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you're mine

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

summary: jeremiah takes you to a party on the beach, and things don't go the way you planned. you end up leaving the party early out of frustration, but a turn of events causes the night to become better than you were expecting it to be.

requested by: @gillybear17 (read request here)

warnings: fighting, name-calling, smut, fem!receiving, fingering. minors dni, 18+ only!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i've been pretty busy lately so sorry this took longer than expected! also, i wrote this quickly and i'm posting without proofreading first, so i apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lmao

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Summers in Cousins were your favorite time of the year, so much so that you counted down the days until your trip down to visit starting from the day that you left the year before. Your family stayed at the house next to the one owned by the Fisher family, and you, the two boys, and Belly and Stephen Conklin had been inseparable since you were able to walk. Spending the summer with people that were close to your age meant that you were all trusted you to go out whenever you wanted to, as long as you promised that you would be careful with one another each time. That was why all of you had headed to the beach that night when someone had mentioned a party happening to Jeremiah and Steven. The group had dispersed shortly after you had arrived, and you and Jeremiah had been hanging around by the campfire that had been set up. You walked over to the coolers that someone had brought in search of something to drink for the two of you while Jeremiah was going to find Steven to talk to him about a customer at their work earlier in the day. You turned around a few minutes later with two drinks in your hand, your eyes scanning for where Jeremiah had disappeared to in the large crowd. Your eyes finally found him, a frown instantly forming on his face once you saw Gigi, the girl that had practically been throwing herself at Jeremiah lately, talking to him. You started to make your way over to the pair when you saw her rest her hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, a foreign feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

Pushing through it, you finally came to stand a few feet away from your boyfriend just as Gigi was leaning up to press her lips against Jeremiah's, and you'd had enough. The second Jeremiah pushed her away your fist collided with her cheek, Gigi stepping backwards and holding her face with a gasp.

"What was that for?" she exclaimed, a dumbfounded look on her face that made you want to beat her up until her face caved in.

"You know exactly what that was for, slut," you said back to her, making Jeremiah's eyes go wide.

"Hey, why don't we-" he began, though you were already storming off towards the car that Jeremiah drove you to the beach in.

He sighed, beginning to run after you, but you didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

"Y/N-"

"Jeremiah, please just shut up," you mumbled angrily, your gaze out the window the entire trip back home.

Before you could get out and head back to his place, Jeremiah grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his family's house, making you sigh.

"I'm not talking with you about this right now," you exclaimed as quietly as you could, knowing that Susannah and Laurel were probably asleep already.

"But we need to talk, Y/N," Jeremiah said, dragging you up the stairs behind him and shutting his door, making sure to lock it so that it would take you longer to escape if you tried to make a run for it.

"Gigi kissed me, not the other way around. I don't feel anything for her."

"Could've fooled me," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You seemed like you felt something for her when you were flirting with her before she kissed you."

"That wasn't flirting, Y/N, that was talking. She was trying to flirt with me, but I was turning down her advances."

You rolled your eyes at his words that might have been true but you couldn't be sure about, heading towards the door to leave.

"Y/N, wait," Jeremiah called, and you turned around to face him once more.

"Just leave me alone, Jeremiah," you exclaimed, but before you could turn around to leave, Jeremiah walked over towards you.

Bracing both of his palms on the door around your face to effectively trap you where you were, Jeremiah leaned in and pressed his lips against you harshly, the act making your knees weak despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him so badly.

He pulled away a few moments later, and you got lost in his gorgeous eyes. A small smile formed on his face, and one hand moved down to cup your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am," he whispered, and it was all you could do to not absolutely collapse under his stare.

"Fine," you mumbled out, and Jeremiah was quick to attach his lips to yours again.

His other hand moved down to press against your lower back, slowly shifting downwards to squeeze your ass. You let out a groan into his mouth, and the boy smirked as he continued to kiss you like his live depended on it.

Jeremiah moved his hand around you so it was now resting on your stomach, fingers so close to where you were desperate for him to move them to. His fingers slowly trailed down, moving under the hem of your way-too-short dress to grip your thigh underneath it.

"This thing is tiny," he whispered against your lips. "One wrong move and anyone could've seen anything."

"Maybe that was the point," you whispered back.

He was quick to brush his fingertips against you through your underwear, the fabric soaking wet from his teasing.

"God, you're drenched," he said softly, and you quickly pressed your lips against him again.

"Please," you whispered against his mouth, and the boy began to trace his fingers up and down your underwear.

You began to whine, your hips bucking upwards against his hand as you begged him to do more. Jeremiah laughed, eyes scanning yours as he moved the fabric aside, ran two fingers through your folds, and brought them back up to slide into his mouth.

You let out a choked gasp, your hips cantering forward once again as you felt your body practically humming with desire. Jeremiah let out a laugh as he saw how desperate you were, pecking your lips once again before repeating the same process as before. His soaked fingers traveled up to swirl at your clit instead, and you had to bite your tongue to stop the loud moan that was begging to fall from your lips.

"Good girl," Jeremiah whispered, and your hips practically slamming forward into his had him moving his other hand to press your hip against the door, halting tour movements.

His fingers began to ever-so-slowly trace shapes against your bundle of nerves, feeling so good but not nearly being able to get you anywhere.

"Jeremiah," you panted, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

"Hm?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Please," you softly whined, your eyes slamming shut with frustration and your head bowing forward.

"This isn't enough?" he asked sweetly, moving his hand away completely and causing you to let out a soft cry. "What about this?"

His middle finger moved down to slip inside of you, curling so that he could brush against the spongy spot that made your toes curl every time. Your hands quickly moved to brace yourself on Jeremiah's shoulders, and the boy began to slowly thrust his his finger in and out until you couldn't take it anymore.

"More, please," you practically cried out, and one look at Jeremiah's face told you that more was what you were going to get.

Two more of his fingers slid inside of you this time, and he started to quickly fuck you with them. Your head dropped forward almost immediately, and you bit down on his shoulder to stop yourself from being much louder, though you did still let out soft sounds that you couldn't help.

Feeling how badly you were quivering in his arms, Jeremiah moved his thumb back out to quickly circle your clit once again, your head falling back against the door with a thud.

"Shh, gotta be quiet for me," Jeremiah said, and you let out a muffled whine while nodding.

His fingers kept up their relentless pace, three of them prodding as far inside of you as he could possibly get them to go and the other turning your legs into absolute jelly as you felt your orgasm approaching. You clenched around Jeremiah's fingers, your hips moving against his with each thrust as you chased your high.

"You're mine," Jeremiah murmured in your ear, your eyes rolling backwards from his words. "Come for me, pretty girl."

Jeremiah pressed his lips against yours as you let out a cry, the tightly-wound coil inside of you breaking as your orgasm finally washed over you. Jeremiah helped you ride it out, his fingers still brushing against your walls and his thumb slowing down their circling on your clit until you were trembling in his arms from the aftershocks and overstimulation.

He pulled his fingers away from you and immediately slid them into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips at the sight. You could still feel yourself clenching around nothing, gasping at the feeling.

"Never forget that," Jeremiah said, making your absolutely-fucked-out eyes meet his, the smirk on his face driving you insane.

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jareausbau · 2 years

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the party

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary: you and conrad head to a party on the beach, where you run into your ex boyfriend. after a fight breaks out between the two guys, you head back to the fisher house and conrad shows you who you really belong to.

requested by: @gillybear17 (read request here)

warnings: fighting, name-calling, swearing, minor injury, mention of alcohol, smut, rough sex, choking, fem!receiving. minors dni, 18+ only!

word count: 2.4k

a/n: it’s been a long time since i wrote any smut, so hopefully this didn’t suck too badly haha. also, i’m new to writing on tumblr so lmk if there’s any warnings i should add!

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Your hair billowed in the soft breeze that blew past the car, a laugh falling from your lips at the way car rides in Cousins could always lift your mood up instantly. You stuck your arm out the window, letting the wind brush against your fingers as you watched the people that were out walking as you passed by. When you had gotten out of the car you slipped your hand into Conrad's as you both ventured down onto the beach that the party you were attending was being held at.

The two of you grabbed drinks for yourself from the many coolers people had brought, deciding to walk around and talk to some of your friends for a little while. A Bluetooth speaker was hooked up to someone's phone, and you often found yourself humming along to the beats of songs as you strolled around. The song changed to one of your favorites, and Conrad laughed as he looked down at you.

"It's like they just knew that you'd be here," he teased, and you nudged his arm.

"Come on, let's dance," you said with a smile, Conrad groaning jokingly.

"Really?" he asked, and when you nodded excitedly he couldn't help but give in.

You wrapped your arms around Conrad's neck as his moved down to your hips, smiles on both of your faces as your eyes met. You began to softly sing along to the song that was being played, and Conrad couldn't help but fall in love with you even more in that moment.

"What are you doing here, slut?" you heard someone call suddenly, eyes moving over to your left and your breath catching in your throat.

There, standing there with a beer can in his right hand, was your ex boyfriend Nathan. You had met him a few years ago at the country club while working with Jeremiah and Steven, and the two of you had gone out a few times. At the end of the summer you found out he was actually several years older than he said he was, as he was leaving town to go back to his senior year of college, and you broke up with him after finding him hooking up with one of the other girls around your age that was at a luncheon one day for the debutante ball.

"What did you just say?" Conrad asked, the two of you having stopped dancing and were now just standing there.

"Oh, she heard me," Nathan smirked. "I said, she's a slut."

"Last time I checked, you were the one hooking up with every girl in Cousins that looked in your direction that summer," you replied, making the boy laugh.

"Whatever you say, bitch."

"Get away from her," Conrad interrupted, stepping away from you and moving to stand in between you and Nathan.

"Or what?" Nathan taunted, stepping closer to Conrad.

"Come on, let's go," you said, putting a hand on Conrad's shoulder. "He's not worth it."

"Neither are you, so I'm glad I got away from you while I still could."

That was all it took for Conrad to snap, stepping forward to punch Nathan in the face. Your mouth fell open in shock and your eyes grew wide, jumping backwards slightly.

"Leave her alone," Conrad said as the two fought, and you suddenly grew worried that Nathan would somehow knock Conrad out.

"Guys, stop!" you called out, moving to the side of where the two boys were fighting and trying to squeeze in to break the fight up.

Nathan went to swing for Conrad's face just as you managed to get in the middle of them, Nathan's fist colliding with your cheek and knocking you backwards into Conrad's chest.

"Don't you dare touch her," Conrad all-but-yelled.

I turned around to face the boy that had an unreadable fire in his eyes, pushing him backwards.

"Come on, Conrad," you said, and one glance down at you and one more up at Nathan had him grabbing your arm and pulling you away.

The two of you walked across the beach in the direction of the cars, Conrad angrily dropping your arm and leaving you to follow behind him nervously the rest of the way there.

The ride home was silent and you stared out the window the entire time, your eyes dancing across the different signature items that made Cousins the town that it was. When you had gotten back to the Fisher house, you let out a shaky breath as you watched Conrad pretty much slam the car door shut behind him. You were suddenly worried that you had done something wrong, and that Conrad was acting like he was mad at the world right now because he was actually mad at you.

"Conrad?" you asked after following him inside, and you found him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

"You should've let me beat the crap out of that guy," he mumbled, making you sigh as you sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of him.

"And then what? They throw you in jail, or something?"

Conrad looked up at you and raised an eyebrow, making you smile softly.

"I'm sorry I didn't let you kill him," you said, and Conrad let out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I wasn't planning on killing him," Conrad protested, but you could tell by his tone that he wasn't as opposed to the idea as he was claiming to be.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against Conrad's, hearing him let out a sigh.

"Thank you for being my knight in shining armor, Conrad Fisher," you whispered teasingly, making Conrad smile as you let out a quiet laugh.

"Shut up," he mumbled as he jokingly swatted at your arm and you dodged his hand.

"Make me," you replied as a go-to response that popped into your head, but your joking reply made the mood in the room shift quickly.

Conrad's eyes met yours and the two of you stared at each other with baited breaths.

"Yeah?" he whispered a few moments later, and after a few more moments passed you nodded.

"Yeah...make me."

Conrad's lips were attached to yours almost immediately after you finished your reply, your hands falling to rest on top of his knees and his reaching over to grip your thighs. You quickly stood up and moved to straddle his lap, one of Conrad's hands on your lower back and the other gripping your shoulder from behind. Your hands moved up to tangle themselves in his brunette locks, tugging slightly and pulling a choked-out groan from his lips that had your hips cantering forward.

You frantically slipped your hands under Conrad's shirt and began to scratch at his chest, your hips beginning to grind down into his and making you both let out soft moans into the kiss. Conrad's hands moved to slide up the back of your shirt, his fingertips brushing against the band of your bra, impatiently waiting for him to move his fingers to unclasp it. You pulled away from the kiss, your eyes meeting his as you both tried to get some more air back into your lungs.

"Upstairs," you whispered, and Conrad was quick to grab your legs, lifting you up off of the couch and carrying you upstairs and into his room.

You shut and locked his door behind you both as quietly as you could, Conrad gently dropping your body down onto his bed before climbing up it to where his body was hovering over yours. He slipped his shirt off over his head before grabbing the hem of yours and pulling it upwards as well, leaving you there in a black lacy bra and a pair of jean shorts. Conrad leaned down to press a line of kisses up from the band of your shorts up to the patch of skin between your breasts, making your body arch up into his mouth as you internally begged for him to do something.

His mouth traveled up further until he reached your neck, biting your skin and making you let out a soft moan while screwing your eyes shut. After nipping and sucking in the same spot for some time he pulled away, rubbing his thumb over the bruising skin with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not going to be able to hide that," you panted, watching as Conrad shrugged. "Your mom's gonna see. Or Jeremiah."

"Good," he said, pressing his lips to yours. "Let the whole town see. Let them know exactly what happened."

You felt a rush go through your body at his words, desperate beyond belief as a whine fell from your lips. You leaned up to bury your head in the crook of his neck, biting his skin in response. He met your eyes after you pulled away before he was sitting back up, pulling his own shorts off and watching as you impatiently squirmed.

"Conrad, please just touch me already," you begged, Conrad's eyes turning darker immediately as he moved back over you, one hand moving to rest on your stomach as his fingertips began to ghost across it.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck and then another to your earlobe.

"I'm touching you right now," he whispered, causing a shiver to go up your spine.

The boy smirked at the way your body immediately reacted to every word that fell from his lips. He knew that he could ask you to do literally anything and you would do it for him because of the spell you were under, finding that to be so hot.

"Not what I mean," you whined, and he was quick to stop his movements, making you whimper as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

"Then show me," Conrad said, holding out one of his hands for you to take.

You pressed your legs together tightly at his words, and Conrad let out a 'tsk' as he noticed. He shorts his hand down to spread your legs apart, cupping your throbbing cunt through your jeans. You let out a loud moan, the seam of the jeans pressing against you and giving you some pressure but not nearly as much as you needed. Conrad pressed his lips to yours in a quick peck.

"Gotta be quiet, Y/N. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded your head frantically, your entire body turning to putty in his hands. Conrad Fisher could pretty much ask you to do just about anything and you would do it for him, no matter what the consequences were.

He slipped his hand inside of your shorts, his pointer finger dancing across your soaking wet folds through the material of your underwear. He groaned, hips pressing forward into the bed to relieve some of the pressure wound up inside of him. His finger dipped inside of you slightly, and you choked on a gasp that fell from your lips at the feeling. Conrad moved his fingers up to circle your clit, quickly pressing his lips to yours to stifle the moan that fell from your lips. He loved how vocal he could make you when you had sex together, but right now wasn't the time for that when you weren't home alone.

His fingers sped up and you felt your lower stomach start to burn with ecstasy, grabbing his wrist and effectively halting his movements. Wanting to tease you, his finger moved slightly every few seconds, making your hips jolt as you tried to stave off your impending orgasm.

"Conrad, I need you," you cried softly, grabbing his shoulders tightly. "Please, Con."

He was quick to reach over to grab a condom from inside of the dresser next to his bed, pulling off his boxers in the process. He moaned softly as he slipped it onto his sensitive cock, the noise shooting straight to your core.

"Fuck," you moaned, and Conrad was quick to move so his body hovered over yours once again.

"You ready?" he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your neck while his fingers rubbed small circles against your hip.

"Yes," you whined, and Conrad didn't hesitate before bottoming out completely inside of you.

You let out a soft cry as you felt his tip brush against the deepest points inside of you that your fingers could never reach, Conrad groaning as your walls clenched around him. He pressed his lips back against yours, your tongues fighting for dominance as he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you again and again. You broke the kiss as you struggled to get air into your lungs, stifling a whine as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You screwed your eyes shut, too exhausted to keep them open much longer.

"You know," Conrad began, knowing just how much his words turned you on. "Nathan was wrong earlier."

"Why are we bringing Nathan into this?" you managed to get out with a slight laugh, making Conrad laugh as well.

"You were never his slut," he said, watching as your eyes opened back up to meet his in confusion. "You're only a slut for me."

You threw your head back as his head moved down to latch onto one of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he palmed the other roughly with his hand. He sped up his movements, his hips practically slamming into yours with each thrust.

"You're mine," Conrad whispered, his breath dancing across your earlobe before he softly bit the end of it.

"Yours," you whimpered, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. "All yours."

Conrad slipped his hand up to wrap around your throat, applying a little pressure and making you choke out a breath.

"Shut up," he whispered seductively. "Don't want anyone hearing you, do we?"

Your eyes rolled back and your body arched as waves of pleasure washed over you, Conrad helping you ride out your high while pressing soft kisses across your chest. His name fell from your lips in a whisper that had his hips stuttering as he fell apart as well, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You let out a breathy laugh after Conrad removed his hand from your neck, leaning over to press your lips against his. One of your hands moved to cup the back of Conrad's head, keeping his forehead pressed against yours after you pulled away.

"I'm sorry he was such a jerk earlier," you whispered, eyes searching his as your fingers played with his hair. "But thank you for being there for me."

"Always," Conrad replied immediately, making your smile grow wider.

Conrad cupped your cheek, smiling himself as he brushed his thumb over your soft skin.

"I'll always be there for you, no questions asked. Especially if it means that this will always happen afterwards," he teased, making you both laugh as you pressed your lips to his once again.

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