#valentinebingo

[little-diable]

TomH1996 - Tom Holland (smut)

Happy Valentine's babes! 1/3 Imagines for @venomsilk Valentine's Bingo. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Once lovers, now enemies. Once Highschool sweethearts, now full of hate. But maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea for Tom to visit a camming website, maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea to watch her videos.

Warnings: 18+, sex, p in v, oral (f), cam girl reader, masturbation (f,m), teasing, exes to lovers

Pairing: Rich kid!Tom Holland x rich kid!fem!reader

Valentines Bingo fills: Rich kids x Cam Girl x Exes to Lovers (2.7k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Tom had his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, fingers wrapped around his champagne flute. It was the day of his birthday, a day he hated with a burning passion, wanting to leave his parent’s mansion and the party stacked with people he didn't know behind. The party was yet another show off event where his parents and their friends could flaunt their money, a chance to pay for expensive gifts and alcohol - anything to impress one another.

A few of his friends had been invited and of course she had been as well, the woman he hated as much as he hated the people he found himself surrounded with. But his hate for her reached far deeper than just simple anger flooding through his veins, no, he hated her as much as Demeter has hated Hades, as much as Athena hated Paris.

The two had been the classic couple, Highschool sweethearts that have been with one another for years. Till they had been forced to breakup, due to different colleges and the distance that would keep them apart. But their breakup had been more vile, more angry than both had hoped it would be. Tom's pride had pushed him into waves of anger and hurt, finding reasons to hate her as she had slowly moved on from him. Perhaps it had been a petty move, searching for reasons to hate her - forgetting all about the love he had once fostered.

But it had all changed the night Tom had been browsing through another website filled with cam girls and cam boys, only showing off his toned abs and his cock, pumping himself to the shows he’d watch. And there she was, legs spread, exposing her tight cunt to her viewers. At first he hadn’t recognized her, but the second his eyes had fallen upon the pictures hanging on the wall behind her, (y/n)'s name had spluttered from his lips, sound filling his room.

Perhaps he would tell her about it - at one point - though for now he kept his lips sealed, not wanting to spill her secret just yet. Tom was waiting for the right moment, a moment of weakness he could use in his interest.

The dress (y/n) was currently wearing showed off her legs, legs he wanted to feel wrapped around his waist as he’d bury his cock inside her. A mere memory of the nights they had once spent together. It was a sinful sight, leaving his cock hardening, mind wandering back to her show and the moans that had rumbled through her.

“Tom, darling. Come here,” his mother’s voice ripped him out of his thoughts, forcing him to step inside for a moment. Before Tom could come to a halt next to his parents, his eyes flickered down to his Rolex, wondering how much longer he’d have to stay before he could leave this pathetic party behind.

He caught her eyes from across the room, taking in her frame once again. Fuck, if he could, he’d take her right there and then, for all eyes to see, watching the heir of the Holland enterprise bury his cock in his exe's cunt.

“Why don’t you open some of your gifts?” His mother pushed him towards the stack of neatly wrapped presents, forcing a fake smile onto his thin lips. He didn’t pay any attention to the gifts he unwrapped, mind still hooked up on (y/n) and the wave of anger that would flood through him whenever he’d think of her. Tom’s skin was prickling as if he was skinning himself, leaving his old self behind, engulfed by darkness and lust.

But one gift managed to catch his attention, it was one of the pictures (y/n) had hung up on her wall, a picture of her and Tom, from years back. He heavily swallowed, meeting her smirking features with his glistening eyes. Why would she gift him something like this?

With his heart racing and his palms turning sweaty, Tom drowned the rest of his champagne, murmuring a few thank you's to the people that kept watching him. He pushed himself past his parents, out into the afternoon. It had taken him years to build up his walls, to keep himself distracted from (y/n) and their breakup, every stone had tumbled to the ground the second he had watched her make herself cum. Every minute he had found himself hating her had evaporated into thin air. Only leaving a smoke of pleasure behind.

“I was waiting for a thank you.” (Y/n) was leaning against his Porsche, arms crossed in front of her chest as he stepped closer with his jaw muscles ticking in anger. Spiteful words threatened to claw through him, wanting to taunt the smirking woman. But Tom didn’t get the chance to part his lips, breath knocked out of his lungs as she leaned closer, lips brushing against his ear.

“Next time change your username to something less obvious, TomH1996.” She left him standing with wide eyes, following her frame till she disappeared back inside. The fuck that rumbled through him could be heared from inside, coaxing a chuckle out of (y/n).

The game was on.

—-

That night (y/n) was lying on her bed, with only her bra left on and her soaked through panties exposed to the camera. Her hands danced up and down her thighs, moving closer to her cunt with every moan that bled from her lips. She was still wearing her jewelry, the golden rings Tom had gifted her years ago and the necklace she’d never take off.

“Fuck, I’m so wet. I want to be fucked so badly, wish one of you would be here with me.” Her words echoed through her room, picked up by the microphone of her laptop, bringing joy to her viewers. Deep inside she was hoping that Tom would find his way back to her page, the excitement that had bubbled through her as she had read his username last week had pushed her closer to the edge. She had cum to the thought of Tom with her back arched and eyes rolling into her head.

Something about their relationship kept her on her toes, she reciprocated the hatred Tom felt for her, urged on by the pleasure that would rumble through her whenever he’d spit her name. Nevertheless, she still found herself longing for the man she had once called her own, wanting to feel his hands on her skin again.

(Y/n) pulled her panties aside, her fingertips brushed through her wet slit, finding their way to her pulsing clit. She threw her head back, allowing her moans to fall from her lips like a shooting star darting across the dark sky, missed by the ones that didn’t pay enough attention.

The sound of another viewer joining her stream caught her attention, heart missing out a few beats as she read Tom’s username. He hadn’t changed a single letter - as if he was doing it on purpose. This time she’d put on a show, all for him and the thought of her ex railing her till the sun would rise above the still asleep community. His name burned on her tongue, wanting to bleed from her lips, to tease Tom - but she kept silent, not wanting to stroke the man’s ego. She didn’t stop rubbing her clit, not even as she reached for the toy she had placed next to her, wrapping her lips around it to wet the brightly colored silicone. Slowly, for all viewers to see, she began to fuck herself with it.

Wet sounds were picked up by her microphone, finding Tom with his twitching cock and his hand wrapped around his girth. It had taken him a few drinks, finding his confidence buried beneath a few shots of tequila. He had moved back to (y/n)'s page with trembling hands. Tom imagined her placed on his bed, whines rumbling through her - begging him to fuck her into oblivion.

“I’m already close.” Her eyes flickered down to the comment section, reading through the encouraging words, words to praise the panting woman, wanting to hear her loud moans. Tom had also commented - “moan my name” - written words that were followed by a generous tip. (Y/n)’s fingers picked up their speed, rubbing her clit with his name spluttering from her lips, silently wondering if Tom was currently fucking his hands, while he watched her stream.

“Oh, Tom. Fuck, fuck,” with his name rumbling through her, (y/n) came around the toy. She gave it a few more lazy thrusts, hoping to prolong her orgasm, not wanting to be ripped out of her bubble just yet. But the moment the first wave of exhaustion rolled upon her like an unexpected sandstorm, burying her beneath its heavy blanket, she ended the stream with a "till next time" leaving her.

(Y/n) plopped down on her mattress, eyes fluttering close as she tried to catch her breath. Her thoughts circled around Tom, trying to imagine his sweaty frame pressed against hers, with his muscular arms wrapped around her. She couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't broken up, would they live together by now? Would they think about starting a family together? Long lost dreams that were now left behind like a blanket of dust.

Her phone buzzed, forcing her eyes open. Without moving too much, (y/n) reached for her phone, eyes widening as Tom’s name popped up on the screen. It was a simple text, but the pants that left her shot shudders down her spine, buzzing through her like a bolt of lightning.

“Come over. Be quick, I don’t like to wait.”

Perhaps she should have deleted the message, perhaps she should have blocked his number and let him be - but (y/n) slowly rose from her bed and redressed herself with trembling hands. She was out of her house within minutes, feet carrying her down the streets to Tom’s. It had been months since she had last been there, invited to one of his parties, spending time with their mutual friends, only to tease one another with hurtful words.

Tom ripped the door open before she could knock on the expensive wood. He pulled her in as if she was a criminal in desperate need of shelter. She was his dirty secret - at least for this very night.

Their lips clashed together like magnets, tongues getting tangled. Memories of the last kisses they've shared found their way back to the two, reminding them of the endless dates they've been on, the endless nights they've spent together with roaring hearts. (Y/n) tangled her hand in his hair as Tom pressed her against his door. With their chests heavily rising and falling he dragged her towards his bedroom, pulling her in for another kiss as they fell onto his bed.

“I still hate you,” Tom’s words were met with a giggle, eyes finding his as a smile tugged on (y/n)’s lips.

“You know what, Tom. I don’t think you do.” Trembling fingers helped one another out of their clothes, eyes running over their bodies, wanting to burn the upcoming hours into their memories. Curses flooded from their lips as he thrust his hips against hers, rubbing his clothed bulge against her dripping heat.

Tom couldn’t stop staring at her, hands uncovering the parts of her skin he had touched years ago. Her body was a temple he’d worship, he’d burn his kisses into her skin - marks for the darkness to find, nestling in her heart as one orgasm after another would clash upon her like Zeus’ bolt of lightning striking the sky.

“Touch me, please.” (Y/n)’s whispers rumbled through his body like an earthquake, shaking through his body with the silent promise of ripping him apart. While his lips kissed their trail down her upper body, his hands pulled her panties down her legs, gaze flickering to her cunt.

“You’re so wet, fuck, my gorgeous girl.” As if they had never hated one another, their bodies began to mold together, falling back into their old routine. The moment Tom pressed his tongue flat against her arousal covered folds she found herself pushed into another dimension, body hurled into the ocean of pleasure she was drowning in.

He devoured her, kept eating her out with two fingers thrusting into her tightness, spreading her walls with his eyes finding her wide, lust-blown pupils. No words were shared between the two, only their sounds echoed through his room, filling every inch of the bedroom she wanted to stay in till the end of their time.

“I need you to fuck me, Tom." Her rough voice forced him away from her cunt, hand reaching for a condom. (Y/n) watched him roll it down his length, aligning his cock to her heat. Their hands searched for one another, fingers linked together as if somebody could pull them apart any moment now.

With their hearts roaring in their chests, their bodies moved in sync, hips meeting with every ferocious thrust. Their anger was slowly letting go of them, allowing the withered away flowers to be reborn, forming a new bond beneath his sheets.

“You feel so good, so tight.” Tom kissed her throat with his heavy breaths clashing against her throat like a soaring wave of the ocean. He fucked her as if it was his only chance of ever feeling her, hoping to push her over the edge with his name burning on her tongue. She mewled his name, fingers circling her clit as the coil deep inside of her began to tighten.

"Fuck, I've missed you." A tear threatened to roll down her cheek, mind confused by the different sensations that washed upon her like a tidal wave. As if the stars have aligned, their hearts found one another again, begging the two to rekindle their love.

Without another word rolling off his tongue, Tom kissed the tears away, he tightened his grip on her hands, kept her close as he pushed her further towards the edge. He was struggling to sort through the different emotions buzzing through his veins, finding their path to his racing heart.

Fuck, he still loved her, loved her like Orpheus loved Eurydike, would give his life for the one he had pushed away for the past years, "Don't let go of me." The words he spoke sounded pained, just the thought of being ripped from her once again left him crying in agony.

She pulled him in for a kiss, swallowed the other moans and cries rumbling through the two. Tom let go of her hand, he rubbed her clit with his thumb to push her into the open arms of her orgasm. (Y/n) came with his name bleeding from her lips, eyes focused on his, not wanting to miss the expressions tugging on his features.

Tom followed her down the edge, he filled the condom with a string of curses leaving him. For a few more seconds they stayed connected, holding onto one another as the past moments of bliss kept buzzing through them.

With a sigh clawing through Tom he rolled off her, threw away the condom and came back with a hot towel to clean her up. No words were shared as Tom took care of her, only as he found himself placed next to her, he parted his lips, searching for the right words to say.

"I," Tom forced himself to take a deep breath. "I am sorry for the way I've treated you. It wasn't fair. I was hurt that you didn't want to try the long distance thing and just the thought of seeing you with somebody else made me see red. I don't hate you, I don't think I ever did hate you."

"Oh Tom." (Y/n) cupped his cheek, her eyes met his glassy ones. "Deep down I knew why you kept treating me like this and I am sorry for not trying to make things work. You've hurt me, but I don't hate you for it."

Their lips met, slow at first, trying to relish in one another's heat as their hearts kept picking up their beat once again. Tonight they'll linger in their memories with their hands interlaced and their lips pressed together and when morning comes, they'll start a new part of their story, together.

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✶ valentine bingo ✶

hello, beloveds <3 as i said yesterday, i’ve decided to host a valentine’s day fic bingo! i’m really excited about this, i spent a lot of time making the cards and pouring over the tropes to make sure every row works out. if you would like to participate or are just interested in seeing how this works, keep reading!

✶ RULES ✶

↬ fic bingo is the same as regular bingo, but instead of numbers, there are tropes. in order to get a bingo, you must then hit a row and include the three tropes in that row as the major themes of your fic. for example: if you choose the middle horizontal row that has friends to lovers + college + roommates, you can write a tom fic wherein he’s your friend, roommate and a music major.

↬ there is no maximum word limit, but the minimum is 2k words. however, it must be a oneshot, not a series.

↬ all the fics must be x reader. all y/ns must be written to include readers of all colour and can’t be white-coded, unless you specify it’s a white reader. as such, please specify the race of your y/n if you’re not writing her to be inclusive of other races.

↬ you can write for tom holland as well as any of his characters, harrison osterfield, harry holland, sam holland, sebastian stan (& bucky barnes), anthony mackie (& sam wilson), chris evans (& steve rogers).

↬ there are six (6) cards in total: three are sfw and three include nsfw tropes. in order to request an nsfw card, you must be 18 years or older.

↬ since it’s a valentine’s day challenge, all fics must be posted the week of valentine’s day, so monday ferbuary 14th to sunday february 20th 2022.

✶ IMPORTANT DATES ✶

↬ application deadline: wednesday december 29th to saturday january 1st 2022.

↬ writing period: monday january 3rd to sunday february 13th.

↬ posting period: monday ferbuary 14th to sunday february 20th 2022.

✶ HOW TO APPLY ✶

↬ fill out this form which includes: 

1. your url;

2. if you want a sfw or nsfw card, or you don’t mind which one (keep in mind you have to be 18+ for the last two options);

3. the pairing you would like to write for;

4. how long you estimate your fic will be.

once the application period is over, i will spend the next three days messaging writers individually with your assigned card. the cards will be chosen randomly with a generator depending on what type (sfw, nsfw, either one) you want.

the application period is now over!

✶ UNACCEPTED THEMES ✶

this is a very short list of themes that cannot be included in your fic, please keep them in mind while writing.

noncon and dubcon

incest or pseudo-incest

glorification of mental illness and/or suicide

if you have any questions regarding this challenge or if i’ve forgotten any important information as i usually tend to do on this type of post lmao, feel free to send me an ask or reply to this post!

[lizettealyannatucay12-blog]

Yummy kamote chips by daddy Ner ❤️ karemkem pa more while playing bingo. #ValentineBingo #bingoPamore #familyBonding (at Lopez Farm, Aritao)

[prinsesanilaalilamo-err]

Yes! I now feel that there's a season of love called Valentines this February because of these chocolates. Thank you QCD Family for such a great bonding like this. :)) #happykid #ValentineBINGO winner

[little-diable]

48 Days - Chris Evans (smut)

3/3 imagines for my Valentine's Bingo by @venomsilk Enjoy my loves.xxx

Summary: The reader is about to marry a man she hates with all her might, while her heart belongs to her best friend, Chris. Can their affair turn into something sincere? Can they make things work, even if she is forced to say I do?

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f, m), arranged marriage, affair, cheating, friends with benefits to lovers, has a nasty fight in it, some angst

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!reader

Valentines Bingo fills: Arranged Marriage x Oral Sex x Slow Burn (4k)

With her trembling fingers, she reached for his hair, desperate to find something to hold onto. Chris had his head buried between her thighs, eyes set on her pleasure drunken features. She was close, oh so close, could almost feel her orgasm rocking through her like a tsunami ripping trees from the ground, washing away the reminders of its arrival.

“Fuck, Chris. Don’t you stop.” He was used to teasing her, would push away seconds before she could cum - anything to prolong their moments together. But this time he couldn’t waste any more time, not when she was about to say “I do” to the man she was forced to marry. Not when she’d have to kiss a man she hates with all her might, with the lips she had wrapped around Chris’ cock last night.

“My perfect girl, look at you. You’re moaning my name, while your fiancé is waiting for you out there.” They had locked the doors, hiding away from the people that could storm into the room any moment now - not expecting to find the bride’s best friend buried between her thighs with his tongue brushing through her slit.

“Oh, oh my god.” She couldn’t stop her moan from clawing through her, eyes rolling into her head with her back arched off the sofa. Her dress was slightly crumpled, pushed up to her waist, giving Chris enough room to eat her out without suffocating beneath the heavy layers of fabric.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her heat, kept fucking her like he had done numerous times before. And with a smirk pulling on his lips, Chris watched how (y/n) came on his tongue with his name burning through her. Heavy pants split from her lips, out into the quietness of the room she had been offered to prepare herself.

What a shitshow.

“Come here, let’s clean you up.” Carefully Chris helped his best friend to regain her balance, he pushed her further into the couch as he made his way to the small bathroom. Her heart was still hammering in her chest, pumping blood through her veins, right to her aching heart. How she longed for Chris, how she wanted to tell him all about the feelings she fosters for him. But she couldn't, the moment had passed before she could have grasped it, ripped from her hands like a prank fate was playing on the suffering woman.

“All done, I’ll go out there now. Don’t trip, otherwise I’d have to catch you.” With a wink thrown her way he left her standing, with tears welling up in her eyes and her sweaty palms pressed against her dress.

(Y/n) didn’t get another moment to sort through her thoughts, the door was pushed open, exposing her father who reached for her trembling hand to pull the bride out into the afternoon. Neither of them dared to speak, lost in their emotions and the guilt seeping through their flesh. While (y/n) still tried to find a way out of this situation, her father was already focused on the money this marriage would offer him, strengthening his bond with the father of (y/n)’s husband to be.

She caught Chris bright eyes, silently hoping that he’d stand up and rescue her, confessing his love for her. A desperate hope she had clung to for the past months - very well knowing that Chris didn’t reciprocate her love.

Her gaze would wander to him at any given chance, drawn away from the man whose hand she was holding. She barely listened to the words that were spoken, didn’t even look at her husband as she spoke her vowels. All she wanted was to get drunk, as drunk as humanely possible to forget all about this awful marriage.

Clear as on the day where her father had told her about her not negotiable fate, she felt her heart breaking in two. She had cried for what felt like hours, pushed into Chris’ embrace with her tears soaking through his shirt. But what Chris hadn’t understood was that she hadn’t been crying because of her arranged marriage, no, she had cried because it wouldn’t be him she’d marry. Something she had dreamt about since the moment they had crossed paths.

And with an “I do” spilling from her lips, (y/n) was ripped out of her daydream. Her lips were pushed against the ones of her now husband, but the moment didn’t last long, it ended before the crowd could even start to cheer for the two.

—-

“I don’t think the bride is supposed to hide from her guests, now is she?” Chris sat down next to her with two beer bottles carried in his hands. Wordlessly he pushed one bottle into her outstretched hand, the one she was wearing the all too big ring on. For a moment nothing but silence engulfed the two, not even the chatter of the crowd could be heard from the bench they were sitting on. It was just the two of them, like it always had been.

“I wish I could run away.” Her voice sounded exhausted, words dripping with sadness and confusion. No longer did she know which path to take, stuck at a junction, the way ahead was too foggy for her to see straight, leading her into the unknown - no matter which path she would take.

“Why don’t you? I offered to help you with this from the moment you’ve told me about your arranged marriage.” Chris took another gulp, some drops of his beer ran down his chin, dripping onto his dark suit pants that made his muscular thighs appear even bigger. Thighs she has been rubbing herself against numerous times before, making herself cum on them as if she had been born to do nothing else but this.

“You know I can’t. My parents would kill me.” (Y/n) felt like a child, scolded by her parents for hiding away from the event she had been dragged to, not following their etiquette.

With Chris' hand finding her chin, he turned her face towards him. Their lips met for a passionate kiss, sharing something more intimate then she’d ever get to experience with her now husband. A moan bled from (y/n)’s lips as she pushed herself closer to him, beer long forgotten as her hands found their way to his gelled back hair.

“I’d leave with me tonight, he’s already drunk. I don’t want him to touch you.” Sometimes, just sometimes, she found herself wondering if Chris felt something for her, something more intense than his primal desire for her, something that could only be described as love. But before (y/n)'s mind could trap her in thoughts like this, he’d say something to lighten the mood, pulling her away from the last strings of hope, cutting through them like a scissor cutting through paper.

“He’s my husband. He is allowed to touch me.” Something she hadn’t felt in months began to push through her; hot burning anger, buzzing through her veins with a silent whisper. Chris was playing games with her, games all of those she was surrounded by were playing with her - nothing she wasn’t all too used to by now.

“Alright, have it your way. I just wanted to help out my best friend.” Chris raised his hands as if she had accused him of committing a crime. He rose to his feet, drowned the last few gulps of his beer and started to walk back to the tent.

“Where are you going?” Panic began to rise in her veins, battling the anger that was still lingering in her system. A confusing mixture she struggled to work with.

“Back inside, since you apparently don’t need my help.” He was pissed, just as pissed as she was. Though for two completely different reasons. While (y/n) was scared of losing Chris due to her marriage, Chris cursed himself. He should have pulled her away from this before it could have gotten this confusing, should have rescued her when he had the chance.

“You’re such a dick, Chris. Fuck, you are just as petty as all those people.” Her anger kept spurring her on, letting words she didn’t truly mean roll off her tongue, out into the cold February night. With an angry chuckle bubbling out of him, Chris turned back to (y/n). Angry tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping from her jaw, down to the cold ground.

“Have a good night, (y/n).” And before she could say another word, Chris disappeared back inside.

—-

The horizon was drenched in a deep red as (y/n) woke to the sound of her phone going off. Her husband was no longer lying next to her, his side was cold, he had probably slept in the guestroom, trying to avoid crossing paths with the woman he detested just as much.

“Chris?” A groan rolled off her tongue, it was way too early in the morning, thoughts still foggy. It had been weeks since the two had last spoken, 48 days to be exact. 48 days of pure suffering - for the both of them - 48 days of pure confusion - not once had they ignored one another for such a long period of time - 48 days of pure heartbreak.

“Did I wake you?” She had to bite down her reply, and had to stop herself from screaming in frustration. Of course he had woken her, early in the morning when not even the birds had risen from their sleep.

“What do you want?” For a second (y/n) debated hanging up the phone, to leave him and whatever he had to say behind. But just the slightest chance of making things somewhat okay between the two kept her going, patiently waiting for his reply with her face pressed into her pillow and her eyes focused on the horizon.

“Get some breakfast with me? Please. I miss you.” The soft “okay” that spilled from her lips was almost missed by him, but the relieved sigh that left him made her smile. With trembling limbs (y/n) rolled out of bed, she had hung up the phone after he had told her where to meet him - the cafe they’d always go to - at least before things had started to go downhill.

Her heart wouldn’t stop racing, not even as she left their house, not even as she arrived at the cafe she had been to numerous times before. It only accelerated its beat, with every breath she took. And the second their eyes met it felt like the moon and the sun were looking at one another, silently taking their appearance in, wondering if they had changed over the past roll around the horizon.

Wordlessly she was pulled into his chest, engulfed by his muscular arms, with the scent of his expensive cologne crawling up her nostrils. Like a woman that had just left an unsuccessful rehab, finding the nearest bottle to drown her sorrows in, she found herself trapped in his touch, drawn in by Chis and everything there was to love about the tall man.

“You look beautiful.” (Y/n) could only shake her head as she plopped down vis-a-vis Chris. Her hand instantly reached for his - a habit she couldn’t work against. She wouldn’t let go, not as the waitress took their order and came back only a few minutes later with their drinks and their food, not as they silently ate their food, washed down by the heat that clawed through them like a shadow dancing through the night, guiding a ship into the middle of the ocean, lured on by sirens singing a song of death and loss. Loss she had felt the last days and weeks.

“Why did it take you this long to reach out?” The question had been burning on her tongue since the second she had answered his call. Why hadn’t he found his way back to her earlier? Why did he leave her behind for 48 awfully long days?

“You could have called me as well. Why didn’t you?” If there was one thing her stubborn best friend was good at, it was answering her questions with another question, thrown her way with a grin tugging on his lips. But this time he wasn’t grinning, this time he even let go of her hand, friends turned to strangers - with one simple gesture.

“Of course.” An emotionless laugh left (y/n), she had her gaze averted, focused on her empty plate as she sorted through her thoughts. “You left me standing that night. You decided to turn away from me! When I needed you the most.”

“I’m so fucking tired of you acting like an etitled little bitch. You decided to marry that asshole. You decided to stick around, against my advice. I offered to take you away. I offered to take you in. I offered to protect you. But no, little Miss Perfect had to please her parents. You don’t get to paint me as the bad guy, not when you decided to ignore my help.” With a clenched jaw Chris rose from his seat, he placed some money on the table and pulled on his coat. “I don’t want to do this here.”

It took her a few seconds to catch her breath. Every now and then the two of them would fight, tangled in their thoughts with their mouths speaking words they didn’t truly mean. But it was nothing comparable to this.

And with angry tears welling up in her eyes, her quivering limbs carried her out of the diner, towards his car. No words were shared on the car ride back to his place, not even the radio could drown out the uncomfortable silence that lingered in the car as the city passed by. The emotional bruises he had left behind on her soul were turning violet, a healed wound ripped open again, bleeding out like a heart broken into small shards.

And while (y/n) tried to find the right words she could use to defend herself, Chris had to bite down the cry that threatened to claw through him. Those past 48 days have felt like hell, every single day he had reached for his phone, thumb hovering over her name, but he had wanted to give her time to adjust to her new life before he’d come back with new ideas to set her free. He’d die for her, but Chris was slowly drowning, his lungs were aching, no longer able to hold onto any air.

Dodger was patiently waiting for Chris to return as they stepped into the house, greeted by a couple of barks and Dodger’s excited pants leaving him. But the excitement was short lived, for all three of them, ripped away by the lingering tension that began to thicken with every breath leaving them.

“You know that I didn’t have a choice. I had to marry him, I had to do it for my parents. I was hoping that especially you’d be the one to understand what it meant giving up your happiness for your parents.” It was a low blow, but she couldn’t stop the words from rolling off her tongue, reminding Chris of the choices he had made to please his parents, how he had given up his dream of a pursuing successful acting career, and how he had dated all those perfect women his parents had chosen for him.

“Of course you had a choice! You always had a choice, but you decided to ignore it! You decided to ignore me!” He was breathing heavily as his body forced him another step closer to (y/n). Chris's body was searching hers, he had to feel her close, otherwise he’d lose his focus, even when his mind screamed at him to let her go.

To give up on the feelings he had always fostered for (y/n).

“Which choice did I have? Are you this oblivious? Are you this stupid? Fucking hell, Chris.” By now they could feel one another's breath on their lips, two people with two broken hearts - that could find their way back together - if they’d speak the right words.

“I could have been your choice.” It was just above a whisper, though strong enough to reach her and her trembling body with her pounding heart roaring in her chest. “I could have been the one waiting for you at the altar. It could have been me.”

“Why do you have to be such an asshole? Stop playing with me like this, goddammit, Chris.” (Y/n) tried to take a step back, wanting to free herself from him and the lies he was speaking. Trying to trap her and her confused mind, an easy game he mastered like no other. But Chris wasn’t playing with her, no, he had forgotten all the tricks he had once known by heart.

“I am not playing with you. I have been loving you since the day you have spilled that awful tasting wine all over my trousers. How could you be this oblivious” No longer were they screaming at one another, Chris croaked his words, hands reaching for hers to pull her in. Before (y/n) could reply, Chris had his lips pressed against hers, silencing her up with one simple kiss. Her body didn’t have the strength to push her away, she molded into his touch like candle wax burned by a flame’s heat.

His hands found her thighs, Chris picked (y/n) up before she could pull away to catch her breath. He carried her into his bedroom, carefully closing the door with her body pressed against his like a woman lost in a storm, desperate to find shelter. And Chris was and always will be her shelter, the one she’d cling to when her world would fade to black.

“I love you too, always have. You’re right, it should have been you. It will always be you.” Another kiss was shared, more desperate this time, urged on by the unsaid words that wanted to claw through the two lovers.

Chris didn’t rip her clothes off her body - not this time - he was taking things slow, pressed his lips against her throat to kiss a trail down her upper body. Her shirt found its way to the floor, soon followed by her bra and jeans. While Chris was still fully dressed, he began to worship her body, hoping to mark every inch of her with his teeth grazing her skin. Trembling hands worked on his trousers, wanting to free his aching cock from his tight trousers.

Wax dripping onto a letter to seal the words from curious eyes couldn’t manage to burn heat this strong into a piece of paper. Chris’ touch was all too familiar, she’d recognize him in a dark room filled with strangers, and would always be able to tell him apart from all others.

“Can I?” (Y/n) waited for his reply, eyes flickering to her wandering fingers that teased his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He could only nod his head, rose with her from the bed, only to sit down on the mattress with (y/n) kneeling between his parted legs. Their eyes stayed connected, forming a new bond in the quietness of his bedroom as she pulled him free, tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his length.

The moans that clawed through him were awfully tense, held back by something he had never given into before, by something he had feared all those past years. But the further he sunk down her throat, the more he felt himself giving into the new sensation, into the love he finally was able to voice out.

(Y/n) choked around him, but she didn’t dare pull away. She didn’t care about her aching lungs - desperate for new air to breathe - didn’t care about the tears running down her cheeks. She was focused on Chris and the moans rumbling through him, on his pleasure drunken features and the hand that found its way to her head, guiding her bobbing movements.

“Fuck, doll, feels so good. I love seeing you with my cock in your mouth, wish I could take a picture of you.” She wanted to say “do it”, wanted to beg him to take pictures of their most intimate moments, but (y/n) could only hum around his cock. Whenever he’d moan her name or a curse word, she felt her walls clamping down around nothing, desperately wanting to feel his cock spearing her, pushed into the inferno of her pulsing orgasm.

“Shit, that’s good. ‘Need you to stop, otherwise I’ll cum.” With a pout tugging on her lips, (y/n) pulled her mouth off his cock. Chris tugged her into his lap, seated on his muscular thighs with her soaked through panties pressed against his saliva-covered cock. He could taste himself on her tongue as (y/n) kissed him, distracted from his wandering hands that pulled her panties aside - giving him enough room to brush his fingers through her slit.

“So wet, bet I can make you cum in a few seconds.” Chris was smiling like a child lost in a store filled with sweets, a smile so bright that (y/n) couldn’t stop her chuckles from rumbling through her. With his hands wandering to her behind, he helped her sink down on his cock, heads thrown back to give their moans enough strength to echo through the room like thunder roaring through the night.

For a moment they froze, allowing one another to adjust to the by now somewhat unfamiliar feeling of their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible. But the second (y/n) began to move her hips, Chris snapped into motion. He stabilised her, kept thrusting his hips against hers, to meet (y/n)’s every movement.

“Atta girl, you’re taking me so well, like you were made for me.” His raspy praises left her walls fluttering, her moans vibrated on his skin, she had Chris trapped, heart and soul bound to the whimpering woman. No longer were their bodies buzzing in anger and confusion, arousal flooded through their veins, overpowering all the negative emotions that have been clinging to them like a second layer of skin.

“Don’t ever let me go, please.” Chris' hand found her chin, once again they fell into an uneven rhythm, just to press their lips together - wordlessly sharing promises they’d keep till the end of their life together. There was nothing left to fix, there was nothing left to cry about, hours had faded with their hurt evaporating into the sweetest nothingness.

“Never, you’re mine now, forever. I promise.” (Y/n)’s hand found her clit, she rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves as Chris suddenly flipped them around. He had her pressed into the mattress, with her legs slung around his waist and his hands placed next to her head. He fucked her. Fucked her with his thrusts growing more ferocious - Chris was set on destroying her.

“I’m so close, fuck, I don’t think I can-” her words faded out like the world around them, she was seeing stars, so bright that (y/n) had to close her eyes - desperately holding onto the sweet feeling that rocked through her. Chris intently watched her, he kept fucking her as she came around him, trying to hold on himself.

But with his name bleeding from her lips, Chris gave into the feeling, he filled her, left her shaking and trembling with his body collapsing next to her.

Only their heavy pants and the sound of their roaring hearts could be heard. Their hands found one another, and with interlaced fingers, Chris pulled her off the bed and straight into the bathroom.

No words were shared as he filled the bathtub. No words were shared as they sunk into the warm water with their chests pressed together. No words were shared as Chris' lips found hers.

“I love you.” The three words filled the bathroom, and with their hearts beating in sync, they fell silent, once again. It would take weeks to find their way out of this mess, it would take days for her to fully trust Chris again. But it was all worth it, even with the reminders of the past 48 days laying heavy on their hearts.

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