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ARRANGED - Draco M. x Reader - Part 5

You laid in you and Draco's bed, the scene between you and Nicholas replaying in your mind.

Draco was out with his father, looking for a tree to put up; it was the holidays now. You, for the first time in a while, were alone.

Nothing had made sense to you, you never thought Nicholas could act the way he did. He never got angry with you, or even frustrated. You always bragged to your friends about how patient and understanding he was; he never raised his voice- nothing. His reaction was unexpected. It scared you.

You never had struggled saying "I love you" back to him, but when you'd start to think about it; it felt wrong, unnatural.

You were deep in thought when you heard a knock at your door, Narcissa then opened and gave you a small smile. She had been very sympathetic towards you since the Nicholas incident, she wanted to find him herself and hex him for you.

"Narcissa, how are you?" You greeted. "I am doing well, I just came to check in on you, haven't seen you since breakfast." She replied.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," You explained, running your hands through your long hair. "Thinking about everything that happened with Nicholas."

Narcissa shook her head in disgust. "What a foul little man." Narcissa said lowly. You chuckled at her description if him. "You know, I've never known Draco to defend anyone like he did for you, he must have taken a liking to you."

You blushed at the thought. "Well, being imprisoned in a house together and all, it kinda forces you to get to know somebody. I suppose he does care for me." You said, waving your hand. Narcissa looked at you apologetically. "I'm sorry for how things started, but you now must know how things must be."

You nodded, as if you agreed. But that was a lie. Your opinions still stood strong.

"I am just suggesting that there's a chance that Draco has strong feelings for you." Your eyes widen at her. "No, Narcissa. You're funny." You chuckle as you quickly get up from your bed, dusting yourself off and straightening your blouse.

Narcissa shrugged. "I know it may seem crazy, but I know my son." Narcissa said, eyeing you. You looked back at her, as if she put you into a trance. "Well," She said after a moment, clapping her hands together. "Let's decorate for the holidays."

You and Narcissa with the help of some house-elves decorated the Manor. You both listened to Celestina Warbeck's "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love."

"Y/N, dear. I am going to get some more decorations for the Manor... I will be back soon." Narcissa said to you as she threw on her black fur coat. "Yes, Mrs. Malfoy." You said, smiling at her. She smiled back, "Narcissa." She insisted. You nodded. "Right. Narcissa, sorry."

Narcissa left, and Celestina Warbeck was still playing.

"Oh, come and stir my cauldron And if you do it right I'll boil you up some hot, strong love To keep you warm tonight To keep you warm tonight!" You sang to yourself while you were hanging up garland. "Well well, didn't know you fancied Warbeck's music." A familiar voice hummed. You jolted from fear and turned around, it was Draco.

"Draco! You scared the shit out of me!" You hissed, hitting his chest with the golden colored garland.

"Sorry, I just heard a very pretty voice." He mused. You turned around quickly before he could see the red form on your cheeks.

"You decorating?" He asked. You nodded. "Your mother went out to get more decorations." You said softly, going up on your tip-toes to hang the garland over the tall fireplace.

"Bloody-garland- so- tall." You struggled as your arms were out stretched towards the top of the fireplace. "Here, let me help." Draco said, stepping behind you, grabbing the garland from your hands. He hung the golden sparkly garland on the hooks of the fireplace.

You turned around, his body pinning you against the closed off fireplace. He looks down at you, and smiled. "D-did you find-"

"A tree?" He finished, his hands landing on your waist. "We did, father and I argued the whole time." He said, sounding annoyed. You nodded. Not abnormal for them. He flicked his wand upwards towards the ceiling. You looked up, a mistletoe formed. You blushed, without having a chance to hide it from him this time. "You know the holidays can be romantic," Draco suggested. You tilted your head with a chuckle. "Draco Malfoy being romantic? Seems unlikely." You teased.

"Oh come on, we've really gotten to know each other these past months. I've grown quite fond of you." Draco replied.

"I have grown fond of you too- it's just-" You stammered. You took a deep breathe and exhaled. "Ever since the Nicholas incident things have felt weird."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "He called you a whore, imagine what'd happen to you if I didn't step in." He pointed out, his hands leaving my waist, dropping by his sides. "Draco, I know but he was just mad. I mean, he expected me to leave with him."

"Did you want to?"

"No, of course not! But he's confused, probably lost." I explained, rubbing your temple with your fingers.

"You're making excuses for a man who called you a whore." Draco mumbled, now not even looking at you.

"You know, you're not exactly a peach, either. You haven't been the most pleasant roomate."

"So I'm a roommate now?"

"That's not what I meant." You sighed. Fuck, you messed everything up.

"I thought you were starting to like me." Draco hissed. "I do like you Draco, I've liked the time we've spent together I just, this has all happened so fast."

"What do you expect, Y/N? We're married!" Draco spat. "You are my wife! Mine!"

You looked at him, he was angry. "Listen. Let's forget this conversation ever happened." You begged, your hand going towards his, but he yanked his away from yours. Without another word, he turned away from you and left the room. You were all alone. Why was he all possessive all of a sudden?

The next few days were awkward between you and Draco, you both had small, short conversations.

You were up late one night, in the main living room, sipping on a glass of red wine, reading a book you snagged from the Manor library. All of a sudden, you heard some noise from down the hall. You poked your head out in the hall, and saw the door knob on you and Draco's door wiggle. It opened and you hid behind the corner of the wall. Out came a familiar face, Astoria Greengrass. You gasped. Her hair was a mess, she had visible hickeys on her neck, giggling.

"See you again?" She giggled, annoyingly you might add. "Of course, send me an owl, won't you?" Draco's voice mumbled, although you couldn't see him.

You felt your ears go hot. Astoria continued down the hall, not even bother fixing her appearance. You hid behind the corner of the wall so she couldn't see you.

After she left, and you heard the manor doors close and lock again, you made your way to your bedroom you shared with Draco.

You opened the door, he was in his boxers, laying on your unmade bed. Not only was it unmade, which was certainly not how you had left it, but it was a mess. To add on, it reeked of sex.

"Hello, Y/N." Draco said, nonchalantly. You ignored his greeting. "So this is what you do now?" You huffed. Draco smiled. It was a twisted one. "Why does it matter, Y/N? You clearly love Nicholas." He stated.

You felt your face go hot. "You asshole!" You exclaimed. Draco got up from the bed and crossed his arms. His blonde hair was a mess, you can tell it was gripped and pulled. The thought made you more angry, you weren't sure why.

"Why am I the asshole when you don't want to be with me?" Draco voiced. You did want to be with him. But you weren't supposed to. This wasn't the life you had planned in the slightest. You were supposed to be with Nicholas. You were supposed to be married to him and start a family with him. Never in your life did you plan for you to be right here, right now, married to Draco Malfoy, and be angry with him for sleeping with another woman.

"We are married!" You shouted. You were so angry, your fists were balled up, your chest heaving. "It doesn't matter! You don't love me." Draco's voice cracked. He seemed hurt, too.

"Who said I didn't want to be with you?" You questioned him. Draco looked at me. "I know you wanted to go off with Nicholas." His eyes shifted off of me. You brought your hands up to your head, tears were flooding your eyes. "I don't know why I am so upset." You sobbed out. Draco just sat there, emotionless.

"You- you don't even care. We aren't meant to be together, you were meant to be with that Greengrass girl." You sniffled. "Cleary." You added, your hand waving up and down his body that was covered with sweat, his collar bones covered with light red lipstick marks.

"I don't like Astoria." Draco mumbled out. "I just, I was bored and knew you were hung up on Nicholas, I didn't know how to feel. I was unsure if you'd ever end up wanting to be with me." Draco explained. You looked at him, you wipe your tears.

"That's ridiculous." You said quietly. Draco looked at you, a look of confusion mixed with anger creeped over his face. You noticed this, and put your hand up. "Let me explain." Draco reluctantly nodded.

"I like you, Draco. I now know Draco, the real Draco." You admitted. "You love flowers, you love to bake, well- maybe you enjoy eating baked goods more." You chuckled softly, Draco as well. "I am just so confused." You said, sitting down in the armchair near you. You rested your head in your hands.

Draco's head tilted in concern. "I wasn't supposed to be here, I thought Nicholas was the love of my life, but now he isn't anymore."

"He's not?"

I looked at Draco. "Of course not. He said he loved me, and I couldn't say it back." I admitted. Draco stepped towards me, not taking his eyes off of me.

"I don't know why, it just didn't feel like it used to. My brain didn't let me." I explained, my head still in my hands. I felt Draco's brush against my arm, I lifted my head and the platinum-blonde boy was looking up at me.

I swallowed thickly. "I like you, Draco. I like you a lot. I didn't think I would." I shook my head. He took my hand, and stood up, pulling me up with him. He sat in the armchair, and pulled me onto his lap.

I didn't care what I walked into 5 minutes ago, I sat in his lap willingly. He didn't say another word, letting me speak.

"I didn't want you to ever think I didn't like you, Draco. I love spending time with you."

"I love spending time with you, too." He softly spoke. "When I saw Nicholas pinning you against the bookshelf; I never felt so angry."

It was now your turn to listen, you took his hand in yours.

"There was something in me that was scared you wanted to go with him, or that he was going to take you. And I'd be alone again. Of course, I wasn't only worried about you being taken away would mean I'd be alone, it was that I wouldn't have you in general."

"I didn't want you to be taken away. I wanted to hex him." Draco recalled.

You took a deep breath and nodded. Your eyes wondering off to the portraits on his walls

Draco caught your attention again. "I am so sorry I slept with her."

You looked back at him. "It's okay."

He looked back up to you, his silver eyes putting you in a trance.

His free hand caressed your face. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"Draco, what are we?"

He shook his head. "Legally? Husband and Wife. Personally? Well, what do you want?" Draco asked.

"Yours." You said almost automatically. You shifted yourself to straddle him. "I would like to be yours."

Draco smiled, he cupped your face in his hands. "Sounds good to me."

Nothing happened that night. We cuddled for the first time, in bed. You could smell his cologne, and you snuggled deeper towards him. His arms held you tighter.

You weren't sure was was in the books for you two. "Could I, Y/N, really love Draco Malfoy?" You thought to yourself. You had felt safe in his arms. You knew that for sure.

Draco started to stir. It was the morning, the sun shining through. "Good morning" Draco mumbled, his voice was raspy.

It was just a little hot.

"Morning." You replied, turning towards him.

Draco deeply inhaled, his hand ran through your hair.

"I'm still very sorry."

"Draco, it's okay." You insisted, smiling up at him.

"Breakfast then?" He suggested, after five minutes of silence. You nodded.

You and Draco got dressed together, which was also for the first time. You had fallen asleep in your jeans after last night, you pulled your pants down, Draco tried not to look, trying to focus on throwing some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt on. You rumbled through your designated drawer in your dresser, and slipped on sweats of your own, combined with a matching top.

"Shall we go, then?" Draco said, holding out his hand. You took it, nodding.

Breakfast was already ready and laid out for you two, Narcissa was finishing up her plate. "Well, good morning love birds, made s bit of a ruckus, didn't you?" Narcissa asked, turning towards you both. Your breath hitched.

Draco changed the subject quickly. "What's for breakfast?"

Narcissa motioned towards the kitchen. "French toast, my dear, have a seat, both of you." Draco took a seat before I did, he patted the cushion next to his chair. I had a seat as well.

"Remmy! Plumb!" Narcissa called out. Two house elves appeared. "Get them both a plate, will you?" She demanded. "Yes madam Malfoy, on it." Remmy squeaked out, while Plumb nodded. They disappeared. "Well, I must go, children. I have a meeting to attend to." Draco's head tilted at his mother. "Meeting? For what?"

"No time to explain dear, got to go!" Narcissa quickly replied, and then apparated.

"Do you think she felt the awkward tension?" You asked, staring at the table. Draco looked at you, and you could tell he felt guilty.

"It's not your fault she doesn't know." You said, waving him off. He nodded, still with guilt.

The house elves arrived with a plate full of breakfast. French toast, eggs, and bacon.

"Imagine how it would be if we actually did, though." You shrugged.

Draco Malfoy almost choked on his French toast.

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wanderpastme · 1 year

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Welcome Home <3

Chapter 2

Creepy Pompadour my beloved

Basically a Wally Darling x Reader fic

I am a smut writer, but the creator has stated they are uncomfortable with that kind of content, so this will be strictly non-smut fic… I didn’t say it was going to be SFW though.

Of course, this is a horror arg after all :)

TW: BLOOD, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, STALKING, STARING (👁), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, THREATS, GORE, BODY HORROR

GN READER (That is subject to change, but prolly not)

BTW this chapter is a lot of setup, lots of filler

Chapter 1: Apple Of M̵̻̟̥̯̮̰̩̱͕̩̙̟̦̓̉͜ͅͅY̷̺̜̓́͠ Eye

Darkness surrounded you, simultaneously pulling you in and out like the waves of the tide, pulling at your skin with its awful gaze.

Its gaze burned into you like a fire that would never be extinguished.

You wanted to go home, to hide and never be seen again, but something inside you told you that would never be the case again.

I̴̟̲̋ ̸̭̪̕s̸̱̯̋e̸̗̾̐e̸̻̜̓ ̶̟̇̕ỳ̷̠̻o̴̳̣̊u̸̥̔.̵͝ͅ ̵̪́I̵͕͐ ̸̧̗̓s̸̺͐͆e̸͛̃͜e̷̤̕ ̸̨͚̇́y̴̦̺͒͝ő̸̧̺̓ǘ̵̺.̴̥͘ ̷̫̈́͗͜I̶͕̱͌͝ ̵̜̥͒̐s̶̠̮̀͘e̵̪͔͐̍e̵͔̐̾ ̵̢́y̵͈̿o̶̠̾u̴̲͝.̷̧̿́ ̴̩̪̌̕I̸͉̽ ̶̡̥́̃s̵̹͑̈́ë̴̦͍́͝ę̸̞͗ ̶̹͇͑̅y̵̻̓ͅö̷̲͈u̸͈͑.̶̡͖̉ ̸̮̽I̴̟̍̂ ̶̢̻͊̈́s̵͙̤̊e̵͕̊ȅ̴͖̞ ̷͈̪͌͑ỳ̸̥̈́ó̴͇u̶͎͝.̸̢͔̽ ̷͐͠ͅI̴̪̅ ̸̪́s̵̛̤̀ȇ̸̲è̴̮ ̷̘̋͑y̴̻̎o̶̢̎u̶̢̩̿͂.̵̖͚͋ ̶͈̟̇̈́Í̵̩ ̵̟͕̃͠s̶͔̯͊͠e̵̖͇͝e̷̫͎͌ ̶̩͈͝y̶̦̋o̶̰͉͘͝u̸̬̿͝.̸̛̫̈ ̶̤͐̕I̶͇͑ ̴̤͐̈s̴͎̈e̸̮̬͂e̷̺͒ ̵̧͆y̷͖̠̽o̶̟̻̓u̵̯̔̽.̸̱̔ ̵͙̗͑̚I̶͖̿̐ ̶͖̻̈s̶̪̓e̵̬͝e̵̟͎̓̽ ̷̨̀y̷͉͊͘ö̸̪͖́ų̴̚.̶̠̣̅̋ ̷̙̻̄̈́I̸̯͕̓ ̶̨̛͝s̴͇͇͛ė̴̟͆è̶̞̑ ̵̥̜̍y̸̟̒o̷̙͗̊û̶̪.̶͉͋ ̸̥̹̆Į̸̘̊͝ ̴̺͊͘ş̷̃e̷̗̘̍̕é̶̮ ̶̰̤͊̀y̷̯̏o̸͚̤̾ũ̷̟̒.̶͉̑̔ͅ ̸̙̂I̵̮̓ ̵̳̗̍̿s̷̹͍̔͗ḙ̵̺͝ê̵̠̿ ̶̛̅ͅy̴̢͊͜o̴̖̎u̸̹͝.̸͚͍̒͋ ̷̼̉̕I̸̹͑ ̶͕̮̍̆s̸̖̟̀̅ë̵͍̥e̵̗̎̀ ̷̘͈̓y̴͙͛͘ȯ̸̢̝ǔ̷͉̻.̶͔̓͝ ̶̞͚̇I̷͉̳͝ ̶̺̝͝s̸̳͈̒e̶̤̿̑ë̵̫͙̍ ̸͖͗̇y̴̰͌ǭ̸̒ȗ̵͔̥̒.̶̺̌̐ ̵̖̘͌́I̸̞͆ ̸̗̤̔̎ṡ̷̛͙e̷͇̎e̵͉̥̓̋ ̸̗̈́y̸̞͈̍ơ̴͓̻ṳ̸̎.̴͈̙͊͑ ̷̤̽͗I̴̧̊͋ ̶͇̻̀ș̶̞̍e̵͙͖͌̍ȩ̵̣̂͝ ̵͚̱͆̄y̶̬͍̍̊o̷̭̔͘ǔ̷̺̺.̶̯͗ ̶̜͎̈́Ḯ̸̮ ̵̳̅s̷͈̀͜ë̸̡̦́͑ẹ̵̺͌ ̶̗̊͝ẙ̵̲ǒ̷̳̹̓ű̸̹̬.̷̖̚ ̷̠͍̈́͠Ḭ̴̻͋̉ ̵̼̳̀͗s̵͙͝ė̶̜é̶̡ ̴̖̝̓̌y̸̹͐̾o̵̜̫̍̌u̸̜͂̾.̸͎̎͜ ̷͍̑I̸̬̍̓ ̴͖͌ṣ̸͉͋è̵͔̏e̴̦͚͐ ̷̩̹̌̌y̶̘͂̀o̶͇̅u̵̧͌.̴͖̖̔͝ ̵̘͎̽̽I̵̽ͅ ̸͇̼́͘s̵̪͕͑ē̵̩̈e̵͙͙͠ ̶̮́ͅỹ̵̮o̷̹̞̎̀u̴̝͔͂̄.̸̨͘ ̶̮͆́I̴̗̻͗̓ ̴͙̑ś̵̼ḝ̶̓ë̸̼͝ ̵̼̝͂͒y̷̗̌o̶̯̾͝u̶͇̣̐̚.̶̲͋͝ ̶̛̲ͅĮ̴̻̊ ̶͎͝͝s̸͔͂e̶̫̅e̴͈̺̒-̶̱̍ (I see you x21.5)

Your eyes shot open staring straight ahead at… nothing.

There was only the darkness of your living room, your plain ceiling the only thing staring back at you.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed your tangled covers off your body, cool air hitting your sweat-covered body.

It was only a nightmare.

The sound of faint static filled your ears as you regained your senses.

It looked like you had fallen asleep watching TV again, it had been a long week.

With how many hours you were working, and how hard your boss seemed to be pushing you, it was only a matter of time before you gave in to the fatigue. You needed a break.

Suddenly the once-dark room flushed with color, the static on the screen honing into a signal finally.

Glancing lazily at the screen your face filled with confusion.

“A kids show? This late?”

“Why hello Neighbor!”

A cheery puppet character filled the screen, sitting lazily in a chair. This must be the main character of the show.

Curiosity got the better of you as you sat staring at the world being built right before your eyes, colors, and shapes grabbing your attention like you were a small child.

“How cute” you mused, a soft smile on your lips.

“Oh, how I love to see you smile.”

Your face immediately dropped from your face as you stared in shock. Could they see you? No, no, it was just a scripted program, you probably just missed a cue or something.

The yellow puppet stared right back at you unblinking, his half-lidded eyes giving him a look of being tired, but his irises refused to stop staring directly at you.

Kind of creepy for a kid’s show.

Ok- that’s enough-

Looking around for the remote, you could feel the puppets gaze burning holes into your skull almost daring you to try.

“Í̶̞ ̸̛̭͇̒ẘ̵̙͙ǒ̵̗̹ù̵̖̓l̷̥̻̓̄d̸̺̣̂͘n̷͓̑'̴̪̿̃t̴̳͈̐ ̵̜̣̈́͘d̶͔̙̓̚ờ̵̧̞ ̶̮̌t̸̟̟͛̀h̶͔͝͝á̵̰͑t̵͈̦̏ ̴̨̘̾͐ņ̸̑͘é̴͍̼̓i̵͎̱̍̈́g̵͖̣̐h̸̰̹̐̍b̴̈́̈́ͅó̴̰͕r̴̲̰̓” (I wouldn’t do that, neighbor)

Your blood ran cold in your veins, pinning you down to the spot, your hand hovering midair, reaching for the remote.

“Oh good~”

Your eyes darted back up to the screen, further hightening your fear.

The puppet had come impossibly close to the screen, yellow, felt, hands pressing desperately against the glass, his face nothing more than a shadow with eyes.

Familiar static filled the room with an almost deafening roar, making your head pound against your skull.

Wincing you stood on shaky legs, gripping the sides of your head in pain.

“Oh don’t be like that- soon you will be H̵̨̠̀O̴͔̜͗M̸̖̀͝E̶̢̖̕” (HOME)

Tears pricked the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision as you collapsed to your knees, holding your head in agony.

“P-please stop-” you whimpered.

“Oh don’t be like that~ you’ll be here~ with me~ f̵̧̎o̶͙̐͊r̵̫̮͑͗e̷̛͛ͅv̷̥̽̋ͅè̴͚̓r̷̻͈̈́͘~” (forever)

Darkness soon filled the edges of your vision, and the rest of the world faded into a soft hue of colors. Soft carpet pressed harshly into the side of your cheek, but not for long.

You felt your body being lifted up into the air, two strong arms holding you gently to a plush chest.

“Shhh, neighbor… just rest”

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Kinkmas Day 11 (Argyle x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), thigh f*cking, oral (f! receiving), minor drug use

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Sorry for the lack of preview yesterday; I was writing this until the last minute!

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

“Args, I’m home!” you call out as you turn the key in your apartment door. No sooner does it slam behind you do you pull off your sneakers and breathe a sigh of relief. Working a double shift at Radio Shack on Christmas Eve was like corralling a herd of wildebeests. Customers shouting at you because their ‘perfect gifts’ were out of stock, like they didn’t have 364 other days of the year to shop. And no matter how many times that you tried to explain that merchandise ordering was out of your control, it was like the information went in one ear and out the other. All you wanted was to lay down in your bed and sleep for, like, a million years.

As soon as your boyfriend opens up the bedroom door, the pungent scent of weed permeates through your home. He pads into the living room, eyes bloodshot and a dopey grin on his face.

“I see you’re nice and relaxed,” you scowl at him. You immediately feel bad; it’s not his fault that the manager at Surfer Boy Pizza let him out early for the holiday. And he works hard; he deserves a break. “I’m sorry, babe,” you say quickly, wrapping your arms around his waist for a hug. “Just been a long day.”

Argyle pulls you in closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Nah, baby, s’cool,” he says in his laid-back manner. “How can I be of service?”

You give him a small smile, the most you can muster with your level of fatigue. “Maybe a foot massage?” you ask hopefully. Years of kneading pizza dough has left him with hands of gold, and you like to use them to your advantage.

He doesn’t give a verbal reply; instead, he opts to scoop you up off your sore feet and bring you into the room, bridal-style. You bury your face in his shoulder and snuggle in close. He lays you on the mattress gently, and you turn over onto your stomach and await his touch. The moment his strong fingers press against the soles of your feet, you let out a soft moan.

“You know how much I love those noises of yours,” Argyle murmurs in your ear. As he leans in, you can feel him, half-hard on the back of your thigh.

You hum a note of happiness. “I can feel it,” you tease him, closing your eyes and burrowing into the pillow. “But I’m sorry, Args; I’m just too tired tonight.” Argyle continues massaging, but the prolonged silence informs you that he wants to say something. “Penny for your thoughts?” you tease.

“Just lookin’ at your beautiful thighs,” he muses, his big hands traveling up from your calves to the tops of your legs, still clothed in your work khakis. “Got me wonderin’, like, how’d I feel between them, y’know?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and give him a bemused look. “You mean, you wanna fuck my thighs?” As you say it, he grips them tighter.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes, “I-I mean, if it’s okay with you.”

To his surprise, you sit up slowly and wriggle out of your pants. Argyle runs his tongue along the curve of your ass, and you yelp as he bites down. “You’re just so damn delicious,” he defends himself, earning a giggle from you. You lay back down, and he presses soft kisses along the length of your legs. The plush of his lips and slight stubble along his jawline tickle you, warmth surging throughout your body. He pulls away and you hear the telltale sound of his zipper lowering; he hisses at the relief it brings.

“S’fucking perfect; my gorgeous, perfect girl.” Argyle spits onto his hard length. You hear the slickness of his hand gliding to his tip, mixing the saliva with his precum. “Lay on your side for me…good girl, just like that,” he praises as you follow his directions, the coolness of the sheets flitting against your left hip. He takes on the position of the big spoon, rutting against you. He tugs at your panties until he’s got them off completely, discarded somewhere on the floor. You feel the tip of his cock begin to part your inner thighs, and he groans at the pressure.

Argyle grips your ass, giving it a hard spank that leaves you whimpering with pleasure. “Y’like that?” he asks with a smirk.

“M-more,” you plead, crying out when he makes contact again and again and again. He’s growing harder as he thrusts between the plush of your thighs.

“Was gonna take it easy on you tonight,” he coos. “Forgot my girl likes it rough.” He punctuates his statement with another smack before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. His dick slides against your folds, making you even wetter. “Mm, fuck,” he groans. “Wanted to last longer, but I don’t think I can. Not with you–fuck–feelin’ this good.” His thrusts become more frantic–desperate even–and you feel his warm release trickle down your legs. “Didn’t expect just your thighs to do this to me. Shoulda known better.” He catches his breath and presses thankful kisses along your shoulder blades before getting up to grab a warm cloth for his mess. You mewl as his body leaves the bed, and he chuckles.

“Whas’ wrong, baby?” Argyle teases in his signature Cali drawl, gingerly wiping you down.

You give him a pout. “Y’got me all turned on now,” you whine, bringing his hand down to your wet cunt. “Feel?”

A grin splits your boyfriend’s beautiful face. “That’s no problem, babe.” His tongue peeks out over his lips as he ties his hair back, pins your back to the bed, and dives between your legs. He licks a stripe up your folds, stopping at your clit. He sucks lightly on it as you moan underneath him. He knows how sensitive it is; it’s your favorite place for him to touch.

“Args, right there, holy shit,” you exhale, arching your back before he pushes your hips back down. Pleasure vibrates throughout your core as he laps hungrily at your pussy. The laugh that he gives when your legs twitch only exacerbate your stimulation. “‘S not funny,” you mumble, but that only makes him laugh harder. His ponytail flops over his broad shoulders, and you tug on it as your release overcomes you.

“You…make me…feel…so good,” you pant as you finish. Argyle slows his movements to bring you back down, grin now covered in your slick. He messily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“”Had to return the favor, y’know?” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, like he didn’t just deliver an earth-shattering orgasm with only his tongue. “I’m greedy, but I’m not selfish.”

You swat at him playfully and give your best puppy-dog eyes. “Does that selflessness extend to cuddles?”

“Of course.” He snuggles down under the covers next to you, once again assuming the big spoon role. As soon as you scoot back into him, he groans in both amusement and frustration.

“Those damn thighs,” he mutters to himself before whispering in your ear, “Could I go for round two?”

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