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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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Hii! I love your work sm ong. I was wondering if you could do a richie tozier angst using prompts 7,9,12,15 from the angst/emotional section where they get into a fight or wtv and then the reader has like a near death experience from pennywise after? I feel like that would be nice bc I'm craving angst 😻

Last Fights

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pairing: richie tozier x gn!reader

summary: things between you and richie seem to be getting worse and you finally manage to confront him but it’s all in vain. none of it matters and it’s true what it said, you’ll float too.

warnings: self-doubt, very angsty. that’s it.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i am so sorry this took me so long but i was locked out of my account for a good while before i managed to get back in- this is rlly emotional and i'm kinda sorry… thats a lie. i'm in an angsty mood. hope you enjoy this anon :)

not proofread in the slightest, beware grammatical mistakes

promts: angst 7. “wake up please!” 9. “no! don't you dare close your eyes!” 12. “is everything just a joke to you!?” 15. “you always do this!”

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your mind is filled with regret and fear as silent tears stream down your face, hair caking against your forehead which is damp with blood and sweat. you regret the way things between you and richie, your supposed boyfriend, were left. but the fear you felt? that had nothing to do with your fight with the glasses-wearing idiot. this wasn’t like any other fear you’ve felt before. this was a primal fear, as if every cell in your worn out body was begging you to run, get out of there no matter the cost.

you couldn't. not only were you quite literally stuck where you were, a mountain of items separating you from the exit, but the sight of beverly’s floating body halts your flight reaction. you couldn't reach her, it was in your way. its orange eyes which stare through you as it approaches you slowly, mockingly. its mouth is upturned in a sick grin, rows of sharp teeth on display as it spews razor sharp words at you, each syllable coming from its mouth causing your body to grow weaker as you start to give up.

“there’s no point. they’re not coming to find you.” it starts off, a bubbly laugh being pulled from its chest. “they’re only interested in bevvy which means we get to have so much fun together!” you shudder at the thought of its version of fun. “they’re better off without you, y/n. richie too.”

your heart aches at the mention of him, a wave of self doubt crashing over you as you consider the possibility of your friends not needing you. “you’ll float too.” its words pull you from your inner debate and you flinch when you see its face right in front of yours, close enough to smell the rotten breath which escapes its mouth. you desperately try to move further away but your back hits a wall almost immediately. you have nowhere to run.

you close your eyes and feel a gloved hand wrap around your throat, breath hitching as you await the pain, the darkness, anything.

a loud scream echoes throughout the sewer and you could've sworn it sounded like bowers. whoever it was though, spared your life. its hand loosens as it turns to look into the one tunnel, obviously knowing more than you do in that moment.

it whips its head around to grin at you, “guess our playtime will have to wait.”

all of a sudden a wave of nausea oversomes you and you start to feel lightheaded, the fear you were feeling doubling as you lose control of your body. “sleep tight!” it laughs maniacally as your eyes droop shut and body drops to the floor, sewer water soaking the rest of you.

the last thing you see is the huge figure of the clown looming over you, as you go over the argument you and richie had 2 days earlier. it was the last time you spoke to him and even now, on the verge of death, the only thought which floats in your mind is about him.

‘i wonder how rich is doing…’

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you slam your front door shut and throw your bag onto the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the top as you grip the roots of your hair in frustration. a knock at the door makes you sigh out loud, already knowing who it is: richie tozier. you had left him at the arcade but he doesn't seem to understand the fact that you want nothing to do with him.

with a major eye roll, you make your way to the front door, silently thanking whoever could hear you that your parents weren't home.

“what is it, richie?” you ask as you're greeted with the annoyed and confused expression of derry’s very own trashmouth. “what the fuck was that?” he asks, pulling another eye roll from you. “you mean when you flirted with that chick right in front of me?” he frowns at your words, clearly not agreeing with your conclusion. “i wasn’t flirting. i was being polite.” he says matter of factly.

“oh please,” you scoff, “richie tozier isn't polite.” he looks at you in silence for a good 5 seconds before responding drily, “i can be sometimes.”

“so you only choose to be polite when a pretty girl comes up to you, is that it?” your blood starts to boil. “maybe. i’m polite to you, am i not, toots?” he smiles and you swear that you could punch him into next year. “is everything just a joke to you!?” you shout, finally having enough with this nonchalant attitude of his.

he blinks, not expecting your outburst in the slightest. “why would this be a joke?” he asks dumbly. “you’re fucking kidding me, right?” you deadpan. “no.” is all he says and you laugh. “y’know, i always ignore the fact that you flirt with others, the idea that you’re looking for something in someone else but i can't anymore rich! i can't!” you pace slightly, richie still in the doorway as he watches you, tears slowly fogging your vision as you become angrier and angrier.

“i’m done! done with your bullshit and with undermining myself and this relationship!” his eyes widen at those words, not expecting you to go this far. “hey, calm down alright? i’m sorry, it’s fine. i-” you cut him off and pull your arm away before he manages to get a grip on you.

“no, it’s not ‘fine’, richie! you always do this, don't you see? i try to get over it, ignore the self-doubt, but i can't anymore! it hurts… you keep hurting me.” your voice gets softer towards the end and you blink away the tears which threaten to spill over. “i can’t do this anymore.”

your gaze is downcast but if only you looked at him and saw the broken expression on his face, the tears which shine in his own eyes, size enhanced by his glasses. “so, what? this is it?” his voice cracks ever slightly at the end and your heart aches at the sound but you refuse to meet his eyes as you whisper, “yeah, maybe.”

he stands in silence, not knowing what to say or how to reassure you that you’re the only one on his mind. the only one he’d ever consider being with, the one he wants to spend his whole life with. the only one in this world that he truly loves. he can’t form the word to tell you this, the only words which manage to leave his mouth are lousy and unimpactful, “i got to go. we can talk about this tomorrow.”

and with that, he’s off. picking up his bike, he doesn't look back and quickly cycles off, heading straight for his house and he fails to see the heartbreak on your face, the way you crumble in a heap on the ground, hand covering your mouth as you cry. you cry harder than you ever have before.

if only he knew that you wouldn't be able to talk about it the next day. maybe then he would've said what was on his mind, what he desperately wanted to tell you, things he may never get to tell you.

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“-n!” your eyes flutter under your lids, slowly being dragged from the memory of that night.

“y/n-” you manage to make out your name, “-please!”, the voice is oddly familiar and it pushes you to try open your eyes. they’re heavy and strained but you need to see if it’s who you think, if it’s who you hope.

“wake up, please!” your eyelids peek open slightly, taking a second to adjust to the newly found light.

as you get accustomed to seeing things again, you feel your torso being squeezed, warmth and a familiar smell filling your senses. your eyes prickle with tears as you see the mop of messy curls, weak arms trying to wrap themselves around the boy in comfort.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles and you shake your head, causing him to lift his own from your neck. you look into richie’s eyes and you’re filled with regret, wanting to take back everything you said to him. “no,” your voice is hoarse and scratchy, “i’m sorry… i didn’t mean anything i said.” you admitted.

he smiles sadly and you finally notice the wet lines running down his face. guess you weren’t the only emotional one right now.

“you have nothing to apologise for. i was a dumbass.” he sniffs and you laugh lightly before coughing loudly, causing his eyes to widen as panic rises in his chest. “no you weren’t,” you manage to get out as your coughing calms down a little bit, “i was… i-” you cough again, face scrunching up in pain, your throat feeling as if you’ve swallowed glass shards and then some.

you feel your eyes slowly start to close, exhaustion taking over. “no! don't you dare close your eyes! you hear me? don't leave me again, please!” he cries out, the rest of the losers quick;y making their way over to you, the sight of pennywise disappearing down the sewer fresh in their minds.

“keep them open!” he urges, more tears streaming down his flushed and dirty face. “i’m tired…” you slur, voice sleepy and mind foggy, finally feeling safe. “i’m fine, jus’ lemme… sleep…” you plead.

richie shakes his head. “just wait, alright? hang in there!”

you smile at him softly, hand slowly making its way to cup his cheek. “dumbass…” you start, eyes glazing over, “i love you…” you whisper, hand soon falling off his face as you finally give in to the exhaustion and darkness overcomes all your senses.

you faintly hear richie cry in the background, the other losers calling your name in vain. you try fight, you wanted to fight for richie but 4 words put an end to your struggle. 4 words which you’ve always wanted to hear from him:

“i love you too.”

the words echo throughout your mind as you drift off into the dark abyss, a smile on your face as you take your last breath in the arms of the boy you fell in love with, the only one who’ll ever have your heart.

‘i may only see you in another life, rich, but i’ll love you in every one of them.’

you should be scared or anxious but you’re not. you feel content, safe, comforted… loved.

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#richie trashmouth tozier #richie tozier #richie tozier angst #richie x reader #richie x gn!reader #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x gn!reader #the losers club richie tozier #the losers club x reader #the losers club x gn!reader #the losers club #gn!reader #angst #it stephen king

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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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Hi I just found out about ur page I love it so much! Could I request a smut oneshot with sub!timothee chalamet and dom!fem reader, basically the first time Timmy realizes he likes to be on the sub side more, there's a lot of flirting from both ends and 🐱 eating with him on his knees or in another positing(idrc), choking and prompts 1, 6, 7,16, 18 from the smut section mixed in there. I tried to make this as detailed as possible as to help you, there is absolutely no problem if you can't/don't want to do it, I understand; sending love<3333

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gif doesn't suit the fic well, i just thought he looked good in it 😔

pairing: sub!timothée chalamet x dom!fem reader

summary: timothée has always been the more dominant one but when he lets you take control one night, he finds himself liking it a bit too much.

warnings: choking, marking, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), hand job, hair pulling, timothée calls reader “ma’am” once, degrading if you squint, riding, “traffic light” safeword system in use

word count: 1.8k

a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to anon, hope this was worth the wait tho, enjoy <3 out of all the unholy words i used today, ‘panties’ was the one i cringed at the most. why am i like this? also, i wrote this over the span of 3 bloody weeks (thanks to my laptop bombing out and me having to get a new one) so you’ll notice the reader goes through stages of being kinda sadistic to being caring. oh well.

promps: smutty 1. “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.” 6. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.” 7. “touch me… please…” 16. “harder…” 18. “needy little thing, aren't you?”

not proofread cause i get second hand embarrassment when i read smut which i’ve written :’)

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you gaze down at your boyfriend who is obediently kneeling in front of you as his skilled tongue laps at your cunt, desperate to please you and get something in return. you use every ounce of self restraint in you to stop yourself from throwing your head back and letting loud moans escape you. you refused to miss this, the sight was something you never wanted to forget.

you smirk down at the desperate man, eyes greedily roaming his exposed, bare body and the marks which you placed on his pale and delicate skin. his eyes slowly drift closed and you admire the blissful look on his face for a moment before your hand gently snakes into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots, a silent indication to open his eyes.

he either doesn't get the hint or doesn't care as he continues to eat you like a starved man.

“timothée.” you breathe into the hot room as you tug at his hair again. he doesn't react but you know what he's doing, you know he heard you. “timothée .” you say, adding more strength into your words and in your actions as you pull his head back with the fistful of hair in your hand.

the action forces his mouth away from you and makes him open his eyes. he lets out a whimper at the sudden movement and the brief moment of pain in his scalp. the look in his eyes makes you groan; desperation, confusion, excitement, lust. all of it combined as your lover gazes up at you as if you’re the only thing which matters in his world.

“what did i say about keeping your eyes open?” you ask, running your hand through his messy locks. “if i don’t keep them open, you won’t touch me…” he whispers, eyes becoming glossy as he becomes painfully aware of his leaking cock which sits untouched on his trembling thighs.

“correct.” you smile at him. it’s a sickly sweet smile which makes panic rise in him, knowing you had something up your sleeve.

“on the bed.” you stand from your place, stepping out your panties and watching in silent amusement as timothée scrambles from his place on the ground to the sheet clad mattress (which you know you'll have to wash later). you walk to your vanity and pull the chair out, sitting on it backwards to situate yourself in front of the bed and his anxious frame.

“i said i wouldn’t touch you, right?” you ask rhetorically. “well, guess what?” you lean your arms forward, resting them on the back of the chair, “i never said you couldn't.” you smile cheekily at him, eyes shining with glee.

his eyes widen and you look at him in anticipation. “what are you waiting for, love? don’t you want to cum?” your words seem to snap him out of his confused state and he shyly trails his hand down to his cock, wrapping his slender fingers around the base and slowly pumping it, groaning lowly at the new found friction which he’s craved all night.

you silently watch him, drinking in his appearance and how he whines for you to help him. a few minutes of what he considers blissful torture pass before you speak up, “are you close, hmm?” you know damn well he is and you also know damn well that he can’t finish without your help.

“please…” his voice is hoarse and you raise a brow at him. “please? please what?” his eyes squeeze shut, “touch me… please…”

you chuckle at his words, a simple “no” reaching his ears and making him groan in frustration and dread. you place your head on your arms as you drink in the sight of the broken man on your bed, a sadistic smile gracing your lips.

after a few minutes of watching him writhe and squirm as his hand works himself, you decide to be kind and help him out. you quietly stand and slide off the oversized shirt which hangs limply on your otherwise bare body before making your way over to timothée.

his eyes snap open and a loud moan escapes his parted lips when he feels your hand replace his own, milking him for all he’s worth. his hands grab at everything in his reach, your arms, waist, breasts, anything to ground himself as he feels his high approach rapidly. you enjoy every second of his orgasm as you listen to his sweet whines and pleas, words of appreciation and love spewing from him like a waterfall.

you release your grip on him but he chases your hand with his own, bringing it back to his aching cock which twitches at the contact. you chuckle airily at his desperation but continue stroking him, watching with amazement in your eyes as he squirms under your gaze and touch, another orgasm ripping through his body.

“you gonna give me another one?” you lean closer to his ear, “gonna cum again for me?” he shakes his head wildly, burying his face in your neck as tears start to form in his eyes. “c’mon, you can give me one more, can't you? you were so desperate for it a moment ago.” he whines and you smirk when you feel him thrust up into your hand.

“there you go, cum for me.” his breaths come out quicker and he groans at your words, wildly bucking his hips upwards, chasing the orgasm which is building embarrassingly quickly. “needy little thing, aren't you?” you tease him. “such a dirty thing… my dirty boy.” you mutter and as if on cue, he tips over the edge and cums again with a small cry of pain and pleasure.

you give him a few moments to calm down before you straddle him, pressing your lips to his bruised ones in a reassuring kiss. he gasps into your mouth as he feels your slick entrance against him, hips involuntarily bucking upwards. “fuck…” he mutters softly. “i don’t know if i can cum again…” he mutters, head foggy. “you’re not gonna leave me high and dry, are you?” you ask playfully. he frowns and shakes his head.

“colour?” you ask. although you were desperate for release, you weren’t about to make him uncomfortable or do something he wasn’t ok with. timothée seems to be in thought for a moment before he looks at you. “green.” and as if an afterthought, “fuck me…”

you can't hold back the smile which is plastered on your face. “what was that?” you tease him, wanting to see how far you can push him off the edge. “please, ma’am… fuck me. fuck me, use me. wanna make you cum too.”

the lust which you feel must be quite prominent on your face as he whines softly, hands grabbing your hips in an attempt to pull you down on him but you resist, hand yanking his head back by the hair again. the angle exposes his marked up neck and you internally scream at how good his jawline looks from this provocative angle.

you dip your head down, placing your lips near his ear, “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.” you murmur as you rake your nails up and down his heaving chest, a shiver escaping him as you pass lightly over his nipple.

your smug smile turns into a smirk as you watch the wrecked man below you. you feel a sense of pride as you wrap your hand around his throat and hear the moan which escapes him. the power which you hold and feel in this moment is intoxicating and you don't think you’ll ever get enough of it. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.” you whisper before kissing him harshly and pulling back to get a better look at his face.

timothée opens his mouth but whatever he was about to say gets stuck in his throat as you sink yourself down on his cock, a broken whine being released in place of his lost words. he throws his head back and you feel your own tilt slightly, the pleasure hitting you both as your walls clench around him. “fucking hell.” you can't stop yourself from gasping, moving your hips ever so slightly.

you bounce up and down, the sound of lewd clapping filling the room along with your mixed moans. “harder…” his breathy words are barely audible but you manage to pick them up and quickly obey, quickening your pace and tightening the grip on his throat to sturdy yourself.

your eyes bore into his and he squirms even more as pain, pleasure and excitement course through his tired body. his hands paw at your breasts as his breaths come out in sharp bursts. you would’ve laughed at his sheer desperation but you aren't any better, legs quivering and mouth open in a silent moan as you feel a heat build quickly in your lower abdomen.

his fingers clamp down on your hips, most likely giving you bruises, as his eyes shut tightly and head tilts backwards. you release your grip on his neck and lean down to attach your lips to his now exposed flesh, moving your hand up to thread through his hair instead. your free hand travels down your body before it reaches your clit and rubs fast circles on the sensitive spot, your orgasm approaching just as quickly as timothée’s.

before you know it, a strong feeling of pleasure washes over you as you reach your high and you collapse, bitting down on timothée’s neck, forcing him over the edge with you as strings of ‘fuck’s escapes him.

you gently kiss the area which you had previously assaulted with your teeth in an attempt to apologise. the two of you lay in each other's embrace, deep and erratic breaths being the only sound in the once noisy room. you slightly wriggle on top of him at the odd feeling of his cum dripping down your thigh. from below you, timothée groans and you feel him twitch inside you.

you lift your head up and raise a brow at him. he blushes bashfully and avoids your gaze, “i liked it.” you laughed lightly, “good to know but which part are you referring to?” you asked, not fully expecting an answer but he doesn’t seem to mind indulging your teasing question. “you being in control… it was nice…” he blush deepens even further.

you can't help smirking at his shy demeanour, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “so what i’m hearing is,” you place a gentle kiss on his cheek, “you wouldn't be opposed to doing this again?” he smiles at you, “not at all.” he leans up slightly to kiss you, arms wrapping around you to bring you even closer to him if possible.

you shiver lightly when you feel him pull out slightly and then push himself back inside you. “so needy…” you mutter between kisses. “you made me like this.” he retorts with a grin. “well then,” you start, helping his movements along, “i guess i should fix it then.”

his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of you overstimulating him once more. it was going to be a long night. certainly one neither of you would forget.

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#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet smut #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x fem!reader #timothee chamalet x dom!reader #sub!timothee #fem!reader #dom!reader #dom!fem!reader #smut

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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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I'm getting so used to not being anon on other blogs I'm forgetting the - N

nah, it's good. i figured it was you with how you were panicking over max but same so i can't judge </3

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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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... sub james potter help - N

don't be shy, put some more :D

kinda cringed at that but it's accurate and i rlly want to hear more 😭😭

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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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I JUST READ IT AND GOODNESS THE FIC WAS SO GOOD MAX MAYFIELD MY LOVE I JUST JXVJSVLS SO GOOD LOVED IT

OMG THANK YOU!! AND YOUR REQS- AHHHHH!

got my mind racing and me gay panicking at the thought of the ones with sadie and jenna- and bloody hell, the ones with regulus <333

dude, honestly thank you so much for the support and ideas! (and i say dude in a totally gender neutral way 😭 a lot of ppl get kinda offended-) and dw, i deleted the req which wasn't anonymous :)

literally can't say how happy i am that you enjoyed it. i got a few reqs which i still have to do but i will definitely be working my way to your ones cause they're so good wtf <3

anyway, thank you again, love ya!!!

#love this person.

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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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would you be able to write a max mayfield x reader (m or gn!reader) with the 20th prompt under your smut/steamy dialogue prompts?

Shy

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pairing: sub!max mayfield x dom!gn reader

summary: your girlfriend, max, has been acting up recently but when she decides to take it out on you as well as your friends, you snap and make sure to remind her who’s in charge.

warnings: smut, slight degrading at some points (also use of the word "slut" once), fingering, little bit of hair pulling, risky sex

word count: 2k

a/n: hi anon, after writing this i noticed that it could pretty much work for anyone so i stuck with a gn!reader, hope that's fine and that you enjoy this fic! also, not sure if the dynamic is what you were looking for, sorry if it’s not what you had in mind.

prompt: “aww, getting all shy, are we? what happened to that attitude you had earlier?”

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE. I REPEAT, EVERYONE IN THIS FIC IS OVER 18!

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you’re sitting in mike’s basement along with the rest of your friends, laughing loudly at dustin's failed attempt to shotgun a can of beer. after seeing eleven do it successfully, he thought it was a no brainer. guess he was wrong.

“dude that was awful!” lucas calls out, tears forming in his eyes from laughing so much. “yeah well i’d like to see you try!” dustin shouts defensively. “c’mon man, even el could do a better job than you!” you poke fun at him which earns you a glare from dustin and an offended “what’s that supposed to mean?” from eleven.

your arm is draped over your girlfriend's shoulders while your other hand drums a light rhythm on the exposed flesh of her leg. you look down and smile at the redhead, her blue eyes glancing at you before looking away, a huff escaping her mouth. you sigh in slight annoyance, knowing that her attitude hasn’t died down yet.

max has been acting like this for the past day or so, all because you had to miss date night to finish a group project with a chick in your ethics class. whether it was jealousy or plain frustration at missing time with you, you didn't know.

you decide to let her attitude slip for the time being. seeing as you were in the company of others, you didn't want to bring attention to the issue at hand. “you good, max?” your gaze lands on mike who is looking at max in confusion. well, there goes your attempt of not bringing her bad mood into light.

“why wouldn't i be?” her voice is sharp and you stop the movement of your hand on her leg. “it’s just a question, no need to get so defensive.” mike says, raising his hands in defeat. you swear you almost see red when max throws your arm off her shoulders and rips your hand off her leg.

“i’m going to get another drink.” she says before she storms up the stairs while the rest of you watch, the others in shock and you in frustration.

“what was that about?” eleven asks and you quickly notice that she’s looking at you. “i’m not sure,” you lie, “guess she’s had a bad day.” they seem to be content enough with your answer but you figure it’s best if you go after her. at least that way you’ll be able to call her out in private.

you get up from the chair you were previously lounging on and make your way to the staircase. “i’m gonna check on her.” you say as you start climbing the stairs. you hear a chorus of acknowledgments from the other 4 before you shut the basement door behind you, just in case someone hears your conversation from down there.

max is standing in the kitchen, glass of water in hand as she leans against the counter. she hasn't noticed your appearance so you admire her silently. her fiery locks which frame her pale face and the light, barely there, freckles which adorn it. her striking blue eyes which usually hold so much love. the way her shorts make her legs look so much longer than they are, giving her the illusion of a greater height. she could pass as an angel if you didn't already know how much of a brat she was.

“mind telling me what’s your problem?” your voice makes her visibly tense up and you could swear you saw a flicker of guilt in her eyes before her body returns to its nonchalant stance and expression.

“nothing.” she spits, not making eye contact with you. your blood slowly starts to boil at her tone but you force an unamused look on your face. you walk closer to her and stand on the other side of the counter from her and lean forward so that your faces are centimeters apart before whispering, “bullshit.”

her eyes finally look at yours and if you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn she was going to apologise right then and there. but, as you suspected, she doesn't. she’s a stubborn one, you'll give her that.

“you’re talking bullshit.” is all she says before stepping back from the counter and towards the sink to wash her, now empty, glass. you finally snap and quickly walk up to her, finding joy in the way her body reacts when you press your chest against her back and lean down so that your lips are against her ear.

“watch your mouth, you hear me?” you say lowly and smirk slightly when you hear her shaky intake of air. “or what? you can't tell me what to do.” her words are intended to be defiant but the waiver in her voice takes all meaning away from them.

your hands come around and grab ahold of the sink, effectively trapping her in place. “oh, really? is that so?” your voice is mocking and you press against her even harder, causing a quiet gasp to be pulled from her as she starts to feel incredibly small in comparison to you. “wanna try saying that again?”

she remains silent and you chuckle, arms wrapping around her waist. “i asked you if you wanna say that again, max.” your head dips down to place feather light kisses on the side of her neck and a blush slowly starts to appear on her cheeks. “no…” she whispers breathlessly. “is that so? well then,” you quickly spin her around to look her in the eyes, “mind telling me what the fuck is your problem? you’re not petty enough to still be upset over me missing a night with you, are you?”

she looks down slightly, refusing to meet your eyes. “my god… you are, aren't you? you're jealous.” your eyes widen. yes, you had suspected it was the issue but you’re still shocked at how unsure of herself and you she is. your anger dwindles at the thought of her possibly worrying if she was good enough.

“max…” she still avoids eye contact. “max.” you say more forcefully. her blue orbs finally meet your own and you bring a hand up to cup her flushed face. “there’s nothing to be jealous of. you’re all i could ever need or want.”

a small smile appears on her face and you lean down to plant a kiss on her upturned lips. “i love you.” you whisper as your other hand makes its way towards her ass. she takes a shaky breath as she feels you push her impossibly closer to your body. “but then again,” you trail off, placing a hot kiss on the base of her throat, “it doesn’t excuse your behaviour. especially your reaction to the others.”

her cheeks are aflame but deep down she's excited. she knows what's going to happen and, if she’s being honest with herself, she was hoping for this reaction. she wanted you to put her in her place and show her how much you love her. she wanted you to remind her who she belongs to and who you belonged to.

you continue your attacks on her exposed neck and slide the hand that was on her face down to her shoulder and then her waist, gripping it tightly before playing with the waistband of her shorts teasingly.

she sighs in pleasure as she feels your cold fingers creep into her shorts and her panties, coming into contact with her sensitive heat. “so wet…” you murmur. “you were hoping for this, weren't you?” you hiss, your unoccupied hand squeezing her waist even tighter. “answer me, love.” your fingers start to slowly explore the aroused area.

“yeah…” her voice is small and you can hear that she’s trying her hardest to not moan. “aww, getting all shy, are we? what happened to that attitude you had earlier?” you tease her, wanting to utterly break her before you gave her the satisfaction of getting off.

any smart responses she was thinking quickly died as she gasps loudly when she feels your fingers enter her. you knew this was insanely risky, anyone who entered the kitchen would be able to figure out what was going on, your position was compromising, that's for sure. her flushed and needy face, the airy sounds which escape her parted lips, your hand in her pants and the steady movement of it as you pump them in and out of her. it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to see that you were busy fingering your girlfriend in your friend's kitchen.

“you like this, hmm?” you egg her on, your fingers gradually picking up their pace. “you like being reminded that you’re mine?” your words only fuel her reactions and she hides her face in your chest in an attempt to muffle her moans. you don’t like this and remove the hand which grips her waist to tug at her hair, forcing her head up to look at you.

“none of that. let me know how good i’m making you feel.” you feel her body shiver and you let out a low laugh at how submissive she is. “you done acting like a brat? you’re not gonna give me that attitude again, are you?” she shakes her head, “no… not gonna be a brat… wanna cum…” she breathes out.

“so needy. so fucking desperate. you’re gonna cum are you? gonna cum right out in the open?” you see the slight and brief moment of panic upon remembering how exposed she is but her body doesn't seem to care as she grinds her hips against your hand and her eyes roll back. “so filthy… getting off to the thought of someone being able to walk in and see how much of a slut you are for me.”

you force her head down to look at herself. “you see how pathetic you look? how ready you are to cum all over my hand?” her eyes close in pleasure. “look at yourself.” you command and her eyes slowly open to gaze down at the sight of your skilled fingers entering and existing her dripping cunt.

you feel her clench around you and you speed up your movements. “please…” she whispers, her small hands coming up to grip your arms as she fights to keep her eyes open. you smile and lean down to place more kisses on her neck. slowly making your way up to her ear, you whisper, “cum.”

that’s all it takes for her to snap, eyes finally closing as her mouth falls open in a silent scream when a wave of intense pleasure courses through her entire body.

you place endless kisses on any exposed flesh you can reach, whispering sweet nothings to her as she comes down from her high. you remove your hand from her panties and she reflexively opens her mouth for you. you smirk and place your glistening digits in your own mouth instead, humming at the taste and she whines at the sight, trying to grind herself onto your thigh but you quickly stop her.

“not so fast. i'm not done. go wait in the car.” her eyes shine with anticipation and excitement and you smile at the sight, kissing her before nodding your head towards the front door, a silent command to hurry up. she obeys quickly and you watch in amusement when she glances at you.

“i’m gonna go excuse us from the others. i’ll be right there.” she nods and closes the door behind her before walking quickly to your car and climbing in the front seat. her legs bounce excitedly as her mind races with thoughts of what you’re going to do when you get back home.

you climb in the car after another 10 minutes, a mischievous look in her eyes which makes her question what happened.

“guess you weren't as quiet as you thought you were.” her face flushes yet again but she can't bring herself to care at that moment. her head is still foggy and lust clouds her mind as she pictures the night ahead of her.

she got exactly what she wanted. you made sure to remind her who she belonged to and you also made sure to show her how much you belonged to her. she fell asleep in your arms with a content smile on her face that night and you couldn't stop the feeling of utter adoration when you looked at her sleeping figure.

you were both completely whipped and neither of you minded.

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