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you're still my favorite girl - vol. two

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary: after chris and his childhood best friend reveal their true feelings for one another, they end up going to bed beside one another hot and bothered. what happened when they wake up and those feelings, physically and emotionally, never went away?

//t.w// smut, soft!dom chris, sub!oc, , fingering,, use of "ma'" and "mamas", stomach bulging, mild sub space moment, mild overstimulation, lots of dirty talk.

As the morning sun drew brighter and higher in the sky, it crept through the curtains of my bedroom, casting a warm light directly on my eyes. I blinked them open, one at a time, scrunching each open side to help soothe the ache of the alarming brightness.

Upon coming to, I felt a pressure on my chest. Nothing strong or harsh, but a presence in front of me as I lied on my side. My arm lied heavy against a smaller object and I realized the position I was currently in.

With her back pressed against my chest, sweatshirt and pants long gone, my sickly sweet Isabelle Lavigne slept peacefully beside me, her back arched and ass pressed against me. I allowed my hands to slip under the hem of her shirt and travel the expanse of her stomach, reaching to cup her underboob and then all the way back down to her hip. I pressed my hips into hers and hooked my ankle over hers. Pushing her hair away from her neck, I placed a gentle kiss on the warm skin below her ear.

"My beautiful sunshine angel," I whispered to myself. I felt her stir beside me slightly, a whine scratching her throat as her muscles stretched. My hand stopped moving on her stomach as I felt her subconsciously press herself back into me.

"Chris," She croaked with her adorable morning voice, "What are mumbling about?" She questioned, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling onto her back? throwing her forearm onto her forehead.

"Nothin'," I answered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm away from her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes, "Just thinkin 'bout how beautiful you are."

"Oh, is that the new thing?" She blinked her eyes open and smiled at me.

"What? Calling you beautiful?" I asked, to which she nodded, "Don't act like that, a new thing, Belle. I've always called you beautiful." My hands roamed the expanse of her body, around her stomach and waist and down to her thighs and knees. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her over and into my side before locking my hand under her knee and pulling her leg over my body.

"Chris.." She drawled out, as her body thumped into mine.

"What? I'm just making sure you're comfortable," I teased. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as my hands found hers. They rubbed up and down the length of her sides and down to squeeze her exposed ass. My eyes bore into hers until they closed when I gripped the skin tight enough to bruise. She bit her lip and moaned softly, her back arching making her press her hips down into mine. I could feel how wet she was through her panties.

"Chris, please," She begged, her eyes blinking open and looking so innocent.

"Please, what?" I asked, reaching up to her back to push her chest down to mine. I pressed a kiss against her cheek before finishing, "How am I supposed to know what you want?"

"Don't make me say it," She blushed and turned away from me. My hand wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look back at me.

"Oh, you know better than that, baby,"

"Please touch me," She finally found the words.

"Not so hard, huh?" I teased, wrapping one arm around her ass and one around her shoulder so that I could flip her over onto her back.

She smiled a cheeky smile before saying, "Well," and gesturing down to bulge in my boxers.

"Shut the fuck up," I breathed, before leaning down to her face and capturing her lips in mine. Her hands found my back and slid up under my shoulders before tickling down my spine. My back arched and my smile broke the kiss.

"I really want to feel your hands on my body ma', I do," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, "but if I'm laughing while I'm trying to kiss you, we're gonna have to put them away. And I really don't want to do that."

"Okay, I'm sorry," She bit her lip.

"One, you have nothing to be sorry for. Two, put that lip back where it belongs." I said and pulled it from between her lips. "Now let's take care of my favorite girl, hm?".

I leaned back from her chest and sat back on my knees but snaked an arm behind her to pull her up with me. I grasped the hem of my hoodie that adorned her body, pausing for a moment to remember this moment. I, Christopher Sturniolo, was about to pull my sweatshirt off of this woman's body to expose my half-naked best friend. What a morning...

Third Person Point of View

Chris slowly bunched the thick material around her waist and over her chest and she raised her arms for her to rip it off. He avoided looking until it was fully gone and she was left in nothing but her underwear. He blinked his eyes down to her breasts and took his time admiring each one. His large hands cupped her B-cup tits and massaged them in his hands. She whined in response and bucked her hips up toward his. One hand dropped her breasts and pushed her hips back down to the bed.

"Patience, ma'," He sighed looking in her eyes before darting his own back to her body, "I wanna take my time with you."

His hands dragged down her stomach and sides and down to her hips where he fiddled with the lacy trim of her panties. He continued to touch her thighs, his fingertips tickling the soft skin. He hooked his hands under her knees and slowly separated her thighs.

Vulnerability took Isabelle over and suddenly grew very nervous. She took in a deep breath, one all too similar to the kind Matt takes when he's getting anxious.

"Hey, you okay?" He checks, releasing a leg and reaching up to cup her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Just a bit nervous, s'all." She assures.

"Ya' sure?" She nods and he makes his way back down to her thighs. He separated her legs again and allowed his hands to fall down the outside of thighs and to her panties again. He grips the hem of them in his slender fingers and pulls them down and over her knees. He unhooks them from her ankles and tosses them elsewhere. Isabelle's legs instinctively closed again and this time, Chris gripped her knees tightly and threw them apart, "Keep these. Right here. I'm not gonna tell you again."

Chris was always a more dominant person. Within his past relationship, hook-ups, and even friendships, he always took on a dominant, sometimes fatherly role. With Isabelle, he was always very protective and casually dominant. Making sure she ate, tying her shoes for her, and scolding her when necessary. Chris has always imagined how much of a brat or how much of a sub she was in bed and Isabelle has always wondered just how dominant Chris could be. And neither of them could lie, this was exactly what they had hoped for.

"Yes sir," She nodded quickly, swallowing thickly.

Chris' gaze diverted to her most private area. The sight he was met with was heavenly. Entirely bare, smooth and so incredibly wet was his, soon to not be, best friend's pussy. He bit his lip and looked up to the ceiling, silently begging for forgiveness for the thoughts he was having.

"So pretty, baby," He cooed, "So fuckin' gorgeous. And just for me, right?" His voice dropped.

"Yes, yes. Only you. Belongs to you." She whimpered as her hips writhed against the bed. She wanted to, no, she needed him to touch her.

"That's right," He whispered and reached out to drag his fingers through her folds, "So pink and wet and all mine."

His touch lit Isabelle on fire. His fingertips grazed over her clit and her breath hitched in her throat. His cold fingers dragged over her core again and slid down to her entrance, "Gotta open you up a bit first, mama."

She whined as his fingers slid inside of her, going deeper and deeper with every second. The pressure inside of her so foreign, as she hadn't been touched in months, "Chris," she breathed.

"What, baby? Feel good?" He coaxed

"Yes, Chris. You know it does," She breathed as her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. He continued his work inside of her, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of her. All she could do was writhe and whimper due to the pleasure coursing through her body and he just watched in awe of her beauty.

"Chris," She gasped, shooting her eyes open, "Chris, I'm gonna cum!" She exclaimed as her legs and hips roamed the bed even more.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum?" She nodded and bit down on her lip as her eyes squinted shut, "Go ahead, mama. Cum on my fingers."

She breathed out swiftly as she tried to suppress her moans and whimpers. She brought her hand down to her mouth and bit down on her wrist. Chris reached up with his free hand and tore it from her mouth, "No no no. I wanna hear my pretty girls' pretty sounds."

His words only amplified the pleasure already upon her and she whimpered even louder, however, she still tried to remain quiet so that Nick and Matt wouldn't hear. Gross. She thought. I'm thinking about his brothers while he's knuckle deep inside of me.

He worked her through her high and her breathing slowed as she gained control of herself once again. Part of her was worried about how overstimulated she would be, but she secretly craved the feeling and the control that he has over her. Once she had come down, he pulled his fingers out of her heat and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Isabelle's brows pinned together as she felt herself getting even more worked up. He backed away from her body to pull his own boxers from his legs. Exposing his cock to her.

Holy fuck. She thought. She had always imagined what his dick would look like but she would feel guilty and perverted when her mind went too far. She had always thought it would be big, but not this big.

"God, everything about you is so fuckin' beautiful," He breathed, letting his eyes wander her body, "The way you sound when your moaning and whining," He straightened her legs around his waist, "How your hips move because it just feels too good," He teased her and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer so that he core was flush with his own, "And your pretty little face when I touch you just right or say what you need to hear. How your eyes get bigger and how you bite your soft, so soft, lips."

"Christopher," She huffed, "Please."

"Alright, alright. I'm gettin' there," He soothed, running the back of his fingers over he cheek, "Just can't get over you."

His right hand grabbed the base of his cock and his left reached to wrap around her right thigh, "Let me know if anything hurts, okay? You understand?" She nodded in response but that wasn't

good enough for him. He tilted his head and pinched her thigh making her yelp, "You know better than that. Use your words."

"Yes, I understand." She spat out quickly, her need becoming more and more apparent.

"Good girl," He dragged his cock through her folds, the feeling of her warm wetness engulfed his tip and his body shuddered at the feeling. He pressed his tip to her entrance just to test the waters and her body seized for a moment. His eyes darted up to her and his eyebrows raised to check on her.

"I'm okay, promise. Please, keep going." She begged and bucked her hips, getting impossible closer to him. Ever so slowly, he pushed further in, working against the resistance he was met with. He tried his best to keep his eyes open as he felt her stretch and squeeze around his size. Once she got just over halfway he felt her body pull back slightly and a whine of pain escaped her lips, "Chris." She whispered with a trembling voice.

"I know, I know," He soothed, bending down to place a chaste kiss on her lips, "Just a little more, hm? Think you can take it?" He ran his hands up and down her thighs.

"Mhm, yes," She whimpered, "Yes, I can take it."

"Know you can, mama." He praised before pushing in all the way. Isabelle moaned in response and Chris jaw fell slack and his eyes slammed shut before a cheeky smirk was planted on his face, "So fuckin' good, ma'" He breathed out while shaking his head. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Once she gave him the green light, there was no going back.

He pulled back and slammed back in, watching her body move up and down on the bed. His hands gripped her hips tightly for leverage as he thrusted his length inside of her.

"Oh my God!" She moaned, her eyes pinching shut. He continued his assault on her pussy and watched as her innocent eyes stared up at his dominant ones. He pinched his lip to try and conceal his own moans but he failed miserably. Groans, moans, and whimpers of pleasure fell from his plush lips as he worked his way through her.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight, holy fuck," He groaned and mounted his hands under her thighs to lift them to 90 degrees, then he slid them down to her calves and through them over his shoulder and leaned forward to continue. This new angle had her throwing her head back and moaning loudly.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," She moaned, tears springing to her eyes are the stimulation, "Oh my fucking God." Her hands reached up to cover her face as hot tears fell from her eyes. They were tears of pleasure, but they were tears, nonetheless, and she didn't want him to see her crying. His hands removed their harsh grip from her hips, where there were surely bruises, and they tore her hands away from her face and he pinned them with one hand to the bed. His brows furrowed when he saw the tears but they leveled out when she cried, "Feels so good. So deep."

His eyes traveled down to her core but were stopped when he saw a lump in her lower stomach. He halted his movements inside of her and she sprang up in surprise to ask him why he stopped. When he challenged force with his hand on the shape, her jaw fell open and a high moan tumbled from her mouth. Her hand shot for his wrist to move it but he was much stronger than her. He could feel the force because it was him that was making the lump.

"Yeah? So deep? You feel me here?" He pressed harder, "You feel me in your tummy, taking up all this space?" He taunted and started his thrusts once again. She fell back against the pillows once again, and he allowed her to be his pillow princess. "That's right. Just lay back and let me fuck you, yeah?" He said and his hands found their way back to her hips so that he could pound into her harder.

"Chris, 'm so close," She whimpered and grasped the sheets in her hands.

His eyes stared down into hers, "I know baby, I'm almost there. You just gotta wait a little bit longer."

"I can't Chris," She whimpered, trying to mitigate the overwhelming pleasure that tingles all over her body. Chris' thrusts didn't relent and he worked so hard to chase his building high, "I can't hold it."

"Then, go ahead, ma'," He permitted, "Cum on my cock, baby."

With that, Isabelle's back arched off the bed and her body writhed in Chris' hands. He pushed her back down to the bed and continued to work in and out of her. Her vision clouded and her eyes rang slightly as he was overstimulating her. High pitched whines and whimpers started to fall from her plump lips and he looked up to his eyes in concern.

"It's alright, mama," He laughed and breathed a chuckle at her dependence on him, "I've got you."

Chris high followed shortly after and whines and whimpers fell from her lips as she fucked her through both of their orgasms, "Want my cum inside you, don't you mama? Want me to make you a mama someday, hm?" His mindless, meaningless words didn't register in his brain but they did in hers and her mind clouded at the pleasure she was experiencing. She nodded in response, not even really meaning to.

Chris continued to pump thick ropes of cum into her and once he was done, he plopped down onto her front, leaving his softening cock inside of her to trap the mess they'd made.

"You okay, my girl?" He checked on her after taking a moment to catch his breath. When she didn't answer and all she heard were her quick breaths, he pushed himself up from his position directly on top of her and looked at her face. He was met with a spacey, fucked-out mess of a woman that he needed to take care of. "Isabelle, baby, you're here with me yeah?" He tucked a sweaty strand of her hair behind her ears and tried to provide her with grounding, innocent touches.

Her cloudy eyes found him and she nodded, unable to form words yet. He just chuckled and pulled out of her slowly so that he could do what he needed to do for her. This made her finally speak, "No," She whined, "Wanted you to stay." She pouted.

"Trust me, ma', I did too, but I need to clean my favorite girl up," He said in a dominant tone that told her not to argue and she didn't even want to. He climbed off the bed and slid his arms underneath her body to carry her bridal style to the bathroom. Isabelle had finally come back to planet earth and found herself staring at him in amazement. "Why're you looking at me like that?" He squinted.

"Nothin'. I just love you," She murmured softly in his ear and her hand played with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you too. You're so perfect." He complimented and set her on the toilet. She stared up at him with her lips folded into her mouth.

"I'm not peeing with you in here, mister." She said sternly.

"Bro," he kissed his teeth, "I was just balls deep inside of you and you think I care about watching you pee?"

"I don't care if you care, I care if I care. Now please, exit." She shooed him away with her hand. He groaned before spinning on his heels.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

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aaaahhhh!!! i know this took way longer than expected but i had a ton of exams and my schedule just got super busy, but she's finally here. i'm sorry if it was underwhelming or not what you expected but this was my first time writing something like this, so let me know what you think or what to work on.

thank you all so much for all the love, i definitely wasn't expecting this many people to see my work, so, for that i'm very grateful.

i have a series planned, so, be on the look out for any information about that.

all the love, she <3

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55sturn · 2 months

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↳ masterlist!

↳ summary: in which chris is forced to see how deep his desire for y/n truly runs, and y/n is forced to see that she’ll never belong to another guy the way does chris.

↳ parings: chris sturniolo x fem!reader and named male!oc x fem!reader

↳ warnings: swearing, suggestive (touching + fingering), slight voyuerism + exhibitionism, alcohol + drug consumption, partying, making out, obsessive!chris, perverted!chris, toxic!chris(not toward reader), manipulative!chris(not toward reader), physical and verbal fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, anxiety attacks.

↳ important things to note: this was literally a spur of the moment fic idea, loosely based off hosue of balloons/glass table girls by the weeknd!

THIRD PERSON POV

y/n and chris have always matched each other’s energy, whether it was friendly and platonic or toeing the lines of being something more and flirting, the two matched everything the other person put down.

and soon, after a night spent sitting on the couch, high out of their minds watching cheesy horror movies from the eighties and nineties, the two best friends gradually getting closer physically, their relationship changed. after months of testing the waters, their attempts at gaining something more, proved fruitful. chris was the first one to fully cross and blur the line of their friendship.

y/n had her fingers twirling and threading through chris' air drying curls, mindlessly humming along to the soundtrack of the first scream movie when chris tugged her legs over his lap, causing her to flash him a look that was a bit hard to read. she paused her hand in his hair, to which he grunted out a sound of disapproval.

she laughed reaching for the tv remote when he looked at her, the whites of his eyes slightly red from the joint they shared making the blues of his eyes appear much bluer as he pouted, his eyes drooping and hooded as he silently pleaded for her to go back to playing with his hair.

rolling her eyes, she obliged nonetheless, as she leaned back to the couch, pulling her legs to her chest as she turned to face him, but chris had a different idea as he watched her. he grabbed the back of her left leg, tugging it over his lap, smirking to himself as she began straddling him.

"what are you doing?' she giggled, her hands falling against his shoulders to stabilize herself, feeling nervous as chris kept staring at her lips. with a callous shrug, and the ghost of a smirk toying at his lips, he pulled her closer to him, his lips immediately pressing against hers. their lips moved in sync, a light smacking sound forming as the kiss grew heated and passionate. as chris pulled away, he gently tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth as his thumbs slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, rubbing gentle circles against the soft flesh of her hips.

y/n leaned back in, connecting her lips to his, this kiss much softer than the last one as chris gently pushed and pulled against her lips. her thumbs that rested against his jaw brushed back and forth against the stubble littered skin.

"god i love kissing you." he whispered, his voice hoarse and thick with need as they stopped kissing, not daring to part their lips as he spoke, a hum of agreement was heard from the girl as slowly panted against his lips.

after that night, their relationship was fully changed. their once playfully affectionate bond turned into something full of want and carnal desire. they were unable to keep their hands to themselves the moment they were in the same vicinity as one another.

nightly sleepovers turned into nightly hookups that turned into hours upon hours tangled in each other's embrace beneath the sheets. they never let one moment to touch each other pass, once they had fully crossed that line.

and it wasn't just physical, they were constantly flirting and whispering such filthy things to each other every moment they could. feelings that weren't just sexual began to come to fruition, both of them whispering dreams and promises of more once the time was right.

however the moment she brought up the idea of fully crossing that line and becoming something a bit more than just relentless flirting and desperate hookups, chris shut it down and asked

“why ruin a good thing by making it official?”

and instead of pressing it, she agreed and told him that everything was off, aside from their initial friendship.

“chris i’m done. i want more, you don’t. and that’s okay, but i am not going to devote myself to someone that cannot give me what i want. and i’m not going to stay with someone when i can’t be or give what they want.” she sighs, sitting at the foot of his bed as he sits at his desk, rolling a joint.

“whatever you want, ma. i like you and you know that but i’m not the relationship type, you know that too. i don’t want to get into something i’m not meant for and disappoint you when i don’t give you what you deserve. you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if i wrecked that because i hurt you. now let’s smoke this.” he laughs, handing her the joint as she grabbed the lighter from his bed, quickly and expertly lighting the joint, inhaling the smooth, thick smoke, letting it settle in her lungs before breathing out the lingering smoke, and passing it back to chris.

the two remained as close as ever, breaking the expected norm after two friends hooking up and growing distant, but y/n stuck to her word. she didn't feed into any habitual flirting that chris showed, and he didn't press when she didn't return his advances.

however chris noticed small changes in her behaviour a few months later, she wasn't physically affectionate with as much as she used to be, which shocked chris, because physical affection and touch was an imperative part of their friendship from the very start.

he slowly became obsessed with trying to figure out why she wouldn't return his hugs and why she wouldn't be in a room alone with him. he resorted to him cornering her one night, which led to the confession,

"chris i can't be alone with you. i like you too much and i want to give this new guy a chance but i can't if we're touching each other like we're still hooking up."

"what's his name?"

"ben."

"when can i meet him?"

"soon, i think."

chris just laughed as she timidly met his stare, she felt small under his intense gaze, he was looking at her like she was a trophy that he had won for being patient.

"alright ma, i hope it goes well."

and with that, chris backed off for the most part, but he kept making subtle digs, reminding her that no one knew her body the way he does. but he gave her the space she indirectly requested, but he kept watch, he justified keeping an eye on her at parties, his gaze following every move she made, by telling himself he didn't trust the guy that followed her, because he didn't know him yet, and he wanted her to be safe.

as she led the guy up the stairs, chris slowly trailed behind them, watching as they ducked behind a random door into an empty room, chris strayed behind for a bit, not wanting to disrupt the very obvious acts they were doing as he heard subtle moans falling from her lips.

stepping closer toward the door that the couple was behind, chris noticed it was open a crack. leaning against the wall across the hall, chris watched as ben's slowly trailed between y/n's legs underneath her skirt, her head falling back as ben's fingers pushed beneath her thin lace thong and into her entrance, his arm slowly flexing as he began thrusting the two digits in and out of her heat.

as ben pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm, she felt eyes on her, causing her to lift her head toward the door that she had left open, she met the eyes of the very reason she left the door open a crack. she held chris' intense gaze through the small opening as her boyfriend kept touching her, and a lewd moan was pulled from her throat as she reached her high, a small smirk playing on chris' face in the dim lighting as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

she watched with a smirk as chris heaved himself off the wall, disappearing back down the stairs as y/n led ben back to the actual party. she decided it was time for ben to meet her best friends.

"hey nick, matt! this is my boyfriend ben!" she happily hummed, watching as the boys nodded at each other, making slightly awkward small talk as she looked around for chris.

"chris is in the kitchen i think."

and with that, she was dragging ben toward the kitchen, hoping for the two to meet. unbeknownst to her, chris was in the crowd talking to a few friends, watching y/n look around for him. chris quickly bid his friends goodbye and followed y/n, smiling as she turned to face him. the silent conversation between the ex lovers held a mutual agreement to keep the staring contest upstairs a secret.

"hey chris, this is my boyfriend ben."

"hey man, nick just texted me to bring him a drink, but i don't know where he is, do you mind taking this to him?" chris hummed, smiling at the girl who nodded, grabbing a can of nick's favourite drink and making her way back out to the bustling crowd of people. chris turned to ben, a devious grin splitting his lips as he laughed to himself.

“so benny boy, you’re dating my girl?”

“excuse me?” ben replied, his brows furrowing at the weirdly paraphrased question, feeling uneasy as chris eyed him up and down.

“she’s my best friend after all, but there’s something you need to know.”

“what’s that?”

“i’ve got that girl wrapped around my finger. i had her once before you, and i’ll have her again, maybe while she’s with you, maybe after. but the entire time you’re together, which lets be honest won’t be long, she’ll be comparing you to me, and so will you. no one knows her better than i do, especially in bed. so just remember that the next time you go down on her or the next time you touch her, she’ll be thinking of me, not you.” chris spoke, his voice low and dark as he stepped closer to ben, enjoying the way the man slightly faltered in his presence.

and by the time y/n made her return, chris’ demeanor had flipped. he was cracking jokes, trying to ease the lingering tension, leaving ben to think that their previous conversation was just an intimidation tactic.

but the second she was pulled away again, chris turned to him, reminding ben that he’ll never live up to what chris has done and made her feel, and when she returns again, chris is playing her like a puppet.

“benny boy and i are gonna be great friends, you made a great choice y/n.” chris hums, wrapping his arm around ben's shoulder, smiling proudly at the way his shoulders tense.

the weeks following the party, ben refused to be around chris. he didn't like the way chris stared at him like he was his prey. chris wasn't threatened by ben in the slightest, the guy wasn't too built and he was a few inches shorter than chris. he knew ben was just a replacement for chris. and ben knew it too.

one night after y/n spent the night at ben's for the first time, the two finally slept together for the first time, and she was left completely unsatisfied. sighing, she quickly got dressed as ben laid there in post sex bliss, mumbling about how it was the best sex of his life.

"i didn't finish." she mumbled softly, watching as ben's face twisted in confusion.

"what?"

"it seemed like you were too focused on your own pleasure and you got yourself to cum and not me."

"i thought i did good."

"well guys i've been with in the past made sure to make me cum before even getting their dick out, i don't mean to compare you but if you're only going to chase your own orgasm, then i don't want to sleep with you."

"you mean chris?"

"what?"

"one of the guys from your past."

"what does he have to do with this? why are you constantly bringing him up where he's not involved?" the girl spits, confused by ben's weird obsession with comparing himself to chris.

"i don't like him, and i don't like that you're close to him, he creeps me out. i don't really want you staying friends with him." ben groans, an exasperated sigh falling from his lips as she scoffs.

"excuse me? chris has been my best friend for years, i don't know where this insecurity is coming from but if you don't stop trying to tell me who to be friends with, i'm leaving."

"i'm just looking out for you, so you will not be leaving until you break off your friendship with him."

"you're insane." she spits, texting chris their help code followed by her location, to which he replied a thumbs up. after about five minutes, she received a text that chris was outside. and while ben was preoccupied in the bathroom, she quietly and quickly made her way out the door to the parking lot where chris was leaning against the hood of his black dodge challenger.

"what's wrong?"

"ben's a fucking psycho. we slept together and i told him i didn't finish and then started comparing himself to you and got all insecure and it led to a fight and he told me if i didn't end my friendship with you, i wouldn't be able to leave." she whimpers, her body trembling as the reality of the situation set in, causing the girl to panic as chris held her.

"what's his apartment number?"

"chris no."

"tell me the number and then get in the car and lock it, please." chris sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it with his boot.

"three oh six. second floor." she whispers, quickly climbing into the passenger seat of chris' car, locking the door before fully shutting it, and hiding behind the deep tinted windows.

chris made his way to the second floor, taking the stairs two at a time before roughly pounding on ben's door, threatening to kick it down if he didn't open it. ben ripped open the door, coming face to face with chris as he stood there, his nostrils flaring as he stared ben down.

"where the fuck do you get off on trying to scare a girl into staying with you, hm?" chris seethes, his fist wrapping in the collar of ben's t-shirt as he pushed the shorter man against the wall.

"you're batshit crazy, you should be locked up." ben spits, refusing to back down as chris let out a dry laugh. chris cocks his fist, quickly plowing it into ben's nose, before letting go of his shirt as he crumples to the floor.

"come near her again, and i'll beat your ass so hard that they won't be able to recognize your face." chris spits, delivering a swift kick to ben's stomach, leaving the door wide open as he heads back to his car, and his girl.

as y/n calmed her down, she came to a realization that chris had to have followed her there because there was no logical explanation for him to arrive five minutes after her texting him when he lives halfway across the city. as chris came back into view, she climbed out of the car, standing a good foot away from him as her chest heaved. she soon realized that everywhere she went with ben, chris always happened to be in the area or nearby, the idea of him following made her feel uneasy but it also stirred up feelings of desire in the pit of her stomach.

"have you been following me chris? you were always at the same places i was at with ben every time we went out." the girl exclaims, watching as chris' face morphed into one of slight fear.

"yes, and before you get mad, i did it because i got a weird feeling in my gut the moment i met him. not to mention you knew i was behind you when you took him upstairs that night because you left the door open and you don't do that unless you want to be seen."

"i'm not mad chris, i'm just confused. why did you follow me and pay so much attention if i was just somebody you were fucking?"

"c'mon ma, you're smart. you know i want you more than i let on, i mean i'm fucking obsessed with you. i don't want you seeing any other guy." chris whispers, stepping closer to her as her eyes never strayed from his face. she was weirdly turned on by his obsessive, borderline stalkerish behaviour.

"only if you promise not to see any other girl."

"y/n, i haven't seen any other girl since the night we first got together. too busy following you around to see anyone else."

"good."

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watching a horror movie with Chris, and every time you get scared you hide your face in his chest!!! And he’s just rubbing your back the whole time comforting uu

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christopher sturniolo x alice reyna (female!oc)

summary: alice has the bright idea to watch a horror movie to prove she’s not a scaredy-cat to her best friend chris. unfortunately for her, it backfires and chris gets his point proven. warnings: swearing, fluff (sm fluff my god), mentions of panic and dolls? word count: 1.2k a/n: ik the request said “you” but for those who haven’t read my pinned, i cannot bring myself to write w y/n so i use oc’s as a replacement. i hope that y’all will like this one tho i love chris fluff sm (this is also so funny bc chris is the biggest scardey-cat out of the triplets)

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I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to convince Chris to watch Annabelle Comes Home with me, I couldn’t sit through any horror movie without screaming my head off like a little kid. Chris didn’t like them either but because of a stupid bet and neither of us never backing down from a challenge, we agreed to watch one.

“I bet you can’t sit through a whole horror movie without crying into my shoulder,” Chris challeneged, a daring look in his eye and I scoffed at him.

“I could say the same for you, scaredy-cat. You can’t even watch Coraline without pissing your pants,” I pointed an accusing finger at him and he gasped, throwing his hands to his chest dramatically.

“I was 9 when that happened. That does not count you asshole!” he retorted, shoving my shoulder in protest.

After an hour of arguing about who would get more scared, the bet was made. Whoever gets scared first loses and has to pay up the $20.

We sat down on Chris’s bed, the darkness of the room making the movie seem more eerie than usual, the only light being emitted from the TV. We were only 15 minutes into the movie and not much had happened yet but it didn’t stop my shoulders from tensing in anticipation.

“You’re so losing this bet,” Chris taunted me and I looked over to see him completely relaxed with a beanie on his head, covers over his torso and arms behind his head as he smirked at me, “You already look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“I look like this when I watch any movie,” I lied through my teeth, holding my head high as I unwrapped my arms from around my legs, letting my knees fall away from my chest as I fiddled with the hem of Chris’s hoodie that I stole since I forgot my own.

“Mhm,” he hummed unconvincingly and I rolled my eyes, ignoring his taunts as my eyes focused back on the screen. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head as I continued waiting for a jumpscare at any given moment.

“It’s cheating if you’re just watching me the whole time and not the movie,” I mumbled, not looking away from the screen as I bit my lip nervously.

“Who’s gonna call you out when you get scared then?” he retorted quickly and I leaned my hand over his torso, smacking him in the chest causing him to let out a huff.

“Watch the goddamn movie, Christopher,” I grumbled, regretting my decision of agreeing to this bet in the first place. As the movie continued, I jumped at the small jumpscares and I heard Chris chuckle.

"You know you've already lost?" he asked rhetorically and I nodded, sliding into him as my fear started to show. With a snicker, he lifted his arm as I wrapped my arms around his torso, cuddling into his side to hide my face from the jumpscares of the movie.

"Why didn't we pick a movie without dolls? They're like my worst fear," I mumbled and Chris began tracing circles on my back with his thumb, distracting me from the movie slightly.

"Because I wanted to win," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice making me shake my head, a sour expression covering my face.

"You're an asshole," I mumbled, hiding my face in his hoodie when another jumpscare appeared on screen but I was now determined to get through the whole movie at the very least.

"You love me," he retorted, being unphased by the movie now that he was amused that he won the bet and I looked up at him, flicking his forehead with my finger before resuming my place on his chest.

"I hate you actually. This was not a fair movie to put on," I grumbled, my anxiety spiking as the movie progressively got more terrifying. Chris could sense my terror as he pulled me tighter against him and I yelped when another jumpscare appeared on the screen.

"Ali, we can turn it off if you want," he said softly and I stubbornly shook my head, eyes still trained on the screen.

"I want to get through the whole movie. There's only thirty minutes left," I announced and he hummed, an unsure tone behind the sound as I gripped onto his hoodie like he was going to slip away from me at any given moment.

The last 30 minutes of the movie felt like it lasted forever as I gripped onto Chris for dear life but soon enough the movie came to an end and I let out a breath of relief.

"Alright, twenty on my Venmo thanks," Chris ruffled my hair as I sat up before I swatted his hand away, annoyed that he was so amused by my fear as I frowned at him.

"I'm not going home," I deadpanned and his eyebrows furrowed, an amused smile on his lips.

"Why?" he questioned, adjusting his sweatpants before sitting up further and I knelt back onto my heels.

"Because I'll have a fucking panic attack if I sleep alone tonight. I'm gonna be seeing dolls all across my room for the next week!" I exclaimed and he shook his head, a smile plastered on his face still.

"You're so dramatic," he laughed and I let my body slump back further till my back hit the bed making me sigh loudly. My mind kept flashing of the jumpscares in the movie making my anxiety spike once again and I think Chris noticed because he leaned forward, placing a hand on my knee.

"This was such a bad idea," I mumbled, my breathing becoming more shallow the more I thought about it and I looked up to see Chris's demeanour change, now softening at my genuine fear.

"Come here," he opened his arms and I sat up before sliding forward on my stomach, placing my head on his stomach as he ran a hand through my hair to calm me, "It's okay. Nothing gonna hurt you. It's all made up, remember?"

"I know," I mumbled against his hoodie, the feeling of having him close to me bringing me a sense of calm again, "I just really hate horror movies."

"It wasn't fair to put Annabelle on. I'm sorry," he said softly making me look up to see an apologetic expression covering his face.

"Does that mean you will let me watch a movie with your biggest fear?" I asked with a smile and he gave me a confused look as I reached over him, grabbing the remote before flicking through the movies on Netflix.

I found one of my favourite movies, putting it on before Chris groaned, throwing his head back onto the headboard.

"Are you serious? Ten Things I Hate About You?" he groaned and I laughed, nodding as I looked up at him.

"You're biggest fear. A relationship," I twinkled my hands in front of his face, shaking my voice to make it sound more spooky and he swatted my hand away.

"You're lucky I feel bad for you right now or I'd knock you out," he threatened and I rolled my eyes in response, placing my head back on his stomach as his hand returned to my hair.

“I’m terrified,” I mumbled sarcastically as I smiled against the cloth of his hoodie and I practically hear him rolling his eyes.

He continued massaging my scalp and playing with my hair as I focused my attention on the movie instead of the terrifying thoughts in my head. Soon enough, Chris's soothing motions and the familiar movie sent me into a slumber as I held Chris against me closely.

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The right love for me | Matt Sturniolo pt. 2

Matt Sturniolo x fem!oc (Elena)

Summary: When Elena leaves after Matt confesses his feelings, will he try again to win the girl?

Warning: A little angst and mentions of a break up.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Part 1

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Elena closed her eyes as a sigh escaped her lips, her arms resting on the armrest of the uncomfortable plane seat. Her back was tense as her mind ran through everything she would do and say upon landing in New York. Her eyes opened momentarily, focusing on the small window on her left side, watching the clouds around her.

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Matt repeatedly banged his fist on the front door of Elena's grandparents' house, impatiently waiting while his brothers stood behind him, trying to keep him calm.

"You'll end up breaking down the door like that." Nick commented, tapping his right foot anxiously against the floor, also yearning for the resolution of the massive problem created by "simple" feelings.

"Shut up." Matt replied gruffly, straightening up in seconds as the sound of keys against the inside door lock sounded.

The door was finally opened and Elena's grandmother stood behind her, a dish towel over her right shoulder as a confused expression took over her face.

"Matt? Boys? Did something happen?" She asked, her eyes traveling over the boys.

"Hi grandma, is Lena here? I really need to talk to her." Matt asked, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt anxiously.

His heart seemed to freeze when a look of realization took over the older woman's eyes and she shook her head.

"Elena's already left, Matt. I'm sorry."

"She left? Like, is she on her way to New York right now?" The brunette asked, his eyes burning with tears that wanted to fall as his heart sank.

"Yes, my dear, she left almost an hour ago. Didn't she say goodbye to you?" The older one asked, looking at Nick and Chris briefly.

"No grandma, I don't know-" Nick started, but was cut off by Matt turning abruptly and running back to the sidewalk, heading to his parents' car in quick steps, his fingers searching for the control to quickly unlock the doors. "Matt!"

"I need to go after her. Is anyone coming with me?" Matt spoke loudly, finally unlocking the car and getting into the driver's seat.

His brothers looked at Elena's grandmother with an apologetic look before running towards the car, quickly getting in when Matt hit the horn, speeding them up.

Chris had barely closed the passenger seat door when Matt took off with the car, stepping on the accelerator and making sharp turns like he'd never done before, his eyes glued to the street in front of him paying maximum attention to where he was going and focused on getting to the airport in half the time the GPS showed.

"If you continue like this we're going to get there dead!" Nick screamed from the back seat, his hands gripping the back of the front seats as if his life depended on it.

Matt ignored him, stepping on the gas harder.

It didn't take long and the car finally stopped in front of the first main entrance to the airport, Matt turned the key, turning off the car and ripping off his seat belt, jumping out of the car and closing the door, starting to run into the airport.

"I've never seen him like that." Chris commented, taking off his own seat belt as he tried to calm his racing heart from the speed Matt made the car go.

"He's been madly in love with Elena for years Chris, I'm not surprised he's going crazy about it all." Nick replied, getting out of the car and waiting for Chris to close the passenger door, before they started walking towards the airport at a quick pace.

The two stopped after crossing the entrance, looking for their brother with their eyes and finding him in front of the ticket counter of the airline that flew from Boston to New York, looking at each other in confusion before walking towards Matt.

"Please, I just need a ticket for the nearest flight to New York." Matt asked in an almost desperate tone, his hands resting on the counter as he looked at the attendant.

"Calm down sir, I'm checking available times." The woman asked in a harsh tone, her hands working on the mouse and keyboard of the computer in front of her.

Nick, upon hearing his brother's request and the attendant's response, placed his hands firmly on Matt's shoulders, trying to calm him down before the woman called security.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chris asked, stopping next to the brunette with a surprised look.

"I'm going to New York." He responded quickly without looking away from the attendant, as if if he did so, she would disappear.

"Matt, are you crazy? Why-" Chris stopped mid-sentence at the pointed look Nick gave him, raising his arms in surrender. "Do what you think is best." He sighed, crossing his arms and turning his back to Matt, his eyes scanning the people hurriedly walking through the airport.

"I have a ticket available for the chair next to the emergency exit in 10 minutes, sir." The attendant looked up.

"You can select it for me." Matt asked quickly, taking out his wallet and handing over his identity documents and credit card, ready to pay for the ticket regardless of the amount.

A few minutes later the purchase was complete and Matt turned around, sighing heavily and looking briefly at his brothers before shrugging.

"It's my last chance, I need to take a chance and see what happens." He muttered in a low voice, earning looks of pity from his brothers.

"It's okay Matt, we understand." Nick spoke, quickly stroking his shoulder with his right hand.

"Let's get to the right gate before you miss your flight." Chris spoke, taking Matt's left arm and pulling him, starting to walk towards the gate informed by the attendant.

"Do you have your charger with you? Because you'll only go with your phone and wallet, right?" Nick asked a few seconds later, breaking the silence.

"Yes, I'll leave the car keys with Chris since he knows how to drive better and you can go home. Mom knows what I wanted to do if Elena wasn't here anymore, so there's no need to explain anything to her." Matt replied, keeping his eyes in front of him.

"Alright, if anything happens you can call us and we'll come to you as quickly as possible." Chris replied, taking the keys that Matt was holding tightly, putting them in his pocket and stopping walking when the three stopped in front of the respective gates.

Matt looked up and glanced at his brothers briefly, who offered him encouraging smiles.

"Go get your girl, Matt." Nick spoke with a smile on his face, making Matt let out a laugh, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Chris followed his laughter, slapping his shoulder with his right hand momentarily.

"It'll go alright." He encouraged, pushing Matt back slightly. The boy nodded and turned around, walking quickly towards the boarding counter when the flight announcement was made on the speaker.

Matt spent the flight looking at the back of the seat in front of him, with no window next to him and no head to watch anything on the mini television in front of him. His body was tense and his legs were swinging anxiously, time seemed to pass slower than ever.

Finally, an hour and a half later, the male voice on the loudspeaker announced that the landing would happen soon. Matt straightened up on the seat and picked up his phone, sending a quick text to his group with his brothers, notifying them of his arrival, knowing that it would be sent as soon as the internet signal reached his phone again, putting the device in his pocket again.

Matt sighed in relief when the flight was over, taking off his seatbelt and quickly crossing the plane's aisle, apologizing for the people he was bumping into along the way.

When the boy finally entered the airport again, his blue eyes traveled over the crowd of people there, now what?

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Elena stood outside the apartment she'd lived in for the past few years in New York, her face wet with tears of relief or tension, she couldn't exactly tell the difference. Her back was against the closed door behind her, listening to Jeremy pacing back and forth inside the apartment while her hands tightly gripped the handles of two of the three suitcases she had packed.

Jeremy didn't take the news of the breakup very well, it was everything he least expected and his emotional dependence on Elena seemed to swallow him momentarily during the conversation, turning it into an argument. He cursed the girl and her grandparents and hometown, judging her for returning there, as if if she hadn't done so, it would never have happened.

The "conversation" took about 40 minutes and was a complete rollercoaster, but in the end it was agreed that the engagement would actually be ended and that both would go their own way, as Jeremy didn't want to "ever look Elena in the face again", his words. Elena took another 30 minutes to pack her bags, picking up her main belongings and promising to pick up the rest over the next few days.

The apartment, which was purchased by the two together, would be sold and the value divided between the two.

The girl tried to control her breathing while her mind was in turmoil, she felt relief for having put an end on something she didn't want to, but she felt enormous guilt for hurting Jeremy.

She took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that escaped her eyes, picking up her suitcase one at a time and taking them to the elevator. After a lot of effort, the girl managed to take all three suitcases to the building's garage and put them in the trunk of her car, closing the back door and getting into the driver's seat.

Her hands held the steering wheel for a few minutes while she thought about what she would do now.

The decision was made to go to her favorite coffee shop, which was also a bookstore, and have a coffee alone while thinking about her next steps, her mind divided between renting an apartment momentarily or returning to her parents' house until she finished college.

She knew that a normal person at that moment would probably seek refuge with someone trustworthy and that they could take shelter, but she had no one there, her parents were working and would only return home at night, and she no longer had a spare key, having left it behind with her parents when she moved away.

The girl started the car, wiping her face with her hands and thanking herself for choosing not to wear makeup that day, momentarily glancing at her appearance in the rearview mirror.

After a few minutes the car finally stopped in front of the bookstore, Elena took a deep breath before getting out of the vehicle, closing the door and locking it, before walking to the cafe.

The sound of the bell echoed through the small space and the smell of coffee and book pages hit the girl's nose, calming her instantly. She walked to the furthest table, sitting on the wooden chair and momentarily looking at the chair in front of her, wishing that a certain someone was there with her.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention and Elena raised her face, smiling small at the attendant before ordering just a coffee, thanking the waitress before looking down at the table again.

The girl felt her phone vibrate in her sweatshirt pocket, her right hand fishing for the device and analyzing the screen.

"Matt?" Elena answered the call, putting the phone to her ear, her eyebrows furrowed as she heard the rapid breathing on the other end and the sounds of horns and cars in the background.

"Elena, where are you? I went to your apartment and the doorman said you had just left." The boy spoke quickly on the other side, his breathless voice sounding like he had been running for long minutes.

"Wait, you're in New York? Matt, what's going on?" The girl asked, her eyes traveling around the cafeteria space as if she expected him to appear there out of nowhere.

"Elena, please." He pleaded with his voice, and Elena sighed, closing her eyes momentarily.

"Book Cafe." The girl replied, her free hand playing with the menu anxiously, her mind wondering if this was some kind of prank.

The line went dead and Elena took the phone away from her ear with a confused expression, scoffing when she saw that Matt hung up, her hands were working on opening the messaging app and entering the chat with the boy, starting to write a text, but her attention was taken by the sound of the bell echoing through the space again.

Elena looked toward the door, her cell slipping out of her hands and landing on the wooden table as her eyes met those blue ones she loved so much.

Matt seemed to freeze in the doorway, his feet locked to the floor as his eyes looked back at Elena, noting her tired and tense state.

"Matt." Elena called, getting up from her chair slowly, turning to face him, choosing to wait for him to catch up when she saw him start to move.

"Elena." He responded, quickly approaching her and standing in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked exasperatedly, running her eyes over the boy's condition, his messy hair and rumpled clothes, probably from the flight and how much he seemed to have ran around the city.

"I know you asked me not to come after you, but I don't like being contradicted. I needed to try Lena, just one more time." Matt spoke, his eyes showing all the emotions he felt at that moment, anguish, love, fear and tension.

"Oh Matt." The girl sighed, pulling him into a tight hug, her eyes burning with the tears that had already fallen and that wanted to fall again as her chest filled with love and gratitude.

"I'll always come to you, Lena." He murmured against the top of the girl's head. "Come on, let's sit down." Matt asked in a low tone, helping her sit in the chair she was previously in, before dragging the other chair to the side of the table, sitting next to Elena. "I know you have Jeremy and that you are going to get married, but I love you so much and at the amusement park everything was so much, I needed to look at you just one more time, really look into your eyes and tell you how much I love you and I want you in my life forever." Matt whispered, feeling more words wanting to leave his lips, but holding them back, he didn't want to act on the emotion more than he already did.

"I broke up with Jeremy, Matt." Elena said, looking at him with a firm look, smiling small when she saw the surprise flash through the brunette's eyes. "I ended my engagement with him because he wasn't you." She spoke, feeling her heart warm as an expression of pure shock and love took over Matt's face, his blue-eyed pupil instantly dilating and a smile stretching across his cheeks, his right hand reaching out and taking her left hand, interlacing their fingers.

"Elena, be mine. I've loved you since before I understood the meaning of love, in the most anxious and calm way I've ever loved. I want you with me for who you are and who you make me want to be." Matt whispered the words of love and declaration, creating an intimate atmosphere around them.

"I've been yours for a long time, Matt." Elena responded with a wide smile, leaning to the right and getting closer to Matt, calmly approaching the brunette's face and finally pressing her lips against his, initiating a calm kiss with just the movement of lips, with no tongue involved, the desire of both being just to enjoy each other's warmth.

After a few seconds Elena slowly pulled away, a happy sigh escaping her lips before her eyes opened carefully, the fear to open them and find out that everything was just a dream coursing through her veins, but Matt's hands against her face and his warm breath close to her lips was too real to be a lie.

"I ordered a coffee, have something with me." The girl asked with a smile, her hand lightly squeezing Matt's who still held hers.

The bubble around the two seemed to burst when the sound of footsteps and the smell of coffee approached, the attendant placing the cup of coffee ordered by the girl on the table and taking out her notepad, turning to Matt.

"Can I get you something, sir?"

"Yes, please."

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black moon | kinkmas | day six

chapter title: “burning bright”

pairing: alex skolnick x fem!oc

tags: waxplay, temperature play

ao3 link | kinktober/sister piece “eclipse”

minors dni... especially here ❄️💋❄️💋

“Alex, I’m cold,” Christine decreed.

“Yeah, I am, too—I think it’s going to snow again.”

He put his arm around her all so he could lead her to the back room of the bistro. It had been some time since they had been at the cabin and all Christine wanted was to curl up before the fireplace with him on the couch and fall asleep in that warm cozy bed before the next round of snow entered their mysterious area. She shivered and she tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear: Alex, meanwhile, huddled closer to her so his body protected her from the bitter cold wind, which flooded in from the mountainsides off in the distance on the backs of wispy gray clouds. There was a small part of her that remained curious about those mountainsides, and especially the cavernous glaciers in between the finest crevices up there as well.

So much to do in that area and yet, she felt the clock ticking. The fantasy would be done before she knew it, and thus, she knew that she had to seize every moment she had with Alex.

“Let’s get out of the wind!” he exclaimed over the next big gust of cold alpine wind. Indeed, she could feel the snow in the air as he led her over to what looked like a narrow alleyway off to the left side of the street. Christine moved a lock of hair out of her eyes for a better look at the narrow spot before them and she realized it was like a closet, a safe space away from the world with a little Christmas tree in one corner and a lush shag rug that was the color of red wine.

“Ooh, this is lovely,” she remarked: a door behind them closed and they were cozy and warm in this small room.

“A nice little nook for us to spend some time in until the weather clears up,” he declared: he strode past her to a small white bone china plate on a stand up against the wall.

“What you got there, baby?” she asked him.

“Cookies!” He picked one up and showed her the shape of the gingerbread man, complete with gum drops for the buttons and royal icing for the eyes and the mouth. He handed her the cookie and she nibbled on the top of the head.

“Of course you eat his head first,” he teased her as he picked up a cookie for himself, to which he bit off the arm from the shoulder.

“Yeah, but you’re eating his arm, though!” she insisted, and he flashed her a wink.

“Mmm, gingerbread,” he said in a low voice. “Delicious.” He picked up a piece of paper from the edge of the platter and nodded his head. “These are from Chuck and Tiffany, Chris.”

“Far too kind,” she said as she took a larger bite out of the head, and he snickered at that.

Alex ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and he turned towards the big lush red recliner chair up against the right wall.

“There should be another chair in here,” she quipped, and she opened the coat a little bit more. She then spotted something out of the corner of her eye: when she turned her head for a look, there stood a series of milky white candles on the shelf next to the top of the recliner. A little something intimate for the two of them in there.

“Some gingerbread and a bit of relaxation, too—mmm.” He leaned back in the recliner, as far back as it could go so the tip of his nose pointed up towards the ceiling. Christine showed him a smile even though he had closed his eyes and rolled his head away from her. He nibbled on the cookie and he tucked one hand underneath his head: meanwhile, the bottom hem of the camisole and the edges of the jacket all raised up and he showed her that big patch of skin that was his belly.

But Christine had her attention fixated on the long matches on the floor next to the leg of the table next to her, nestled in the canister that looked to be a part of the table itself. She picked out one of the matches, long and pale with the light balsa wood and with a large pink head capped on top.

“What else we got here?” he wondered aloud.

She turned to see him with a small tin box decorated with snowflakes and a couple of Christmas trees. He set the box down upon his stomach all so he could take off the lid: he lifted his head for a look into the box, and then he took one thing out of there.

“Looks like some sugar cookies,” he said as he took a bite of cookie. He closed his eyes as he relished in the flavor.

“Tasty?” she asked him.

“Quite,” he replied with his mouth full. Christine struck the match head against the abrasive side of the can and a low flame flickered as a result. Alex raised his eyebrows at the sight of it.

“What, you want to light me on fire or something?” he teased her with his mouth full.

“Nah…” She strode over to the candles on the shelf and she lit one wick after the other, until they had a full line of fire right over Alex’s head. She blew out the flame on the match head and she showed him another sweet smile, especially as he swallowed down another bite of sugar cookie.

“Fill your tummy with all the cookies,” she declared with a smile on her face.

“Can’t eat too many of them, though,” he pointed out once he swallowed the rest down and then rubbed his hands together. “Too many cookies and I’ll gain weight.”

“You would look really cute with some extra pounds, though,” she told him, and she cracked him a playful little smile. She pulsated her fingers and lunged for his waist. “Just a little round full tummy—” He brought his arms up to his waist to protect himself from her tickling him: she instead put her hands upon his waist and pressed her lips to the side of his neck.

“Let’s turn the lights off, shall we?” she suggested, and she doubled back to the door frame for the light switch rested upon the wall there: she spotted a dimmer switch, which she took upon herself to push down upon. Darkness swept over the tiny room and the lights from the tree flickered on in response.

“Look at that,” Alex remarked as he tucked the tin in between him and the arm of the couch. The little lights twinkled with crystal white light, especially when she brought the overhead lights to a level of near complete darkness.

She let the candles glide with the low flames and then she switched off the overhead light all the way. The golden glow from the wicks spread over the walls and the ceiling, and she closed the edges of the coat around her to keep in the warmth.

Alex remained reclined back in the chair but he lifted his head for a better look at Christine through the soft light from the tree and the candles. The way the light caressed over his skin and the edges of his hipbones and blanketed him as if he was meant to do just that: she never realized as to how beautiful of a body he had before, that is until she examined him from his feet all the way up to his bare waist and his entire upper body.

“You look so cute, baby,” she told him in a near whisper.

“So cute?” he echoed her, baffled.

“So very—cute.” She pressed her lips onto his, and she lay a hand on his bare belly for a caress of the soft smooth skin. He then brought a finger to her lips to hold her steady.

“I have an idea,” he quipped right then.

“What’s that?”

He nibbled on his bottom lip.

“It’s crazy, though,” he said. “Crazy but risky as holy fuck.”

“What is it?”

“You see that candle closest to us?”

She gasped.

“Alex—where are you going with this?”

“A little bit of hot wax and fire to warm us up?” he suggested.

Christine pursed her lips at that. She had never thought of playing with hot wax or the temperature or anything of that nature but through the darkness, she noticed this look in his eyes as if she could trust him on it.

“As long as it gets the both of us out of these ill-fitting clothes,” she remarked.

“I guarantee you that it will.” He flashed her a wink, and then she reached for the candle closest to him. The base of the outside glass was warm, but not warm enough to ache the palm of her hand.

“So my gut has been out in the open this whole entire time,” he started with a running of his fingers through his jet-black hair: through the dim intimate light of the Christmas tree and the candles on the shelf, the gray sliver poked out like a bunny rabbit poking its head out of the safety of the hole. “Because I’ve been so exposed this whole entire time, my skin feels like porcelain left out in the cold.”

Christine held the candle in one hand so she could run her fingers over his bare skin again.

“Yeah, it is cool to the touch,” she noted. Her fingertips caressed over the rim of his belly button. She almost didn’t want to do it given he was so soft and gentle there but it would give him what he wanted.

She rested the base of the candle on his skin.

“Ooh, that’s nice and warm,” he told her. “Tip it over.”

Gingerly, she tipped the candle onto the edge of the base so the side inclined closer to his bare skin. He let out a low whistle as the warmer part of the glass loomed closer to him.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked him.

“Never better.” The tip of the flame kissed the rim of the candle and the hot melted wax puddled against the inside glass.

“Lift it off of me,” he encouraged her. She lifted the candle off his skin but she let the wax drip out of there and onto his skin. He gasped at the feeling and he let out a low euphoric moan in response to her.

“Is that good?”

“Utterly perfect,” he assured her in between grunts and soft moans from the back of his throat. The wax pooled around his hipbone, a long thin puddle with a slight streak on one side as if it resembled a broomstick. “More.”

“More?”

“Gimme more. I'm begging you, my dear. Give me more of that hot wax. I need it. I need the feeling against my skin.”

Another drizzle of wax on his bare skin and he gasped again from the sensation. That piece of wax took the shape of a Christmas tree that time. Alex brought his hands to his face all to obscure her view into his eyes.

More wax on his bare skin and that time, Christine was sure that it took the shape of a menorah. A little bit of tattooing on her part, all for him.

“Give yourself some of that fire, too,” he whimpered out to her in a broken voice.

“You wanna do it for me or should I do it myself?”

“Whatever you want, my dear little snow bunny.”

She held the candle underneath her hand and Alex raised his head for a better look at her. The tip of the flame licked the base of her skin: she nibbled on her bottom lip as she relished in the pain.

“Put it to your thigh,” he groaned out.

“That means I would have to take off your jeans,” she pointed out.

Without a second thought, he sat up and he reached out for the waistband of the jeans. He then tugged them down as if they were made of latex rather than snug denim.

“To my thigh?” she echoed him, and he nodded at her, excited.

With a low whistle, she brought the flame to the inside of her thigh. The heat lapped at her: she locked eyes with him, those deep eyes that seemed to stare into infinity from the bottom of the ocean. The tip of her tongue slithered out from her mouth and along her bottom lip.

The dance of fire and ice. The meeting of fire and water. The caress of the deep ocean with the kiss of deep space. She waded through the depths of the ocean where he emerged from the darkest corner of outer space: there was in fact something alien about Alex after all, as if he had emerged from another world at some point. So infinite and so infinitesimal at the same time.

She closed her eyes to better take in the heat as well as his spatial depths. As if he had taken her by the hand and kissed her with the sin of the apple and the coziness of the snow.

The hot touch of wax dripped down the inside of her thigh: she opened her eyes and she realized that she not only had let some of the wax go down her skin but he had slipped his fingers in between her lips. The pain of the hot wax fused with the euphoria of his fingers under her hood.

She had reached orgasm without even knowing it, that is until she dripped more wax down the inside of her leg and it reached her knee, and Alex brought his middle finger to her clit, and she watched all the while.

She treated him to a low moan, and she bowed her head forth. Alex then clasped his free hand up to her face and pressed his lips onto hers.

He then reached behind her for something, and he handed her a big bright red apple, as full and round as the apples down in the orchard at the base of the hill.

“What’s this for?” she asked him, and he brought his lips to her forehead, followed by a soft swipe at the side of her neck, which in turn made her toes curl into the soft shag carpet. A second kiss on the neck and then he planted one on her lips, which in turn straightened out her spine as well as her knees.

He kept his eyes closed and she kept both hands on the apple.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered into her ear, “and let the music guide you.”

She closed her eyes, and the warm intimacy of the room fell away as he brought her to another avenue of her mind.

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mattscoquette · 1 month

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“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introvert!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight cursing

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𝐚/𝐧: first part to my first story!!!! i rlly hope u guys like this lol ive been wanting to write this forever. i dont plan on this being too long, im thinking 7-10 parts, and hopefully longer chapters than this. i also dont have a posting schedule but im hoping to post maybe once or twice a week! i hope u guys enjoyyyy

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addilyn richardson,

was currently standing in front of her full length mirror, tugging at the hem of the dress her mom told her to wear to their neighbor’s. she sighed, looking again in her closet for another outfit, as if a new one were to appear out of thin air. wear clothes that fit you, addy, her mother’s voice rang in her had as she rummaged her closet. all addilyn wore were too-big t-shirts and sweaters with black leggings, and anything her mom suggested she wore was totally outside of her comfort zone. nevertheless, addilyn decided to just keep the dress on, because she wanted to make a good first impression on her next door neighbors. well, first impression wasn’t really the best fitting term in her scenario, because her and her neighbor’s have been going to the same school for years.

over the course of the last month, the richardson family had spent all of their time packing up their two bedroom apartment and moving across town to a real house after her dad had finally gotten a raise at work. the neighborhood they moved into was full of kid’s from addilyn’s school, all having grown up together. her new neighbors, the sturniolo’s, were some of the most popular kids in her high school. triplet brothers, who all playing every sport under the sun. of course addilyn knew of them, but she never really spoke to any of them. yet here she was on a sunday night, getting ready to walk over to their house, accompanied by her parents and younger brother. addilyn took one last look in the mirror, making sure her attempts to tame her thick brown curls were okay and her dress wasn’t too wrinkly from the suitcase. she met the rest of her family downstairs, and all walked across their lawn to the sturniolo’s house.

addilyn’s mother knocked on their front door, and was met by a boy a little older than addilyn opening the door to them.

“you must be stacey?” the boy asked, looking at addilyn’s mother. she nodded, and the boy let them inside.

unlike addilyn, her mom was a social butterfly, chatting up random strangers in the grocery line, at the hair salon, and just about every place in between. when the richardson family was moving in, stacey took it upon herself to go over to the neighbor’s and introduce herself. which is how they got to now, being invited over for sunday dinner.

walking in, addilyn was met with a small dog barking loudly, and two boys who looked the exact same yelling at each other.

“i don’t understand why you’re being so difficult about giving me a goddamn ride tomorrow, matt!” the boy wearing a navy blue t-shirt argued.

“because don’t feel like driving your lazy ass around when you should have your license by now!” the other boy addilyn deemed as matt yelled back.

addilyn then noticed the third boy, wearing a yellow polo who she recognized as nick. he was in her ap art class. unlike most of the kids in school, nick was actually really nice to addilyn. they weren’t the best of friends, but she knew if she ever needed an extra pencil eraser or an honest opinion on an assignment, he was the guy for her.

“can you both be quiet, we have guests.” nick said, nodding towards addilyn and her family.

“oh shit, my bad” the one boy laughed, walking over to shake addilyn’s hand, “i’m chris.”

“addilyn,” she replies softly

“i can’t hear her” the third one, matt, said rather obnoxiously, and was met by nick shoving him. “what?”

at this point in her life, addilyn was used to it. as long as she could remember, she’d been soft spoken and introverted. she was homeschooled until the fifth grade, so she lacked a lot of the social skills other kids her age had. it’s not like she ever tried to be more outgoing though, she spent all her free time in her bedroom with her nose stuck in a book.

“addy’s in my art class,” nick announced to no one in particular, “she’s a really good artist.”

addilyn gave him a small smile, followed by a thank you.

addilyn’s mom had already found her way into the kitchen, talking with the triplet’s mom about whatever gossip she heard earlier on at her trip to the grocery store.

“my mom said dinner won’t be ready for another hour, wanna hang out in my room with us?” chris asked addilyn. she nodded and followed the boys upstairs, only for matt to shove his way past her and follow his brothers up the stairs.

addilyn trailed behind the boys and made her way into chris’s bedroom. she took in the view around her, being met with posters that decorated themselves all along the walls, and various sized carpets that made home on the hard wood floor. “your room is so cool.” she breathed. as much time as she spent in her room, she never really found the need to decorate it. four walls and a bed was all she needed, but times like these made her wish she prided herself more in home decor.

“what, have you never been in a guy’s room before?” matt had scoffed, turning to look at her.

“matt be nice,” nick warned.

matt rolled his eyes and flopped down onto chris’s bed, pulling out his phone, immediately ignoring the older boy’s words. “i mean look at her, i doubt she’s ever even talked to a boy before.” he muttered, not even looking up once. addilyn nervously played with the ends of her hair, not caring if it would mess it up.

“addilyn, when did you move next door?” chris quizzed, trying to change the subject.

“um, we officially were moved in on friday” she told the brunette, finally looking up at him. she was met with a soft smile.

“do you like it?” he asked, motioning for her to sit down at his desk chair while he sat himself on the couch at the foot of his bed.

“yeah. it’s a lot bigger than the apartment we moved out of.” addilyn replied.

much to addilyn’s surprise, she managed to keep the small talk with the triplets (well nick and chris really, matt ignored her the entire time) for the whole hour it took for dinner to finish. when they were called downstairs, addilyn sat in between chris and nick, and was met with matt’s constant dirty looks from across the table. after dinner, addilyn talked more with the two boys and realized she had more in common than she thought. she learned about chris’ passion for music and his “ungodly” pepsi addiction, according to nick.

“i just don’t understand how you can go that long without drinking water,” addilyn giggled as she turned to face chris, “it can’t be healthy.”

“it’s unreal how quickly this kid goes through a case, my mom’s at the store buying a new pack every other day.” nick tells her.

at the end of the night, chris and nick walked addilyn and her family to the front door. matt decided to stay up in his room after they finished dinner some hours ago, muttering about how he didn’t want to spend any more time with the “weird girl” who moved next door to them. chris and nick repedealty tried to apologize for his actions , only to be met with addilyn quietly saying she’s grown accustom to it.

“i’ll see you tomorrow in art, yeah?” nick smiled, pulling addilyn in for a hug. she nodded and gave him a smile, saying goodnight to chris as well before she and her family walked back over to their house.

when she got up into her room, addilyn pulled her dress off, slipping into her pajamas as she tucked herself into her bed. she was very satisfied with how the evening turned out, even if matt was being rude to her. she connected so easily with nick and chris and began to think maybe being their neighbor wasn’t so bad after all. she turned to her side, gazing out the window of her bedroom, only for her view to be met with another bedroom in the house next door. although she’d been moved in for a few days, she was only now realizing that her window was parallel to one of the bedroom windows in the sturniolo’s house. she sat up more, trying to make out who’s room it was, knowing it wasn’t chris’s.

that was when the boy who resided in that room stood up from the bed to close the blinds. before he fully pulled them down, he noticed the girl staring back at him from her bedroom and scoffed, yanking the blinds down rather aggressively.

of course it’s matt, she thought to herself as she drifted into sleep for the night, who else?

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in.

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

#smut #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #chris hems x oc #chris hems x you #chris hemsworth thor #chris hemsworth x ofc #chris hemsworth x oc #chris hemsworth imagine #professor #professor x #professor x student

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pizza-portal · 3 years

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Avoiding

Pairing: Chris Evans x OC!Lana

Summary: Lana thinks Chris is cheating and avoids him.

Warnings: angst, sad, lack of eating, fluff

If Lana knew one thing, it was to not listen to the tabloids. They were just rumors. Sometimes they were lies. 90% of the time, they were untrue.

But, she sat in her couch staring at the article. ‘Chris Evans and Elizabeth Olsen: The Perfect Match’. The lights were dim and it was too late at night. She just couldn’t stop staring at the screen. She didn’t want to be insecure, but Elizabeth was prettier and talented. All Lana did was sit there and look pretty. She knew Chris would never cheat on her, but deep down, what if he liked Elizabeth more than her?

As if on cue, the article disappeared and Chris’s contact name popped up. She cursed under her breath, deciding whether or not to answer his call. She pressed the answer button putting the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey baby,” he spoke smoothly. Yet, all Lana’s mind could think about was him and Elizabeth.

“Uh, hi,” she answered. She tried to sound normal, but her voice was strained and shaky.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” He asked.

“No, I was uh, doing some work,” she responded. Her fingers played with the hem of her shirt.

“Oh okay,” he said. “I’m thinking tomorrow we can workout and breakfast at my place?” The two tried to stay out of the public eye as much as possible. They had only been dating for four months and they didn’t want too much publicity too early.

“Um,” Lana had to think of an excuse quick. “I can’t.” She mumbled.

“Everything okay?” He asked her through the phone.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I actually need to go. I’ll talk to you soon, babe,” she rushed.

“Yeah, okay. Love you-” Lana ended the call before anything else. She mumbled a few curse words before getting up.

***

Three days. Lana had been avoiding Chris for three days. It was hard to say the least. She was constantly stressed with work and tried not talking to him as much. She hadn’t eaten much, but still forced herself to workout. She didn’t know why she was pushing away so hard. She felt bad because Chris didn’t even know, but she couldn’t help it.

She sighed deeply, sitting on the white backdrop in a bikini. The stylists were touching up her makeup and hair. The photographers started snapping photos of her. There were three fans blowing onto her, causing her black hair to blow back beautifully. She stayed focused on her work.

Well, that was until her assistant started pointing at her phone that was ringing off the hook. She looked at the photographer, seeing if she could go. “I got all I need. Thank you, Lana. It was nice working with you,” he smiled kindly. Lana immediately walked to her phone, seeing that it was Chris. She answered it, putting it up to her ear.

“Hello?” She answered, beginning her walk to the dressing room to get changed.

“Hey, can I pick you up for lunch?” Chris sounded eager and excited. She could already feel her heart quicken, turning into the room.

“Uh, I was planning on skipping. I have work to get done-”

“And you had work to get done yesterday and the day before,” he cut her off. She could tell he was frustrated and confused.

“I am so hungry. Yes, let’s meet for lunch,” The moment the words came out of her mouth, she regretted it. The last thing she wanted to do was see him, but she didn’t want to make him upset. Lana was just overall confused.

“Great. Just, uh, meet me at my place. Okay?” He wanted to make sure she would come.

“Yeah,” she spoke quietly before hanging up. She’s set her phone down, looking at herself in the mirror. “Shit.” She started getting changed out of the swimsuit and into some leggings and a sweater.

***

The car ride to Chris’ house seemed to short. She wish she had driven slower or taken a longer way by the time she pulled into his drive way. She let herself out of the car before slowly walking up to his door. She took a deep breath, trying to control her racing mind and racing heart. She knocked on the door. Her body shook out of both fear and hunger. Every terrible image popped into her head. What if Elizabeth opened the door? What if all the articles were true? Maybe he was just playing her.

Chris opened the door, smiling at his girlfriend. “Hi,” she spoke quietly. He embraced her, feeling happy to finally hold her again.

Lana tried to make her actions as normal as possible, but she felt off. Everything felt off. “Come on. I made your favorite,” Lana walked inside. She had been in his home plenty of times, even before they were dating. She had always felt so comfortable there. There were two plates with chicken salads set on the dining table.

The two sat down. Chris happily ate his food while Lana picked at her food, moving it around as if it were something she hated. “What have you been doing?” Chris asked her. He took a mental note of her lack of eating.

“Just work,” she mumbled. “I had a swimsuit shoot with Calvin Klein so.” She kept her eyes down, away from his. “What about you?”

“Work,” he responded. “Elizabeth and I had a bunch of interviews together and stuff.” It was at that moment that Lana made eye contact with him. All she could think about were the stupid articles. She lost any sort of appetite that was left and she felt so weak, both emotionally and physically. She cleared her throat, finally looking away.

“Cool,” her voice cracked. She didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of him.

“Is everything okay?” Chris finally asked.

“I think I should go,” she whispered. A single year slid down her cheek. She got up quickly, trying to let herself out.

“Lana, hey!” Chris followed immediately. When Lana was right in front of the door, she couldn’t find herself to leave. Was she over reacting? Maybe the trauma of James is just clouding her mind more than they should. She felt the tears involuntarily stream down her face. She collapsed her cheeks into her hands, holding back a sob. “Lana, come here.” Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making her face him. He hugged her, letting her cry all the tears she needed. He didn’t know what was wrong or what he did, but he knew that he wanted to fix it.

Lana felt so weak and annoyed with herself that she didn’t just talk about it with him. She felt so dumb. “What’s wrong?” Chris whispered soothingly. Lana pulled back, wiping her tears.

“I feel so dumb for crying about this and listening to the stupid articles,” she felt more tears stream down her cheeks. Just the thought of the tabloids made her feel overwhelmed.

“What?” She could tell Chris was more than confused.

“All of the fucking headlines and tabloids say is how everyone thinks you and Elizabeth are dating and how great of a couple you guys would be-”

“Okay, okay,” he whispered, trying to sooth her. His fingertips grazed her arms, sending goosebumps across them. Lana stared down at her shoes, sniffling here and there. “Look at me.” His hand lifted her chin, forcing her ready eyes to stare into his. “You are all I want and all I ever will want. You mean the absolute world to me and if I were to fuck that up, I would never forgive myself. Elizabeth is just a close friend and if you want me to stop talking to her as much or if you want to meet her, I will make that happen, okay? I want you to feel confidant and trust me.”

“I’m sorry,” Lana whispered.

“Don’t be sorry,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just wish you told me before.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now come on, I wanna get some food in you and watch disney movies.” Lana giggled, following him to the kitchen.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Early Bird

Juice Ortiz x OFC (Chris Teller)

Request by Anon: what about an x reader insert where reader likes to workout, and Juice walks into the club gym when she is in there, and is quite taken aback by her muscularity. Anywho, they then start up working out together, and this goes on for some time, until the tension just snaps at some point, maybe reader just makes the first move

Warnings: language

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Swapped the reader-insert for an OC because not only do I really love the whole world that I’ve been building for Chris and Juice (which I’ll eventually start posting as a full fic rather than just these little one-offs) but this also worked really well in line with who I’m building her to be as a character. Hope that’s alright! Enjoy xo

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Juice heard the music bumping from the tiny room that passed for a gym at the clubhouse. Curious as to who would be there so early in the morning, he made his way down the hall. He heard the clanging of metal on metal and assumed that whoever was in there was lifting.

He peaked around the corner and his eyes grew wide when he saw Chris laid back on the bench press, getting ready for her next set. She adjusted her grip, getting her breathing right as she pushed the bar up from where it was resting and bringing it directly over her chest. Juice was on the brink of drooling as he watched her in awe. He propped himself against the doorframe silently, not wanting to disturb the zone that she had clearly put herself in.

Once she got through her next set, she let out a sigh before sitting upright. She gasped in surprise when she saw Juice standing in the doorway, letting out a slightly nervous laugh as she paused her music.

“You want to give me a heart attack first thing in the morning?”

“Do…do you always work out here?” he asked, completely ignoring her question.

“Fuck no,” she laughed as she rose up off the bench and stretched, “My gym is closed for some bullshit reason so I figured this little jail cell setup was better than nothing.”

“Hey,” Juice chuckled as he walked farther into the weight room, “it’s got the essentials. Don’t hate.”

She smiled, shaking her head, “Anyway. What’re you doing up so early?”

“About to do the same thing you are. Only, you know, with more weight,” he laughed.

She gave him a good-natured shove to the shoulder, “Shut up,” she laughed, “I’ll leave you to it, then. I just finished.”

“You’re done?” he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Early bird gets the worm,” she shot him a wink, “And an empty fucking gym.”

“Hey, Chris,” he smiled as he watched her walk away, “You think your gym is gonna be closed tomorrow, too?”

She laughed, not turning around to face him as she walked away, “Maybe.”

All of his plans for the morning completely went out the window. He made his way over to the door and leaned out, watching her walk down the hall. He felt his jaw go a little lax as he took in the way the muscles in her back and shoulders moved and flexed as she walked. A quiet sigh slipped past his lips when she turned the corner out of sight, and he forced himself to focus on what he had originally shown up to do. He went through the motions of his workout but if someone had asked him what he did or how it went he wouldn’t have been able to give him a good answer.

The next morning, he set an extra early alarm. He’d gone to bed early the night before so he would be able not only to wake up early, but also keep up with Chris and whatever workout she had planned. He might’ve joked around with her from time to time, but he really had no interest in going toe-to-toe with her. She carried herself with the confidence and assurance of someone who could easily put him to the ground. And, from the pump he saw in her shoulders and arms the day before, he had no doubt that the confidence she exuded was earned, not given.

When he walked into the gym, she was sitting on the ground stretching with her headphones in. Despite that, she’d heard him walk in and flicked her eyes up to him and smiled. She took one headphone out, “Decided to get a real workout this morning?”

He chuckled, “Just wanted to see what it was all about.”

As much as he wanted to ask a million questions, he didn’t. He warmed up and followed her lead, impressed at her level of focus. They bantered back and forth but he could still tell that underneath it all she was there to work.

They were finishing up with core-work on the little bit of floorspace that they had in the clubhouse gym. Juice didn’t want to admit that the moves she had him doing were making him wonder if he ever really had any core strength to begin with or if his body had been lying to him the whole time. Chris flopped onto her back when she was done, taking a deep breath before turning to look over at Juice.

“So? What’s it all about?” she was still catching her breath.

Juice wasn’t any better off as he sat up, slowly forcing himself to his feet. He wiped his hands off on his shorts before lifting the bottom hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, “It’s more than I’m ready for, apparently,” he laughed.

She tried not to make it obvious that she was staring at him when he lifted his shirt. She forced her eyes to look literally anywhere else as she propped herself back up into a sitting position. He held his hand out to her, offering to help her up onto her feet. When she gripped his hand in hers, he found himself watching the muscles in her forearm and bicep flex as she hoisted herself up off the floor. For a moment their hands stayed entwined as they took in the sight of each other. Simultaneously they both realized what they were doing and pulled their hands back to their sides. Juice was fighting inside his head to be respectful, to not get distracted by the sweat that was glistening on her skin.

“Same time tomorrow?” he finally forced the words out.

She laughed, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead, “Nah, my gym is back in business tomorrow. No more jail setup for me. Besides,” she clapped him on the outside of his arm, “Something tells me you might need a rest day tomorrow anyway.”

She was taking off out of the room before he could respond. He sighed, walking over and taking a long drink from his water bottle as he thought back over the entire morning. He drummed his fingers on the plastic container in his hands, trying to figure out what his next move was going to be, if there was going to be one.

When he went back to his dorm the next night, there was a folded-up slip of paper on his bed. He looked around the small room as though he had missed someone being in there when he walked in. he ran his hand over his mohawk as he picked it up, taking a deep breath as he unfolded it.

A little plastic card fell out and he fumbled to catch it before reading the note, “If you’re looking to get out of the jailhouse gym. -Chris” He chuckled as he looked at the card in his hand, realizing that it would let him scan into what he assumed was Chris’s gym. He tucked the card and the note both into his wallet before getting ready to go to bed. He made sure to set an extra early alarm, hoping to beat her to the gym in the morning.

When he rolled into the parking lot the next morning, Chris was already walking towards the front doors to the gym. She looked up, and he could see her shaking her head as she laughed, making her way over to him once he was parked.

“Surprised you decided to show up.”

“Couldn’t turn down a personal invite,” he couldn’t stop smiling as he grabbed his gym bag from the back seat of his car, “How’d you swing this, anyway?”

“I get one visitor with my membership,” she shrugged, “Figured having a workout partner wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

“Well,” he walked in behind her, “glad I’m at least not the worst thing in the world.”

He felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb, but the longer that he was there with her, the more he realized that everyone was so in their own little world. Everyone had headphones in, just focusing on themselves. It was comforting, and soon he didn’t have the time to be worrying about anyone else as Chris got him roped into everything that she was doing.

“It’s leg day, baby,” Chris laughed as she prompted him to follow her over to the squat rack, “Let’s see what you got.”

Juice laughed as he watched her slide weights onto the bar, “I’ve never skipped a leg day.”

She looked him up and down, arching one eyebrow, “I guess we’ll see.”

It became their new routine every morning. For the first time in a long time Juice found himself with someone specific to look forward to every day when he woke up. Neither of them really said anything about it to anyone. They weren’t doing anything wrong, but at the same time they knew that part of the ease and comfort of it all was that it was something that was just the two of them. Every now and then the guys would give him grief for bailing on a party early, and he’d just tell them that he had an early morning the next day, but wouldn’t offer up any other explanation.

Early morning workouts soon started extending into going out for coffee or breakfast after the fact. And once that became the routine, they both decided that there was no reason not to carpool together if they were going to spend the entire morning together. It got to the point where Juice could hear Chris’s car in the silence of the morning as soon as it turned onto his street. He’d be walking out onto the front steps as she pulled into his driveway. And no matter how many times he tried to argue that they should take turns with the music, Chris always won by saying it was her car and her gym membership so she got to pick the playlist. Realistically Juice didn’t have any issue with any of it, but he knew that the pointless arguments would get her to laugh and there were very few things that were more enjoyable than that.

One morning when she pulled into the driveway, before Juice could walk up and open the passenger door, she hopped out. He looked at her, clearly confused, “What’s up?”

“How you feel about a run today?”

Truthfully, he knew he could use a light cardio day. Working out with Chris had made him realize that while he and the guys worked out pretty frequently, they didn’t really push themselves. Some part of Juice’s body had been sore every day since he became Chris’s workout partner—he worked muscles that he didn’t even know that he had. He didn’t want to admit all of that to her, though, so he did his best to give a nonchalant shrug and not seem too excited by the prospect of it.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Distance or sprints?” she raised her eyebrows slightly.

“Distance,” there was no hesitation in the answer as he laughed, “Fuck sprints.”

She laughed, “Alright,” she grabbed her bag out of the car, “Can I toss this inside?”

He nodded, “Yea, sure,” he gestured for her to follow him.

Once she’d locked the car and put her bag inside the front door, she took off down the driveway, “Try to keep up, Juan Carlos!” she laughed.

He chuckled, shaking his head with a soft smile as he took off after her, both of them racing down the street at a pace they both knew they wouldn’t be able to sustain for any extended amount of time. They quickly eased into a more realistic pace, each of them half listening to their own music and half making sarcastic comments to each other as they jogged.

It got to the point where Juice was wondering how the two of them were going to be able to survive a return trip back to his house without their legs giving out. He was still alright for the time being but it wasn’t going to last forever. Chris, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed.

“We gonna start heading back at some point?” he asked.

She looked over at him, “What’re you talking about?”

“To the house. We, we gotta head back eventually, right?”

She laughed, “We’re on a big loop. We got like, one mile left.”

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked around, “Seriously?”

“Yea,” it was hard to laugh and keep her breathing even at the same time, “Dude how long have you lived around here?”

He shook his head, “Apparently not long enough.”

When they reached the bottom of his driveway again, they both stopped to try and catch their breath. Chris interlocked her fingers behind her head as she stood, trying to catch her breath. Juice leaned over, bracing his hands against his knees. Chris smiled as she watched the sweat trickle down the ink that decorated the sides of his head.

“Nice little five-mile run, huh?” she laughed as she clapped him on the back.

“Fuck,” he laughed as he forced himself to stand upright, “I’m going to be dead tomorrow. I can’t remember the last time I ran for something besides a warmup.”

“Or getting away from the cops,” she chimed in with a laugh.

He smiled, “Yea but that’s more sprinting than distance.”

“Right,” she laughed, “right.”

“You wanna,” he motioned towards the house, “want some food or something?”

Chris shrugged, “Sure, why not?”

As she walked farther into his house, she couldn’t hide the surprise on her face at how clean and orderly it all was. Growing up with Jax, and hanging out in the clubhouse all the time, gave her a very skewed view of how all the guys lived. But apparently Juice kept his own space very neat and orderly.

“If you wanna shower while I cook, you can,” he offered.

“Why? Am I that gross?” she cocked one eyebrow.

“Yea,” he laughed, “And I don’t want you getting your sweat on all my stuff.”

She shook her head with a laugh, “Fine, fine. I’ll be quick.”

There were a few moments of silence in the house before Juice could hear music being played from Chris’s phone in the bathroom. He laughed, shaking his head as he set about getting breakfast ready for the two of them.

She walked back out in a fresh pair of shorts and a sports bra, and Juice was trying not to be obvious about his staring. He set two plates out on the counter and watched her as she looked around the house. Despite the fact that it was the first time that she’d ever really been in his house, for some reason it all felt extremely familiar.

“You can eat,” he nodded towards the food on the stove, “I’m gonna rinse off real quick.”

“Yea, you can’t get your sweat on everything either,” she laughed as she walked around the counter to get her plate, her hand lightly brushing along his shoulders as she did.

He glanced back over his shoulder before walking down the hallway, and he couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face as he watched her do a little dance as she scooped food onto her plate. He bit back a chuckle before turning around and heading off to shower.

When he walked back out into the kitchen, Chris was comfortably camped out at the counter scrolling on her phone. Her eyes flicked up and widened at the sight of him walking through his house without a shirt on.

“New ink?” she nodded towards the tattoos on his chest.

“Uh, yea,” he glanced down at the skulls for a moment before getting back on track, “got them a couple weeks ago.”

“Gotta decorate all your new muscles?” she laughed.

“Might as well, right?”

“You’re welcome,” she winked.

They sat next to each other at the counter and spent the whole morning talking. Every now and then when she laughed really hard, she’d lean over and bump her shoulder against Juice’s. He reveled in the brief contact, wishing that he was brave enough to do something about all of the thoughts in his head.

She was in the middle of a story when her phone started ringing. She sighed as she looked to see who it was, groaning when she saw her brother’s name flashing across the screen, “Yo, what’s up?” she paused, rolling her eyes as she listened to what he was asking her to do, “Alright, yea. I’m, I’m just finishing up a couple things and I’ll be right over. Love you too, bye.”

Juice looked at her expectantly, “Gotta go?”

She sighed, nodding as she got up from her seat, “Yea. Family shit.”

“Everything alright? Need me to go with you?”

She flashed him a smile, “I’m good, Juice. Thank you. And thanks for breakfast,” she walked over to pull her sneakers back on, “Gonna put the diner out of business.”

He walked over, leaning against the wall as he watched her pick up her bag and grab her keys, “Same time tomorrow?”

“Rest day tomorrow,” she saw the disappointment cross his face for a moment and she felt a smirk tugging at the edges of her mouth, “But I’ll still swing by for breakfast.”

“Yea?”

She laughed, nodding, “Yea. I, I like spending time with you, you know,” she stepped in, kissing him on the cheek, “See you tomorrow. I’ll even bring coffee.”

“O-okay,” he was trying to warp his head around everything that she was saying.

“Okay,” she chuckled, “It’s a date,” she saw the flustered look on his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“It’s a date,” his voice was almost a whisper as he listened to the quiet giggle that slipped past her lips before she turned and walked out of the house to her car.

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 years

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The Dutchess’ Garden - Part 4

Series Masterlist - Chris Evans Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Pairing: Chris Evans x OC Emma Meijers (typical Dutch girl. Blonde, blue eyes.)

Warnings: Explicit language, fluff, not really smut but kinda.

Word count: 1902

‘Okay, so come around 6:30? We can eat dinner together?‘ ‘Sure.‘

‘What are we watching,‘ Emma asks while shoveling another piece of pizza into her mouth. Chris doesn’t want to think it’s adorable, but it’s adorable. ‘Dammit, can you eat normally,‘ he laughs. She sees her eyes peek up, ready to say what has to be said. ‘I know, I know, language.‘ ‘That’s what I thought,‘ she says sternly, but he can see her smile just a second later. How did she manage to get him under het thumb this fast? And why doesn’t he mind at all? ‘Back to movies,‘ Chris says, ‘do you have any suggestions?‘ ‘I dunno. What are you up for? We can watch something funny like Not another teen movie, or something touching like Gifted, or something like Red sea diving resort, or-‘ ‘Are you going to name every single film I’ve ever done?‘ She huffs. ‘I didn’t even get to the Marvel movies,‘ she whines, ‘but yes. And as someone who thoroughly enjoyed Knives out I need to know if you still have your knit sweater from that movie. Because you won’t after I leave tonight.‘ ‘I do not own that sweater and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,‘ he smiles. She rolls her eyes in fake annoyance. ‘I’ll just take another one to hold hostage,‘ she says and walks over to him, grabbing his shirt by the hem, ‘like this one.‘ ‘You wouldn’t dare,‘ he says with a grin twitching on his lips. She steps a little closer to him. They’re only inches away from each other and Emma wants to pull him down and kiss him so bad, but she won’t. ‘You sure about that?‘ ‘I am fairly certain you wouldn’t be able to, even if you tried,‘ he leans down a little as a joke to tower over her, hoping to intimidate her a little. What he forgot is that Emma is a firecracker. She’s not easily intimidated. In fact, she steps closer so her chest is against his and she has to lean back to face him as he leaned over her. ‘I thought we agreed that I’m stronger,‘ she tries to say it seriously, but bursts into laughter and the moment is gone. She walks back to her seat. Chris tries to laugh along, but he feels a bit strange. Did that just really happen? Did she just do that? He wanted to kiss her, but she made a joke out of the situation. The mood was good, but she manipulated it to her will. ‘I’ll show you strong,‘ he says menacingly. She watches him with wide eyes as he walks over to the couch, grabs a blanket, and walks over to her. ‘Oh no,‘ she breathes out and jumps off her chair, ready to start running from him but she’s too slow. He’s already captured her in the blanket. He picks her up and throws her on the couch. Then, he flops down onto her. ‘I’m stronger.‘ ‘No, you’re just heavy,‘ she whines, ‘get off meeee~.‘ ‘Never.‘ ‘Okay, fine, you’re stronger,‘ she finally admits. Chris gets off her and she pulls her arm from under the blanket to show her crossed fingers. ‘Oh you little-‘ Before he can grap her she jumps over the back of the couch, racing through the house with Chris hot on her heels. Laughter fills the room until the third lap around the couch. She picks up a cushion and hits him with it. Not hard, but hard enough to surprise him. ‘Shit, did I hurt you,‘ she asks worried when he doesn’t move after she’s hit him. She drops the pillow and walks over to Chris, reaching for his face to check if he’s alright. He plays along, pretending to be hurt, but when she’s close enough he scoops her up again and pins her down on the couch, leaning over her body and holding her hands above her head. ‘You lost.‘ ‘Asshole,‘ she laughs. ‘Language,‘ he warns. ‘Dickhead,‘ she smirks. Chris puts both of her hands in one of his and starts ticking her, holding her down with his body. Her aggressive laughter and pleas fills the room. Dodger starts barking and runs over, pushing Chris’ leg. ‘Yeah, get him Dodger,‘ Emma tries to yell, but the dog doesn’t understand it through her laughing. Finally, Chris stops and Emma’s face falls into an angry frown. She crosses her arms, but he knows she’s just playing. ‘Okay, I’m sorry. You can pick the movie.‘

Chris has to admit he didn’t expect her to pick a movie that he didn’t star him. He was fully convinced she’d choose one that he played in to tease him back, but she didn’t. Instead she put on Coco and curled up against him. It was nothing like he expected. When the night got colder, she had coyly asked him if she could borrow a sweater anyway and Chris had said yes without thinking twice. Even after she told him he’d never get it back. He wrapped her arms around her to keep her warm and kissed the top of her head mindlessly when he heard her sniffles near the end of the movie. And suddenly the end of the night was there. Chris let her out after she insisted she could walk herself home. He didn’t want to let her walk alone, but knew he’d only strain their relationship if he forced himself on her. He finds himself back on the couch with Dodger’s head on his lap, trying to explain his feelings to the animal even though it won’t understand a word he’s staying. He looks nothing less than confused. Just a few minutes later, the doorbell rings. Dodger runs over to the door and starts wagging his tail like crazy. For a second, Chris wants to ignore it but Dodger doesn’t look that excited for just anyone. He peels himself off the couch and walks over to open the door. Without really paying attention, he pulls open the door to see a very sleepy Emma with her arms wrapped around herself, holding the sweater towards Chris. ‘I forgot to actually give it back,‘ she laughs, ‘and if I don’t do it now, I’ll probably forget.‘ ‘Please put it back on, you look like you’re freezing,‘ he begs her, pushing the sweater back to her. ‘I don’t want to.‘ ‘Listen, you were bugging me about the Knives out sweater earlier. This one looks like it, just keep it,‘ he tells her, not understanding why she has to be so stubborn about a damn sweater. ‘But if I keep it, it won’t smell like you anymore.‘ Her eyes widen when she realizes what she just said. ‘Oh no,‘ she whispers. Chris takes a step closer to her, taking his sweater from her and wrapping it around her shoulders. ‘You like the way I smell?‘ His lips play an amused smile as he watches Emma go into full panic mode. She takes a step away from him. ‘Ehm, I gotta go. I have a lot to do tomorrow. By the way, I won’t make it to our run tomo-‘ Chris grabs her arm, pulls her back in and gently presses his lips on hers. The kiss isn’t wild or deep, but just their lips together feels like electricity running through. Their lips part and Emma’s eyes go wide again. A blush is pulling up on her cheeks as Chris admires her with a small smile. ‘I like the way you smell too,‘ he admits. ‘I’m sorry, I have to get my head straight,‘ Emma tells him, handing him his sweater and almost running away, leaving Chris feeling confused. Did he read her feelings wrong? Was it all purely platonic?

It has almost been a week. A week since the kiss, a week since Emma disappeared and The Dutchess closed. Robert called Chris for to meet somewhere because he knows it has something to do with him. It has to. Those two were basically eye fucking each other the first time they met. They ended up in Chris’ garden to keep it private. ‘Why do I get the feeling all of this has something to do with you?‘ Robert stares Chris down, not a bit of niceness in his voice. He sounds nasty, like he’ll do something to Chris and he will. If he hurt her, that is. Emma is like family to him and he’ll treat her as such. If Chris took advantage of her, he’ll make it right. ‘I didn’t do anything,‘ Chris argues, ‘I don’t know what’s going on.‘ The two stare at each other for what feels like forever. Then Chris’ phone goes off. ‘Yes?‘ “Hey Chris, it’s Tom. Listen, I just met up with Emma and she asked if you and Robert were coming to the party Monday since she hadn’t heard from either of you.“ ‘You met up with Emma? Where is she?‘ “Well, she just took a plane back to the Netherlands. She’s been visiting family in Europe.“ Chris looks up at Robert. ‘Visiting family in Europe you say? Listen, I’m here with Robert. I’ll put you on speaker.‘ “Hi mister Downey. Emma said that you’d know about the party. She said it’s an annual thing and she felt sad that she hadn’t heard anything from either of you. She thought you would’ve seen the post by now.“ ‘The post,‘ Robert asks. “Yeah, the Instagram post on the private page of The Dutchess.“ Robert pulls out his phone and goes to the page. This is the first time Chris hears anything about a page. ‘What’s this page you’re on about?‘ ‘Don’t bother asking him,‘ Robert snaps, ‘it’s a private Instagram page that keeps members of The Dutchess updated. A better question is how you got into that page Tom.‘ “Oh, I’m a member of The Queen’s Garden. It’s the British version in England. They’re all owned by the same family.“ ‘Well that’s new,‘ Robert mumbles and shows Chris his phone, ‘let Emma know we’ll call her to confirm we’re going.‘ “I can’t tell her. She already left. I think you’re better off just calling The Dutchess or calling her dad. She told me you have his number.“ ‘Okay, thanks Tom.‘ “No problem. Have fun at the party.“ Chris stares Robert down, waiting for an apology he’s never going to get. ‘I forgot about that,‘ Robert admits, which is as much as an apology as Chris is going to get. ‘But there is something going on between you two. I’m certain of it. You wouldn’t be the first one to fall for her.‘ ‘What do you mean?‘ ‘She’s charming and beautiful. There has been more than one occasion where her father blacklisted a member because he was making moves on Emma.‘ ‘I-I’m sorry?‘ Robert sighs. ‘To name a few, Tom Cruise, Channing Tatum, Hernry Cavill got close to being blacklisted,‘ Robert sums up. ‘You’re forgetting about Hiddleston,‘ a voice calls. The two of them turn around to see Emma walking towards them, Dodger already circling her feet. ‘Emma, you’re back,‘ Robert says quite unbothered. ‘Hi, welcome back,‘ Chris says, opening his arms for a hug which she happily walks into. She presses a kiss to Robert’s cheek and sits down with the two. ‘As I said, you’re forgetting about that time with Tom Hiddleston,‘ she says, ‘my father almost blacklisted him because our way of friendship is flirting. He has no interest in me whatsoever. I’m not his type.‘ She says the last thing while looking at Chris. ‘He prefers my niece.‘ ‘I thought you’d be home Monday,‘ Robert says. She looks at him with a smile. ‘I was supposed to be home Monday, but I realized I left someone hanging at home,‘ she explains, ‘so Chris, can I take you out sometime? Preferably tonight at seven?‘

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knives-out20 · 3 years

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Conversation Pits Of Fate - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, DeepSpace,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Flirting, What is going ON, Still no collar kink I swear to god yall what the fuck, Please send help,

Notes: yehhhebhehehe.

Bobby, his Buddies, Cliff, Dolly, and of course the members of KISS were scattered around his home during one of their (now usual) hangouts.

The men of KISS were all still in their makeup (some still in costume), being that they didn’t want to take it off after soundcheck.

Deep and Ace happened to be alone in Bobby’s conversation pit.

Deep leaned back in his seat, arms propped up onto the head cushions. “Penelope told me that Gene told her you showed up to your audition in two different coloured sneakers. That right?”

Ace sighed in reminisce, nodding to confirm. “One orange, one red. I was poor as hell, man. I dropped by with my best friend Chris, Paul ‘n’ Gene liked what they heard, and boom. Space Ace.”

Deep hummed in reply.

“I also actually came up with our logo.”

“For real?”

“Yea, dude” Ace scooted closer to Deep, black lips pulled into a smile.

Deep dropped his arm- the one closer to Ace- and cleared his throat. “Y’know, for the Buddies, we were all friends with Bobby prior to the band’s formation. Bobby was just like ‘what if we started a band?’ and we all kinda went along with it.”

“Yea, that sounds better than starting a band with complete strangers. At least they didn’t jump me” Ace joked.

Deep chuckled, “yea. Penny, Benji and I are hella lucky we’re able to juggle our comedy trio work with the band, or else all hell would break loose” he told, eyes tracing the outlines of the silver stars Ace would put around his eyes.

Ace reached out, lightly pinching Derek’s cheek. “Look at you doing little funny acts with your brother ‘n’ sister,” he teased, “adorable.”

“Man-” Deep scoffed, swatting Ace’s hand away. “Buzz off.”

Ace imitated bee-like buzzing noises, pulling his arm away. “How long you been doin’ this for, anyway?”

“Since we were, like, around your age.”

“You make yourself sound so much older than me, shut the hell up” Ace chortled. “Cliff’s the oldest one we got, relax.”

Deep shrugged, exhaling through his nose. “As you wish.”

Ace tilted his head, his gaze on Deep interested and, well, deep. “Sight for sore eyes, y’know that?”

“What is?”

“You, dipshit.”

Deep smiled, poking the inside of his tongue. “Funny, I could say the same about you.”

“But you’ve only ever seen me with this heavy makeup on.”

“I don’t believe I need to see you without makeup to know you’re a sight for sore eyes. Ace. Y’just are. No changin’ that, with or without makeup.”

Ace blinked, glancing away in embarrassment. “You’re making me blush” he mocked, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

Deep shook his head. “There’s a reason why you’re the Spaceman, Ace.”

“Oh, yea? Why?” Ace raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. He had no idea what was coming.

“’Cause, Ace. You’re out of this world.”

Ace playfully shoved Deep, “last straw, Derek. Weirdo.”

“Says you.”

“You’re weird, though” Ace insisted, scooting even closer.

“You’re even moreso.”

“No, you are.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you, Spacey” Deep raised his eyebrows. “Rats, who else could it be?”

“You!” Ace exclaimed his answer, drawing closer.

Deep sat in a way where he directly faced Ace, snorting. “Ace, you’re definitely one of the weirdest people I know. C’mon.”

“Funny, I could say the same about you” Ace whispered, winking at Deep.

Deep leaned back ever so slowly, rolling his eyes. “Copycat.”

“I’m not Peter, I’m afraid.��

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’d rather you over Peter any day” Deep grinned.

Ace leaned closer, slowly getting Deep’s back against the pit seats. He looked down at Deep, smiling sweetly despite their situation and the air of it all.

Deep gulped, relaxing his body where he lay. “You’re weird for doing this.”

“You’re weird for letting it happen.”

“Is that homophobia?”

“So you’re saying this is inherently gay? Huh? Two guys can’t just chill in a buddy’s conversation pit like this?”

“Touche.” Deep nervously licked his lips. “But, you’re still weird.”

“Want in on a secret?” Ace inquired, glancing around the room; they were still alone. He leaned down, close to Deep’s face. “You’re still fucking weirder” Ace mumbled.

Deep sighed softly, looking up at Ace in automatic admiration.

Ace’s lips parted slightly, white teeth shining through from between his dark, and yet inviting, lips.

Silence.

Not tense, not awkward, but comfortable enough for neither Deep nor Ace to move. Just stare up/down at one another, tension creeping up their narrow backs.

Ace’s eyes flickered down to Deep’s long nose, possibly a bit further below.

But Deep didn’t follow Ace’s gaze, he kept his eyes on Ace’s eyes, locked in on the darkness of them. Beautiful and brown, he could stare at them all day.

Sometimes he can’t help it, especially with the way Ace’s painted silver stars frame them so perfectly. Ace’s eyes convey so many emotions, sometimes the man doesn’t need to speak to express how he feels.

And to Deep, those eyes were so, so, so beautiful.

Ace looked back at Deep’s eyes, creeping in closer.

And Deep let it happen, semi-involuntarily deceiving himself to look at Ace’s lips.

Ace came closer, Deep allowing it when their lips meet. His eyelids hid Deep’s favourite sight from view, but Deep didn’t mind because he did the same.

Deep’s hands rested at either side of his head, Ace holding one of them (he used his other hand to keep himself up properly).

Ace allowed himself to get lost in the moment, one possibly long overdue. He pressed himself against Deep gently, letting go of his hand. Ace hooked two fingers around the ring of Deep’s collar- the one Deep wore often, the one Ace loved so much- and used it to tug Deep closer, in order to deepen the kiss.

Deep grunted quietly, but couldn’t lie and say he didn’t like when Ace tugged him like that. But that’s for another day. Right now, he had to focus on the fact that he was kissing Ace fuckin’ Frehley.

Ace trailed two fingers up Deep’s leg and ghost around the hem of Deep’s skirt, but was able to hold himself back from trailing his hands up and under them like he told Deep he would. He pulled away, and instantly started giggling at the sight. “Derek, it looks like you took some weird cocaine and made out with some charcoal.”

Deep kissed his teeth, trailing his teeth with his tongue while he grinned up at Ace.

Ace let out a low whistle, leaning back in and kissing Ace again. “Damn you, Derek Sweeney” he muttered against Deep’s lips, tugging him closer by his collar ring again.

Peter pulled away from the crack in the door, silent as the night but sure as hell at what he just witnessed in that second. Swiftly, he crept down the hall and far way from the room Ace and Deep occupied. Peter figured he’d better keep this to himself. He didn’t talk much, anyway. But also, this entire matter is in Ace’s and Deep’s hands.

Surely they could handle that themselves.

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malumsmermaid · 5 years

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Car Wash-frat!Calum

I had this idea a while ago, abandoned it, and recently it came back to me, so here it is.

Warnings: Smut

Calum Hood x Plus Sized OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Amber slid her t-shirt over her swimsuit after having applied plenty of sunscreen and stepped into her nike workout shorts. She knew they didn’t cover much more of her thick thighs than her bathing suit did, but she felt better with them on. One of her sorority sisters knocked at her door as she was tightening her shoelaces, alerting her to the fact that everyone was getting ready to meet in the front yard of the house to so they could meet the brothers at the library, where they were having this year’s charity car wash.

She sighed, glancing over to her desk, covered in flashcards stacked on top of her textbooks. She’d much rather go sit out in the backyard by the pool and study for her finals than stand in the library parking lot in her bathing suit. There was no way out of it though, especially considering she was the one who suggested who they should donate the money to this year, the same shelter she was volunteering at with a few of the brothers. She just hoped that once the presidents announced the groups that she would be able to just spend time under their tailgating tent, playing with the adoptable puppies that would be there to represent to people where their money was going.

She sighed, rising from her bed to make her way down from her third floor bedroom to the front lawn. Both ahead of and behind her she could hear the sound of flip flops on the stairs, and she hummed. While her vans would certainly be soaked by the end of the day, she figured she’d prefer wet socks and shoes to the possibility of twisting her ankle due to her feet sliding around on the wet foam of her flip flops. She shook her head as she walked out the front door, quickly finding Jasmine, her best friend who had convinced her to join the sorority in the first place two years earlier. They stood there talking while they waited for everyone to find their way outside before piling into the cars to go to the library. Amber ended up in the middle seat in the back and she did her best to make herself smaller, not wanting to take up too much space from the other two girls, pressing her knees together and squeezing her arms into her sides. Fortunately the ride was quick and they all piled out, pulling buckets and soap from trunks before forming a large clump in front of the library with the brothers. They all listened intently as Andrea and Chad listed off the different group types, one group of two for playing with the puppies, a group of three for the car check-in station, and four groups of five for the actual car washing. Amber was antsy as everyone got listed off, Jasmine grouped with her on again off again boyfriend in the first car wash group. Soon it was just Amber and four of the brothers left for the final car wash group.

She hummed, smiling over at Luke and Michael, the two she was often on shifts with at the shelter. They both threw their arms over her shoulders as they walked over to the fourth car wash lane. Calum and Ashton were hanging back, talking to each other quietly as they walked. She’d hung out with them some as well, Ashton was nice to hang out with when her friends went off to do other things at parties and tail gates when it got to be a little much for her. Calum was usually there with Ashton during the parties, plus he volunteered at the animal shelter too. His schedule was slightly different from Luke and Michael’s so Amber only saw him there once a week, the one night where she had to be there for the evening rounds. She always enjoyed those nights, they were the most she had interacted with him since joining the sorority. He always had fun playing with the dogs out in the yards and she loved hearing him coo at all the animals as he fed them and worked with them. This past semester they’d switch off getting each other dinner after their shift ended. She’d been enjoying getting to know him better and all, but part of her couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else there.

She’d heard rumors from her sisters that he was a drifter, he didn’t really get in too close to anyone he was involved with. But the things she’d learned from Calum himself made her question some of the things she’d heard about him. Often times she’d shake herself out of thoughts of how she would respond if Calum actually asked her out for a date. Her self consciousness would take back over, reminding her of what she looked like, what she’d look like next to him. She doubted she was even his type and barely considered it again until the next time they were at dinner again, Calum’s laugh filling her ears as she talked about what had happened in class earlier that day.

The thoughts were back again as she and Luke filled the buckets with soap and water, waiting for their first car of the day. She glanced over the rim of the bucket and saw Michael and Calum throwing wet sponges at each other as Ashton pulled up in the first car, his own. Luke grinned at her and they each grabbed a bucket, walking over as Ashton killed the engine, climbing out and pocketing the key. “Treat her well.” he joked, earning himself a spray from the hose Luke had just picked up.

The boys all giggled, the group of five getting to work as the line of cars started to grow. They fell into an easy rhythm as the morning went on. Michael ended up spraying Calum down to the point that he had to remove his soaked tank top, exposing his golden torso. She continued working side by side with him, only taking the slightest glance his way from time to time. They were finishing up the last car in their line when truck with a massive lift pulled up behind it, caked in mud. The truck bed held a flag, the fabric reading off the colors of the rival frat. Luke drove off to park the last car, Ashton, Michael and Calum standing with their arms crossed as the filthy truck pulled forward. The other frat’s president jumped down from the truck as soon as the engine cut off, smirking at the group. He tossed Michael the keys, saying, “Figured I’d make this little car wash worth your while. Think Hemmings is tall enough to reach the tops of the windows and roof so you don’t have to pick her up.”

Amber looked down into the filmy soap water, her cheeks heating up at the boy’s comment. The men were all silent for a moment, Michael and Ashton staring in shock until Calum spoke up, “Think we can handle it from here, mate. How about you head on in and study for the physics final, actually pay attention to your tutor for once so maybe you don’t fail.”

Amber slowly looked up, Chris’ body was stiff as he took a few steps towards Calum, fists clenched. Calum just stared him down until the brunette who had been in the truck as well gripped Chris’ wrist. “He’s right. Let’s go.” she stated, her gaze hard as she stood her ground.

Chris scowled, spitting towards Calum before turning and following her. Calum shook his head, grabbing the hose from the ground as Luke came running back over, “Fucking cunt.” he muttered under his breath, “C’mon, let’s get this thing shining.”

They worked together, managing to get the truck clean as the other group that was still working finished their car too. Calum grabbed the keys from Michael, turning to Amber, “Hey Am, want to help me make sure I don’t hit anything while I’m parking this thing?”

She nodded, climbing up into the passenger seat. She watched as Calum’s thumb tapped against the steering wheel while he searched for an empty spot. He easily pulled the truck through two empty end spaces, putting it in park, but leaving the engine running. “Guess you didn’t need me.” Amber joked, chewing her lip.

Calum shook his head, reaching across the console. “Just needed a reason to have you come with me, though I probably would’ve needed help if I didn’t find this spot. Are you ok?”

Amber stared, eyes wide before whispering, “Yeah, not anything I hadn’t heard before.”

Calum frowned, reaching out and taking her chin in his hand, “Shouldn’t have to, love, you’re gorgeous.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek. “Was thinkin’, we should get him back, maybe show this backseat how a woman should be taken care of…so I just…wanna ride my face?”

Amber balked, eyes fluttering as she scrambled, “Are you, are you sure? I mean, I—“

Calum cut her off with another kiss, this time to her lips, “‘M sure if you’re sure, what do you say?”

She was flustered to say the least, but she managed, “Yeah, I—let’s do it.”

Calum grinned, climbing over the console into the backseat of the truck, taking Amber’s hand and helping her over, she fell onto his chest with a soft, “oof,” blush creeping over her face as he giggled, kissing her again. She smiled again his lips, giggling back slightly as she pulled away.

He smiled up at her, whispering, “Didn’t think we’d end up like this in this sort of situation, had ideas, but that asshole pissed me off too much, made me abandon them. C’mere Amber, we gotta do this quick, promise I’ll make it up to you later, when we don’t have people waiting on us, so I can actually ‘preciate you.”

She smiled at him shyly, leaning down and giving him one last kiss before she felt Calum’s hands, gently puling at her shorts and swimsuit bottoms, sliding them down her legs. She sighed against his lips, carefully kicking the bottoms off of her ankles, Calum humming. “God I wish we had the time I wanted.” He whispered, hands grabbing her bare hips, pulling her forward.

She sighed, slowly moving as he guided her body to hover over his face. She got comfortable, chewing her lip once she was done, Calum’s breath warm on the inside of her thighs. “Ready?” he whispered, placing gentle kisses to her thigh.

Amber took a deep breath, whispering “yeah.”

She had thought she was, but as soon as the word passed her lips, Calum’s were on her, his tongue flattened against her clit as he carefully pushed a finger into her, as though he had done this hundreds of times. She gasped, hand reaching, grasping the nearest headrest as he slowly began thrusting his finger in and out, his lips sucking at her as he did. “God Cal,” she whimpered, fingers finding their way into his dark curls.

He hummed, Amber looking down at him, his eyes closed, eyebrows pulled together in concentration. She shook from the vibrations he’d just sent through her and he quickly reached up, free hand supporting her as he inserted his second finger, both digits curling up. She moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his hair and she felt him smile. He sped up his pace, continuing to alternate between darting his tongue out to flick at her clit and wrapping his lips around the bud. He could feel her shaking above him and pulled his fingers from her, smirking as she whimpered his name again. “Ssshh, I said I was gonna take care of you.” he whispered, wrapping his arm around her before pressing the pad of his thumb against the bundle of nerves, roughly moving it back and forth. “Let go, Amber, know you’re almost there.”

She shivered, pressing down against his face as his tongue circled her entrance. His tongue entered her and not long after she felt herself coming apart. He groaned, fingers digging into her flesh as he worked her through. He cleaned her up with his tongue, continuing to support her until he pulled away, shifting to hold her to him. “S’perfect.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She sighed against his lips, tasting herself on him. He smiled, carefully helping her cover herself again. “You got Dr. Brewer for mythology too, right? Think I need some help mapping The Hero’s Journey for Persephone and Hades, wanna help me study? I’ll get us some lunch after I drop you off, meet you at the pool.”

She smiled, “Sounds nice.”

Calum beamed, carefully helping her down. “Walk in front of me while we return this key though.”

Her cheeks turned red, but she nodded, letting him hold her as they walked across the parking lot. Once they’d reached the library doors he had his arm around her shoulders, walking next to her. He dropped the key in the bucket with the others that had been used for the car wash. He scanned the lower floor of the library, humming before turning and walking back outside. They walked to his car, conversation flowing easily as he drove back to the sorority house. He dropped her off, running across the street to change. Amber went upstairs, changing as well, gathering her books and making her way to the patio table.

Ten minutes later, Calum joined her, carrying food in his hands, backpack over his shoulder. She smiled, clearing a space among her notes. He smiled, setting out the food and sitting across the table. She was happy to help him study, both of them going back and forth on quizzing the other on the vocab and themes of the major myths they’d gone over that semester.

The sky slowly grew darker, clouds moving in on them, but neither of them noticed until a few raindrops began falling. They both scattered, shoving everything into Calum’s bag before running across the patio to the sliding door. By the time they got inside it was pouring, both of them soaked. They both giggled, Amber leading the way up to her room. She grabbed her bath towels, turning around to hand one to Calum, gasping when she saw him, completely stripped down except for his boxers as he hung his wet clothes on the drying rack next to her desk. He smiled as he took the towel from her hands, walking over to sit on her bed once he was dry, backpack left at the door.

“C’mere sweetheart. “ He stated, holding his hand out as he got comfortable, “Gonna catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes. She nodded, slowly sliding off her shorts, toweling off her legs before shyly lifting her shirt. Calum smiled, pulling her to him, “Think we’ve got that time I was looking for earlier now, what do you say?”

She nodded, smiling as he pulled her into him, laying back as her lips met his again.

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mojofun · 4 years

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Good Friends Will Be Stupid Together (Chris Evans x OC)

Hello people; this is an entry for another writing chllenge I participated in. The prompt was “Good friends don’t let you do stupid things together”; let’s see how the king of dorks and OC handle the tension. I wanted to tag @lebakedbeaute and, also, give a shoutout to @kitkatd7 for the many funny and wonderful prompts in this challenge. I hope you enjoy this story 😊

Warnings: gets a little cheeky in the end, but nothing graphic

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Emerson groaned, bringing a hand to her head when it throbbed painfully. Blurred memories all came back in full force, making her feel dizzy; she fell back on the pillow with a huff.

All of a sudden the lights came on; she covered her eyes with her hands, hissing in pain

<<Sorry babe, but I couldn’t see anything>>

That voice.

Once a sign she was dreaming, now straight from her nightmares. As soon as the blaring lights grew dimmer, she removed her protection and blinked to focus on the indistinct figure that stood by the door. It took her a while, but she could eventually distinguish the unkempt blond hair and his omnipresent smile that made her insides flip.

Damn, she thought. Of course, I had to make a fool of myself in front of him

She slapped herself mentally a thousand times

<<How are you feeling, Em?>> His thick accent made the butterflies in her stomach stir to life, though in her conditions it was remarkably similar to the need of throwing up that she was adamantly suppressing

I’m not about to make this situation even worse

<<Like I ran into a train head-on>>

He chuckled lightly, handing her a glass of water and something fizzy

<<What’s that?>>

<<Drink it, it will make you feel better>>

<<But->>

<<Just drink it>>

<<Oh, right, I forgot I was talking with the king of hangovers>>

The man cackled again

<<Snarky even after a whole night spent drinking; you’re something else, babe>>

<<Stop calling me that>> She muttered, forcing a sip of the concoction down her throat; it made her stomach even more upset, but she held on to the last sliver of her dignity

<<No can do, babe>> He took the glass from her and set it on the bedside table. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and walked to the door <<Sleep Em, you need it. Goodni->>

<<Good morning, rather>>

<<Whatever, talk to you later>>

<<Sure. Thanks, Chris>>

Once left to her own devices, Emerson felt her head buzz with an unhealthy amount of thinking for someone so hungover as her.

It was nothing new, though- the thinking part.

The drinking had been for a while her last resort into the most lethal curse known to humanity: unrequited feelings.

You drama queen

Shut up brain. Why are you so active now when you can’t function properly around him?

That snarky comeback was enough to shut up her subconscious, but she kept thinking hard.

Chris had been her best friend for years, and she always had a crush on him. Nothing unmanageable, but it was there.

The problems began a few months earlier when he asked her to accompany him to a family event- not as a date, her mind reminded her.

Emerson sighed, skimming through the memories with a wistful smile: he’d been so caring, so damn sweet that night, holding doors and even giving her his jacket when they left. It had been such a damn perfect evening that she’s almost leaned in to kiss him when they reached her apartment.

To this day, she thanked whatever guardian angel stopped her, though a part of her wanted to know what he tasted like, what it would feel like to be in his strong arms as their lips met

<<Fuck>> She groaned, sinking even deeper in the pillows- wait, pillows?

Yes, there was definitely more than one

Chris really thought of everything, damn him; as if I’m not in love enough already

Sleep came sooner than she hoped, and she was immensely grateful for that: it was the only time her mind let her enjoy some peace and quiet.

Outside the door Chris leaned against the wall, sighing deeply. The major crush he’d developed on his best friend was anything but good.

He cursed himself daily for being such a fool, but there was nothing he could do: Emerson was just too beautiful, too funny, too sweet, too… Too perfect.

He sighed again; he needed to learn how to live knowing he’d only ever be her best friend.

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<<Good morning, princess>>

Chris’s way-too-cheerful voice greeted her the next morning when she finally emerged from her bedroom

<<Hi>>

<<How are you?>>

<<Good, thanks; the headache passed>>

<<Awesome. Want some breakfast?>> <<N->> <<I made pancakes>>

The woman stilled, brushing her black hair out of her face, fixing her caramel eyes on him with a pout <<Damn you>>

<<You know you love me, princess>> He joked, pulling the chair out for her. When she was seated, he handed her a tall stack of pancakes with an insane amount of syrup, just the way she liked them

You don’t even know how true that is, Chris

<<Thank you>>

<<You’re welcome>>

The small smile he gave her was enough to make her blush.

He let her eat in peace, going as far as to bring her a glass of orange juice directly at the table. When she was done though, he became serious

<<Emerson?>>

She flinched

I know that tone: dad-Chris-mode is on

She fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt- not hers; she’d… Commandeered it from the blond a while earlier. He didn’t know, of course, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The knowledge that he’d changed her made her cheeks even redder, but she said nothing about it

<<Yes?>>

<<Can we talk?>>

<<Sure; you know you don’t need to ask me>>

<<Actually, this is about you>>

I knew it

<<Uh, ok. What’s up?>>

His gaze grew stern, his lips no longer curled in a smile

<<I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while, Em. You’ve been acting… Weird, for a while now>>

Oh fuck

<<Weird? What do you mean? I’m always weird>>

Those words forced a smile on his lips; it was small, but it was something, and it brought a smile on her face too

<<Yes, but you’re a nice weird, wonderful even>>

Stop it, you dork

<<Recently though, it’s been more of a bad weird>>

<<Bad? In what way?>>

As if you don’t know, her brain reprimanded her. You’ve been humiliating yourself even more than you normally do, and that’s saying something

Shut up

Chris’s baby blue eyes stared at her gravely

<<Do you remember almost leaving the club with that guy yesterday night?>>

His tone was displeased, and she knew she deserved. Guilt ate at her, but back then it had been the only way she found to cope with everything

<<Yeah, I do>>

<<He could have hurt you, Emerson. You didn’t know him>>

<<I’m aware of that. By the way, thanks for saving me>>

Another small smile appeared on his gorgeous face

<<Good friends don’t let you do stupid things>>

She laughed

<<Really? I thought that’s all we do together>>

He joined her laughter, reclining back on the couch; seeing his arm inevitably reach out to touch whatever was next to him, just like he always did, made her grin fondly

Damn you, dork; how are you so adorable?

<<That may be true, but Em>> He became serious again <<I’m worried about you. Why would you do something like that? It’s so unlike you>>

<<I… I don’t want to talk about it>>

<<Em, please. You->>

<<I said I don’t want to!>> The young woman barked, looking away the moment she saw confusion and hurt on his face <<Please. I don’t want to>>

<<Babe, you’re making me worry>>

<<You don’t need to. It’s my fault, I’m the one who’s been stupid enough to->> She barely caught herself in time <<Never mind>>

<<Dammit, Emerson>> Chris pleaded, standing up from the couch and kneeling in front of her <<Talk to me; you know you can tell me anything>>

Seeing him like that cut her breath short; her brain galloped miles per minute, transporting the kneeling man into an entirely different universe in her imagination…

She cringed, gritting her teeth and stomping her foot

<<Em! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?>>

The female stopped moving, staring into his azure eyes that held so much more affection than she felt she deserved, and yet…, It was not the kind of affection she wanted

Ever the selfish fiend, her subconscious cried out.

Her restraint was dangerously close to snapping.

As soon as their eyes met again, she gave in ad cradled his face with her hands

<<Babe, what->> He couldn’t finish that sentence because she pressed her lips against his; while her eyes closed, his stayed wide open.

It only lasted for a moment, but she relished it. However, seeing him so taken aback when she opened her eyes again made realisation dawn on her, and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her immediately

<<Fuck. Chris, I- Fuck. Excuse me>> She stood up so fast that he almost toppled over and she ran past him, headed toward the door.

At that moment, he realised what was going on. She liked him, and she thought he didn’t reciprocate: that’s why she’d been so strange as of late.

He had to stop her

<<Emerson, get back here>>

She ignored him

<<For crying out loud Emerson, come back now!>>

A hand slammed on the door before she could open it, while a muscled arm wrapped around her waist

<<Let me g->>

His lips on hers interrupted her speech; this time her eyes were blown wide, while the man closed his to better enjoy the sensations the kiss gave him. Finally, after a while, he pulled away; she blinked at him in puzzlement

<<What…>>

<<As I said before, good friends don’t let you do stupid things. Well, not alone>>

That reply made her laugh, and he held her tight while she shook her head in amusement. He guided her to the couch, wrapping his arms around her when she sat down

<<Em?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<Did you… Did you mean it?>>

<<The kiss? Yes, honey; it was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done->> Chris snorted, earning himself a swat on the chest as they laughed <<But I meant it completely. Luckily, good friends don’t let you do stupid things alone>>

The blonde snickered and pecked her lips

<<Is that all we are? Good friends?>>

<<I still want to be your best friend, Chris, but I wouldn’t be opposed to, let’s say, exploring other dimensions to or relationship as well>>

<<When you put it that way…>>

He leaned closer to her.

Finally, both of them closed their eyes to fully enjoy the kiss.

Putting themselves out there might actually be the stupidest thing they’d ever done, but they were grateful it happened; so grateful.

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<<Chris?>> Emerson called

<<Yes, princess?>>

<<Can we, you know… Do more stupid things together?>>

The blond actor cackled: seeing her like that only made her more adorable in his eyes. He pecked his cheek while she ran her hands on his chest

<<More stupid things…

As in a greater number or, you know… Sillier than this?>>

She beamed at him, chortling softly at her dumb joke. Then, her expression changed. The salacious smirk on her plump lips cut his breath short. She grabbed him by the shirt and whispered, pulling him closer

<<I was thinking you, actually>>

The last thing the blond actor remembered was picking her up and hurrying down the corridor in a flurry of clothes.

The TV show they planned on watching would have to wait.

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years

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Yours Truly [Part Five]

Summary: Chris’s parents visit for Layla’s birthday; his outburst during a discussion with his mother surprises everyone. Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1650 Warnings: Mentions of divorce and abandonment. A/N: This fic was previously posted on my multi-fandom account; in honor of OC Appreciation Day, I figured I would queue it all up for your reading pleasure throughout the day! This was a collab with @captain-s-rogers , and I will link her chapters at the end of all of my posts! Some GIFs were difficult to find again, so if there’s no credit, they’re from Google Image Search or from the original post.

July 1

Caroline,

So, you don’t have it bad for Chris? Then explain to me what that was after the debate! If you don’t have it bad for him, I’m going to venture to say that he has it bad for you. Drunk words and actions are sober thoughts.

As for Chris here, I don’t think he’ll be falling in love with anyone anytime soon. I think he’s still getting over his ex-wife, and I should probably figure out where I’m working next year before I start something with someone.

Layla’s birthday is today. We have invited a few of her friends, and Chris’s parents drove down from Minnesota for a long weekend. Seems like a far drive for a few-days’ stay to me, but Layla is happy to see them, and that’s all that matters. It will be a small affair, but it will be exactly what Layla asked for.

I’ve got to finish hemming my dress before the party, then bake and decorate cupcakes … summer procrastination at it’s finest over here!

Write soon and tell me more about Chris and the campaign. I can’t get enough of your letters!

Yours truly,

Sadie

The whirring of the sewing machine came to an abrupt halt when Sadie let her foot off the pedal. She snipped the thread and her dress was freed from the machine. After trimming the tails off a few more threads, she held it up in front of her; this new sundress was already one of her favorites.

Once the cupcakes were baking, she got Layla through the bath, then left it up to Kathleen, Chris’s mother, to dress the girl. Chris and his father, Daniel, had been up early to do the day’s chores before the party. There would still be the evening feeding of some of the animals, but that wouldn’t interfere with anything they had planned for the day.

“Adie! Will you put my bow on, please?” Layla pleaded, coming into the kitchen where Sadie was beginning to frost the freshly cooled cupcakes.

Sadie took the bow from her and crouched down to Layla’s level. “Your grandma made such a pretty braid in your hair!”

“Thank you,” Layla said, sitting still until the small bow was secured at the top of the braid, just above the nape of her neck. She turned and kissed Sadie on the cheek, then ran off to find her grandmother again.

Sadie got in the shower then, washing up quick so she could blow-dry and curl her hair when she got out. She donned her new dress and applied some natural makeup before slipping into a pair of sandals.

She literally bumped into Chris as she exited her room; he had been headed her direction, it seemed. Sadie chuckled at the mishap along with him and asked what she could help with.

“This tie,” he groaned. “I don’t wear one too often, but Layla said everyone has to dress their best, and I don’t want to let her down. A polo and jeans didn’t seem good enough. Can you help me?”

Sadie swallowed hard and nodded. The man wasn’t long out of the shower, and he smelled positively … well, manly. Not that she minded that smell of a hard’s day’s work, either. Today though, his smell combined with their proximity made Sadie’s heart beat even faster.

Chris lowered himself to her eye level; Sadie cleared her throat and forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand, and not the handsome blue eyes watching her face while she worked.

“I’m sure Daniel taught you how to do this,” she said, tightening up the knot at his neck. “All done.”

“He did,” Chris replied, turning to the hallway mirror to make a few minor adjustments and roll his sleeves up to his elbows, “but I don’t do it often enough, and he’s busy cleaning up himself.”

Sadie nodded and moved past him toward the front of the house. Guests would be arriving soon, and if she didn’t get her head out of the clouds, she would be no help during this birthday party.

Layla’s party was perfect. She hadn’t been allowed to see the decor on the back patio until it was party time, to allow for an element of surprise. She jumped up and down and squealed with excitement over the balloons and streamers and flowers before running off with her friends to the bouncy house Chris had rented and set up not far from the covered patio. The adults could relax in the shade where the fans were and still keep an eye on the kids.

“Chris, will you take a picture of Layla and me?” Sadie requested when the cake was brought out. “To send to Caroline.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Layla hopped up in Sadie’s lap near the cake and both girls smiled big for the camera. Sadie thanked Chris, then switched him out places so he could do the birthday song and candles with his daughter.

By the time all the guests went home, Layla had fallen asleep on the couch. Sadie offered to take her to bed; Chris smiled a thank you. He kissed his daughter on the forehead as Sadie walked by, then went out to the patio to help his mother clean up while his father worked on deflating the bouncy house.

Sadie managed to get Layla out of her party dress and into pajamas, and get the bow out of her hair, before tucking her cozy under the covers. Layla yawned and her pretty blue eyes looked up at Sadie.

“I think it’s okay Mama wasn’t here,” Layla said, “because then you wouldn’t be here. I love you, Adie.”

Sadie smoothed back Layla’s hair from her face. “I love you too, Layla.”

With a smile, she switched off the light and pulled the door almost closed. She headed out to the patio to help with the clean-up; heated voices stopped her at the back door.

“Mom, there’s still two months before Layla starts school. I’m not sending her up to Minnesota for the rest of the summer. I can’t.”

Kathleen sighed. “You can, you just won’t. You need time to heal from Emily leaving, sweetheart. Give yourself that time.”

“I’m over Emily — I’ve been over her. Things were bad for a while before she left, all right?” Sadie’s heart broke for Chris but also jumped at his confession of being over Emily. “Layla doesn’t need any more big changes.”

“Is this about Sadie? She’s a wonderful woman, but I can ready Layla for kindergarten, too.”

Sadie peered around the corner just in time to see Chris run a hand over his face and shift his weight to one foot in frustration.

“It’s about me not wanting to be away from my daughter, and — you know what, yeah, it is about Sadie. Layla loves her!” His voice raised even higher when he said, “I’m not going to let her lose another mother!”

Sadie gasped and lost her balance, causing her to slip against the doorway she had been leaning on and out onto the porch. She gained a good scrape on her elbow and up towards her wrist in the process.

“Sorry — I’m sorry,” Sadie stuttered out as she righted herself. “I’ll just — I’m gonna clean this up.”

She was rinsing off her elbow at the kitchen sink when Chris came inside. It was an awkward angle, and he offered to help her.

“Hop up on the counter there.” He wet a washcloth and cleaned the dirt from her scrape before going to the medicine cabinet for antibiotic ointment and a bandage.

The gentle way he applied the ointment and then the bandage made Sadie swoon a little more. In the weeks since she had come to the Pratt farm, the closed-off, rough man had warmed up, opened up, and began to work his way into Sadie’s heart. Between moments with Layla and early morning breakfast chats, as well as late night talks after Layla went to bed, Sadie knew she wasn’t going to have a hold on her feelings for much longer.

“Sadie, what I said about Layla not losing another mother,” Chris spoke up, breaking into her thoughts, “it may not have come out the way I intended.”

“It’s okay,” Sadie shrugged. She wanted to tell him that she would be all right if he meant it the way he said it, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. “I’m not upset.”

“Good,” Chris smiled, helping her off the counter. “Thank you for everything today, Sadie. You made Layla’s day really special. And my birthday the other day. Means a lot.”

Sadie smiled. “It’s my pleasure, Chris. Really.”

She didn’t know it then, but that was the moment Chris realized he was falling for her. He stared at her long enough though, Sadie cleared her throat and excused herself to go outside and help with finishing the clean up from the party.

Sadie was in pajamas, reading through job opportunities on her laptop when Kathleen came to her door.

“Am I interrupting?”

Sadie closed her laptop. “Not at all. Everything okay?”

Kathleen took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I want to apologize if I offended you with what I said earlier. It’s nothing against you. Daniel and I just worry so much about Layla and Chris. Emily left them so suddenly — I won’t get into that. I appreciate what you’re doing for them, more than you know. Even the things you don’t know that you’re doing.”

“As I told Chris earlier, it’s truly my pleasure. I appreciate you clearing that up for me.” Sadie smiled and leaned over to hug the older woman. Before Kathleen could leave, she asked, “What do you mean, the things I don’t know I’m doing?”

Kathleen simply smiled and bid the younger woman good night.

Part Six

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 years

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Lessons In Love [Part Twenty Five]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Marvel Actor,

Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Female Character, Tom Hiddleston x Origininal Female Character

Characters: Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Original Female Characters, Erin O’Connell, Maria Vega,

Word Count: 41,176 // Rating:Mature

Warnings: AU, Chris isn’t famous, Friendship, friends to lovers, violence, guns, stalking, jealousy, featuring bad tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, OC, OFCs, Erin O’Connell, Maria Vega, Friendship, Friends, Friends to lovers, Blossoming Friendship, Violence Stalking, AU, Kidnapping, Angst, Fluff ANger BFFS, Guns Gun Violence, Flirting, Established relationship Sebastian Stan, Trust Issues, Lawyers, Slow Burn, Romance, Cuddling, Reader Dress Inspo

Summary: She’s never been lucky in love and it’s about to get even worse.

Note: Completed Series. Updated 11/2022

Tags: @isaxhorror @patzammit @lilypalmer1987

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It was a challenge to get out of bed on the morning of the christening. We spent all Saturday night out with Scott and it was amazing. We went to the movies and then for dinner and Scott convinced us to go onto a bar where we got far too drunk. We tried to make our way quietly back into the house but I was far too gone and I vaguely remember the memory of Chris carrying me upstairs. So when my alarm blared at 10am the next morning all I could do was groan. My head throbbed as I lifted it off of the pillow and sat up. Chris was sprawled out on his front, snoring softly, and had his arm wrapped around me. He stirred as I got out of bed and rubbed his eyes as he rolled over onto his back waking up. I padded to the bathroom and showered trying to wake myself up. By the time I got back, he was sat up scrolling through his phone.

‘Morning,’ he greeted me. ‘Mornin,’ I said clambering back into bed and sliding down next to him watching him scroll, ‘what happened last night?’ ‘I don’t even know,’ he chuckled, ‘Scott has that effect on people. Don’t worry I’m sure we didn’t do anything too bad.’ ‘You had to carry me upstairs!’ I grumbled, ‘that’s bad enough.’ ‘I had to do that to get you away from Dodger. You petted him for at least half an hour downstairs.’ ‘Really?’ I giggled. ‘He didn’t mind,`` Chris said, ‘but I don’t think my Grandma took too well to it.’ ‘Shit yeah,’ I said, ‘I forgot she’s here now, damn.’ ‘Why do you think I stopped you?’ he grinned. ‘What time do we have to be ready for?’ ‘Mass is at midday, so we’re setting off at about half eleven. Everyone’s prepping but Scott’s probably running interference for us so don’t worry just get ready and we’ll go.’ ‘Hey, I’m showered I just gotta get dressed and do my makeup,’ I said leaning over and sniffing him, ‘you’re the one who should get a move on.’ ‘Oh you wanna play it that way huh?’ he said prodding me in my side, ‘don’t make me breathe on you.’ ‘Please God no. I already feel queasy.’ ‘That’s what I thought,’ he said acting butch. He moved over me climbing out the opposite side of the bed on purpose just to be awkward and moved to the bathroom. I didn’t think I was imagining it, he was definitely flirting with me.

I got out of bed and moved to the small mirror on Chris’ high school desk. I lay all the make up I had brought with me out on the table and started to paint my face. I found myself going a little bit extra here and there. I wore my hair down and natural because I hadn’t brought any styling products. I looked in the bag I brought for what to wear. I was glad I had grabbed nearly everything out of my closet and decided to wear the pastel-coloured dress that Maria had given me. I was sorting the hem out in the small mirror when I heard a whistle behind me. I turned to find Chris behind me in a towel.

‘You look pretty,’ he said kindly. ‘Thanks,’ I murmured as I routed back in my bag for the nude shoes I brought. Chris grabbed his slacks and shirt of the door before he took a pair of underwear out of his bag and slipped them on under his towel. He dressed quickly and after running my brush through his hair was ready to go. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my purse ready to go.

The house was a mad flurry of activity as Chris’ parents, siblings & spouses along with many kids now took over the kitchen sorting out everything last minute. Chris got attacked straight away by every kid around who all wanted him to play with them. Lisa took my hand and asked me to help with the rest of the food prep before we were shoved out the door and into Chris’ car along with several children to drive to the church.

We decanted in a mass of people and entered the church which was already half full of members of the congregation. We took a section of pews near the front and waited patiently, I chatted to Chris and Scott whilst Lisa made sure that everyone was behaving themselves. Pretty soon the mass started and a quiet fell over the group. It was a beautiful ceremony and I had to say Chris looked gorgeous amongst all his family. It was a challenge to get out of bed on the morning of the christening. We spent all Saturday night out with Scott and it was amazing. We went to the movies and then for dinner and Scott convinced us to go to a bar where we got far too drunk. We tried to make our way quietly back into the house but I was far too gone and I vaguely remember the memory of Chris carrying me upstairs. So when my alarm blared at 10 am the next morning all I could do was groan. My head throbbed as I lifted it off of the pillow and sat up. Chris was sprawled out on his front, snoring softly, and had his arm wrapped around me. He stirred as I got out of bed and rubbed his eyes as he rolled over onto his back waking up. I ambled to the bathroom and showered trying to wake myself up. By the time I got back, he was sitting up scrolling through his phone.

‘Morning,’ he greeted me. ‘Mornin,’ I said clambering back into bed and sliding down next to him watching him scroll, ‘what happened last night?’ ‘I don’t even know,’ he chuckled, ‘Scott has that effect on people. Don’t worry I’m sure we didn’t do anything too bad.’ ‘You had to carry me upstairs!’ I grumbled, ‘that’s bad enough.’ ‘I had to do that to get you away from Dodger. You petted him for at least half an hour downstairs.’ ‘Really?’ I giggled. ‘He didn’t mind,“ Chris said, ‘but I don’t think my Grandma took too well to it.’ ‘Shit yeah,’ I said, ‘I forgot she’s here now, damn.’ ‘Why do you think I stopped you?’ he grinned. ‘What time do we have to be ready for?’ ‘Mass is at midday, so we’re setting off at about half eleven. Everyone’s prepping but Scott’s probably running interference for us so don’t worry just get ready and we’ll go.’ ‘Hey, I’m showered I just gotta get dressed and do my makeup,’ I said leaning over and sniffing him, ‘you’re the one who should get a move on.’ ‘Oh you wanna play it that way huh?’ he said prodding me in my side, ‘don’t make me breathe on you.’ ‘Please God no. I already feel queasy.’ ‘That’s what I thought,’ he said acting butch. He moved over me climbing out the opposite side of the bed on purpose just to be awkward and moved to the bathroom. I didn’t think I was imagining it, he was definitely flirting with me.

I got out of bed and moved to the small mirror on Chris’ high school desk. I lay all the make-up I had brought with me out on the table and started to paint my face. I found myself going a little bit extra here and there. I wore my hair down and natural because I hadn’t brought any styling products. I looked in the bag I brought for what to wear. I was glad I had grabbed nearly everything out of my closet and decided to wear the pastel-coloured dress that Maria had given me. I was sorting the hem out in the small mirror when I heard a whistle behind me. I turned to find Chris behind me in a towel.

‘You look pretty,’ he said kindly. ‘Thanks,’ I murmured as I routed back into my bag for the nude shoes I brought. Chris grabbed his slacks and shirt off the door before he took a pair of underwear out of his bag and slipped them on under his towel. He dressed quickly and after running my brush through his hair was ready to go. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my purse ready to go.

The house was a mad flurry of activity as Chris’ parents, siblings & spouses along with many kids now took over the kitchen sorting out everything last minute. Chris got attacked straight away by every kid around who wanted him to play with them. Lisa took my hand and asked me to help with the rest of the food prep before we were shoved out the door and into Chris’ car along with several children to drive to the church.

We decanted in a mass of people and entered the church which was already half full of members of the congregation. We took a section of pews near the front and waited patiently. As I chatted with Chris and Scott I could see Lisa standing nearby making sure that everyone was behaving themselves. Pretty soon the mass started and a quiet fell over the group. It was a beautiful ceremony and I had to say Chris looked gorgeous amongst all his family.

I took many photos of the gang altogether outside the church before we made our way back to the Evans’. Chris’ niece insisted I was part of some of them too, she had taken quite a liking to me. The boys had obviously been hard at work during the time we had been asleep because the marquee was now up in the backyard, with tables of food inside and seating had been put out for all the family, which was vast. I got to know lots of Chris’ family but as he mingled with those he hadn’t seen in a while, which mostly involved playing with all the kids, I chatted with Scott & Carly

‘Chris tells me you’re a nurse Erin, is that right?’ Carly said when Scott went to get us another drink. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘at St Elizabeth’s.’ ‘So you’re sensible. That’s good, Chris’ has been known to date a few let’s say extravagant ladies in his time.’ ‘Date?’ I blushed, ‘Chris and I aren’t dating…’ ‘Sure you’re not,’ she laughed but it faded when she looked at my face, ‘you’re not?’ ‘Nope,’ I said sipping on the dregs of my drink. ‘But you guys are, I mean, you guys are like a couple. I’ve never seen Chris as smitten with anyone and he never brings anyone home to meet Mom and Dad.’ ‘Well, I don’t know about that but I can assure you we’re not together,’ I blushed. ‘But you want to be right?’ Scott asked entering our conversation with a tray of drinks. ‘Well, um…I don’t know I mean we’ve not really…there’s a lot going on right now…’ I mumbled. ‘Well you need to tell him,’ Carly said, ‘because I know my brother and he’s head over heels right now.’

I looked over to where Chris was laying on the grass covered in children whom he was scrambling against trying to get up but loving every minute of being mobbed. Dodger was jumping around them yapping happily. The scene made my heart swell. When I looked back over at Carly and Scott they were smirking at me which made me blush deep crimson again. Before I could say anything Chris came jogging over with Dodger at his feet and grabbed a beer off the table before cramming himself onto the small bench seat next to me. Scott and Carly shared a knowing look which Chris didn’t notice. I quickly changed the subject but couldn’t stop glancing at him.

We chatted for hours as the party continued on before the kids started to waiver and people made a move home. As people filtered out I helped Lisa tidy the trash that had been left up whilst Chris and his brother stored the garden furniture in the garage. They entered as I was drying the dishes Lisa had been washing with a giddy Dodger at their heels.

‘Someone’s excited,’ Lisa chuckled as Dodger flitted between everyone in the kitchen looking for attention. ‘Yeah,’ Chris said, ‘I’m gonna take him out for a bit, the kids got him all amped up. You want to come too, Erin?’ ‘Yeah sure,’ I said, ‘let me just finish up here-’ ‘-Don’t be silly,’ Lisa chided, ‘Bob can help me. You two take that puppy out before he breaks something.’ ‘Thank you,’ I smiled before handing the dish towel to Bob who had automatically stood at his wife’s word to take over my job. ‘C’mon Dodge,’ Chris said causing a new burst of excitement to come from him. He ran towards the front door, bouncing around eagerly waiting for us to catch up and put him on his lead before he bounded out the door, somehow able to pull Chris’ 6’2 frame out behind him.

We got a couple of blocks away before the excitement waned for Dodger and he stopped pulling on his leash and started to walk sensibly, still stopping to sniff everything of interest.

‘So…it’s later than I thought and you’ve not run for the hills. I’m impressed,’ Chris said as we walked side by side in the warm evening breeze. ‘What are you talking about?’ I chuckled. ‘My family. They’re big and loud. They get all up in your business, it’s enough to scare off anyone.’ ‘Chris,’ I said stopping for a moment, ‘you just described yourself. Anyway, I’ve put up with you for months, I’m used to it.’ ‘Is that right?’ Chris laughed. ‘Mmmhmm,’ I said. ‘You love me for it, don’t lie,’ he teased smugly. Taking his words literally I didn’t know how to respond and Chris looked at me as I became quiet, ‘you alright? I was only joking…’ ‘I know, I know,’ I said, ‘it’s just you’re right …I do like all that stuff about you.’ ‘Oh…good,’ Chris said, ‘I mean I figured otherwise you never would’ve been my friend for this long.’ ‘That’s not what I mean,’ I mumbled halting. Chris stopped too, puzzled, ‘I just…I know what I’ve said in the past but I sorta realised that I really like that stuff about you. Well, everything about you actually.’

‘Wait you like me, like y’know?’ he asked puzzled. ‘Yeah and Carly sorta mentioned that you might feel the same and…’ ‘Oh, I see,’ he said coolly, his jaw set, ‘Carly set this up huh?’ ‘What no! I just-’ ‘You felt guilty my sister was telling you what a sap I am about you and now you magically feel it too, I get it but I don’t need pity,’ Chris said marching on ahead of me. ‘Chris!’ I said jogging behind him trying to keep up with his long strides. I eventually caught him and grabbed his arm, pulling him as much as I could to get him to stop. ‘It’s okay Erin,’ he said, ‘Carly shouldn’t have butted in.’ ‘Carly didn’t do anything wrong! She thought we were a couple because she was right. We act like a freaking couple in so many ways. And it made me realise that I need to stop being such a dork and admit that. Look, if you don’t want to go any further than this,’ I said gesturing between us, ‘then fine but I just want you to know that I do…I just was scared-’

My ranting was cut off by the feel of Chris’ lips on mine. He was gentle but passionate and all but engulfed me in his body. We were stopped only by Dodger who had become confused at why his leash was no longer moving.

‘Well, that’s a mood killer,’ I chuckled as Dodger nudged his way between our legs attempting to either break us apart or get involved in whatever he thought he was missing out on.

‘Yeah, he’s good at that,’ Chris said and I looked at him sharing a similar beaming smile to what he was sporting, ‘c’mon, there’s a park just a way up. Let’s tire him out.’ ‘You think he’ll actually leave us alone after that?’ I scoffed. ‘Just be glad my Ma doesn’t allow pets in the bedrooms otherwise he’d be in bed with us.’ ‘Does he snore as loud as you?’ I said quirking an eyebrow. ‘You love it,’ he winked before walking on with Dodger who had become impatient.

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Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of."

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that?

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man."

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?"

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about."

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing.

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

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