confusion flooded Maggie’s green eyes and she looked to Y/N to save her. Only, Negan didn’t give her the time to do so.

“That event at the school,” Negan reminded Maggie, his head bobbing about. “We’ve only talked about it a million times. The one where potential donators come in and they get a feel for what the school can offer. We have people come in from influential jobs to talk about how their classes got them in the career they are in today. We’ve talked about it a lot hun.”

“Oh, right. That,” Maggie’s mouth parted into the shape of an o. It was obvious that Maggie was trying to come up with some kind of response. Shifting on the couch uneasily, Maggie slid further away from Jordyn and bit down on her bottom lip. “I’m sorry Negan, but an important meeting with a client came up tonight. Guy and I are supposed to meet them for dinner.”

“When did that happen?” Y/N panicked, reaching for her phone to pull out her calendar. “I have nothing in the schedule.”

“It only was just confirmed with me when I was on the elevator to get up here,” Maggie explained to Y/N, holding her hand out to get Y/N to lower her phone down. “Guy was on the elevator at the same time and he reminded me of it. It’s a very important client and he wants me to be there.”

“Maggie,” Negan frowned, his jaw flexing and visible disappointment filled his hazel eyes. “You knew about this. About how important this was for the school. You were one of the big names on the list for people.”

“And I’m sorry this turned out the way it did, but work is more important,” Maggie stressed to Negan throwing her arm about in the air while she spoke. “I’d love to go to this with you because you know how much I love going places with you, but this is one thing I can’t get out of. You’re a big enough name.”

“But I’m for the film department. You were supposed to be the lead for the fashion department Maggie. That’s two totally different areas. People coming for that aren’t gonna wanna see me,” Negan stressed, standing up slowly. His hands pressed in over his hips, his body language showing that he was unhappy. “If you were gonna cancel, you should have told me long before today. That way I could have gotten someone that could replace you.”

“I can’t help it Negan,” Maggie defended herself placing her hand in over the center of her chest, her head shaking swiftly from side to side. “This only came about today. If I would have known that it was going to happen, I would have told you.”

A grunt escaped Negan’s lips and he rolled his eyes. A muscle was flexing at the corner of his jaw as it often would when he would get irritated or angry with someone. Maggie was waiting for some kind of response from Negan, but at this point? She wasn’t getting it.

“You know how it is Negan. Around Christmas time, my job gets really busy,” Maggie tried to defend herself realizing that she was losing in her defense with her last-minute cancelation. Looking around the room, Maggie’s green eyes locked with Y/N’s and she gasped. Snapping her fingers, she got Negan’s attention and pointed at Y/N. “Make Y/N go instead! She works here too. She knows my job inside and out. I guarantee she would be able to give the speech.”

“Maggie, they wouldn’t want me,” Y/N responded immediately realizing that she was a no-name. Whereas people actually knew who Maggie was. Sure, she knew the speech inside and out because she had written it for Maggie. As well as made a pdf along with a video for Maggie to share. There was no question that she knew this whole thing more than Maggie ever did, but that didn’t excuse that no one would want her over Maggie. “I’m a no one. No one even knows my name.”

“But you work hand-in-hand with me,” Maggie countered, standing up from the couch. Waving her hand back and forth between Negan and Y/N, Maggie was desperately trying to get the two of them to agree. “Y/N, you know that you knew this stuff.”

“She might have something to do tonight,” Negan stressed, shaking his head. It was obvious that he was still upset with Maggie. “This is very last-minute Maggie. For me, for her.”

“She never has anything she has to do,” Maggie defended herself and it had Y/N huffing out. Looking to Jordyn, Y/N noticed that Negan’s daughter was just watching the whole situation play out in front of her. “Come on Y/N. You know just as well as I do that if I need you, no matter what you are available.”

“It’s my job,” Y/N stressed to Maggie who grumbled under her breath and then lowered her head into her hand. With how Negan was reacting to things, it was obvious that Negan didn’t think she was a good enough replacement for Maggie. “He doesn’t want me there.”

“That’s…that’s not true,” Negan replied back with a sense of empathy over what she just said. “I don’t mind you coming, but…”

“Then it should be fine,” Maggie interrupted him so she could stop any worries or negative thoughts about the idea that she came up with. “All we have to do is have her replace me. I assure you that the speech is going to be great.”

“I don’t think you’re realizing why this is upsetting to me,” Negan grumbled under his breath noticing that Maggie didn’t seem to realize where the problem was. “I don’t have a problem with her stepping in. My problem here is that we promoted you. People are going to expect you to be there. And dropping out of things last second is not really cool Maggie.”

“Oh no, I understand that,” Maggie assured him, stepping to him and placing her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest getting their eyes to lock. “I understand that I will have to make it up to you. And if I didn’t have this last-minute meeting, I wouldn’t be doing this to you.”

“A lot of people are going to be disappointed,” Negan thought aloud, lowering his stare to watch Maggie stroking at the center of his chest. It didn’t take much to see that gradually Negan was getting less angry with Maggie. Sighing loudly, Negan shrugged his shoulders with his eyebrows bouncing up. “You do owe me Maggie.”

“And I intend to follow through,” Maggie whispered lifting her hand to tap lightly at Negan’s nose. Tugging at Negan’s jacket, Maggie got him to lower down enough so she could steal another kiss from his lips.

Separating, Negan sighed loudly and looked to Y/N. Throwing his hands up in the air, he seemed at a loss for words, “Are you available to replace Maggie tonight? If you came to the event, it would help me out. Having someone to talk is better than having no one to talk. I’d owe you one.”

The look in his hazel eyes were almost pleading and it made Y/N’s throat go dry. Giving a small nod of her head, Y/N knew that she couldn’t turn Negan down when he was asking her for a favor, “I’ll find a way to make time.”

“I’ll text you over the details as soon as I can. Thank you for doing this Y/N,” Negan stammered, his dimples prominent while he thought of something more to say. “I just have to find a way to make it make sense to the board.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal honey,” Maggie reached out to squeeze over Negan’s shoulders and then headed back toward her desk. Negan went to say something to bicker back with Maggie, but the way he slouched forward showed that he knew that it would have been useless to do so anyways.

“I think me and Jordyn are gonna take off. We are supposed to meet one of her friends at Bryant Park for some ice skating,” Negan informed the two of them, reaching out to help Jordyn up from the couch. “We’ll make sure to drop this guy off first though so we can make sure he can be with rest of your collection.”

“Thank you again!” Jordyn boasted, running to Y/N to give her another big hug. “You always have the best gifts.”

“And you always give the best hugs,” Y/N hummed, giving Jordyn one final big squeeze. Standing up from the couch, Y/N gave Negan a nod not sure how she should say goodbye to him at this point. When they were close, they were hugging all the time. Now, it just felt awkward. “I hope you both have a good time.”

“Oh, I’m sure she will,” Negan curled his arm around his daughter’s shoulders pulling her in closer to him. “Thanks again Y/N.”

“I’ll call you tonight after everything,” Maggie waved goodbye to both Negan and Jordyn as they worked their way out of her office. There was a fake smile plastered over Maggie’s features when they looked back at her from where they were standing by the elevator. Once they were on the elevator and it was closed, Maggie finally relaxed and slouched forward. Looking to the latte that Negan had gotten her, Maggie groaned and shoved it out toward Y/N. “Take this. I don’t want it.”

“Well I don’t want it after you’ve drank from it,” Y/N muttered, her eyes looking down toward the cup with disgust. “We’re close Maggie, but I’m not really interested in sharing germs with you.”

“Oh please, my germs are perfect,” Maggie pushed the drink further toward Y/N who had to grab the cup otherwise it may have spilled everywhere. “I don’t care what you do with it. Just throw it away. That was disgusting. I can’t believe you allowed me to throw away my other latte for that.”

“Maggie, I can’t make you do anything,” Y/N countered moving over toward the trash to throw away the latte that Maggie no longer wanted. Almost immediately after throwing out the latte, Y/N gasped when Maggie threw her the bag of food that Negan had brought for her. Luckily she caught it after fumbling with it for a moment. “You want me to throw this away too?”

“You can eat it. I already had breakfast,” Maggie explained searching for something in one of her drawers. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, so it’s perfect for you.”

“Thanks Maggie,” Y/N set the bag on the corner of Maggie’s desk. Moving over toward the couch, Y/N knew that her laptop was on the coffee table that was in front of it and there were a lot of things she had to get started on.

A loud, exaggerated gasp was heard making Y/N jump when she looked to Maggie who had shot up from the seat that was at her desk, “Damn it Y/N! Couldn’t you have at least wiped off the seat? We should have gotten you a towel or something with how wet you were.”

“Sorry Maggie,” Y/N apologized, fighting hard to avoid rolling her eyes at her overreaction.

“And you didn’t even get through all the e-mails?” Maggie stammered provoking a long sigh from Y/N in response. Great, today was obviously headed for a shitty day. “You’re slacking a little bit.”

“It took longer to get back to the office this morning with this storm and walking,” Y/N explained, getting comfortable on the couch and preparing her laptop. “Also, Negan and Jordyn showing up distracted me for a few.”

“Those sound like excuses Y/N,” Maggie suggested, tapping her fingers on the desk. Suddenly it felt like Y/N was being scolded by someone of authority and like Y/N was a child. “You know what I say. If you have to make excuses about things not being done it means that you’re not taking your job seriously and I need you to take it seriously.”

“I’m not being dismissive with my job, Maggie. I assure you I’m taking things very seriously,” Y/N declared with an uncomfortable sound. It felt like her throat was closing up with Maggie’s green eyes still staring out at her. “What do you want me to say Maggie?”

“I want you to tell me it won’t happen again,” Maggie stressed and it had Y/N faintly laughing. “Is that funny? You know that you only have this job because you were my best friend Y/N. I could probably find someone that is more eager to have this job.”

“No, it’s not funny at all,” Y/N bit down on her bottom lip, getting angry that Maggie was now threatening her position over a few unanswered e-mails. Maggie would be lost without Y/N. So even the idea that Maggie would threaten her job was amusing in itself. “Sorry Maggie, I’ll make sure to get things done faster from here on out.”

“See to that,” Maggie breathed, her eyes going back to the screen to skim over the things that were still left on the computer.

From the couch Y/N stared out at Maggie. After four years at this company, Y/N didn’t even have a desk. She did most of her work from Maggie’s couch or used Maggie’s desk whenever she wasn’t there. Even though Maggie had gotten her this job where they were supposed to be partners, they weren’t even close.

In this moment, it was hard not to consider life and her choices. A promise to Maggie’s father had caused Y/N to become a slave to her best friend. One where she did all the work to make Maggie look good. All Maggie was in this company was a face. Y/N wasn’t really sure what Maggie really did other than share what were mostly Y/N’s designs and ideas. Y/N did everything for Maggie and she didn’t even make a quarter of what Maggie did in terms of salary.

There were moments where Y/N considered if she should really keep putting up with this. Putting all her efforts and talents into Maggie when she didn’t get any recognition whatsoever. Why had she wasted this much time doing this to begin with? For some reason today, everything was just hitting Y/N harder and it was stressing her out more than normal.

There was a knock at the door that drew both of them to look up. Guy Vixen stood at the door, gazing upon Maggie. As always, the owner of the company was dressed in something unbelievably expensive. Vibrant colors added emphasis to his look making sure to always have him stand out. Guy was originally an English model that took advantage of the sources he had and became one of the most successful fashion designers in the world. No matter when you saw Guy, his appearance was always perfect. His nails nicely manicured. His dark hair gelled to perfection. You couldn’t miss him in a crowd. That was for sure. Not just because he was a good-looking guy, but also because he wouldn’t let you miss him. He had to be the center of attention no matter where he was.

“Well don’t just look at me with those doe eyes. Are you ready?” Guy had been holding the door open, his hand waving at Maggie to get up.

“Of course,” Maggie stood up quickly, fixing the dress that she was wearing. Smoothing it over her hips, Maggie moved around the desk and gave a big smile. “Let me grab my notes.”

Watching Maggie’s movements, Y/N knew that in the corner of the room was the drawings for the presentation that Maggie was supposed to do. Yesterday they had talked about them since Y/N had finished them off for Maggie, but it seemed like Maggie was oblivious to them.

“You,” Guy snapped his fingers at Y/N to get her attention. Well that was a first. Usually Guy was oblivious to her existence. Now? Guy’s brown eyes were gazing her over and she felt her heartrate quicken. Suddenly Maggie’s warning was repeating in her mind about what she was wearing. “What are you wearing?”

Damn, Maggie was right. Looking down, Y/N tugged at Negan’s shirt that he had given her to wear in order to warm up, “It’s flannel?”

“Cute,” Guy simply stated, his head tipping to the side. A surprised expression flooded Maggie’s features that Guy would even say something like that to begin with. “It’s very vintage.”

“Thank you,” Y/N offered up a weak smile, not sure how to respond since that wasn’t the response that she was expecting.

“You ready?” Maggie outstretched her hand to grab a hold of Guy’s arm.

“Yes darling, let’s go,” Guy started to lead Maggie away, but Y/N cleared her throat.

“Maggie,” Y/N called out to Maggie who looked frustrated that Y/N would even call out to her in the first place. “Are you forgetting something?”

“What could I possibly be for…” Maggie started, but Y/N nodded over toward the corner of the room where the materials for the presentation were. A sudden realization flooded through Maggie and she swiftly headed over toward that corner to grab everything. “Yes. You were right. Wouldn’t want to forget these.”

As they were leaving the room, Y/N started to go back to work only to hear Guy whisper, “Who was that again?”

“It’s my assistant,” Maggie muttered under her breath and hearing that made Y/N let out a tense, muted laugh. And there it was. The true label that Maggie had always planned out for her. Y/N was a fool to assume anything else. And each day only proved to her how she was going to be stuck in this very role until the end of time.

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The Feral One • Chapter 7

Finnick x Y/N

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Trying to balance good writing with getting out chapters quickly so bare with me!

Content warnings - violence and death, cursing

“It’s a clock!” Katniss exclaims. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”

Katniss explains to the group how the arena works, making you realize that you running into the tribute during the lightning was just a coincidence, and the lightning didn’t always mean danger.

The group decides to go to the cornucopia to survey the arena and test their theory. You would like to grab a weapon but you don’t know if that’s allowed. Katniss already confiscated the arrow she shot you with so all you have is a weak arm and an injured arm.

Finnick walks between you and Peeta, with Katniss behind him. You really need to earn her trust back if you’re going to stay with the group, although, you don’t know how much she trusted you to begin with.

Katniss and Peeta warily eye you as you look through the weapons, trying to find a knife or two. Too many large weapons will just slow you down. You’d rather just have a few knives on you.

“She’s fine,” you hear Finnick tell the pair. “It’s safer for us that she is armed in case we get attacked. She’s already told me she doesn’t want to kill you so I doubt she’ll throw any knives your way. She knows the difference between doing damage in a fight and killing. Just give her space and don’t act so on edge around her. She’s doing her best.”

Katniss lowers her bow but doesn’t make any move to distance herself from you. It seems like the guarding followed you from the capital to the arena.

The group sits down as Peeta draws a map of the arena. Wiress goes down to the water to clean off some wire Beetee got that you assume is for his big smart plan.

“Did you see anything where you went?” Finnick asks you. You shake your head and just point at the lightning Peeta drew on the map.

“Just lightning?” he confirms and you nod your head. Looking at the map, you’re glad you only ended up with lightning. The rest of the jungle looks terrifying.

The group begins chatting about birds in mines when you hear a sudden gasp. You all turn to see Gloss slitting Wiress’ throat. If the capital wanted you to act feral, they were about to get a show.

It happened so fast. Katniss shot Gloss before Johanna threw an axe into Cashmere, killing her instantly. You noticed Brutus and Enobaria going for Finnick and Katniss but you were too far away to stop the knife Enobaria threw from sinking into Finnick thigh. She’s dead.

You charge at her, screaming like a wild animal. She seems ready for your attack, however, and positions herself for your oncoming blow. You collide with her, sending both of you to the ground.

There’s no time to reach for the blade tucked into your belt. You claw at her face, drawing blood, as she attempts to push you off her. She’s successful in rolling the two of you over, putting herself on top. You go to grab for a knife when her teeth sink into your wrist, shooting pain through your whole body. It’s a shock she didn’t bite your whole hand off.

That’s when the cornucopia starts spinning. Enobaria leaps off of you and tries her best to escape with Brutus while the rest of the group is caught off guard by the movement. You clutch onto the rocks with your good arm but you can feel yourself slipping.

Katniss falls off the same time you do, sending both of you into the water. Even with your bad arm, you’re still a better swimmer, so when the water calms you’re able to orient yourself.

You spot Katniss struggling to find the surface a few yards away from you, so you dive back under and swim to her. Bracing yourself for human contact, you grab her arm and start propelling her to the surface. It takes her a second to realize you’re helping, especially with the amount of blood you’re releasing into the water, but she swims with you till you reach air again.

Peeta helps her out of the water, checking to make sure she’s ok. You do your best to pull yourself up but you’re in too much pain. Finnick takes notice and grabs onto you, yanking you onto the rocks.

He doesn’t even have to say what you’re thinking. The bite looks bad. It’s hard to tell if Enobaria punctured the vein in your wrist but you think she did due to the amount it’s bleeding.

“Johanna,” Finnick calls. “Do we have any bandages left?”

“Nope,” she shouts. “The only ones we had went to Volts.”

“Shit,” he mutters, trying to figure out what to do. He uses your knife to cut the arm off your wetsuit, apologizing that he had to cut yours as his was destroyed by the fog. He wraps the fabric tightly around your wrist, trying to stop the bleeding.

“This should work until we can get some sponsors to send us something better,” he states. You shake your head at him. Sponsors wouldn’t send you anything. You were on your own.

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thewritetofreespeech · 7 months ago

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Gale x Tav

words: 1613

rating: E

pairing: Gale x Tav (post game pairing)

summary: part ii of the previous Gale x Tav work. (part i part iii)

tags: magic sex (literally. but also metaphorically), heterosexual sex, f/m, slight voyeurism, Gale still using magic for naughty reasons

To say it was hard to focus the rest of the day was an understatement.

Not only were you still reeling from what Gale had done earlier, you were also now looking forward to tonight when he would do it again.

Once classes were over, and the day done, you went home immediately. You ate a small dinner, which you weren’t hungry for with your stomach in knots, but Gale would be disappointed if you didn’t eat. You took a bath. Then you laid naked in bed waiting for the fun to start. The two of you hadn’t set a time. So, you anxiously waited to start feeling the now familiar touch on your clit and body from Gale’s ring.

You weren’t sure if it had been a while or blink of time, your anticipation making it hard to get an accurate read on an internal clock, but eventually the sensations started. You let out a sigh as you sunk deeper into the soft bedding.

Now that you knew what was going on, and you were alone, you were able to enjoy it fully. Letting your body go with the feeling. Uninhabitable moaning. Touching parts of your body that the ring wasn’t linked to. Your mouth gasped open as you cupped your breasts and played with your nipple. Pleasure building as you writhed on the bed for your phantom lover.

“Gods above….”

Your eyes snap open at the sound of that hushed exclamation. Sitting up on your elbows and seeing Gale there in the doorway. In the flesh. His own eyes on you with this look of dumbfounded stupor and lust. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the summit.”

“I left early.” He told you. Crossing over the threshold now and into the room. “There was only one more day, and it was boring anyhow, so I told them I had to return home. Because my wife needed me.” You bite your lips and draw your knees closer together, as you feel a warm pull in the pit of your stomach. Technically, he didn’t lie. Oh, how you needed him.

Gale was by the bed quickly and was already out of most of the buttons on his shirt by the time he was there. “I see my new present works. Do you like it?”

“It’s certainly…stimulating.” You reply in a cheeky manner. Gale returns your smirk and touched the stone on his ring again. The reaction instantaneous as you moan to the feeling. Somehow more intense and arousing with him in the room.

“I’ll say. It certainly was stimulating watching you enjoy it earlier today through my minds eye.” The wizard climbed on the bed and on top of you with an uncharacteristic amount of grace for a wizard. His eye, normally warm and a soft brown, burning with desire only for you. “I had to come back and see it for myself.”

Your arms wrap around Gale’s neck and pull him down for a kiss. Unable to wait any longer. The kiss was hungry. Passionate. The build up was one thing, but now that Gale was here, it was like an inferno had been lit inside you. You don’t think Karlach and her infernal engine could burn as hot as you did right now for your husband.

Gale returned your fire wholeheartedly. It was a surprise. The former chosen was by no means apathetic in bed, but he usually liked to take things slow. Be patient. Capture and build on the moment. Make sure everything was done thoroughly and properly before you both exhaled in ecstasy and calling it a night. Now, however, he was like a man consumed with fervor. The distance and almost 8 hours of foreplay ‘til now, if you counted the anticipation from this afternoon until now, seemed to have its effect on Gale as well.

He fumbled with his trousers as he tried to get out of them but not break the kiss. Eventually, he realized that was impossible, and let out a curse as he pulled back from you to get them off. “Such language, professor.”

Gale smirked at you. Immediately back on top of you once he was free. “You’re one to talk. I heard you earlier, and just now. Nearly as bad as that foul mouth pixie.” Hardly, you want to tell him. But Gale was shifting his weight above you and pulled off his ring before handing it to you. “Here. Put it on.” He was already slipping the ring onto your finger by the time he finished asking. The band only able to fit on your thumb with the size difference in your fingers. “I want you to use it while I make love to you. Feel the full effect of its magic while I’m inside you.”

Your mind lets out a guttural moan at the suggestion, but your lips stay closed as you examine the ring. It was a thrilling idea. To be, in part, the master of your own pleasure. Hesitantly you touch the ruby red stone on the ring and feel a surge of sensation rush from your center and up your spine. This time, you do indeed moan.

“Gods above…it is better in person….” Gale’s attention seemed fixed on your face, fascinated by it, as he brought up a hand to caress your cheek.

Your eyes open, and you have to assume your eyes are as black as the darkness of Shar. “Are you going to just stay there and stare at me?” Your head lances up, out of his grasp, to give him a biting kiss. “Or are you going to fuck me?”

There was a low growl from Gale. Though he was usually a man who didn’t appreciate vulgar words in his immense vocabulary, in bed was the only place he tolerated them. Judging by the twitch of his cock against your inner thigh, he more than just tolerated them.

Never one to disappoint a request from his lover, Gale moved to position himself between your legs and slid in. You were so wet from earlier, and the anticipation of finally getting a hard cock inside you, that there was little resistance as he pushed in. You moan eagerly. Though the Mage Hands earlier today had been nice they were nothing compared to the firm feel of your husband inside you. “Gods you’re so hard….”

“You’re not the only one in need, my love.”

He began to thrust. Slow and deep inside you. Sweet words of how much he missed you this week fall from that skilled tongue. You reciprocate his feelings but are too tightly wound to respond. So you just babble.

His thrusting increases and you feel like you’re on the edge of a great void. Been on the edge of some great void. Yet you can’t jump off of it. You reach of Gale’s ring still on your finger from he behind his head, your legs and arms wrapped tight around his back, and start to rub. A cry came out of your mouth as it was more intense than before, but you were surprised to hear Gale cry out as well.

“Hells…I can feel it….” His hip movements become erratic as he thrust deeper and faster into you. Seeming to want to get closer to the sensation. “I never expected….this is an unexpected turn of events….Oh Gods…is this what it’s been like for you?”

You want to tell him yes but you’re too lost in ecstasy to say anything coherent. The magic from Gale’s ring teasing your clit. His hard cock plunging into your body. Hands on your breasts and body so much so that you wonder if he had in fact called Mage Hands back into play. Still you were just on that precipice. Until you toppled over it not with a step but violent push. Your body & mind racked with waves of pleasure that batter you like a ship as your hands cling to the bedding to make sure you weren’t swept away in its current.

Gale continues until you fall back to the bed like jelly, and he collapses on top of you. Clearly having splendidly finished as well.

After a moment to catch your breath, Gale rolled over beside you to his side. Then with a tired, limp hand he reached over to remove his ring. Placing it safely on the nightstand where it wouldn’t be bumped and cause anymore trouble. “That was amazing.”

“It certainly was.” You agree as you curl up beside him.

“You were amazing. I had no idea when I created this that it would…well…be so…” It was amusing to watch Gale stumble over his words on the topic. Like he hadn’t just aggressively fucked you into the mattress like a mad man. Like he hadn’t come up with the idea for his ring all on his own. “Well I think the word ‘stimulating’ was used earlier, and that certainly hit the spot.”

“You certainly did.”

You giggle at Gale’s flustered expression. Still finding the shift from Gale 30 seconds ago to now utterly amusing. And in all honesty, incredibly hot. You lean up to give him a kiss before your tired bones give out and call you back to the bed. “Let’s get some sleep. We can certainly do more ‘experimenting’ tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Gale doesn’t respond. But you can see the grin out of the corner of your eye before the close with desire for sleep. He lifted his hand and waved it in the air. A blanket carefully draping over you to magically tuck you in. Magic was certainly helpful for so many things.

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muffinman1st · 15 days ago

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Ribbun Week: Day five (Tragedy (Angst))

Link to Ao3 post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61210300

Ragatha sighed as she stood in front of the door. She wanted to help but they refused it at every turn.

“Jax please come out.” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“No.” His short reply was muffled by the digital wooden door.

She knew how he felt but what Jax was doing wasn’t healthy, it was only a matter of time before the unthinkable happened to him if he continued to isolate himself.

“Please, Jax. We know you didn’t mean for this to happen but there’s no changing the past.” She tried to reason with him.

“What would you know!” His shout was much clearer, probably standing.

“I know you want to take back what you did but all you can do now is try to be better. Would she want you to be miserable like this?” She probably shouldn’t try to guilt him like this but she didn’t know what else to do.

“You know how I treated her, she probably wished I abstracted years ago. Who could blame her.” Jax started, angry before ending in a self-deprecating tone.

Ragatha didn’t want to admit it, especially with how Jax was now, but he was probably right. All those years of worse and worse pranks would make someone like ‘her’ wish for it to stop as well. But, reflection and guilt could be saved for when everyone wasn’t worried he’d abstract and remain trapped in there until Caine sentenced him to the cellar.

Well, not everyone worried about him. Zooble has made it clear she wishes that would happen while Pomni, still being new, didn’t know what to think. Then Kinger, poor Kinger, still asks every once and a while where ‘she’ is.

“We’re about to have dinner, I’ll save you a spot if you decide to join us.” Ragatha ended, knowing it wasn’t likely her offer would be taken up.

She waited for a reply but when none came she shook her head and walked away. Away from the door with the picture of a happy mask with a large red X over it.

Jax stared at the door as he heard the soft echoes of Ragatha walking away. He turned around and saw himself in the large full-body mirror.

His appearance hadn’t changed, his digital body never showing the toll his mind had been taking. The only identifiable change was his eyes and frown, small but noticeable.

He went back to the bed, flopping onto the velvet red sheets and papers spread around. Each one depicted another drawing of the cast member, but each one of himself was scratched out. He looked them over again as he wallowed and curled up.

He missed Ribbons.

#ribbunweek2024 #ribbun #jax x gangle #gangle #tadc gangle #jax #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc zooble #tadc pomni #tadc kinger #angst #jax angst #abstraction #fanfic #ao3 #the amazing digital circus

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in1-nutshell · 1 month ago

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Hi, can I request a continuation of Wasp's twin who took his place?

Maybe something about the team Prime getting worried over Buddy rarely leaving her room? And when she does she just sits in a corner and hugs her knees?

Buddy is also scared of going outside the base, because what if the Elite Guard comes to earth and found her? She will get thrown to the stockade again!

Optimus is like, "i'm not a doctor, but i'm pretty sure this isn't good for her".

And ratchet is like, "i'm a doctor and I can comfirm this is not healty for her, we need to make her come out of her room more as soon as possible".

And then Bulkhead is like, "oh, I know how!", and takes out his art.

He shows his art to Buddy which draws her attention a lot.

Maybe that's how Buddy gets into pottery and knitting, Bulkhead inspired her!

(I'm sending this twice incase it disappears from the inbox)

I'm giving Wasp's twin sister a name! Look for it in the link for established Buddy names!

Hope you enjoy!

Wasp's Twin Sister finds a hobby

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Cybertronian reader

TFA

Ever since the news of the Elite Guard potentially making a stop on Earth happened, the team had noticed their newest member, Vespa, had been a bit closed off.

No, that was an understatement.

Vespa was either always in her habsuite or sprinting across the Plant to get something and go straight back to her habsuite.

Bumblebee tried once to make her stop during one of her sprints.

Bumblebee has Vespa grabbed by the waist. Bumblebee: “Gotcha!” Vespa lets out an unearthly shriek before biting on his servo. Bumblebee: “OW!” Vespa zooms back into her habsuite. Bumblebee is on the floor groaning at the bite marks on his servo. Bulkhead: “That looks like it hurt.” Bumblebee: “You think!”

Yeah, the yellow scout stopped trying to stop her after that.

Soon enough Optimus called in for a mini meeting to discuss Vespa’s situation.

He was no medic, but he knew that what she was doing definitely wasn’t healthy.

Ratchet backed him up, as a doctor, this indeed wasn’t healthy behavior at all.

They had tried to ask what was wrong in the past, but so far nothing has worked.

Optimus had tried to lure Vespa out with a chat, but she just politely patted his pede and left.

Ratchet tried to get her to talk with a medical examine… too bad she knew that she wasn’t scheduled for another physical exam yet.

Prowl tried to get her to go to the park, but that was immediately shot down when she sprinted the other way.

Bumblebee tried to get Vespa to sit down for a movie marathon, but it turns out the yellow bot still didn’t know what types of movies she liked watching yet.

Team Prime were grasping straws, trying to think of any other way to get Vespa to talk to them.

They had tried everything!

Expect…

Sari carefully knocked on Vespa’s door. Sari: “Vespa? Its Sari.” Nothing. Sari: “I’m not feeling good and could really use a friend—EEK!” Sari nearly had whiplash from how fast Vespa’s servo shot out and grabbed her into the habsuite. The bots hiding not too far from the door blinked. Prowl: “I don’t think I’ve seen a bots servo move that quickly…”

It took a couple minutes before Sari would emerge from the habsuite wearing a worried look on her face.

She relayed back that Vespa was worried about the Elite Guard showing up outside the Plant, waiting to snatch her up and bring her back to the stockades.

Oh… that explained a bit…

As the others were trying to think of ways to reassure Vespa that the Guard was not here, Bulkhead suddenly had an idea.

Bulkhead knocks on Vespa’s door. Vespa opens it a bit. Vespa: “Bulk?” Bulkhead: “Can we paint together?” Vespa opens the door a bit more with a confused expression. Vespa: “What ‘paint’ Bulk?” Bulkhead offers his servo to her. Bulkhead: “C’mon I’ll show you! And if you don’t like painting, I’m sure I can find you some other art we can get you to do.” Vespa looked around hesitantly. Bulkhead’s optics soften gently patting her helm. Bulkhead: “No one’s gonna hurt ya little buddy. It’ll just be me and you.” After a minute Vespa gives him a small smile and takes his servo.

Bulkhead makes it very clear to the others for his idea to work, it just needed to be him and Vespa alone.

Given the limited number of ideas, they let him continue.

After about an hour Bulkhead came back to the main room followed closely by Vespa.

She sill looked nervous, but a bit more relaxed.

The smaller bot was covered with wet and dry splotches of clay and paint.

In her servos she proudly presented her greatest creation.

A human sized mug and gifted it to Sari.

It had an atrocious orange and pink coloring, but Sari didn’t dare try and put the bots spirits down.

This made the bot beam with pride, something the team had never seen before.

The smile suited her.

After that day, Bulkhead was slowly trying to get Vespa to start creating things with the pottery set whenever she felt extremely nervous or scared, and it seemed to be working.

It was a bit of a pain to scrap off the bits of dried and cracked clay from off her armor, but she had to admit it the activity did make her calmer, and she could make gifts for her new friends!

Team Prime swore to take in every one of Vespa’s sculptures no matter how weird looking or horrendous coloring it had.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x platonic reader #tfa x reader #vespa

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 1 year ago

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I love taming you

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 15.2k

Summary: It had been a few weeks since your girlfriend discovered your notebook and found out how badly you wanted to be under her control. But being an impatient girl makes it hard for you to follow her rules. So she just has to teach you. No matter how long it takes her. This is a continuation of "Unspoken desires" (i'll leave a link for that fic below), but can be read separately. It explores a lot of different aspects of anal play, which is something that I have wanted to write about for a while. After a conversation with a friend of mine, it really inspired me to write this fic and I hope all of you will enjoy it.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, edging, denial, orgasm control, teasing, oral, fingering, finger sucking, anal play, anal fingering, use of butt plug, strap-on use, semi-public sex, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

Masterlist with all my works. "Unspoken desires''

It had been a couple of weeks since your girlfriend first discovered your notebook, filled with your secret fantasies, and despite your expectations, things had gotten even better. Wanda gave you everything you wanted and so much more. The story was just the beginning and it unlocked something inside her. Something she kept hidden all this time, but was so happy to finally share with you.

What she didn’t know is that it unleashed something inside you too. Suddenly, her touch was everything you thought about, evenings with her were everything you looked forward to, each scorching night of passion making you crave more and more. All her fiery touches, her passionate kisses, all the orgasms she brought you couldn’t quell this thirst inside you. You were insatiable.

That never-ending need, despite your best efforts, was exactly how you ended up in your office, with the blinds drawn and the door closed, while you touched yourself, seated behind your desk. You had been thinking of Wanda, of the way she had you on all fours last night, as she stuffed your pussy full of her strap and her cum and it left you so hungry for release that you couldn’t help yourself. You tried, of course, you argued with yourself that it was dangerous and foolish, that you might get caught, that it would disappoint your girlfriend, who gave you very clear instructions to never touch what’s hers… And your pussy was definitely hers. But no amount of shame or danger, not even the fear of Wanda’s wrath could stop you from unbuttoning your pants and pulling down the zipper, your hand sneaking under the waistband of your panties, so you could finally relieve the tension that you felt building since the moment you left your house.

It was quick, it was meant to be, just the tips of your fingers drawing circles over your clit, while the thoughts of Wanda filled your mind and turned the sparks of arousal into flames. It was nothing more than relief and as you came, stifling a small moan of pleasure, you hardly thought it would mean anything. You wouldn’t even tell her. Wanda didn’t need to know that despite the fact that she fucked you every night, you were such a needy slut that you couldn’t help yourself, even at work.

With that settled, you went back to your tasks, soon forgetting of the little incident and only remembering it briefly when you felt the wetness that now soaked your panties. Ugh, today was going to be a long day. But you’d be home to your girlfriend very soon and the thought of that gave you something to look forward to.

When the day was finally over and you walked into your home, you were greeted by the smell of freshly cooked pasta and the sight of Wanda setting the table. She wore your favourite pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt, yet you couldn’t help but think that she was gorgeous and rush into her embrace.

“Hi, my darling.” She smiled sweetly, one of her hands resting softly between your shoulder blades, while the other pulled you by the waist so she could get you even closer. “Seems like someone missed me today.” She noted, when you hid your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and refusing to let her go.

“I really did.” You managed to admit, nuzzling into her even more, before you finally let her go.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” She said, picking you up, before you could even realize what she was doing, and placing you on the counter, so she could stand between your open legs. “I missed you so much, that I’m thinking… Maybe I’ll let you have dessert before dinner.” She suggested, placing kisses on your neck and collarbones, innuendo dripping from her every word and lighting another fire at the pit of your stomach.

“That sounds amazing!” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips, while her hands roamed.

She pulled off your shirt first, tossing it aside, not even bothering with the buttons. She kissed her way down your body and your bra was next, just as easily discarded, in favour of her hands massaging your breasts. She kissed them softly, quickly making her way down. Your pants were her next target, so she could have you bare in front of her and you happily obliged, lifting yourself off the counter, so she could get rid of them. Wanda dragged down your panties in the same motion, wanting to be able to see you, to feel you with no barriers and the sight she was met with did not disappoint.

You were wet, soaked even and she barely did anything to earn it, making pride swell in her chest at being able to affect you so much.

“God, look at you!” She sighed, pulling you in another heated kiss and slipping her hand between your bodies, so she could run her fingers through your pussy and stroke your clit softly. “So wet for me already. I’ve barely touched you.” She mused.

She hadn’t really thought anything of it, she was elated to have you so needy for her, but the way your body tensed at her words made her pull away, her inquisitive, green eyes studying you curiously.

In all fairness, she probably would have let it go, not really thinking anything of it, but your guilty mind worked itself into a frenzy. Could she tell? Did she know? Would she find it in your mind? How does one hide such a thing from a telepathic witch?

Trying to stay calm, you only pulled her towards you, silently asking her permission for a kiss and she let you, exploring your mouth in slow, deep kisses, while she thought, her fingers finding their way between your folds again and gathering the slick there.

“Have you been naughty my darling?” She asked, when she pulled away, smirking knowingly. “Have you been thinking of Mommy today, hm?” Her voice was soft, her eyes still sparkling with amusement and pride as she continued to play with you, waiting for your answer.

“I didn’t mean to, Mommy…” You tried to defend, her expression helping you calm down from your panic. “I was just feeling so needy and I couldn’t help myself.” You practically whined, but Wanda only smiled more, her fingers focusing on your clit and providing some real stimulation against it.

“Yeah? You needed Mommy to make you feel good?” She asked with fake pity in her voice, her fingers moving lower and teasing your entrance.

“Yes, needed you. My fingers couldn’t make me feel the way you do.” You uttered, your head falling back in anticipation.

To your horror, her hand retracted, her expression turning cold and growing angrier, the more she realized that the two of you had been speaking of different things. She thought you were thinking of her, fantasizing about her… Not touching yourself. And the more she studied your face, the panic and guilt written all over it, the more she realized it was true and it made her blood boil. Hadn’t she made herself clear? Had you forgotten that she was the only one allowed to touch your desperate little pussy?

“When?” She almost growled with annoyance, stepping between your legs again and making you face her.

“During my lunch break.” You barely murmured trying to look away, but she stopped you, a hand taking hold of your chin and forcing you to look her in the eye. “Foolish girl… Do I not give you enough, huh?” She asked through gritted teeth. “No, Wanda, of course…” “That’s not my name.” She cut you off. “Try that again.” “No, Mommy… You give me more than enough.” You tried to plead with her, but it was in vain. Your fate was already sealed. “So why?” She asked, seething. “You really couldn’t wait a few more hours? Or did I leave you needy this morning?” Her head tilted, her eyes narrowing in search of an answer that never came. “I think… You’re just impatient.” She decided, reigning in her anger at your transgression. “But don’t worry… Mommy will teach you.” She promised with new determination. “Now, hop off and put your clothes back on. You’ll get your punishment soon enough, but we’ll have dinner first.” She announced unceremoniously, helping you get off the counter and watching you dress yourself.

While you pulled your panties back on, you winced a little at the wet material, but had the good sense not to say anything, especially after the glare you got in return.

The dinner went just as silently. You tried to compliment her food and to thank her for making you dinner, but her monotone response was clear enough to stop you from trying to press further, so you just ate your food.

After helping her clean up, she had calmed a little and she even pulled you closer to her body again, removing a strand of hair from your face and stroking your cheek gently with her thumb to help you feel more at ease.

“You know why Mommy has to punish you, right baby?” Her gentle tone, almost startled you, her kind expression a stark contrast to her dark intentions towards you. “You need to learn to be patient.” She explained with a soft smile. “I won’t do it again, Mommy.” You tried to plead your case, but her smile only grew. “Let’s go upstairs, honey.” She said, guiding you upstairs, instead of addressing your little plea.

When you entered the bedroom, she had you take off her clothes, helping you strip her of everything she wore, before she made you undress as well, her piercing gaze zeroing in on the way your wetness stuck to the material of your panties as you pulled them off. You were drenched.

“I’m curious, darling… What do you think you deserve for touching what’s mine? What do you think I’ll do to you that’s gotten you even more excited?” She asked with a smirk. “I don’t know, Mommy.” “That’s a lie.” She chuckled darkly. “Try again.” “I… I think you’ll spank me.” You eventually admitted, stumbling over your words and your eyes falling to the floor.

Despite her disappointment in you, Wanda stepped closer, capturing your face with her hand and guiding you to look up at her. She kissed you gently, but fully, her eyes full of love and adoration for you as she guided you towards the bed and sat at the edge of it. She ran a single finger through your wetness, pulling a solitary moan from you, before she retracted, licking the digit clean and savouring your taste.

“The thought of getting spanked had you leaking like this?” She asked with a raised brow, not really expecting an answer from you. “Come lie across my lap, sweetheart. Let’s see how wet this cute little pussy will get, when I actually give you that spanking.” She patted her lap, signalling for you to do as you’re told.

You did without protest, trying to look back at her, once you had settled, but she quickly made you face the headboard.

“Eyes front, dear.” She reminded a little more sternly. “And try not to enjoy yourself too much.” She added with a light tone, her hand already kneading the flesh of your cheeks.

The first slap that landed on your ass was actually very soft. It had startled you, more than anything else, causing you to stiffen a little and making Wanda chuckle behind you. The next had a little more force behind it, making you moan as it reverberated within you. The third was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure and it pulled a needy whine from you, as you tried to hide just how much you enjoyed it, but it was already too late.

Wanda had been waiting for that exact reaction and she took a small break from your spanking to spread your cheeks and trace your entrance with her fingers. You were just as wet and growing wetter by the minute and she used this moment to tease you, before she returned to your spanking.

She switched between her merciless teasing and your “punishment”, knowing full well that this was actually indulging you, rather than teaching you a lesson, but she knew that it will serve its purpose too. She kept it up, until your cheeks had grown pink and you had started to chant her chosen title, while you bucked against her teasing fingers and your wetness had started to smear across her thighs as well. God, you looked so fuckable like this.

“I think that’s enough for now, little kitten.” She rasped, while her fingers retracted and she watched you fight the urge to buck against her thighs next, desperate for any stimulation. “Go lie down.” She suggested, helping you get to your feet and watching you climb on the bed and settle against the pillows. “How are you feeling?” “I’m ok, Mommy.” You responded cutely, actually looking relaxed, your eyes closing in satisfaction. “A little horny.” You added, very aware of the way your pussy dripped. “Oh, I bet you are.” She chuckled. “You should see what you did to me.” She added, moving closer and straddling your body. “I also think you should make it up to me.” She purred, leaning in for a quick kiss, before she moved higher, quickly putting each of her legs on either side of your face, her slick folds on display. “Do you see that, honey?’’ She asked, running her fingers through her wetness and spreading her pussy lips, so you can see her better. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you touch me, every time I look at you, when I think of you, I get this craving: to have your tongue, your fingers, your strap inside me. I get just as needy as you do, sweet girl. But Mommy always waits for you. I hope after today you’ll learn to wait for me too.”

Before you got a chance to say something more, Wanda’s fingers were already lacing with your hair, pulling you towards her pussy and putting you right where she needs you. Not that you had any complaints. She had the most beautiful pussy you’ve ever seen and, just thinking about getting to taste her had your mouth water, especially with the little display she put on just for you.

Your tongue lapped at her happily, swirling at her entrance and gathering all her wetness, before you moved on to her clit. The taste and smell of her took over your senses and you let yourself indulge in them as much as you could, until the hand in your hair tightened its grip, reminding you to focus and give her what she wants.

When even that wasn’t enough, Wanda took matters into her own hands, her hips moving rhythmically against you, grinding her pussy in your open mouth, taking as much pleasure as she could from you. God, she was gorgeous like this. Head thrown back, her hair falling down her back in heavy waves, as she rode your mouth for all its worth. You could hear her soft words of praise and adoration from above you, getting more and more incoherent as she drove herself closer to her orgasm and you loved it.

Eager to please, you had your hands on her thighs and cupping her ass, massaging it and helping her grind more against you as her movements got sloppier and more desperate. She was so close, you could feel it, her moans growing louder and more desperate, the closer she got. And just as soon as you swirled your tongue on her clit again, her thighs clenched, making her lean forward and support herself on the headboard with her free hand.

“Yes, right there, baby!” She mewled, her grip tightening, in fear that you’ll move away. “So good…” She gasped as she reached her peak and her body stilled, allowing you to take over and bring her over the edge.

It happened quickly, her hand holding you tightly right where she needed you, as her legs shook, barely keeping her upright as she moaned out your name. It was glorious and oh so satisfying, to have you pinned underneath her as she came all over your face. Your tongue felt divine as it lapped at her, prolonging her orgasm and making her see stars. But it wasn’t enough. As much as she enjoyed it, her body alight with sensations, she needed more.

Wanda rolled to the side, before her legs decided to give out entirely and she pulled you on top of her for a brief kiss, before she was pushing against your shoulders, having you move down her body and back between her legs where you belonged. Her hands tangled with your hair once more to keep you in place and she let you eat her out, until she reached a second orgasm for the night with a strangled scream.

Fuck, this was turning her on. She felt strangely invigorated by the whole situation, knowing that you were needy, that she’ll deny you in just a while, that you’re seconds away from grinding into the mattress, just to get some relief for yourself. It was driving her wild, just thinking about it. She wanted to truly ruin you, show you how much better it is to share this with her, rather than hide, with your hand in your pants.

When she was done using your mouth, Wanda pulled you up and wrestled you, until you landed on your back, pinning you with her body in seconds and smirking down at you.

“See what you were missing, while you were touching yourself?” She asked with a grin. “If you were good, I would have been fucking you into oblivion right now.’’ She said as her eyes devoured your naked form, her hands gripping your thighs possessively. “Instead, I’ll use you like a toy.”

With a flick of her wrist, you were surrounded by magic and as you started to look around, you realized you had a strap on around your waist, proudly standing at attention and a very smug witch looking down at you.

“Look at that! So fucking big.” She admired the toy, using her hand to stroke it suggestively. “If you had been good, you would have felt every inch of it slide inside me. Now you’ll just watch me ride it.” She growled as she straddled your hips and positioned it against her entrance. “Mommy, please, I won’t do it again.” You begged pitifully, quickly realizing that she had no intention of letting you cum today. “And if you don’t, Mommy won’t have to do this to you again.” She explained with a stern tone as she slowly started to sink down on the silicone dildo. “Please, Mommy, just one. I’ll be so good, I promise.” You tried again, your voice high pitched and your eyes pleading. “Oh, honey… You wanna be good? Then take it.” She cut off your request. “You’re lucky that this is the only punishment you’re getting. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” She threatened, feeling the toy stretch her walls and filling her up deliciously.

Whatever else protests you might have had fell on deaf ears after that, Wanda entirely consumed by the pleasure. She couldn’t tell what was going on with her, she just knew that she was craving this so badly. The constant hum of arousal seemed to only grow and she couldn’t help herself but bounce on the toy with abandon as you lay beneath her and stared in awe.

“Fuck, so good!” She muttered, her eyes closing in delight, when she found the best angle.

Her breasts were bouncing in front of you, perky nipples begging to be touched and teased and your hands reached up on instinct, massaging the mounds, before you started to roll her nipples between your fingers, pulling more gasps and happy sighs from Wanda’s lips.

“Yes, baby, use those talented hands of yours. Touch me.” She encouraged, never breaking her pace. “Show Mommy how you touched yourself today. Show me what you do to your pussy.” She panted, growing breathless as she got herself closer.

Feeling bold and wanting to not only impress her, but have her fall over the edge, you used your best moves on her, your hand reaching between your bodies, your index and ring finger spreading her pussy lips open, while your middle finger found her clit and started to make small circles on it that had her hips bucking into your hand.

“Oh my…” She gasped, her movements stuttering a little at the new sensation. “Yes, keep going!”

With the way she was reacting, there was no way you’d stop, you thought to yourself, your free hand reaching up and taking hold of her waist to keep her steady. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, while you chased her orgasm just as much as she was, wanting to see her fall apart for you. You loved it when she got like this, when she only had pleasure on her mind, when she couldn’t get enough of you, even when she was sensitive and probably working herself into an overstimulating orgasm.

Overstimulated is how Wanda felt, she knew she would, from the moment she straddled your hips, but she didn’t care. In fact, it was spurring her on even more, her body shaking the closer she got. And with your skilled fingers working her over, she wouldn’t take long at all. She needed a few more thrusts, a few of those delicious circles on her clit and she was right at the edge, a throaty moan rumbling out, her walls gripping the toy tightly as she fell apart around it.

You tried to drag out her orgasm as much as you could, watching her body go through the almost painful pleasure. You thought she’d be a wreck, but she looked content, sighing happily as the last jolts of pleasure passed through her and she leaned down, allowing more of her weight to rest on you as she claimed your lips in a sweet kiss.

She held the position for a few minutes, wanting to feel full as she stole kisses and whispered praises in your ears, telling you how good you made her feel. She would sometimes grind down against the strap absent-mindedly, enjoying the little waves of pleasure that passed through her, even though she had no intention of going any further than that.

When she eventually pulled away, a wave of her hand removing the strap from around your waist, she nuzzled herself against you, sighing happily. Her hands were easily gliding over you, sending shivers through you and she smirked knowingly, but couldn’t stop herself from making her point one last time.

“How are you feeling, my love?” She asked gently. “Really horny.” You managed a response, your throat dry. “Good. Remember that feeling the next time you try to touch what’s mine.” She said with a note of finality.

* * *

The next morning you woke up with the memory of Wanda’s lesson and a fresh wave of wetness that was already smeared over your pussy and underwear and you groaned. This was ging to be a long day. Even though she bathed with you last night and made sure to help you calm down, showering you with affection, you started your day already sticky and desperate for her touch and you hurried to take a cold shower, before you joined her for breakfast.

She was kind enough not to tease you, offering you some pancakes and coffee, while the two of you spoke about what your day would look like, trying to make plans for the evening and you were grateful for the distraction. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her, you would have had your hand under your skirt before you left for work, but you wanted to be good for her. You craved to be called her good girl and to have her hands on your body, to have her skilled fingers inside you, to have her mouth on you… Damn, you were getting lost in your fantasy of her and it was barely morning.

As the day moved on, you felt your resolve break down, moment by moment, one frustration at a time, one fantasy after another. Your co-workers were driving you crazy today, always needing your help and barely leaving you any time to look after your own tasks, and when you did have time, the moment you would sit down and try to work, all you could think about was sex. It was maddening, really. How much you ended up needing it. What’s worse is that you kept remembering how easy it was to do it yesterday, or how much better it had made you feel. Everyone was clueless about it too. Well, everyone except Wanda. But you wouldn’t make the same mistake this time, right? You’ll be more careful. No… This was a bad idea. You should just work.

But the more time passed, the more the idea of it gnawed at you. It would be so easy… By the time lunch roller around, you were desperate, on edge and ready to do anything for just a little relief. So without much thought, you headed to your office, passing by Alice at the door and exchanging quick pleasantries, before you found yourself closing the door.

~ ~ ~

Wanda had a much different day. Things were calm and she was feeling positive and even cheerful, something she even got a few teasing remarks about, which would have made her irritable on any other occasion.

As lunch came about, she thought that perhaps she should share some of those good vibes with you. She thought that leaving you wanting, as much as you deserved it, had served its purpose, so she decided to surprise you, maybe even give you a better office sex experience, than touching yourself, like you had done yesterday.

Yes, the thought was rather exciting. She could picture you already, perched up on your desk, your legs spread wide open, while she ate you out. Or her fingers in your mouth, to muffle all your delicious moans, while she made you bonce on her strap…

With that in mind, she made her way to your office building, carrying a box of take out, so she could use it as an excuse to see you. Just sharing a meal with her girlfriend. With that, she walked in, greeting the receptionist, who was used to seeing her by now and went straight to your floor of the building. She headed straight for your door, but was met by a woman, who almost cut her off, trying to talk to her.

“Hi, Wanda! Nice to see you again.” She smiled politely. “I’m Alice. We met a few months ago.” The woman explained, offering her hand for Wanda to take. “Yes, of course, Alice!” Wanda pretended to remember the woman, who looked only vaguely familiar. “How are you?” She asked, shaking the woman’s hand and trying not to dismiss her. “I’m good.” Alice replied with another brief smile. “Are you looking for Y/N? She went into her office a few minutes ago. She looked stressed.” She explained and Wanda nodded along, but her head was already elsewhere.

You were already in the perfect place and Wanda talked a little more with the woman, before watching her walk away. Wanda knocked on your door briefly, not even waiting for you to respond, before she was making her way inside. Her knock had startled you, but you had the good sense to pull your hand away from your panties and to try and straighten yourself, while you watched the familiar figure of your girlfriend walk into your office.

“Hi, baby!” You smiled, not really expecting the woman and almost cursing internally for the interruption. God, you really needed to cum. “Hi, sweetheart. I brought you lunch.” Wanda grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she walked closer, dropping the box of food on the far edge of your desk, before she made her way to your chair and straddled you. “Why do I have the feeling that you’re not here for lunch?” You responded with a cheeky grin of your own, your hands wrapping around her and pulling her even closer. Perhaps this interruption wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. “Why else would I be here?” Wanda pretended to think, her hands playing with the buttons of your shirt provocatively. “You tell me.” You challenged, trying to stay calm as she teased you. “Well, I heard you’ve been stressed and I wanted to help.” She shrugged coyly.

But instead of wasting more time, Wanda just kissed you, popping a couple of buttons, so she’d get access to your breasts, her hands massaging them softly through your bra. She slid down from your lap, easily falling to her knees and half-way under your desk, spreading your legs, so she could have what she really came for.

Your smell drove her crazy and she wasted no time in pulling your underwear aside, so she could run her tongue through your folds, moaning slightly at your taste. You were perfect, already needy, as she knew you would be and practically begging her to fuck you.

Knowing that anyone could walk in here, just as she had done, Wanda dove right in, wanting to make you feel good. She used her fingers to tease at your entrance, while her lips wrapped around your clit, drawing circles, knowing just how you liked to cum and she watched you lean back in pure satisfaction. She felt so much better than your hand and you thanked whatever goddess had brought her to you, right when you needed her most.

The exposed, public space only added to the thrill of it all and you braced yourself on the armrests, fingers digging into the leather as you started to feel your orgasm build. It was heavenly and you were just starting to relax, believing that you’ll even get to finish this time, when another knock was heard on the other end of your door.

You stiffened, your reaction making Wanda pause as well, while she looked at you with a puzzled expression. You were starting to panic, not knowing if you should ask the person to come in, or leave, but they knocked again and you quickly buttoned up your shirt, inviting them in.

“Y/N, sorry to interrupt your lunch, but can you take a quick look…” Alice started to speak, as she entered, before cutting herself off, looking around the office puzzled. “Hey, didn’t Wanda find you? She wanted to have lunch with you.” She said, a little confused and allowing you to release the breath you were holding.

You had thought that she perhaps saw something she shouldn’t, or suspected something, but the woman looked genuinely clueless.

“Ugh… Yeah… She went to the bathroom.” You stuttered out, looking around the room, but at least your lie was believable. “Oh, yeah, or course.” Alice smiled, walking closer to your desk and leaving a stack of papers on it. “Look, I know that you’re a huge supporter of the paperless initiative, but I had to print these. Can you take a look for me? Something doesn’t look right.” She asked, sitting on the chair on the opposite end of your desk.

Right underneath it, Wanda was getting increasingly bored, by the dull office conversation and she decided to give you the proper motivation to get rid of your co-worker as quickly as possible. With a sly smirk, she pulled your legs apart once more, finding her rightful place between them and pulling your panties to the side once more, so she could have access to your sweet pussy. How lucky for her that you had a skirt on today, she thought as she started to kiss your thighs, wanting to give you at least some warning, before, she dove back in.

In your spot, you could only squirm once more, taking the thick binder from your desk and looking at the million reports that Alice had printed out and compiled. This was hours of work, if not more…

“These all have mistakes in them?” You asked with a baffled expression, trying to sit still in your chair, while Wanda’s lips got closer to your pussy. “Well, not all, but some, because I’m getting some strange results…” She alluded with a confused expression.

Her response had you almost screaming, but you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself. Something you found almost impossible, when Wanda started to take, slow steady licks against your pussy again and despite how much you wanted that, you reached a hand underneath your desk, your fingers pressing on her lips and pausing her movements.

“Can we talk about this after lunch?” You looked at Alice, trying to be as neutral as possible in this situation. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled, waiting for you to say something more, but finding the silence awkward and rushing to leave. “Well, I’ll see you after lunch!” She said at the door, actually waving, before she closed it behind you and you sighed in relief as you pulled away from your desk, giving Wanda more space.

You expected your girlfriend to be happy, expecting that she’d be eager to go back to your activities, but her eyes were suspicious and dark, all the lightness in her features somehow gone, leaving you confused as to what caused it.

Wanda got up from her spot, fixing you with a glare as she took your hand in hers, bringing it up to her face and inhaling deeply and the action alone had you stiffen. She didn’t have to say a single word for you to know what she suspected, or for you to realize that she’ll come to a very unfortunate conclusion.

“So last night wasn’t enough, was it?” She asked with a deep frown on her face. “Wanda, I was just so stressed and last night you wouldn’t touch me and…” You tried to defend yourself, but it was useless. “You know that if you didn’t touch what’s mine, I wouldn’t have left you needy, baby.” Wanda explained calmly. “And if you had waited just a few minutes more, you would have been cumming in my mouth right now.” She stated simply. “But you’re just so impatient. You couldn’t help yourself, could you, darling?” She asked, as a cruel smile started to form on her face. “When that pretty pussy starts to leak, you just forget yourself, don’t you?” She teased, coming closer to you once more and dropping to her knees in front of you.

She spread your legs with a grin, her smile growing bigger as soon as she saw the mess in your panties. The visible wet spot on them was too hard to ignore and she teased a finger over it as she looked up at your confused face. You looked so cute like that. You could tell that she had something in mind, that she wouldn’t just give in and make you cum, but you couldn’t figure out how she’ll torture you just yet and the needy, hopeful, yet cautious expression you had on, was just precious.

She was almost too gentle as she continued to run her fingers over your covered pussy, spreading your wetness even more, making sure to soak through the material, knowing that you’ll have to spend the whole day like this. She wanted the constant wetness to remind you of how much fun you could have had, if you hadn’t been so impatient.

To drive her point home, Wanda spent the majority of your remaining lunch break edging you. When your panties were thoroughly ruined, she pulled them to the side once more and she happily lapped at your clit, drawing slow circles over it, as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

She made sure to keep her eyes on you as she did it, wanting to remember each whine from frustration, each strangled moan, every small movement that you made, while you writhed underneath her, begging her to let you cum. Truly, you were beautiful like this and if it wasn’t for her limited time, she would have spent hours doing just this. When she only had a few minutes left, she finally pulled out of you and put your panties where they were, the cold wetness of the material causing you to flinch slightly.

“Oh God, Wanda, please don’t leave me like that.” You begged, as you watched her get up from the floor and straighten herself up. “Ugh, you are so delicious, honey.” She said as she licked her fingers clean playfully. “Speaking of delicious, the take-out I brought for lunch should be amazing. We should eat before it gets cold.” She said happily, cutting off any protests you might have had about the situation and sitting across from you, so the two of you could eat.

You groaned in frustration, but tried not to say anything, hoping to win her good favour.

The take-out ended up being really good, just as she had promised and she tried to distract you and let you calm down, before it was time for her to leave and get on with her day.

When you watched her leave your office with a final kiss to your lips and way too much sway in her hips, you leaned back in your chair, groaning, when your eyes landed on the massive folder Alice had brought you. The woman was crazy if she thought that you’ll do her work for her, you thought to yourself and you tried to pull yourself together, while you called her in your office, preparing for yet another long day.

Surprisingly, you managed to get home early that day. Perhaps it was the frustration, or maybe it was your eagerness to see Wanda again, but you clocked out as soon as your work time was over and you rushed through the door, happy to find your girlfriend already waiting for you.

She smirked knowingly, when she watched you take a shower just as soon as you were done hugging her, happy to be rid of your stuffy work suit and wet panties, but she said nothing.

The two of you started to work on dinner together, talking about your days and things you needed for the house, making a grocery list as you went through the fridge. Afternoons and evening with your girlfriend were always your favourite time of the day.

When dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned up, movie night long behind you, you found yourself being dragged into your bedroom, your comfy home clothes pulled from your body, to leave you bare in front of Wanda’s hungry gaze.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” She said seductively, as she pulled you closer to her body and helped you undress her with your shaky hands. “Unlike you, my darling, I’ve been very patient.” She pointed out, reminding you of your earlier transgression. “And I want my reward.” She stated bluntly, walking backwards towards the bed and pulling you with her, when she allowed herself to fall on the soft mattress. “It would be my pleasure.” You smirked, loving the chance to be able to please her.

Wanda had you between her legs in no time. She held your hand, while your tongue traced delicious circles and figure-eights on her clit, fingers interlaced together as she enjoyed the pleasure that built and grew within her. Fuck, you were so good with your mouth and so happy to take your time with it too. You savoured her taste, dipping your tongue inside her, lapping up all her juices, before you went back to her clit and she loved it. Loved that you didn’t rush her at all.

When she couldn’t wait a second longer, her free hand grabbed at your hair, pulling you where she wanted you most, incoherent praises falling from her lips as she got closer to her edge.

“More, baby. Yes!” She moaned, when you found the perfect spot, her back arching and her head falling back in delight.

As she finally came with a strangled cry, she pulled you even closer, cutting off your air, as she writhed in pleasure, but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted her to feel good. And she really did. All the built up tension from the day, all the excitement, all the wonderful things you were doing to her, finally culminated in one long, mind-blowing orgasm and she screamed as she rode it out on your tongue, refusing to let you go, until it became too much for her to handle.

As soon as you pulled away from her pussy, Wanda knew that this wasn’t going to be enough. She’s not quite sure why, but every time she denies you, her body starts to feel on fire. And she had every intention of denying you tonight. She didn’t want to be cruel to you, she loved making you cum more than you could ever know, but she wasn’t going to let you think that you can go around breaking her rules. Your pussy was off limits to anyone but her and she was going to teach you that lesson. She was going to edge and deny you, until you learned. And there was no harm in indulging herself while she did it, right? And she knew just how to rile you up, while she’s at it.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you.” She cursed as she took a breath, trying to recover. “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough. I want you inside me. Think you can do that?” She asked breathlessly, sitting up against the pillows. “But if I’m going to be full, I think you should be too.” She said with a mischievous smile.

Before you could ask what she meant, her fingers started to glow red, the tendrils of her magic coming together and focusing on her palm, until they formed a little jewelled butt plug. She held it up for you to inspect, your curious eyes tracing the object.

“Come settle on my lap, baby. I want to put it in.” She patted her thighs, signalling for you to lay across them.

It wasn’t uncommon for Wanda to use such toys. She loved that you let her have all your holes. She loved having you full, making you feel her control, feel her stretching you out, even when she was on the receiving end of the strap. Even on her back, she was always in charge.

When you lay across her lap, exhaling a shaky breath of excitement, you felt her reach over to the nightstand, so she could grab a bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount, chuckling when you hissed from the cold and she used a single finger to spread it over your puckered hole and gently work you open.

She loved doing this oh so slowly, knowing how worked up you got, how much it turned you on to feel her probe your asshole, but never fully penetrate it. Not until she deemed you ready, of course. She took her time telling you how hot you look like that, all vulnerable and open for her, your thighs trying to grind against her in an empty attempt to find some relief from the growing arousal. Not that she’d let you find true relief, but it was fun watching you try.

“Please, put it inside me already!” You finally begged, pushing up your ass against her probing finger, trying to get her in deeper.

Now that was a true delight. You must have been so worked up if you begged so openly. But that didn’t stop her from letting you fuck yourself on her finger a little longer, watching the way she slid in and out with ease, listening to your beautiful moans and whimpers as you finally took it in all the way. Fuck, you were so tight and warm. She could only imagine how good it would feel to actually fuck your cute little ass. That was definitely an idea she would have to remember to try another time.

“You want me to put the plug inside you, baby?” She asked, taking her finger away and watching your hole wink at her. “Yes, please, Mommy.” You nodded, trying to look back at her with pleading eyes. “Well, if you insist…” She smirked wickedly, taking the toy she had purposefully left in your line of vision, so it could be a constant reminder of what was coming next and squirting some lube on it, before she lined it with your asshole.

The first contact with the cool metal made you gasp, yet you still pushed up against it in anticipation. You could feel the stretch from it, as you took it in a bit deeper, even more eager to finally have it slide all the way in.

When your knees got weak, Wanda helps you, running a soothing hand up and down your back as she starts to put some pressure on the jewelled base, working it inside you slowly and smirking as your asshole swallows it up. The widest part of it stretched you deliciously, she could see it and she let you take it in slowly, until it finally sunk in and you both moaned in unison.

“Such a good girl, baby.” She praised, kneading your ass cheeks while she gave you some time to adjust to the feeling of being full. “You always take me so fucking well.”

You could hear the way her voice trembled, feel how excited she was, just seeing you like this and it made you even more eager to finally be allowed to have your hands on her. With that in mind, you got up from her lap, testing the feeling of the plug as you moved, feeling your body get more and more comfortable with it.

“Yes, I do.” You smiled proudly. “And if I remember correctly, you said something about wanting me inside you?” You feigned innocence.

Instead of a verbal response, you saw Wanda’s magic swirl in the air, tendrils of it wrapping around you and making your skin tingle as a strap-on appeared around your waist and Wanda’s favorite red dildo stood proudly at attention.

She pulled you closer to her, her hand wrapping around the dildo suggestively, while she kissed you. You looked so damn hot wearing her strap, all eager to fuck her and with the time she had to prep you, getting to stretch your ass open really had her pussy dripping.

“Go on, baby girl, show me how much you want to please Mommy.” She whispered against your ear.

The provocative words sprung you into action and you hurried to lay her down on the mattress and lined the dildo with her opening. She looked so damn wet already, but you took your time to tease the cock-head over her folds, just to drive her crazy.

“Don’t tease, honey. You know Mommy doesn’t like to be made to wait.” She reminded with an edge of warning to her voice.

You were more than happy to oblige her, pushing in just the head and watching it stretch her out, before it sunk in even deeper. She wouldn’t let you stop, her hands pulling you closer, until you had bottomed out and she was firmly pressed against you and scratching your back. You could feel the plug with every small movement of your body, the stimulation exhilarating and intensely arousing. Even now you could feel your wetness smearing on your thighs. The strap was putting pressure on your clit too and you started to move your hips slowly on instinct, chasing the pleasurable feeling and doing your best to take Wanda along for the ride.

By God, she was having fun. She kept thinking about the little plug in your ass and how it was probably driving you out of your skin with need and she really wished she could see you from the back, see the way your body moved as you fucked into her. She would certainly remember to do that for another time. But for now she just wanted to enjoy herself.

You were building up your pace, hitting all the perfect spots as you kissed her neck and shoulders and she was loving it. It didn’t take long at all to feel another orgasm growing. She could see you were getting closer too, your breathing going irregular and shallow, your pants growing into moans as you thrust inside her. Fuck, this was hot. She could only imagine how delectable it would be, if you could feel her. But you’d have to earn the privilege to come inside her. For now, pleasing her was all you deserved.

“Use your fingers too, baby.” Wanda encouraged breathlessly. “It’s those talented fingers that got you in so much trouble, it’s only right you use them to make it up to me.”

The memory of your earlier transgression was enough to have you working twice as hard to make her cum, your hand reaching between your bodies, so you can give her exactly what she wanted. Combined with the deep thrusts inside her, she was close and she could see how much you struggled to keep it up, pleasure starting to overpower you as well.

It was wicked, truly, and Wanda loved it. She was delighted to see her punishment working so perfectly and the knowledge that you’ll watch her cum, while you were left untouched is what finally pushed her over the edge. Her nails were digging into your back, her moans filling your ears as she rode out the waves of pleasure, were just the perfect way to end this evening and you hoped to be able to join her, but you couldn’t quite get there, your hips eventually stilling, so she could rest.

When she eventually recovered, you tried to pull out, but she held you close.

“Shhh, stay like that, baby.” She whispered in your ear. “I want to feel you.”

Wanda cuddled you gently, letting your head reast on her chest, as she hummed soft tunes, of songs you’d never known. One of her hands was busy running up and down your back, sometimes stroking your hair softly to soothe you, while the other played absentmindedly with the little butt plug she still had nestled inside you. She traced the little gem with the pads of her fingers, sometimes lightly pressing on it to drive it deeper.

She loved the intimacy of the moment so much, loved how vulnerable you were, how much you trusted her to take care of you. God, this was better than she ever hoped it could be. She shushed your soft whimpers with sweet praises and even sweeter kisses, making sure to stop your slow grinding, whenever the neediness inside you started to feel unbearable, calming your mind and body, until you were fully relaxed against her.

“My darling girl.” She whispered softly, when you were finally asleep in her arms. “I’m sure you’ll be such a good girl for me tomorrow.” She said as her own eyelids started to flutter closed.

* * *

The next day came and went in a blur. You were busy from the second you walked into the office and despite the stress and frustration, the constant wetness between your legs was just the type of reminder you needed that you shouldn’t make the mistakes of the previous days. Wanda would take care of you, she would give you everything you need, you just had to be a little patient.

It's the type of lesson she tried to drill into you and you were determined to finally be allowed to enjoy your girlfriend’s touch. Eager for it, you left work the second you finished and you rushed home, only to find your house empty. Wanda was running late. Something that disappointed you deeply, but you reigned it in, deciding to start dinner, in order to surprise you. She always took such good care of you. It was only right.

When everything was ready and the table set, you started to get a little impatient and you texted her, just to check in and was pleasantly surprised, when she told you that she had left you a little surprise in your bedroom.

Excitedly you ran up the stairs, opening the door to your bedroom to find the bed perfectly made and a beautiful gift box on top of it. Giddily, you pulled the bow undone and opened the lid, only to find a gorgeous lingerie set in it and a card, written in her handwriting.

“I can’t wait to take this off of you tonight.” You read, smiling at the little heart she had drawn and taking out the set she had left for you.

It was truly gorgeous and you admired her choice, before you started to undress. You went and took a nice shower first, wanting to feel fresh and clean for her, before you started to put on the underwear and you looked at yourself in the mirror with admiration. It fit you perfectly and you wondered how she got your size right, before you took a suggestive picture of yourself in the mirror and sent it to her, solely to tease her. God, you couldn’t wait for her to be back.

You wondered how you should greet her, different scenarios passing through your head and making you feel even more needy and impatient for her return. You kept picturing how she’ll walk through the door of your bedroom and see you splayed across the mattress, wearing nothing but her gift and how she’ll spend the rest of the night ravaging you in every way she knew how. You certainly needed it.

The more you thought about it, the hornier you got, your hands wandering over your body mindlessly, while you pictured her in nothing but her favorite strap, pounding into you from behind. You could practically hear her voice as she spoke the filthiest things in your ear, always happy to tell you everything she’ll do to you, because she knew it drove you crazy.

Before you could think about it, your hand had sneaked into the lacy red panties Wanda had left for you, your fingers starting to circle your clit lightly. God, it was heavenly, to finally feel relief from the endless throbbing between your legs. And you weren’t going to make yourself cum. You were just getting yourself ready for Wanda. There was no harm in that, right?

The slamming of your bedroom door and an angry witch staring you down, quickly told you that she disagreed. It had been maybe 10 minutes since you were lost in your little fantasy, when she had come home, to see that you had made her dinner. She smiled fondly, seeing how well you set the table and she was even more eager to find you and give you a proper thank you for all your efforts, but quickly grew disappointed when she opened your bedroom door, only to see you touching yourself yet again.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed, startled, hurrying to pull your hand away from your pussy, but she had already seen you. “You have no idea how close you came to getting what you wanted…” She practically growled, as she stalked towards you. “And you just had to ruin it.” “No! It’s not like that!” You tried to defend. “I was just… Getting ready… I wasn’t going to cum! I swear!” You tried to defend yourself.

Wanda had crawled onto the bed like a predator, your squirming body turning her even more infuriated. Damn, she had such big plans for you, she wanted to make you feel so good tonight, wanted to take care of you and give you the pleasure she knew you were missing. And she knew you held out all day, so why did you have to ruin it at the last minute. Your impatience was really starting to bother her. But she was going to correct that, no matter how long it took. She could be a patient woman, if it meant you’ll learn.

“You were just warming yourself up for me, huh?” She asked condescendingly. “Getting that pussy ready?”

She was looming over you, eyes dark and predatory as she waited for you to say something as if it would make any difference.

“Yes.” You managed a weak nod, your eyes imploring and sincere, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter if you broke her rule a little, or if you had went all the way. “How thoughtful of you… ” She snarled down at you, pulling your wet panties to the side, so she could have a better view of your pussy. “You wanna see what Mommy had prepared for you?” She asked, already starting to pull down her pants. Her boxers were next, but you didn’t need them removed to know what was underneath. She had a strap on. Your favorite. She was going to give it to you too. Fuck you nice and deep with it… Before she realized you had disobeyed her.

Wanda tossed her boxers on the floor, leaving the strap on display and running the tip of the dildo over your wet folds. You had started to drip even more and from your position you could see her sliding her cock over your pussy lips suggestively, imitating the way she would fuck you, without giving you a single touch, leaving you mesmerized.

It was only when she had made it nice and wet with your juices, that she pulled away, but not before she slapped your pussy with the heavy toy. She pulled away from you and you instantly missed the comfort of her warmth and her touch, but she didn’t let you wait for long. She settled against the headboard and she patted her thighs, asking you to take off your ruined panties and straddle her legs, facing her.

Wanda pulled you in another deep kiss, her hands on your waist, so she could guide your movements against her. She could already feel your juices leaking out of you and dripping on her bare thighs and the thought of making you this needy drove her crazy. She could never quite believe the effect she had on you.

“I love that pretty pussy.” She mused. “If only you were good today, I would have played with it more.” She teased, as she ran her fingers through your folds and covered them with your wetness. “But since you’ve been bad… Mommy has to settle for your ass instead.” She whispered against your ear.

One of her hands pulled you flush against her, kissing your neck and making sure that you’re firmly pressed into her body, while the other reached around, her fingers tracing patterns on your ass cheeks. You couldn’t help but gasp at the thought alone, but her touch… Oh, that sent shivers down your spine.

Wanda was the first to ever take your tighter hole, the first person you trusted to be careful and to take things at your pace and she had shown you just how wonderful of an experience it could be. She made it feel special, made you feel cherished, she showed you that it’s an act of intimacy. Because of that, you felt more confident to explore this part of your sexuality and you knew she’ll always make you feel good and you knew tonight won’t be an exception.

“It’s yours Mommy.�� You nodded into her neck.

You could feel the gentle smile that adorned her features and you nuzzled even more into her, clinging to her as she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some on her fingers, before she started to massage your hole. She took it slowly, oh so carefully, teasing fingers running circles there over and over again, making the ring of muscle relax.

When she knew you were ready, a slender finger started to probe there. Just the tip would enter you, before she pulled out, allowing you to get used to the intrusion. God, it was maddening. You loved it, you did, it felt so good when she took you like this, but it was your pussy that craved her and you desperately wished that she would give you at least some stimulation there, but alas, she was having none of it. She wouldn’t let you grind against her, no matter how badly you needed to. She held you firmly in place as her finger sunk in deeper, the intimacy of it so overwhelming, when she held you so lovingly, that you practically melted in her hands.

It took a few minutes, before she dared to sink in entirely, but she knew it was worth it, when she heard the low gasp, when you felt her knuckles. Her fingers were all slippery and wet from the lube and the one she used slid so easily in and out of you, while her free hand moved up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” She gasped in your ear. “Mommy’s precious girl.” She mused. “Do you like it when Mommy plays with your ass, honey?” She asked softly.

You could only hum in response, your mind feeling more submissive by the second. That one finger she used to stretch you felt both so good and not nearly enough, even when it was all the way inside you. But Wanda had no intention of rushing this. Her ministrations were slow and tender, drawing out each small movement, so she could turn it into pleasure. And God, were you loving it. Your pussy dripped with juices and they smeared across your thighs and hers, but she didn’t care. She loved it more, knowing how badly you needed her.

“I bet you wish Mommy’s fingers were inside your sweet little pussy instead, isn’t that right? But bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?” She teased. “Don’t you wish you were good now, my love? Don’t you wish you had waited for Mommy to come home, so she could be treating you to a nice orgasm?” “Yes, Mommy.” You whined in her neck, your hips canting into her, to find some pressure. “Mmmm… But your ass feels just as good, my darling. So nice and tight. I should play with it more often. Stretch it out on my cock, since your pussy doesn’t deserve to be played with.” She teased you again, pulling her finger almost all the way out, before she started sliding back in.

The minutes stretched as she continued her gentle torture, building the arousal within you to new levels and pushing you even further into subspace. Your body was on fire with every small movement she made, every caress, every teasing comment, yet it was somehow calming. You were hers, in every way, and everything she did only solidified that feeling. You wanted her to continue, to touch you and claim you, even if it meant she wouldn’t let you cum. It was still gloriously good to have her inside you.

When one finger wasn’t enough, she pushed in a second, the stretch pulling out a gasp from you that quickly turned to a moan, as you fully melted into her once again. Her embrace was like a warm blanket, her scent filled you with serenity and her voice soothed you into a space of pure bliss and that slow, deep thrusting of her fingers only made it better.

As your legs started to shake, the pleasure of the moment overwhelming, Wanda knew that she had two choices. She could stop, help you wind down for the night, knowing that you’ll need her more than ever, or she could give in and finally help with that ache between your legs. In the back of her head she wanted to stay strong and deny you, as she had done the other nights, but she couldn’t this time. She was listening to your thoughts, looking for any discomfort, but she found none. All you thought about was her. Pleasing her, being good for her, being her sweet girl and it melted all her resolve. She just couldn’t deny you. Not this time.

At first, you barely registered, when her fingers pulled out of your asshole and paused their ministrations and she waited for you to pull away from the crook of her neck before she kissed your face softly and greeted you with a smile.

“There’s my pretty girl.” She praised. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, you know that? Mommy’s so proud of you. You’re just the best girl in the world, isn’t that right?”

You barely nodded for her, clinging to her and almost leaning back down on her shoulder, so you could nuzzle your face, where it had been, but Wanda pulled you away softly.

“My pretty girl deserves a nice reward.” She said, lifting you enough to be able to help you lie down on your back. “When you’re this good Mommy just can’t hep herself. I just want to make you feel so good. Do you want that, baby? For Mommy to make you feel good?” “Please.” You looked up at her with hopeful eyes, nodding your head. “Of course, my darling. You just lie back. Mommy will take such good care of you.” She promised sweetly.

Wanda claimed your lips in a passionate, tender kiss, before she started to descend your body. And in an uncharacteristic manner, she even skipped the usual teasing she’s put you through, before she gave you what you wanted. You had taken quite a lot for her tonight and you deserved the treat, so she quickly settled between your legs, the sight of your messy pussy leaving her practically breathless. She knew you were drenched, she still had the evidence of it on her thighs, but the sight of it was something else entirely.

“My God, baby, you’re so wet. I’ve never seen you this wet before.” She gasped. “But I’ll make it better, I promise.”

She licked across your pussy experimentally, the taste of you awakening a familiar hunger that only intensified, when she watched your clit twitch in anticipation. Now that was something she could never resist. So she quickly wrapped her lips around your clit, tongue swirling in circles and figure-eights that had you moaning underneath her.

“Mommy!” You moaned, more desperate than she’s ever heard you and it only made her work harder.

She held your thighs open as she licked up your essence and savoured your pleasured cries, building you up in minutes, just like she knew she would. With how worked up she’s gotten you, it was almost too easy. But she loved that too.

When you reached your edge, fingers tangled in her hair and holding her, afraid she’ll pull away, she almost chuckled. You were so eager. She contemplated teasing you a little, maybe edging you, but she took mercy on you, helping you to fall of the edge and ride out your orgasm on her tongue.

As the first wave of pleasure hit you, you practically screamed, moans and gasps filling the room as each wave brough with it more extasy than the last. Intense and unyielding, it took over your entire body, until nothing remained. Just her and what she was doing to you.

You thought that once your done, she’ll pull away, but she only chuckled against your pussy, her tongue continuing its assault on your clit. You tried to push her away, to ask her to stop, but you could only moan, until even the overstimulation morphed into pleasure and she had you writhing for her once more.

“Mommy!” You squirmed. “I need more, please. Need you inside me.” You pleaded. “Of course, honey.” She smiled knowingly, her clean hand removing itself from its spot on your thigh, but you stopped her quickly. “No… Not there.” You pouted, not sure how to ask for what you wanted. “No?” She smiled knowingly, unable to pass up the opportunity to tease you at least a little. “Then where?” She asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. “Do you need me back in your ass, honey? Is that where you want my fingers? You want me to stretch your sweet little hole again?”

You could only nod, feeling the blood rush into your face and turn your cheeks pink. But Wanda didn’t mind. She loved when you got all shy.

She reached for the bottle of lube once more, wanting to make sure that you’ll be comfortable and she squirted some on her fingers, rubbing the substance on your asshole with slow ministrations. She adored that she could look in your eyes this time, to watch your facial expressions as she entered you. You were a masterpiece. Hauntingly beautiful and all hers and for a moment she forgot herself in the moment, just moving in and out of you slowly, until your pleading eyes reminded her that she promised you so much more.

One finger became two, before her mouth returned back to your clit and you gasped out in pleasure, your hands fisting the sheets and your back arching from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” You muttered. “Please, don’t stop.”

But Wanda had no intention of stopping. She wanted to see you fall apart underneath her and she was going to do whatever it took to make that happen. And she knew that with how intense that feeling was, you wouldn’t take long either. You never could hold out, when she filled your tighter hole.

Her mouth returned back to your clit, starting out slow and letting you get used to the feeling, before she moved faster, added more pressure with her tongue, before she drove her fingers deeper inside you. She had you arching your back and desperately clawing at the sheets in minutes, reaching the edge with strangled little cries and a string of “Yes, right there!” and desperate pleas for her to continue. It was spectacular to watch really, and she hoped she could admire you more, but with a few more flicks of her tongue you were thrown over the edge and into an earth-shattering orgasm and Wanda focused on letting you ride it out, helping you through it as you writhed in pleasure.

The second orgasm was even more powerful than the first, every muscle in your body tightening, every nerve ending aflame. It started from the pit of your stomach and it spread, all-consuming and so utterly satisfying. It felt so good, Wanda had to hold you down with her free hand, just so she can keep the stimulation going, wanting to draw it out for as long as possible.

When it eventually became too much, she pulled away, letting you catch your breath and relax, as she held you. She gave you a few minutes to wind down from it, before she helped you up and guided you to the bathroom, helping you clean up and shower, kissing and cuddling you every chance she got.

She spent the rest of the night pampering you like a princess, drying you with a fluffy towel and leading you to the kitchen, so the two of you could have dinner, even if a late one, she held you while you watched a movie together, playing with your hair and letting you nuzzle into her, beaming proudly at how good you had been for her.

* * *

Your next day started surprisingly calmly and Wanda was a huge part of that. She made you coffee and breakfast and brought them to bed for you, something she usually wouldn’t do, but for today she could make an exception.

She drove you to work with a smile on her face, the two of you talking the entire way and she promised to also pick you up, when you’re done, not wanting you to do a single thing. She wanted to coddle you.

But her loving intentions were quickly thwarted by the rest of your co-workers. Everything was tense at work, people were on edge and they needed you more than ever, so by lunch time, you already had to call her and ask her to come in much later. At least she understood. She always did. And it just reminded you how lucky you are to have her.

Wanda, on the other hand, came home at her usual hours and was greeted by an empty house. She tried to busy herself with some household chores, just to distract herself, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t in the mood for chores. She wanted to spend her time with you. She wanted to give you a nice, romantic evening. Last night had been such a treat and she wanted more of that, wanted to see you in that subby space again, wanted to take her time to explore you, to build you up, to make you really feel her, feel her love for you, feel her deep longing for you and the knowledge that you were so far away from her and her embrace was driving her crazy… So much so, that she eventually decided that your work won’t get in the way of her plans. Everything else be damned, you were her girl first and everything else second.

With that in mind she packed a small bag, passed by your favorite restaurant for take-out and she made her way to your office. By the time she arrived, most of the building was already dark, just your floor and a couple others still had their lights on and that only strengthened her resolve. You shouldn’t be working at such a late hour, you should be at home, letting her spoil you, the way she wanted to.

Exiting the elevator at your floor made her shiver. It looked so surreal and kind of wrong, with the ugly fluorescent lights and the empty cubicles and she hurried to make her way to your office.

Knocking on your door and entering your space settled her nerves a little. Seeing your pretty face always made everything brighter and she made her way to you with a sway to her hips.

“Wanda!” You smiled, getting up to greet her. “Hi, my darling. I missed you.” She said with a pout. “You work too much.” “I’m sorry, love.” You apologized, pulling her further into your office. “I’ll make it up to you this weekend. I promise.” “How about you make it up to me right now?” She suggested, lifting the bag of take out. “Have dinner with me?”

You could never refuse your girlfriend, you were very well aware of that, so you didn’t even try to protest, helping her take out the boxes of food from their bag and letting her place a few candles on your desk. She lit them with her magic, making you smile and blush at how charming she could be and you allowed yourself to be swallowed by her magnetic presence, falling into a conversation with her, all your work forgotten.

When you finished your dessert, sharing a delightful tiramisu, that Wanda fed you one spoon at a time, you thought that she’ll take you home, but you were surprised to see her get up from her spot and settle into your lap with a mischievous smile.

“You know… Yesterday we got interrupted really rudely.” She started. “And, of course, you were naughty, so you didn’t deserve to have any fun… But maybe tonight we can have some fun together.” She suggested. “I’ve always wanted to take you right on your desk.” She whispered in your ear, like she was telling you a secret. “Wanda…” You murmured against her. In the back of your head, your thoughts were telling you that you were still in a public space, even if seemingly almost everyone had left… And this was your place of work… But her lips on yours felt so good, that even those thoughts of warning fizzled away when her hands started to unbutton your shirt. “You always look so damn hot in your work suits, baby.” She continued her assault, nimble fingers pulling your shirt out of your skirt and dragging it down your shoulders, revealing a lacy bra. “What if someone sees us?” You gasped, feeling her hot breath on your neck. “Let them. I want them to see who you belong to.” She practically growled, biting into your neck and then soothing it with her tongue.

A surge of possessiveness washed over Wanda at her own words, countless reminders of such instances flashed before her eyes and made her blood boil with annoyance. A feeling that was wholly unwelcome, because it conflicted with the tender appreciation she wanted to show you tonight. This was meant to be a romantic night, full of gentle devotion and careful adoration, but damn, she wanted something different now. The beautiful, sweet feelings she had for you were still there, but were mixed with this craving to claim you, to own you, to dirty you up and show you that no one else will ever be able to give you what she can.

Wanda pulled you out of your chair, her strong hands circling your waist and moving lower, cupping your ass in the tight pencil skirt you wore and squeezing the cheeks. Fuck, you felt good. Nice and firm in her hands and so eager to let her do anything to you.

She pulled up your skirt with a swift motion, letting it bunch up around your waist and revealing the matching lacy panties you wore.

“So beautiful.” Wanda mused, eyeing you slowly. “I could eat you alive.” She growled, grabbing you and pushing you against your desk, effortlessly bending you over it, so she could have a better view.

In a moment of pure arousal, she kicked your feet apart, hearing you gasp at the action and steadying yourself against the desk, while Wanda played with your panties suggestively. They were starting to get covered in your wetness, while you kept pushing back against her hand, offering yourself to her so shamelessly.

She chuckled at your neediness, pressing herself against you, letting you feel the bulge in her pants, just to tease you. But she wouldn’t just give it to you. Not so easily. She wanted to play with you first. It was maddening how quickly her emotions switched. She wanted to make love to you and ravage you at the same time and she just couldn’t chose which one she’ll do.

So she settled on teasing you. Falling to her knees behind you and taking hold of your hips, so she could keep them open, while she leaned in, letting her tongue run a long, wet line, across your panties. The wet fabric held some of the delicate taste she was hoping to get to the source of, but she was in no hurry. Licking your cute pussy through your panties really seemed to rile you up and she had to hold you in place to continue her little game, while you tried to push back against her.

“Please, I need you.” You finally begged, face pressed on the cold surface of your desk. “You need me, huh?” She chuckled from behind you, getting back up and rubbing her bulge on your backside. “All right then.” She agreed, breathless with anticipation. “Take those panties off.” She instructed.

Wanda watched you pull the wet fabric down your legs, while she unbuttoned her pants and pulled out her strap. She had already enchanted it and she had spent the previous minutes with the feeling of it twitching to be set free and the sight of your drenched pussy almost made her lose all her control.

She pulled you up by your hair, pressing you against her with one hand, while the other held her cock and ran it up and down your wet slit, collecting your juices. You were both panting, both so needy, that she wasn’t surprised, when you tried to get her to slide inside you, but this time she indulged you. She held her strap steady against you and watched it slide into your pussy. You were practically impaling yourself on her, your pussy squeezing her cock tightly and taking it as deep as it could go.

Intrigued by it, she let you move against her, letting you pick your own pace. You looked so damn hot doing it too. Your ass hitting her front and bouncing off of it, while your pussy swallowed her strap. She was mesmerised by it. Her eyes glued to the way you were fucking yourself on her. Your pretty ass was bouncing so cutely off of her and it reminded her of last night, of the way it swallowed her fingers, the way she was sliding in and out of your tight little hole and turning you into a mess. Fuck, that’s exactly what she wanted right now too.

Once she had realized what she was missing, she couldn’t ignore it a second longer and she stilled your movements, burying herself as deep as possible, before she moved your hair to the side, nuzzling her face against your neck and your ear.

“Fuck, baby!” She gasped, her breaths ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me. What the sight of your cute ass bouncing off of me does… I can’t stop thinking about it. How good it felt to be inside it. How well it took my fingers last night.” She whimpered, your walls pulsing with arousal around her. “I want to be inside it again, baby.” She added in a whisper, kissing your heated skin and running her hands over your breasts, massaging them through the bra. “Will you let me fuck your ass?” She asked, feeling another twitch of excitement, your walls clamping around her cock. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll make you cum so hard, baby, you’ll see. Just let me be inside.”

Hearing Wanda beg so openly was a rare occasion. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever heard her this desperate for anything. She usually took what she wanted, it’s what you both liked. But this time was different and you had to admit that you were loving it. Her desperation fed your own and after just a few seconds, you found yourself agreeing, your head nodding happily to her request.

“Yeah?” She asked, amazement and excitement clear in her voice. “You want that too, baby?” “Yeah.” You managed, your voice hoarse. “Fuck, thank you!” She whispered behind you, placing soft kisses on your neck once more. Her hips were moving on their own, rutting into you and she found herself almost cumming at the thought of fucking your ass alone. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, baby!”

Before she could actually spill her cum and ruin the moment, she pulled out, her cock throbbing with need. God, she wanted to fill you up. She was mere seconds away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Wanda summoned her magic, a bottle of lube appearing in her hand. She laid you back down on the desk, running a soothing hand over your back, before she spread your ass cheeks and squirted a generous amount of the liquid over your puckered hole. The coldness made you hiss, but she soothed you once again, teasing fingers spreading it over your hole, until it warmed up and you relaxed under her touch.

When she knew you were ready for her, she started spreading lube over her cock as well, wanting this to feel comfortable, when she realized that the dildo she had chosen, even if one of your favourites, might be a bit too big for your tighter hole and she used her magic to adjust the size. She felt bad having to do it, almost whining at seeing it shrink, even if she mostly adjusted the width, but she knew it would be far more comfortable this way and she stroked it a few times, to get it well coated in lube, before she lined it with your asshole.

She teased your hole with the tip of her cock, giving you a chance to back out of it, but you did no such thing. In fact, you tried to press yourself against her, trying to get her to put it in you already. All her teasing, her touch, her kisses had you just as wound up as she was and you needed something, or you were going to explode.

“Mommy, fuck me already!” You begged. “I want you inside me, please. Your cock feels so good.” “Anything for you, baby girl.” Wanda smirked.

She pressed herself more against you, watching the ring of muscle open up and stretch around her tip, tighter and more overwhelmingly good than anything she’d ever felt. She was so tempted to just fill you up to the brim, barely holding herself back.

Despite the unbearable pleasure, she let you take over, allowing you to take her in for the first time, entirely at your pace. She watched her cock sink in, inch by inch, engulfed by the tightness and the warmth of your ass, until you reached the base of her strap with a strangled moan and a shiver that ran down your spine.

Lifting you off of the desk and pressing you against her again, Wanda stayed still. One hand wrapped around your middle held you close, while the other removed the strands of hair from your face. She showered you with kisses and quiet praises, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of her stretching you out.

“God, you’re so good for me, baby.” She gasped, kissing your flushed cheeks. “Mommy’s best girl.”

When you were ready, she slowly started to pull out, one of her hands reaching down and finding your clit, so she could start rubbing gentle circles on it, helping you relax and feel good. Your wetness was practically dripping on the floor beneath you, your folds drenched, just from this and she knew you were feeling just as good as she was.

Her rhythm remained slow and steady, almost sensual in the way she fucked you. She had come to make love to you after all and she intended to do just that. It didn’t really matter which hole she took, she still wanted to make love to you, so her thrusts were gentle and deep, her hands tender, her kisses full of her passion and devotion.

“My God, you’re so beautiful.” She gasped, kissing your cheek and jaw. “So beautiful with my cock deep in your ass.” She continued. “If only you knew how good you feel around me, baby girl. Gripping me so tightly.” She moaned in your ear, barely even moving. She was almost humping you, hardly pulling out, before she drove her hips forward again and it felt sensational. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Messy hair and glazed eyes, lips all read from my kisses, your pretty body on display… Taking me from the back and loving it…”

At this point you could hardly hear her words, your mind going blank. All you could do was take it. She was driving you crazy. The slow, careful way she handled you was almost reminiscent of the way she made love to your pussy. On the nights when she wanted to make you feel adored and loved, she did it like this, keeping you full and fucking into you sensually. But your pussy was so empty, and her cock was so deep in your asshole, yet the way she did it felt so damn good, her fingers bringing you to the edge.

“Mommy!” You cried out for her, completely forgetting where you are. “Shh, honey, I know. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Look at the way your legs shake.” She spoke soothingly. “Mommy is close too. We should come together, baby.” She said in a whisper. “I want to feel you come with my cock deep in your ass.”

And that’s all it took. With a few more circles over your clit, you came, your pussy clenching around nothing, yet you felt so full. Your tighter hole was filled to the brim, Wanda’s hot cum spilling inside it, while you felt the first wave of pleasure start to wash over you. It was new, yet so powerful, that it shook your entire being. And it only got better. Each wave of pleasure more powerful than the last, washing over you again and again, until you were fully spent. Only Wanda’s hands kept you up and you were grateful that she had you firmly pressed into her, otherwise, you would have fallen.

As soon as Wanda felt you coming, your clit twitching beneath her fingers and your asshole pulsing around her cock, she let go, spurts of white filling you up as she rutted into you, prolonging her pleasure for as long as she could and only stopping when you were both spent.

“Fuck, that was amazing!” You chuckled, bringing her back to reality. “You have no idea.” She breathed, nuzzling her face into you. “We should get going. God only knows who heard us. I’m afraid security will barge in any second.” You almost laughed. You tried to pull away from her, her cock still nestled inside you, but she kept you in place. “Not just yet.” She whispered. “We don’t want all that cum to go to waste, do we?” She asked suggestively. “We can’t have that.” You shook your head in understanding, already knowing what would come next. “No, we can’t.” Wanda confirmed, laying you against the desk again, so you’d be more comfortable.

She used her magic to summon your favorite plug, lubing it up quickly, before she started to pull out. She pressed the tip of it against you immediately, her eyes sparkling as she watched your tight muscle stretch for her once again, swallowing the plug and nestling snugly against you.

“There. Now you’re perfect.” Wanda mused, helping you up and kissing you deeply and you just knew, that there was so much more in store for you that night. ____________________________________________________ If you liked this story and you want more, please visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!

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You Make Me Feel

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: At 49 years old, Larissa Weems is the principal of Nevermore Academy - a successful career woman whose dominating energy demands respect from everyone she comes into contact with. She is also a virgin. What happens when she finally meets someone who wants to have sex (and so much more) with her?

Words: ~6.6 | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: virgin!Larissa, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, nsfw (sickeningly sweet smut) - cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

A/N: after reading Hot Chocolate on ao3, I couldn't get the idea of virgin Larissa out of my brain so... here we are lmao

Larissa didn’t really know how it happened - the years had simply passed her by in a blur. She was a studious teenager, scoffing at her horny, unfocused peers. It’s not that she never had the opportunity, per se - there were boys who asked her out, who tried to ‘seduce’ her in that awkward, teenage boy way. They all disgusted her - she would wait until college, she reasoned, where she could find someone more mature.

So she left Nevermore behind for her studies. Here, the men - if they could be called such - were just as crude, just as unappealing. The thought of being touched by any one of them filled her with disgust.

It wasn’t until her senior year of college, when she found herself smitten with one of her female professors, that she entertained the thought of being anything other than straight. It was a thought that had only crossed her mind once before, when she’d accidentally caught her roommate at Nevermore, Morticia Frump, getting undressed. She’d felt oddly… aroused at seeing the girl’s bare skin - and immediately pushed down those feelings. Larissa Weems was enough of a freak as it was - she didn’t need the label ‘lesbian’ stamped on her as well.

But at the age of 22, Larissa had to admit that it was strange she’d never wanted a boy to touch her. She’d gotten close once, during a heavy drunken make-out session with some boy at a freshman party - before freaking out completely and leaving the poor boy squirming uncomfortably at the edge of the lake. And so, at the age of 22, Larissa finally had to confront her very un-platonic feelings for women.

By the age of 49, she’d gone through all the stages of grief regarding her sexuality: she’d vehemently denied entertaining the very thought of being anything other than straight. She’d been angry, oh so angry - at herself, at the world, at Morticia, at the boy she’d kissed. She’d gone through all the what-ifs: what if she’d made a move on Morticia, what if she hadn’t been so uptight, what if her family had been more accepting. She’d even fallen into a bout of depression, realizing how sad and pitiful she was for being a lonely virgin who hated herself for something she couldn’t change.

She’d finally settled on acceptance. Larissa had accepted that she was a lesbian. But, through all those years, she’d been too busy hating herself and throwing herself into her work to entertain thoughts of actually dating. So now she was 49. And a virgin. And who would want to be with a 49 year old virgin?

Sometimes, Larissa could ignore those thoughts, push them down. Sex and dating aren’t everything, she’d reason. She didn’t need anyone else. She had a successful career that kept her busy enough, after all - it was her dream as a teenager, wasn’t it?

Some days, though - days like today - it was harder to drown out the lonely, self-pitying thoughts. Days where she had a one-on-one meeting with you, for example.

As one of the teachers at Nevermore, Larissa found you particularly alluring - everything about you seemed to draw her in, leave her wanting more. You carried yourself with such confidence, you challenged Larissa in ways that both delighted and aroused her. You were kind and chatty, interested in what Larissa had to say - she felt she could talk to you for hours.

And you looked so delicious. In her weakest moments, Larissa imagined how it would feel to have a woman’s hands on her body - and more often than not, it was your hands she pictured, your face that surfaced in her mind as she pleasured herself. She yearned to feel your lips on her own, your body pressed against hers. How delightful it would feel to finally, finally be touched, to finally feel desired.

Today was no different - when you knocked on her office door for the start of your quarterly review, Larissa had to take a moment to compose herself before calling out “come in.” Her breath hitched in her chest as you strode up to her desk, grinning widely and taking a seat across from her.

The review of your performance took no time at all - you were honestly one of her best teachers, well-liked by the staff and the students (even Wednesday Addams had yet to cause an issue in your class). With twenty minutes left of your scheduled meeting time, the two of you began to chat about various, non-school-related subjects. Larissa found herself relaxing more and more, and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself asking if you’d like to join her in her quarters at the end of the day for a glass of wine and a chat.

“Of course, Larissa.” You beamed, sounding eager - was it Larissa’s imagination, or had a faint blush crept up your cheeks?

After agreeing to come by at 7, you took your leave to prepare for your afternoon classes - Larissa walked you to the door, which she leant against as soon as it shut behind you. Oh God, what had possessed her? An entire evening in your presence would be torture for her…

The worst part, somehow, was the fact that she knew you liked women - you’d brought up an ex-girlfriend once, Larissa had been taking a sip of coffee at the time and had nearly begun to choke. It was entirely plausible that you could… Larissa quickly shook the thought from her head. Even if you returned her affections, surely you’d hightail it out of there the second you found out how little experience Larissa had.

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The afternoon passed quickly and soon Larissa found herself nervously pacing the length of her office, smoothing her sweaty palms over her dress to remove non-existent wrinkles.

Your knock sounded for the second time that day, and Larissa jumped at the sound. With a deep breath, she slipped into the persona she’d begun to adopt when dealing with the Mayor and other important figures - authoritative, even slightly seductive. It was the only way she wouldn’t crack under her nerves.

“Hello, darling,” Larissa husked as she opened the door and stepped aside to allow you to enter.

“Hey!” You’d changed out of your clothes from earlier into a low-cut blouse and a short skirt. A pair of simple black heels added two inches to your height, a fact that Larissa couldn’t help but find incredibly alluring. In your hand you held a bottle of Chianti, which you offered to Larissa. “Didn’t wanna come empty-handed,” you added with a nervous giggle.

“Oh…” Larissa’s heart fluttered at the kind gesture. “You didn’t have to.” She accepted the bottle with a grateful smile, hoping her blush wasn’t too obvious.

“I know, I wanted to.” You grinned at her, finally stepping into the office and closing the door behind you. Larissa reached past you to click the lock - and immediately paled as you smirked at her.

“My, my, Principal Weems, trying to trap me here and get me drunk?” you teased. Larissa’s panic must have been evident on her face because you burst into laughter and placed a reassuring hand on her arm - her skin burned at the contact as if it had been branded.

“I-I just don’t want students bursting into my office after hours, I…” Larissa trailed off lamely, unable to focus when your hand was still on her arm. It was so warm, so soft… she found herself imagining that hand on other parts of her body, trailing along her skin…

“Relax, Larissa, it’s okay,” you said, your face softening. “Either way it’s fine by me.”

Either way? Larissa nodded, swallowing thickly and trying to regain her composure. You’d always been very friendly, borderline flirty even, but something about being alone with Larissa outside of school hours seemed to relax you even further.

Larissa took a deep breath. A bit of teasing she could do - she was no stranger to a healthy bit of flirting to get what she wanted. Granted, her heartbeat was a bit more erratic this time, as she was actually attracted to the person across from her. Regardless - a bit of flirting couldn’t hurt. It didn’t have to be more than that.

“Would you like to take this to my quarters?” Larissa purred, plastering a seductive smile on her face and nodding in the direction of a door at the back of her office.

“I would love that.”

Minutes later, you were settled on the couch in Larissa’s living room and she was pouring two generous glasses of wine. She kicked off her heels and made herself comfortable beside you - you followed suit, taking the liberty to scoot just a bit closer. Larissa noticed, quirking an eyebrow - you laughed in response.

“Sorry, too forward?” You were still smiling as you made to shimmy back a bit - Larissa found herself placing a hand on your thigh, stilling your movements.

“You may stay,” she replied airily, grateful you couldn’t pick up on the way her heart was thundering loudly against her ribcage, seconds away from bursting. You placed your hand atop Larissa’s and she took a sip of her wine to mask the blush that was spreading across her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Larissa could see you mirror her movements, bringing your glass up to your mouth and taking a sip, watching her intently over the rim of the glass.

“Didn’t your parents tell you that it’s rude to stare?” Larissa murmured playfully, watching your cheeks go pink.

“No. They didn’t, actually,” you teased, before turning slightly more serious. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… you’re really beautiful. Just want you to know that.”

Larissa felt butterflies erupt in her stomach and she turned to face you fully - you looked so cute, staring into your wine glass, cheeks pink… It had been so long since Larissa had been called beautiful - she was so careful not to put herself into situations where rejection could be the possible outcome. “Thank you.” You looked up and Larissa smiled.

“Larissa?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know why you invited me here tonight. I was hoping… Well, I have to confess something, I want to be open with you.”

Larissa could feel her heartbeat in her throat, and she nodded slowly, suddenly becoming aware that her hand was still on your thigh.

“I’m interested in you, Larissa. Now maybe I’m interpreting this all wrong, and if so I’m very sorry - I promise I won’t let it affect our professional relationship. But maybe the feeling is mutual…?”

She could hardly believe her ears. Of course the feeling was mutual. Larissa felt warm and tingly all over, her heart pounding and her head reeling. All she’d ever wanted was suddenly in her grasp - it was now or never…

Larissa’s eyes flicked down to your lips. Something in her expression must have given her away, for you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers - Larissa was helpless to stop you. It was just as she imagined - better, even. Your lips were soft and warm against hers, gentle - a stark contrast to the boy she’d made out with in college.

You quickly deepened the kiss, licking at Larissa’s lips which she parted almost out of instinct, allowing you to explore her mouth. You tasted of red wine and the lipstick you were wearing - Larissa couldn’t help but let out a soft noise of pleasure as heat pooled in her core. She felt you take her wine glass out of her hand and briefly pull back to set the two glasses on the coffee table - then your lips descended upon hers once more, the kiss quickly gaining intensity.

A wanton groan escaped your throat as you pushed yourself into Larissa - it was a beautiful sound, and Larissa could feel her underwear growing damp. She squeezed her thighs together for some much-needed relief, an action which you immediately noticed.

“Where’s your bedroom?” you rasped against Larissa’s lips. Her heartbeat stuttered in her chest - this was moving so fast. She wanted to protest but with the way you were looking at her, eyes half-lidded, pupils wide, cheeks flushed - she found she couldn’t summon up the courage to deny you, despite how her stomach began to burn with anxiety.

Instead, she stood and led you to her bedroom, allowing you to guide her backwards onto the mattress. She felt your fingers toy with the zipper of her dress and push it down to pool at her hips - then, suddenly, your lips were everywhere at once. You planted urgent, demanding kisses down her chest, her stomach - your hands caressed the bare skin of her waist.

These were the touches Larissa had yearned for for so long - your soft fingertips leaving marks on her waist as your warm breath caressed her skin, your lips and tongue and teeth peppering her body with kisses as evidence of your desire. But she wasn’t enjoying them. It was too much, too fast - she was overwhelmed with sensations. The throb between her legs no longer felt pleasant - it felt daunting, dirty even. What would happen when you’d fuck her and notice how skittish she was? What would happen when you’d expect to be pleasured in return and she would, inevitably, fail miserably?

As your lips moved up her body again, Larissa knew she needed to slow this down and confess, before her inexperience became evident and disappointed you. She took a deep breath.

“I don’t have much experience,” Larissa confessed quietly - the words sounded foreign to her ears. She could feel her nerves rising further as she wondered if you would hate her for it, leave immediately and never touch her again - she waited with baited breath to see what you would say.

“A woman like you? I find that hard to believe,” you murmured playfully, your voice low and sultry as you began to trail kisses all along Larissa’s jaw, as your fingers dug into her hips.

You weren’t getting it. Larissa felt, for the umpteenth time in her life, shame well up inside her, warming up her skin and pricking at her eyes. She felt her throat begin to close as panic overtook her body, and she tried to no avail to calm her racing heart with deep breaths as her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Larissa? Larissa?” Everything sounded like she was under water, your voice was so far away. Eventually, she recognized her name and turned to meet your gaze. You were no longer kissing her - you looked down at her in concern, brow furrowed, frowning as your lips sounded out her name.

Larissa took a deep breath to steady herself. She felt foolish for getting so worked up - surely you would think she was some sort of freak. 49 years old and unable to even so much as make out with a woman without having a panic attack.

“Larissa?”

“Yes?” She tried to sound normal, nonchalant, but her voice betrayed her as it gave out, even on that one syllable.

“Where’d you go? What’s going on up there?”

Your fingers caressed her cheek in a soothing gesture and she allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, leaning into the warmth of your touch. She found herself craving it so, so badly, but she couldn’t allow herself to enjoy it - not when it would surely be the last shred of affection she’d ever receive from you. She stared at the ceiling, a hollow feeling settling in her chest.

“We don’t have to do this, we don’t have to do anything. You know that right?” You shifted off of her, lying on your side to face her and propping yourself up on your elbow. When Larissa failed to meet your gaze, she felt your fingers grip her chin, urging her to face you. “We could just watch a movie or something?”

I don’t want to watch a movie. I want to fuck you. I want to be fucked. I want my body to let me have this.

Larissa nodded numbly.

You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Larissa moved as if on autopilot, pulling her dress back up and sliding off the bed, guiding you wordlessly back into her small living room. She gestured to the couch and you took a seat.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“Just water, thanks.” You offered her a grateful smile, and Larissa winced - she was going to need something stronger than water to get through the evening now, but she didn’t want you to think she was an alcoholic either, so she nodded and padded to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water.

When she returned you were focused on the television, flicking through Netflix. You paused to take one of the glasses out of her hand, careful not to allow your fingers to brush against hers as you did so - Larissa swallowed nervously and averted her eyes, taking a seat next to you - close enough to feel your body heat, but not touching you.

“I feel like Netflix took all the good movies off,” you whined with a slight pout - if Larissa hadn’t been so in her own head, she might have chuckled, finding you quite endearing. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

Larissa felt herself shrug. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying your interactions leading up to now, internally berating herself for letting on that she wasn’t okay. If she’d only been able to play along better… it was something even teenagers did, for fuck’s sake - it shouldn’t be a big deal. If she could just get it over with, then maybe -

“Are you more of a romcom or action kinda gal? Ooh. Maybe you wanna watch a horror movie or something? What about-”

“I’m a virgin.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

You hadn’t heard her. Larissa once again felt the sting of oncoming tears. “I’m a virgin,” she repeated, a bit louder, unable to stop her voice from rising in pitch, eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

The silence that enveloped the two of you was deafening.

A warm hand was placed on her thigh - she whipped her head around to face you, confusion and insecurity marring her features.

Your own eyes shone with care - Larissa felt her heart pound wildly against her ribcage.

“Thank you for telling me,” you said softly. “I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you earlier - I shouldn’t have moved so fast.” You looked almost ashamed, which confused Larissa further… What were you apologizing for? Clearly she was the one with the issues. She shook her head lightly, a bit dazed.

“No, I’m sorry…” Larissa hesitated, swallowing against the lump in her throat and fighting back tears. “I’ll walk you to the door, we can forget this ever happened.” As she stood, she felt your fingers gently encircle her wrist.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Larissa. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”

Larissa scoffed, but she made no move to extricate herself from your grip. Not when your warm fingertips were the only thing that could bring her comfort.

“I’ll leave if you want me to… but I’d rather stay and make sure you’re alright - if that’s okay?”

A part of Larissa was screaming, begging, pleading with her to kick you out so she could do what she always did - drown herself in her own self-pity (and maybe half a bottle of wine) and cry. But when she glanced down at you and saw the worry in your eyes, the adorable little crease between your brows that deepened at whatever you saw in Larissa’s own eyes, she nodded and sat back down.

“Is it… would you rather I not touch you right now?” you asked as you dropped Larissa’s wrist. There was a healthy distance between the two of you on the couch - it couldn’t have been more than a foot or two, but it felt like miles to Larissa, who felt the crushing weight of loneliness descending upon her again as you retracted your fingers.

“You can touch me,” she whispered, ashamed at how desperate she sounded. She felt the couch cushions shift next to her, and soon your warm thigh was pressed against hers - then your hand found her own, intertwining your fingers together. Your skin was so soft, your hand fit so perfectly within Larissa’s that it made her breath hitch in her chest, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of your small, feminine hand clasping her own. She wished her hands weren’t as clammy as they were, but you didn’t seem to mind.

“I hope I didn’t scare you away,” you said timidly. “I really like you and I… I didn’t mean to push you into anything. Fuck, I didn’t know, I’m sorry. I thought…” You trailed off, watching Larissa apprehensively.

“You really like me?” Larissa’s ears had perked up as you’d said it, she figured she must’ve misheard you. You smiled shyly then, and Larissa felt butterflies in her stomach. “Even… even now?”

You let out a low chuckle, giving Larissa’s hand a squeeze. “Even now? Is you being a virgin supposed to change my mind?”

“I’m 49…” Larissa whispered in anguish, her heart constricting in her chest as she realized she was admitting things to you now that she’d never told anyone.

“And? I mean I guess I’m curious why - it can’t be your looks or your personality, because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re so easy to talk to… But it doesn’t bother me or anything.”

Larissa sighed, dropping her gaze to your intertwined hands. When she spoke, it was barely audible. “I was never attracted to men, so I didn’t want them to touch me. I didn’t realize I could be attracted to women until college and by the time I’d come to terms with that… let’s just say I’m certain no one would want to deflower someone in their 40s.”

“I would,” you said with a shrug, so nonchalantly that Larissa whipped her head around to face you. You chuckled at her bewildered expression. “Come on, Larissa. I don’t care about that. I like you as a person and I find you attractive. I want to have sex with you, if you also want to have sex with me. I don’t care how many other people you’ve been with - I really don’t care if the answer to that is zero.”

Larissa took a moment to mull over your words. They sounded almost too good to be true - she never thought she’d find someone who would be so calm, so gentle, so unfazed about the whole thing. And, well, that it just so happened to be the woman she had a crush on… she could feel herself nodding at your words.

“But we don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. Obviously.”

“I want to,” Larissa said firmly, if a little too quickly - it made you smirk, and her cheeks turned scarlet.

“We’ll go at your pace then.” You brought Larissa’s hand up to your lips and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles. The soft brush of your lips made a rush of heat pool in Larissa’s abdomen. “Only what you’re comfortable with. And if you want to stop, we stop. I want you to have fun, Larissa. I want this to be good for you.”

“Thank you,” Larissa whispered. The smile she received in return was blinding, and her heart felt just a smidge lighter.

“Do you want me to leave for tonight?”

Larissa shook her head no. You snuggled into her side and picked up the abandoned remote again, flicking through a few more options before finally settling on Carol - Larissa felt herself slowly begin to relax as the film started.

A few minutes into the movie, Larissa felt your fingers begin to trace absent-minded patterns on her knee. She shivered at the touch - she could feel herself start to get worked up. She wondered if there was any way to salvage the evening - her attraction to you had only grown through your show of empathy, and maybe now that you knew her secret, her body could feel safe enough to let go.

Larissa turned towards you - your head was resting against her shoulder, it would be so easy to just lean in and-

You turned your head and met her gaze. “Now look who’s staring,” you teased. Larissa’s eyes were glued to your lips as you spoke. You were such a good kisser, you tasted so good. She leaned forward, focused on her goal - your lips curled into a smile as you leaned in as well. Larissa’s eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met and she let out a breathy moan. You didn’t deepen the kiss - you simply pressed your lips to hers, humming and gently cupping her face in your hands.

Larissa felt emboldened by your gentleness - she parted her lips slightly to lick at yours. You opened your mouth for her, allowing her to explore your mouth before gently flicking your tongue against hers. She felt a mad fluttering in her abdomen at the deepening of the kiss, a little whimper escaping her throat at all of the sensations once again flooding her body.

Pulling back once she’d run out of air, Larissa rested her forehead against yours. Your hot, heavy breaths mingled with her own, her skin tingled with electricity.

“I want to try this again,” she whispered resolutely.

“Really?” You pulled back, your eyes flicking between hers. Your expression was a mixture of concern and excitement, and Larissa nodded.

You stood, extending a hand for Larissa to take and helping her up.

This time you climbed onto the bed first, settling against the pillows and waiting for Larissa. She followed suit, lying down next to you and pressing a hesitant kiss to your lips. She could feel the affection and tenderness with which you kissed her back and quickly relaxed, allowing her hands to rest on your waist and tugging you closer. You wound your arms around her and held her tightly - she felt safe in the minutes that you spent making out, heat slowly building within her.

Larissa froze as your fingers played with the zipper of her dress, her breath quickening. Noticing the change, you removed your hand and sat back on the balls of your feet.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked - there was no judgment detectable in your voice, only sweetness and worry. “Yes, I am, I’m sorry.” Larissa took a deep breath, trying to relax again.

“What if I got undressed first?”

She considered for a moment - yes, perhaps that would make her feel less vulnerable. She nodded and you began to unbutton your blouse.

“May I?” she asked. You smiled and dropped your hands, shimmying a bit closer. She unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way, pupils dilating as it fell away from your front to reveal your lace-clad breasts. You slid the blouse from your arms and reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside - your breasts jiggled slightly as you did so, and Larissa felt her mouth go dry.

Shimmying your hips, you slid your skirt down your legs and tossed it aside, before doing the same with your underwear. There you sat, completely naked, thighs parted slightly to reveal the wetness that glistened between your legs. Larissa’s own pussy throbbed with desire at the sight - she felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria at the fact that you were so aroused, in spite of everything that had transpired that evening.

“All for you,” you purred seductively, smirking as you noticed Larissa’s eyes glued to your cunt. Larissa snapped her gaze up to meet yours and you leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as your fingers once again found her zipper and began to drag it down. She moved her body accordingly so you could slide the dress down her body - nodding as you cocked your head in question when the dress pooled at her hips. You slipped her out of the dress completely, then crawled up her body and settled next to her, toying with the clasp of her bra.

“You can take it off,” she whispered, almost amused at how fast you complied.

The hunger with which your eyes roved over her torso, drinking in the milky expanse of her soft stomach, the swell of her breasts, her pink nipples that slowly hardened at the chill in the air - it felt like a drug to Larissa. She’d never had anyone look at her like that - no one had ever seen her naked in such a context, and she felt her chest flush.

Part of her wanted to cross her arms over her chest, her anxiety rising at the unabashed attention - but then you lowered your mouth to her right nipple and gently soothed your tongue over the bud, and her brain short-circuited.

Arching her back off the bed, Larissa let out a strangled, breathy sound - your tongue on her nipple felt like velvet, divine and soothing, and it sent tingles down her spine. Then she felt you roll her other nipple between your fingers and groaned - it was a filthy sound, and her hand shot up immediately to cover her mouth.

Your tongue stilled and you looked up at her with a smile. “No, I want to hear you. That was a very pretty sound you made.” Larissa blushed, removing her hand from her mouth. Your tongue resumed its ministrations, slowly causing the small, pink bud to harden, and Larissa whimpered at the shocks of pleasure that originated behind her navel and rippled outwards in waves.

“Does it feel good when I do that?” you murmured, moving your mouth from one breast to the other, and Larissa nodded fervently.

“Please, keep going,” she breathed, a tightness coiling in her abdomen as your hand joined your tongue to knead at the soft flesh of her breast.

Once you’d showered each of her breasts in ample attention, your lips began trailing down her stomach - much gentler this time, much slower. Larissa almost felt embarrassed at how her body was reacting, how excited she seemed to be getting, as your lips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Can I take these off?” You toyed with the waistband of Larissa’s underwear - she paused for a moment, before finally nodding again.

Your fingers brushed against her skin as you tugged her underwear down her legs, then settled between them. With you suddenly this close to her pussy, Larissa began to worry whether she should have shaved. She felt her nerves rising again as she waited for you to tell her how disgusting you found her - then she felt your lips begin to press reverent kisses to the little curls, as if you could sense her anxiety and were trying to reassure her that it was okay.

“Is it okay if I use my mouth?” you asked sweetly. Her eyes widened and her face suddenly felt hot - you were being so considerate, asking all these questions, making sure she was okay with everything, and Larissa wished you didn’t have to do that - she wished she could just be okay with whatever you wanted to do to her.

“I’m sorry, this must be terribly tedious,” she mumbled, her voice dripping with insecurity that, in any other context, she simply did not possess - she hated herself for it right now, and she was unable to meet your gaze because of it. A light slap to her thigh shocked her into looking at you, however. You frowned up at her from between her legs. “Hey. Don’t say that. Making love to you isn’t a chore, Larissa. I want this. So bad. And I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I am. Understood?”

“Yes,” she replied, breathless at your display of dominance.

“Good girl.” Larissa let out an involuntary moan - she had never considered that she would enjoy being called a ‘good girl’, but she couldn’t help the way her cunt throbbed at your words. “So. Is it okay if I use my mouth? Or do you want to stop?”

“N-no, I don’t want to stop… you can use your mouth.”

You beamed up at her, before carefully hooking one of her legs over your shoulder - Larissa could feel herself being spread open at the action.

Soft lips began littering her inner thighs with gentle kisses. Larissa tried her best to stay still, not to squirm - but when your mouth finally met her cunt, your tongue slowly trailing up her slit, she couldn’t help but buck her hips into your face.

A soft groan left her lips when she felt your tongue flick against her clit - she was so sensitive, and the touch was so different than when she pleasured herself - it made every hair on her body stand on end. Your lips closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently and drawing little whimpers from Larissa’s throat as her back arched. She felt herself quickly getting lost in the sensation.

“Does this feel good?” you murmured, pulling back for a moment.

“Y-yes,” Larissa panted - her breathing was already beginning to get heavier.

“If anything doesn’t feel good, if you don’t like it, tell me, okay?”

Larissa hummed and you began licking at her folds, gathering her juices on your tongue and letting out a loud moan of delight. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” Larissa couldn’t help but blush again, but her embarrassment was forgotten the second your tongue circled her clit. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on relaxing.

She found herself unsure what to do with her hands - she briefly brought them to your head, then fisted at the sheets next to her. Then she felt something brush against them and opened her eyes to see your own hands blindly reaching out and grabbing for hers. She intertwined your fingers, her heart leaping in her chest as you gave her hands a squeeze.

The coil in Larissa’s stomach was tightening by the second. She felt herself growing more comfortable with every passing minute, allowing unfiltered moans to pass her lips, spurred on by the noises you were making - the breathy groans, the wet sound of your tongue lapping at her folds. When you gently circled her entrance, she couldn’t help but whine and buck her hips.

“C-can you go inside?” she asked quietly, rolling her hips against your face. You groaned in response, slowly pushing your tongue into her hole. Larissa’s walls fluttered against your tongue and she let out a guttural moan.

“Good girl,” you purred between thrusts of your tongue. “You’re doing so well for me, love.”

Larissa could feel herself getting closer, her thighs trembling - she tried to keep her legs open but the next thrust of your tongue caused her to snap them shut around your head.

Slowly she began to unravel, her release cresting like a wave as you alternated between teasing her hole and sucking her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost herself completely in the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming her body.

She felt your tongue soothe over her folds, then her thighs, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm. You gave her hands a gentle squeeze, before gently extracting your fingers from her grip and crawling up her body. Larissa’s eyes were still closed when she felt your lips on her own. At your tongue’s insistence she parted her lips, whining at the taste of herself as you licked into her mouth.

When you pulled back and cupped her cheek, Larissa opened her eyes. She was almost shocked at the sheer amount of affection and adoration that swirled in your pupils as you searched her face - it made her heart flutter in her chest.

“How was it?”

Larissa hesitated - what was she supposed to say to that? It was everything I’ve ever wanted and more, because it was with you… She buried her face in the crook of your neck and sighed, inhaling the scent of sweat and your sweet perfume on your skin.

“Really good, darling,” is what she settled for as she contentedly nuzzled her nose into your pulse point. She felt your arms wind around her and allowed herself to be held as her breathing slowed. A chaste kiss was pressed to the crown of her head and she smiled against your skin.

You shifted next to her, wrapping your legs around hers, and Larissa could feel your slick rub against her thigh. Tentatively, Larissa allowed her hand to trail down your bare waist, over the swell of your hip. She could feel you shiver against her as her fingertips brushed against your mound.

Larissa reached between your thighs and pulled back to get a look at your face - you watched her intently, pupils blown, lips parted to let out shaky breaths. Slowly, Larissa spread your folds with her fingers, gasping as she felt how wet you were. She gathered some of your juices on her fingertips and massaged them over your swollen clit, enraptured by the soft moan you let out, the way your eyes fluttered shut and your hips twitched seemingly of their own accord.

With your eyes closed, Larissa allowed herself to admire your beauty, the way you gave in to her touches. She touched you the way she normally touched herself, and it seemed to please you - your face was gorgeously flushed, the most obscene noises slipping from between your swollen lips. When you arched your back, Larissa’s eyes fell to your nipples, hardened with arousal. She lowered her mouth to your breast, flattening her tongue and soothing it over the pink bud, drawing a moan from your chest.

“Bite,” you murmured. Larissa paused, glancing up at your face - then felt your hands on the back of her head, pushing her into your chest. She licked your nipple once more, before grazing her teeth against it and gently biting.

“Fuck, just like that,” you mewled, and Larissa bit down again, the heat within her own body building at the string of obscenities dripping from your lips.

You rolled your hips against her hand as she continued to stroke your clit. She felt your fingers encircle her wrist, guiding her to your dripping hole. “Two fingers,” you instructed breathily.

Larissa complied, first pushing in one, then two fingers, inadvertently biting down on your nipple again as she felt your walls draw her fingers in. She curled her fingers, experimenting with the pace of her thrusts until she heard your breathing stutter.

“Shit, you’re so good at this,” you praised, your thighs beginning to shake and the rolling of your hips becoming more and more erratic. Your face contorted with pleasure as you rode Larissa’s fingers - she felt your cum drip down her hand as you tensed around her, then you sighed and relaxed into the mattress.

Larissa sat up, pulling her fingers out of your cunt - the needy mewl that left your lips caused a shiver to run down her spine. Your eyes met hers, full of affection and desire, and she felt emboldened - she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean, moaning at the taste. It was intoxicating - she knew she could get addicted to that taste.

“C’mere,” you murmured, holding your arms open for Larissa. She settled into them, slinging an arm around your bare waist and tugging you closer. You pressed a kiss to her lips. “That-” kiss “felt-” kiss “incredible” kiss.

Larissa felt herself blushing at your compliment - she couldn’t have asked for a better experience for her first time. It might have come some twenty years later than she’d hoped for, but if it meant she could be here with you right now, your fingertips tracing soothing patterns on her back, your breath tickling her cheek - she’d wait those twenty years all over again.

“I’m glad it was you, you know,” she whispered.

“I’m glad, too,” you whispered back, a gentle smile tugging at your lips.

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