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babyboy-cody · 5 years

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under my commands*

PAIRING: Michael/Male!Reader/Gallant

SUMMARY: Being a little pet to the Antichrist has it pros and cons. There’s very little rules in exceeding the pleasure aspect of the relationship. But the main rule is to always follow commands.

WARNINGS: sslloowww burn, degradation, choking, face slapping, hair pulling, spit swallowing, COLLARS AND LEASHES, pet play, spanking (with hand and belt), overstimulation, anal sex, humiliation kink, threesomes, oral

WORD COUNT: 6k

A/N: THIS IS MY VERY FRIST ATTEMPT AT WRITING AN ALL MALE THREESOME!! I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF IT’S COMPLETE SHIT 😭😭🙈 holy crap i didn’t realize i wrote so much!! 🥴 i’m so proud,,,,

There hasn’t been a day that went by where time moved impressively quick. Being trapped inside a dimly lit building for days on end does take a toll. The constant music playing on repeat, the same old dinner, the same Victorian outfits: nothing is ever different. Outpost 3 wasn’t entirely the worst. The area was spacious with a copious amount of rooms and halls. It’s been almost a week, or maybe more, since they’ve arrived at Outpost 3. Venable instructed for everyone to be patient and wait. Wait for what exactly?

Y/N sighs and leans against the velvet couch with one leg crossed over the other. The record player is on low as the same old record plays. The others in the room are practically emotionless as they do what Venable says. Y/N took his time to observe everyone. There was Coco, a highly annoying woman of the upper class. Timothy, an exceptionally handsome young man, although reserved and respectful. Emily, a soft spoken young girl with darker skin. Dinah, a strong minded woman with such confidence and intelligence. Andre, Dinah’s strapping son who is also exceptionally handsome. Evie, the older woman of the group who looks surprisingly beautiful for her age. And finally her grandson. Y/N never got his name so he mentally calls him by his last: Gallant.

Gallant was incredibly gorgeous. From his platinum blonde hair, to his piercing brown eyes. Everything about him screamed confidence. Y/N immediately got a vibe from him when Gallant first spoke. It took everything in Y/N to not smile at the obvious sexuality preference. When he found out that Gallant worked as a talented hairdresser, he couldn’t help but think the occupation went well with his persona.

Today was different. Venable told everyone that a guest would be coming to interview them to see if they’re fit for the sanctuary. Y/N was undeniably nervous. He sunk further into the couch and sighed quietly. He rolled his neck and shoulders to ease the tension. There was loud chatter between Coco and Dinah. Y/N could see Gallant rolling his eyes as he sits beside his grandmother. Y/N hides his smile and goes to stand.

“Where are you going?” Coco suddenly asks out loud, casting everyone’s attention on him. “The uptight bitch told us to wait here.”

“I’m walking around for a bit. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Y/N bites back.

Y/N finds himself standing inside a spacious library. Books upon books lined incredibly large shelves that covered every room. There were two large tables with leather chairs on either side. Y/N takes a step closer and pulls out a dark green book with gold lettering.

“Ouch,” he hears Gallant mumble as he walks out of the room and turns the corner to walk down the long hallway.

“Never imagined you to be a book nerd,” he hears from the doorway.

Y/N gasps and turns around, pressing his back against the shelf with his hand against his frantically beating heart. Gallant stands there with a smirk on his pink lips, arms crossed over his styled purple coat that contains zero wrinkles. The blonde man walks around the large oak table to stand in front of Y/N.

“It’s better than being someone like Coco,” he says.

“Snap, crackle, and pop!” Gallant laughs, crinkles forming at the corner of his almond eyes.

They suddenly become quiet. Y/N’s all too aware of Gallant’s eyes roaming up and down his form. He thumbs the spine of the vintage book and holds it closer to his chest.

“So, um, why’d you leave?” Y/N asks him.

Gallant shrugs. “Figured I’d come talk to you and see what you’re really about.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N cocks his head to the side in confusion and furrows his brows.

“Come on,” Gallant chuckles. “I got a major vibe coming from you the minute I saw you. It’s no secret. I’m still wondering if the others have noticed it by now.”

“N–Notice what? Gallant…what are you talking about?” Y/N shuffles and feels his cheeks heat up from the sudden close proximity, their chests only inches away.

Gallant grins and swipes his tongue across his top lip. His hands are on either side of the other male as he stares him down, not bothering to hide his attraction and sexual desire for him. He leans in close so their noses are brushing lightly against one another.

“We’re the same,” Gallant gravelly whispers, pressing his hard chest against Y/N’s. “You like a good dicking down, don’t you? I’m not afraid to be the one who will give it to you. Let me guess – you’re a bottom, right?”

Y/N lets out a shaky exhale as Gallant chuckles while biting his bottom lip, one hand slowly sliding between their bodies to pull the book free from Y/N’s impossibly tight grip. He sets it aside and looks into his hazy eyes, becoming aware of the newfound heat surrounding both men.

“Is it true?” Gallant tilts his head to the side. “You like a good dick fucking you so good?”

Y/N licks his lips as he stares at Gallant’s mouth, completely mesmerized at the sensual wetness coating his lips from his pink tongue. He opens his mouth to respond, but quickly gets cut off by the sound of a woman clearing her throat abruptly. Gallant sharply turns around and sees Venable standing at the doorway, one hand tightly grasping her cane as her stare on both men is filled with fire.

“Gentlemen, shouldn’t you be in the great hall with the others?” Venable asks, her tone brash and high.

“We were just looking for a good book to read,” Gallant tells her and looks at Y/N for assurance as he receives a nod from the latter. “Do you guys have any Cosmopolitan magazines?”

“When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Gallant? I’m speaking to you as well, Mr. Y/L/N,” Venable sternly tells them as if she’s scolding a child, and it makes both men desperately want to laugh.

“You have our word, Ms. Venable,” Gallant nods as he grabs Y/N’s hand to walk out of the library.

Venable stands completely still and stares at their backs as they leave. When they disappear around the corner, Y/N couldn’t keep his laugh inside much longer and leans against Gallant for leverage. They both laugh and press their backs on the wall. Y/N realizes that his hand is still clasped in Gallant’s. He slowly pulls away and clears his throat, a light blush coating his cheeks.

“We should probably get back,” Y/N mumbles as he avoids Gallant’s wandering eyes.

“Remember what I said,” Gallant tells him with a smirk, a hand brushing across his tense stomach as he walks by.

Y/N watches as he goes, eyes wide and lips parted at Gallant’s words. His body relaxes his body, letting out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. His slacks are undeniably tight as he looks down at his large bulge. He rests his head back on the wall with his eyes closed and tries to regulate his breathing.

What just happened, he thinks.

When he enters the great hall, everyone is sitting in their seats. Y/N sees an open space beside Gallant and sits closer to him than usual, their thighs tightly pressed together. He suddenly becomes aware of a different body in the room. When they make eye contact, Y/N feels as though his breath was taken away, a familiar knot forming in his stomach.

The man stands taller and oozes domination. His hands are behind his back and he barely moves. His eyes are piercing and his skin glows from the fire. His silky hair is long and golden, not a strand out of place. He has a small smirk on his incredibly plump lips as he takes note of Y/N’s awestruck expression and his sped up breathing.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s get started,” he spoke, his voice low and drawn out. “My name is Langdon and I represent The Cooperative. I've been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival. I could take all of you, or none of you. Those who make it live. Those who don't, end up like my horses. I will be constructing interviews to get to know all of you better. Starting with…you.”

All eyes land of Y/N as Langdon stares him down. His heart stutters as he chokes on his small gasp. His cheeks flushed from the sudden attention casted down to him. Langdon leaves without another word, and Y/N slowly stands to follow him out. When he leaves the great hall, he’s met with nothing. His brows furrow as he looks around to see where Langdon must’ve went.

“Over here,” he hears from down a long hallway.

Maybe Langdon read his thoughts. Y/N swallows nervously and clears his throat to follow Langdon into a large office–like room that has a large desk with two chairs on the other side. There’s a large fireplace in the middle of the wall; that being the only source of light. Langdon is already sat behind his desk, an open file in his hands. Y/N takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other, bobbing his foot up and down in a nervous manner.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Born and raised in Santa Monica. Occupation: writer. Mother and father are both born into wealth,” Michael reads out loud as he scans the young man’s file. “Tell me why I should choose you to be in the sanctuary.”

Y/N clears his throat and interlocks his fingers to hold ont his knee. He wavers under Langdon’s intense and unmoving gaze.

“I can lead and take control of someone’s not strong enough to handle pressure. But I can always follow orders and work cooperatively. I pay attention to detail and make sure things are perfect. I also don’t take shit from anyone,” Y/N tells him sincerely.

Langdon hums and tenderly presses the tips of his ring clad fingers to his chin. He’s quiet as he stares at Y/N up and down.

“What was the charade that happened between you and Gallant in the library? It seems like you didn’t follow Ms. Venable’s orders,” Langdon suddenly says with a teasing tone.

Y/N’s eyes widen. Heat spreads from his collarbones to the tips of his ears. He shuffles in his seat and grips his knee tighter. His throat suddenly becomes dry and he nervously licks his lips. Langdon raises his eyebrows and slowly stands. He crosses around the desk and sits on the edge directly in front of Y/N, his crotch in line of sight.

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting,” Langdon draws out.

“How did you know?” Y/N shyly asks. “Did Ms. Venable tell you? I–I’m sorry, Mr. Langdon. I was just trying to f–find a decent book to read and Gallant happened to come in at the same time an–and make little conversation with me. Nothing happened. I swear on my–”

Langdon lazily lifts his hand and Y/N immediately stops his nervous rambling. He holds his breath and avoids Langdon’s eyes.

“I know everything. I have eyes everywhere. I know when you’re lying. I know when you’re trying to trick me,” Langdon slowly stands and walks around Y/N before bending down, his breath hitting his ear. “I know when you’re desperate to be fucked.”

Y/N’s eyes snap open from when they softly closed when he first felt Langdon’s breath on his neck. He chokes on a gasp as he feels a hand trailing up his arm, fingertips lightly brushing the nape of his sensitive neck. Y/N shivers and lets out a soft moan as he feels Langdon’s cool rings on his heated and goosebump covered skin. Both hands are now grasping his shoulders, thumbs digging into his muscles.

“Isn’t that true?” Langdon asks, lips so close to Y/N’s ear that they’re brushing against his lobe just slightly.

“Yes,” Y/N gasps softly, not even bothering to lie. “It’s true. All of it.”

“Hmm…” Langdon hums lowly as he slowly steps away, hands lingering for a moment. “Interesting.”

“W–What’s gonna happen now? Are you going to ban me from the sanctuary for liking men? Are you going to kill me?” Y/N quietly asks, his heart thundering in his ribcage at how quiet Langdon seemed.

“That won’t be necessary,” Langdon says and makes his way back behind his desk. “You’re special. I can tell who you really are. You intrigue me.”

“I–I do?” Y/N asks, brows furrowing and head tilting like a confused puppy, the action making Langdon bite back a smile. “How?”

Langdon simply smiles and opens a different file, lazily waving his hand at Y/N.

“Your interview is over. Tell Ms. Venable to bring in Mr. Gallant. Thank you,” he says, a small grin on his lips.

“O–Okay, um, thanks?” Y/N says softly and stands from the hard leather chair, straightening the purple vest that adorns his upper body.

Y/N carefully make shis way to the closed door, making sure his weak legs don’t give out on him. His hand is on the brass knob and he turns it to the left, but Langdon’s voice stops him.

“Oh, and Y/N,” Langdon calls out without looking up from Gallant’s file. “We’ll be seeing each other more often. And the name’s Michael.”

It’s been like that for nearly a month. Conversations between Y/N and Michael seemed to grow longer as well as the lingering touches the blonde would give. Y/N seemed to have gotten more comfortable around Michael and less reserved. He’s more open about his sexuality and attraction towards the leader. His offending thoughts always made him blush and the smirk Michael would send him speaks loud and clear.

They’re currently in Michael’s office with a chess board between them on the desk. Michael was close to winning with only one more piece to steal from Y/N. It’s quiet, except for the cackling fire next to them. Y/N watches Michael’s fingers wiggle with anticipation as he thinks about his next move. Y/N always notices every little tic and he smiles each time.

“Can I ask you a question?” Y/N asks him after another minute of silence.

“If it’s about me allowing you to cheat, then no,” Michael says without looking up from the board.

“No,” Y/N laughs and shakes his head as he rests his chin in his hand, cheeks containing a light pink hue as Michael’s eyes glance up into his. “D–Do you…like men?”

“Like men how?” Michael questions, the game now forgotten as he leans forward, crossing his hands in front of him.

“Like…sexually. Do you see yourself being with…a man?” Y/N awkwardly asks, squirming from the heat and intensity of Michael’s gaze.

The blonde lets out a loud laugh and leans back in his seat. He tilts his head to the side and hums.

“Does the idea arouse you?” Michael suddenly asks, the question catching Y/N off guard, causing his eyes to widen and his face to flush red.

“Um,” he clears his throat and shuffles in his seat.

Michael chuckles deeply and begins to clear the table of the chess board and pawns. Y/N stifles a small laugh and looks down at his hands. He suddenly hears movement behind him, and he looks over his shoulder to see Michael towering over him.

“You should go back to your room now. I have a very important meeting tomorrow and need to discuss some things with you and the others,” Michael says with professionalism in his voice.

Y/N clears his throat for the umpteenth time and stands up, nearly pressing his chest to Michael’s since the blonde doesn’t bother to move away. He walks around him and heads for the door, one hand grasping the knob, ready to leave Michael’s intense and unwavering stare on his back.

“Oh, and Y/N,” Michael calls out before he can leave. “We’ll be seeing each other very soon.”

Y/N blushes at the teasing smile Michael wears and hurried out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He makes his way down the agonizingly long hallway, trying to regulate his heavy breathing and the growing bulge in his dark pants. Without even realizing it as he’s so deep in his thoughts, he’s already at his room. Y/N hurried inside and presses his back against the door, head tilted back with his eyes shut.

“It’s about damn time you showed up,” he hears the familiar voice of Gallant from across the room.

Y/N’s eyes shot open as he lets out a surprised gasp. Gallant lays across the bed, head propped up in his hand with his elbow resting on the bed. He lays completely shirtless with a pair of tight fitting boxers resting just below his navel. Y/N’s mouth waters at the sight and he can’t help but let out a small moan.

“What’re you waiting for, tiger?” Gallant seductively says and makes a come hither motion with his finger on his free hand. “I’m hungry.”

Y/N feels hypnotized as he pushes himself off the door and walks to Gallant with tingling legs and a heavy heart. His eyes trail up and down Gallant’s pale, smooth torso. There’s evident muscles and softness in all the right places, and he can tell the platinum blonde is eating up the attention.

Y/N takes off his sleek black shoes and begins to unbutton his purple vest with shaking fingers. He fumbles and curses under his breath. Gallant laughs lowly and sits up on his knees. His face is so close to Y/N’s that they can feel each other’s breath on their lips. The room suddenly gets ten degrees hotter. There’s a pleasant flush to their cheeks as Gallant yanks the vest free from Y/N’s upper body. With eagerness and an animalistic mindset, Gallant rips open Y/N’s dress shirt, buttons flying across the floor. Y/N gasps as he’s suddenly brought into a messy kiss that’s filled with desperate tongue and clashing teeth.

Y/N blindly shrugs off his shirt and grabs Gallant’s face, eagerly sucking on his tongue and biting his lips. Gallant groans and wraps his arms tight around the younger man to throw him on the bed. Y/N stares up at him with hazy eyes, swollen lips, and inflamed cheeks. Gallant rests himself between Y/N’s thighs and quickly works to pull down his tight pants. Y/N lets out a strangled groan from the pressure being released off his hard cock.

“You have such a nice cock,” Gallant smirks and hastily pulls down Y/N’s boxers.

“J–Just nice?” Y/N pants and throws his head back when Gallant wraps a hand around his cock to slowly jerk him off.

“Best I’ve ever seen since the Santa Monica street fair,” Gallant laughs lowly and rests an arm above Y/N’s head to stare down at him with dark eyes. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

Y/N eagerly pulls him down for another sloppy kiss. The hand around his cock starts jerking faster, his fist tightening as he reaches his swollen tip. Y/N lets out a small whine and throws his head back, panting heavily as Gallant kisses and bites his neck and collarbones.

“You’re such a bottom,” Gallant groans.

“Fuck me,” Y/N whines and wraps his thighs tighter around Gallant’s waist so their cocks rub together. “Please, I’m begging you.”

“Shouldn’t you be on your knees then?” Both men hear from inside the room.

Y/N gasps and pushes Gallant away, quickly grabbing the covers to hide his naked body. Gallant clears his throat nervously at the sight of Michael, but the sex animal in his eyes doesn’t falter one bit. Michael has his arms behind his back as he stares them down back and forth, face completely void of emotion.

“We were just…um…” Gallant started to say, but gets cut off by Michael’s hand lifting to stop him from saying anything else.

“Are you that eager to be fucked, Y/N? Is your hand not enough that you practically weep for someone to fill up your aching hole?” Michael questions him, taking slow steps towards the two that sit tense on the bed. “Answer me, you desperate little slut.”

“Y–Yes sir,” Y/N whispers, clutching the blankets tighter against his bare chest when Michael stands a mere foot away from their feet. “But-”

“Show me,” Michael demands, eyes cold and dark.

“Wha–What?” Y/N stares at him as if the blonde grew three heads.

“Show me how desperate you are for some cock,” he repeats, a slow smirk spreading on his lips.

Y/N hesitantly lowers the covers and sits on his knees, one hand reaching out for Michael’s pants. The latter had other plans and grasped his wrist in a vice grip. Y/N winces.

“Not on me,” Michael lowly tells him.

Y/N feels his heart plummet to the bottom of his fucking asshole. He looks at Gallant who sits there, not knowing what to do but always waiting for what Michael wants him to do. Both men stare at each other. Y/N finds himself leaning into Gallant’s side, his eyes closed and his lips parted. When their lips meet, they let out small groans. Y/N’s hand trails down Gallant’s stomach to shove his hand inside his boxers, grabbing at his hard cock. He slowly moves his hand up and down, making sure to twist around the tip as precum oozes out and slides down the base, making it easier for Y/N. He sits on his knees between Gallant’s thighs and pulls away from the steamy kiss, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips. Michael stands like a statue as he observes the two men.

“Suck my cock,” Gallant hisses and hastily pulls down his own boxers, blindly throwing them to the ground, not caring if they landed near or on Michael’s planted feet. “Fuck!”

Y/N’s lips are wrapped around the pink mushroomed tip. His tongue swirls lazy circles as he licks and swallows down the precum. One hand is wrapped around the thick base as the other rests on Gallant’s stomach. He feels the muscles clench as he lowers his head to swallow every single inch. Y/N closes his eyes as he gags lightly around Gallant’s cock. He feels two hands grasping his short hair. He lets out a muffled moan and bobs his head faster, desperately wanting to taste Gallant’s cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gallant moans and throws his head back against the pillows, hips jerking up into Y/N’s mouth.

“That’s enough,” Michael demands.

Y/N immediately stops and pulls up from Gallant’s wet cock with a slurp. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at Michael nervously, stomach in tight knots with his heart thundering against his ribcage.

“Oh, come on!” Gallant complains.

“Enough,” Michael glares at him. He looks at Y/N. “Get on your knees for me.”

Y/N chokes on a breath. Gallant swallows down a moan as he watches Michael palm his growing bulge that’s pressing against his black pants. Y/N feels as though he’s stuck in a trance as he watches Michael with an awe filled expression. He slips off the bed slowly and sits himself on his knees. The cold floor is hard against his sensitive skin. Y/N places his hands on the ground between his spread thighs. He looks up at Michael through his long lashes and parts his lips in anticipation.

“Bark for me,” Michael commands and slips his leather belt free from the loops. “Show me what a good little puppy you are.”

Y/N’s cheeks flush with embarrassment as hears Gallant laugh from his spot on the bed. Michael doesn’t spare him a glance as he holds the belt in his hands.

“W–Woof,” Y/N mumbles shyly, breathing speeding up just the slightest as Michael slowly walks around him.

He couldn’t see what was happening. His fingers trembles with nerves as his stomach erupted in millions of butterflies. His cheeks burned as he hears Michael hum from behind.

“Louder,” Michael commands.

“Woof!” Y/N whines.

Suddenly, he sees the black belt in his line of vision as it goes over his head. His eyes widen as he feels the thick strap wrap around his neck tightly. His skin burned as it pinched him when Michael made it tighter. Y/N lets out a choked gasp and moans pitifully.

“Is that too tight for you, my little needy pup?” Michael coos and yanks the belt back with enough force to make Y/N cough.

“N–No sir,” he brokenly whispers.

“Good boy,” Michael grins and grabs the end of the belt, lightly tugging in the opposite direction. “Come on, little puppy. Follow your master.”

Y/N hears Gallant moan, and he hears the slick sounds of him jerking his cock. Y/N moves his right hand forward, followed by his right knee. Then his left hand moved forward, followed by his left knee. He crawled like a little puppy and whimpered when Michael yanked the belt, the leather tightening around his sensitive throat.

“Good boy,” Michael praises, causing a fiery blush to spread on Y/N’s cheeks.

The makeshift collar rubbed his skin raw as he continued to crawl after Michael. His knees ached and his arms shook under his weight. Y/N lets out a quiet whine as his heavy cock hangs between his thighs.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you,” Michael spoke lowly and knelt down in front of the young man on his hands and knees obediently.

“Please,” Y/N whispers in a strangled voice.

“Get on the bed,” Michael gravelly commands and stands up straight without dropping the belt.

Y/N eagerly crawls onto the bed, settling himself back between Gallant’s milky thighs. His cock was leaking heavily as he furiously worked his fist over the wet base.

“Wag your little tail for me,” Michael says and strokes a cold hand up and down Y/N’s back, his rings causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin.

Y/N bites his lip and stares into Gallant’s eyes as he wiggles his ass from side to side. Both blondes let out a low groan from such an innocent action. Y/N lets out a quiet giggle and buries his face against the covers. His whines are muffled as Michael’s hands stroke his ass cheeks, squeezing and scratching at the plump flesh.

“Does the little pup like to be rubbed? Hm?” Michael asks and roughly digs his fingers into Y/N’s skin. “Answer your master.”

“Yes!” Y/N cries out as his cock begins to leak onto the covers. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Of course you do,” Gallant comments breathlessly as a light sheen of sweat coats his pale skin. “You’re such a bottom.”

“Enough of that,” Michael says and lands a harsh smack to Y/N’s right cheek, letting out a loud groan as he watches the flesh jiggle.

Y/N squeals and grabs Gallant’s thighs tightly, the latter moaning as nails are being dug into his skin. He does love the pain. Michael lands a smack to the other cheek, then another, and another, and another. This goes on for a full minute. Y/N’s cheeks are a hot shade of pink. There’s a small imprint from Michael’s chunky rings. Michael feels satisfied as he hears Y/N’s shaky cries and hiccuping sobs. The pain spreads through his lower half as Michael gently massages the warm flesh.

“Mm,” Y/N whimpers and pushes back onto his hands, toes curling and lips parting. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” Michael whispers. “What about here?”

Michael swipes his thumb over Y/N’s clenching hole. He lightly dips his thumb inside, grinning sadistically as Y/N lets out a pained whimpered from the lack of lube or any form of wetness. Michael leans down and swipes his hot tongue over Y/N’s fluttering hole. Both men let out a loud moan. Michael circles his tongue around the puckered rim and leaves a sloppy kiss, saliva dripping down to Y/N’s full balls.

Michael suddenly grabs Y/N’s hips and forcefully turns him onto his back. The blonde male reaches down to unbuttons his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers as they pool at his ankles. Y/N stares up at him through bleary eyes and lets out a small mewl as Michael rubs his thick tip up and down Y/N’s dripping hole.

“You want this?” Michael emphasizes as he slowly pushes an inch inside, and Y/N eagerly nods and grabs Gallant’s legs for leverage. “Answer me, pup.”

“I want it! I want it so, so, so bad, sir. Please. Give it to me. Please, please, ple– AAHH!!” Y/N screams out as Michael pushes his cock inside in one brutal thrust.

His thighs clap against the young man under him roughly. Michael grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the overwhelming tightness surrounding his cock. He feels a drop of sweat sliding down his temple before it disappears under his chin. Y/N’s eyes are unfocused and filled with tears as he garbles and gasps for breath. Michael doesn’t stop his ruthless fucking and quickly removes the belt from around Y/N’s neck, quickly replacing the leather with his large hand.

“Is this what you wanted, you pathetic little slut?” Michael growls and pants heavily as Y/N squirms under him.

“Um…g–guys…” Gallant moans breathlessly, but neither of them listen as they’re lost in their own world.

Michael raises up and lands a harsh smack across Y/N’s face, his cheek turning an angry shade of red as Michael does it again to the other. Y/N squeals and throws his head back as the tingling in his stomach grows and gets stronger. His eyes cross and his hips back against Michael’s.

Michael grabs a handful of his short strands and harshly tugs, briefly shaking the trembling man’s head to coax him to open his eyes. And when he does, he stares up at an orgasmic face.

“Michael,” he weakly whispers, his voice cracking as a tear rolls down his warm cheeks. “Please…”

The blonde grins and grabs Y/N’s jaw, squeezing to the point of pain. And when the latter lets out a small noise of discomfort, Michael leans down until their noses brush together. His lips purse as he releases a warm wad of spit into Y/N’s mouth.

“Swallow,” Michael commands and forcefully shuts Y/N’s mouth.

He does as he’s told and swallows down Michael’s saliva. He lets out a small whine as the man speeds his thrusts. He reaches back to grab a handful of the covers as more tears roll down his cheeks.

“God!!” He squeals.

“No,” Michael growls and tightens his hand around the poor boy’s throat. “He’s not here, little one. I am.”

Y/N lets out a final scream and cums all over his stomach. His orgasm is drawn out as his body jerks and shakes under Michael’s grip. He can barely hear as oxygen fails to enter his brain. His thighs are shaking so much as Michael releases any anger into his thrusts. His cock is hitting every spot that makes Y/N squeal like a little pig.

Gallant is suddenly sitting up onto his knees, his hand still jerking his cock at the same time as Michael’s thrusting. He brings his mushroomed tip close to Y/N’s parted lips, the younger man opening them wider to slip his cock inside his mouth. Y/N lets out a drowsy moan and curls his toes as he feels another impending orgasm. His body is on fire. Everything feels too much yet not enough. He’s aware of Gallant’s cock in his mouth and he’s so desperate to swallow down some warm cum. Michael grunts like a wild beast and yanks Y/N’s head by his hair to push him further up onto Gallant’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gallant moans and throws his head back to the ceiling, hands grabbing Y/N’s head to fuck into his mouth. “Ooohhh!!

He shoots his cum down Y/N’s eager throat. He lets out a shaky laugh and lays back on the bed, his breathing heavy and body humming. Michael lets out a final rough moan and presses his cock so deep inside Y/N, that it makes the submissive boy squeal like a girl before he came on his stomach again. Michael releases his hot cum inside Y/N’s tightening hole and wraps his hand around his red cock. Y/N recoils and quickly grabs Michael’s wrist, frantically shaking his head no as he hiccups and sobs from the sensitivity.

Michael tilts his head and watches him as he furiously jerks his hand over the enflamed and swollen tip. Y/N falls back and arches his back so high that it impressed both Michael and Gallant. He shrieks and shoots his final load onto his cum covered stomach. He falls back and shuts his heavy lids. He lets out a meek whine and covers his eyes with his arm as Michael slowly pulls out of his gaping hole. The blonde chuckles deeply and swipes his thumb around it, coaxing the hole to clench around nothing.

“You did good, pup,” Michael praises and rubs his hands up and down the curve of Y/N’s hips.

“Th–Thank you,” he shyly and drowsily says, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Michael looks over at Gallant and raises his brows as the short haired blonde send him a sexual look. Michael grabs his belt, folds the leather, and pulls it taut so a loud snap! can be heard. Y/N whimpers and subconsciously flinches from the noise. Michael hushes him quietly and strokes his hand over his quivering thigh.

“Get on your stomach, Gallant,” Michael orders quietly. “Arms pressed at your sides with your head straight. I don’t want you moving or looking at me. Is that clear?”

Gallant eagerly nods and gets into position. His heart speeds up as he feels Michael forcefully spread his legs. He grips onto the covers in anticipation. He sends a brief look to Y/N and sees the boy is still in a hazy state of mind. A loud smack! can be heard as Michael swings the belt down hard onto Gallant’s bare ass. The receiving male lets out a loud moan and shuts his eyes as the pain sends shocks of arousal to his hardening cock. Michael does it again, and again, and again, and again – each hit getting increasingly harder. After almost five minutes of the abuse, Gallant’s ass was covered in thick welts. Red, purple, and blue littered his pale white skin. He’s shaking and moaning into the covers, cock heavy and leaking.

“C–Can you just fuck me already?!” He grows impatient.

Michael laughs and tosses the belt to the side. His pulls up his boxers and pants, slowly buttoning them as he slides his belt back through the hoops. He stands between Gallant’s spread legs and leans in close until his crotch is nestled between Gallant’s cheeks. His head is close to his ear, and lets out a low breath, sending heat around Gallant’s neck. The short haired blonde lets out a moan and bucks into Michael’s crotch.

“Please, fuck me,” Gallant moans.

Michael presses his lips to Gallant’s ear and speaks incredibly low, his voice gravelly and his tone condescending. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.”

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michaelsbub · 5 years

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Spooky Movie Night

Summary: Miriam goes out for the night to help out the church on Halloween, meanwhile Michael’s boyfriend comes over and they watch horror movies together all night.

“Miriams gone out, when are you coming?” Michael said through his phone to his boyfriend. “Yeah yeah I’m coming, I got some sweets and drinks to have while we watch the movies, what ones do you have?” (Y/n) asked as he locked his apartment up and carried his bag full of stuff to stay the night in and some sweets.

“All the scream movies, the ring, the exorcist and Texas chainsaw massacre.” Michael said as he looked at the movies all spread out on the coffee table. “Damn you got some classics there, I’ll be there as soon as a I can baby, I’m about to get into my car right now.” (Y/n) opened his car as he threw his bag quickly into the passenger seat and drove to Michael’s house quickly, excited to finally spend some quality time with his boyfriend and watch some great movies.

(Y/n) parked his car and grabbed his bag, running his hand through his hair as he sighed at finally being at his boyfriends, he looked towards the house to see Michael looking out the window waving at him and smiling making (y/n) do the same as he opened his car door and locked it before walking up to Michael’s house and waiting for his boy wonder to open the door and let him in which he did do only seconds later.

Michael pulled him in as he hugged him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head in the crevice of his neck. “Awe, my baby, you okay?” (Y/n) cooed at Michael while wrapping his own arms around him and then closing the door with him still clinging to his waist. “Yeah I’m’ okay, I just missed you.” He said, letting go and taking his bag to walk into the living room. (Y/n) took off his denim jacket and put it on the side of the couch while kicking his converse shoes off and laying on the sofa, Michael suddenly paused and said “ you choose the first movie, I’m gonna go get a blanket.” He ran up the stairs to quickly get his favourite pastel blue blanket from his room while (y/n) chose the exorcist to watch first, he loved the movie and how spooky it was.

Hearing Michaels footsteps running down the stairs he waited for him to enter the room to then put the disc into the DVD player and lay back down which Michael followed by snuggling to his side and wrapping the blanket around both him and his boyfriend who was busy getting the sweets out of his bag and started to eat them as the movie turned on.

Michael gulped as he saw what movie it was, he was never good with horror movies. He pushed the blanket up higher to wrap around him more and he held tightly to his boyfriends hoodie more as the movie progressed. When the climax of the movie happened and a jump scare later Michael was shaking and burying his face into his boyfriends neck.

“You okay, baby?” (Y/n) asked Michael who shook his head. “It’s kinda scary...” Michael whispered as he refused to take his face away from his boyfriends neck. “You want to watch something else? What about scream?” (Y/n) quietly asked Michael while pausing the movie. Michael thought about it and nodded, remembering how it was just about serial killers. “Thank you, (y/n).” Michael said as he took his face out of his neck to look at him with teary eyes, he pecked his nose affectionately.

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avenging-fandoms · 5 years

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December 6th - Christmas {Cody Fern}

requested by anonymous: Celebrating Christmas with Cody and him being a lil confused Aussie because it's def different here then from Australia

*christmas isn’t different in aus than it is here, so this is just christmas w coco :)

“finished!” cody steps away from the tree, you wrapping your arms around him, his arms around you as you look at your decorated home. cody’s favorite thing to do for holidays was decorate, which was good because you absolutely hated it. you smiled at the beautifully decorated house around you.

cody bends down and picks up your kitten that was rubbing against his leg, that was now purring and nuzzling his head under cody’s chin. “see! even our son loves it! don’t be such a grinch” cody winked and you rolled your eyes, smirking a bit.

“i’m not a grinch, i just.. don’t enjoy christmas like others do. but your decorations are truly beautiful, coco. where’d you find them?” you two sit on the couch, and your kitten lays on cody’s lap.

“some are my mom’s, some are what i found in the store. american decorations are weird” he winks and you laugh.

“rude!” you hit his shoulder and he leans over, kissing your jaw. “now that you’re done, can we finalllllyyyyy watch ‘Elf’ since you’ve strangely never seen it?” your kitten jumps off cody’s lap, curling up on his bed in front of the fire and falling back asleep.

“hey! it’s not strange! i bet there’s a lot of people who haven’t seen it” he crossed his arms and you lean over, kissing the corner of his mouth. “hm. can’t be mad for too long when you kiss me like that” you kiss the corner of his mouth again and he turns his head, getting your lips. he holds your jaw, thumb on your cheek. you climb into his lap, the only sound was his soft grunts and the fire crackling. “can’t watch the movie with you on top of me, now can i?” he smirks against your lips, and you bite down on his lip.

“ass” you get up and he smacks your butt, making you giggle as you go to make hot chocolate. cody finds the movie, taking off his shoes and tucking them under his butt. after you finish mixing and cooling down the hot chocolate, you top it with whipped cream and bring it to the living room. you set them on the coffee table and sit next to cody, head on his side as his arm rested on the back of the couch.

he hits ‘play’ and you get excited. he chuckles, looking down at you. “you like this movie?”

“just a little”

cody shuts off the tv, looking at you. “well, i really liked-” he noticed that you were sleeping, and he smiled. he put the mugs in the sink, closed the doors of the fireplace, and unplugged the lights from the tree and hanging around on the mantle above the fireplace.

he scoops you up in his arms, bringing you up to the bedroom, your kitten leading the way. he sets you softly on the bed, tucking you under the sheets since you and him had already changed into your pajamas, pre film. he brushed his teeth and slid into bed, taking off his glasses and setting them on the nightstand next to his phone.

“coco?” you roll over and he immediately wraps him arms around you, and you relax your shoulders.

“i’m right here, baby, don’t you worry” he kissed your forehead and you buried your face in his chest, giving it a kiss. “goodnight, my love”

“g’night, cody”

and just like that, christmas was already here. cody woke you up like a little child wakes his parents, jumping on them and screaming “wake up, wake up! santa came!”

“god, cody, shut up!” you moan and bury your face in the pillows. he laughs and bends down, kissing you neck and blowing raspberries.

“santa came, baby” he bit down on your neck and you moan again, out of pleasure.

“oh? did he bring me something to play with? a new toy, maybe?” you roll over and run your hand up his chest, then scratching down.

“hm, it’s a little old, you’ve had it before, for over 3 years” you both laugh and he kisses you, pulling you up and out of bed. you tie your robe around you, both of you walking downstairs to the tree, where there were presents under the tree and things in the stockings.

“wow, coco, santa really did come! although, now with you, i think it’s only appropriate if i say satan, michael” you tease and cody whines.

“no! i said no michael jokes!” you laugh and hold his cheek, kissing his neck.

“i know honey, i’m sorry. let’s go eat breakfast then open presents, yeah?” he nods excitedly.

“cinnamon buns?!”

“isn’t that what we eat every christmas?”

after you two finish eating your cinnamon rolls, you take your mugs of coffee to the floor in front of the tree. you two separated the present, some even for milo. cody takes down the stockings, pouring them out.

"alright, rock paper scissors?” you two play this every year to determine who opens their presents first, so you don’t fight or miss out on one another’s reactions. you two play a couple times, and you win. “ah, yes!”

you first open milo’s presents, which were toys and a little sweater you put on him. you first opened the tiny box the sat on top the other presents, and you smile widely as you see what was inside. “aw, cody..” it was a necklace that had charms in it, a heart, a couple, a cat. “i love it” the rest of your presents were clothes you wanted or things he thought you would look gorgeous in, and other pieces of jewelry that had significant meaning. “i love them all, coco, thank you baby” you lean over and kiss him, and he smiles.

you basically got him the same thing, except his major gift was a new wedding band he wanted. his face lit up with joy, a smile never wiping away. “just.. holy shit! this was the exact ring i was imagining! y/n, i love it, and i love you!” he holds your face tightly and kisses you over and over.

“even if i don’t like christmas, you always make it better” you straddle cody’s waist, running your fingers through his hair. “merry christmas, coco”

“merry christmas, baby” he whispers and kisses you sweetly. you pull away and take off his old wedding band, then slipping on the new one. you kiss his ring finger, and he kisses your neck. “i love you so much”

“and i love you more”

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pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc · 4 years

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Do Something! - Xavier Plympton

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, gore, anxiety

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“The only way we’re getting out of this is if we split up.” Ray suggested. All four of us widened our eyes simultaneously.

“Split up? Are you fucking nuts? That’ll get us all killed faster!” I shouted, my hands on my hips.

“Well I don’t see anyone else jumping up with fucking ideas, do you?” He yelled back at me.

“Guys, stop yelling at each other! Y/N, I know you hate to hear it, but Ray’s right.” I rolled my eyes at Brooke; she’ll always side with a boy if it comes to it.

“We’re cornered right now, we don’t have many options. Jingles is out there, too, so maybe running in a huge group where he can pick us off might not be such a good idea.” She said.

“I think Brooke is right. Let’s split up. Y/N, you come with me and Brooke, and Ray you go with Rita. Look for everyone else, and if you can’t find them, double back to the cars, okay?” Chet spoke, surprisingly levelheaded in this intense situation. We all nodded and broke off into our groups.

We’d barely made it out of the cabin when we heard an eerily familiar voice.

“I told you I’d find you again, Satan’s path led me right to you.” The killer said. Brooke fell to the ground in her panic, looking back to me and Chet.

“Run!” She wailed, pointing to a trail heading into the woods. Chet looked to me and nodded, following me into the darkness. We ran for god knows how long with nothing chasing us, so we decided to stop and catch our breaths.

“Do you think Brooke’s okay?” I panted, leaning up against a thick branch. Chet stood a few feet away, hands on his knees as he swallowed air ferociously.

“She’ll be fine, that chick has a good survival instinct. We shou-” He was interrupted by a sound.

A terrifying sound I never hoped to hear:

Keys jingling.

We both stood straight up, paralyzed in terror. My heart rate sped up; I could practically feel it pounding in my chest.

I took off as fast as I could, hardly noticing the sound of Chet’s body hitting the ground behind me. I took a chance and glanced over my shoulder to see Mr Jingles only several steps away.

I yelped as my foot caught on a root, sending me hurtling to the forest floor. I slid backwards across the dirt, backing away as much as I could before I backed into a tree.

“P-please don’t hurt me, I-I haven’t done anything wrong!” I cried out, tears springing to my eyes.

Before I could say anything else, a scream followed by several twigs snapping was heard in the distance. I silently thanked whatever god was out there for the distraction.

Mr Jingles backed up and stared into the woods, making me think he would go after the noise. Instead, he quickly turned back to me and advanced rapidly towards me.

“N-no, what are you-” I screamed in agony as he brought his boot down on my ankle, all the bones crunching beneath his foot.

I tried to back away from the killer, but immense pain shot through my leg, rooting me to my spot. Thankfully, Jingles decided not to finish me off and walked off into the brush. I rested my head against the stump behind me, fading in and out of consciousness.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my screams of distress. I clawed at the hands grabbing me, and the quickly released me. I took another deep breath, preparing to yell for help, but a familiar face came out from behind the tree.

“Xavier? Oh my god, thank god you’re here!” I hugged him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N. Where’s everyone else?” He asked, eyes darting around the dark woods.

“The stalker caught up to Brooke, Ray and Rita ran off to try to find everyone, and me and Chet ran into Jingles.” I explained, trying to level my breathing.

“Let’s get out of here before one of them finds us. Maybe we can find Margaret and Bertie before we leave.” Xavier said, staring down at me. He looked at me for a second, head tilting in confusion. “Well come on, get up and come with me!”

“I can’t fucking walk, Xav! Jingles stomped the shit out of my fucking ankle, dumbass!” I tried to maintain a thoughtful volume, but sometimes his stupidity was impressive. His eyes widened in panic, resembling those of a cartoon character.

“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry! Here, I got you,” He bent over, looping a hand under my knees and around my shoulders, lifting me up into his arms. The sudden movement jolted my ankle, forcing a moan of pain from my throat. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Every step he took on the uneven ground bounced my foot up and down, causing little whimpers to bubble up from me.

Xavier kept apologizing as we walked, nearly every second word out of his mouth was some form of ‘sorry!’. We kept making our way towards the hope of running into any of the other counselors, but we were unlucky. We reached a clearing, stopping to catch our collective breaths when we heard it.

Two pairs of footsteps.

Coming from two different directions.

And a set of jingling keys.

I looked to Xavier with guidance, seeing his eyes wide as dinner plates. His head whipped around every which way, mapping out a place for us to hide. He managed to find a hollowed out tree, unfortunately only big enough for one body.

“Xavier, please don’t leave me. P-please don’t leave me, Xavier!” I whimpered into his neck, my tears soaking the skin there.

“Y/N, if you want both of us to make it out of here alive, I’m gonna need you to stay by yourself for a bit, okay?” He nodded reassuringly. I nodded begrudgingly, pulling myself from him and wedging into the hollowed out wood.

Xavier kept low, sliding away from me and slipping into a bush just within my field of vision. He was right, the tree was small, barely large enough to keep me standing. I tried to shift my weight onto the foot that hadn’t been mangled, but doing so made me let out an involuntary cry.

The world felt as if it had momentarily stopped spinning. Time was frozen still as I heard footsteps gaining on me. Everything moving so fast, yet so slow. In that moment, my life truly flashed before my eyes as I knew death was fast approaching.

I bit down on my hand, hot tears streaming down my face as I dared not to breathe. I looked to Xavier, his expression nearly mirroring mine.

Suddenly, I heard male voices shouting at each other, followed by grunts and knife slashes. I wanted so badly to peek out of my hiding to see what was happening, but I wasn’t sure if it was safe to come out yet.

Everything seemed to be blurring, the vivid colors of blue and green morphing into murky brown. I felt nothing, numb to the blood pouring from my shattered ankle, unaware of the fresh crimson seeping from my elbows and knees.

My leg gave out below me, the unforgiving ground quickly coming closer. But before I could crash down, I was pulled into Xavier’s arms. His gaze scanned me up and down, noticing my paled face and the cold sweat all over my body.

“Holy shit, you don’t look so good, babe.” He remarked bluntly. I groaned as he lifted me into his arms, looping mine weakly around his neck.

“Never felt better, actually.” I coughed, smiling tiredly. Xavier smiled a genuine, heartwarming smile, making my chest flutter.

“Even when the world tries to keep you down, you just keep getting back up, don’t you?” He remarked. “I’m gonna get us out of here, don’t you worry. We’re gonna get the fuck out of LA, move to San Fran or some shit. We’ll buy a huge mansion with a built in aerobics studio where I can teach lessons, and an art studio where you can paint. We’re gonna have a couple kids, and they’ll have grandkids, and we can grow old together, yeah?”

“We can put this whole fucking thing behind us, we don’t ever have to think of it anymore. I just need you to stay awake for me, okay baby?” Xavier nodded to me.

I was half passed out, but I heard every word clear as day. I’d wanted that with him for as long as I could remember, but truth be told I didn’t think he was the kind of guy to settle down so easily. What he’d just described was exactly what I wanted with him. All I ever wanted was a future with him.

But now, all I wished for was a future, and I didn’t even know if I’d get that.

“But I’m so tired, Xav, and it hurts so much.” I whined, my eyes fluttering shut.

“I know, I know, babe, I know it hurts. We’ll get you medical help as soon as we’re safe, I just need you to stay awake.” He reaffirmed, maneuvering through the brush.

“Just stay awake...”

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my first cody fern fic! i’m kinda proud of this, also it turned out longer than i thought it would. i actually like the ending for once, so i’m surprised.

feedback is always appreciated!

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gayaristocrat · 4 years

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An Eternity With You//Michael Langdon x Male! Feminin Reader (1/?)

Summary-Michael has been distant lately and it’s starting to raise some questions in your head. When his secrec comes out, will it divide you two apart?

Warning-None.

Authors Note: Cody Fern could literally blow my back out😩 Anyways, the reader will be feminin, so I hope you are okay with that.

(Reader p.o.v)

I slowly open my eyes only to quickly shut them and furrow my brows from the bright morning sun peeking through my (f/c) curtains. I groan as I drag my torso up to a position where I am sitting on my bed. I open my eyes again and wipe them with my hands hoping that it will help stop my eyes from burning, but it didn’t. I groan again “I knew I should have gotten those blackout curtains instead of these kind.”

I decide to lay back in bed and as I do, I look over on the other side to see it empty. But, curled up in a ball is Milo, my Doberman Michael gave me on my birthday after a year of us being together. Milo pops his head up and wiggles his nub of a tail, lazily crawling over to me when he wakes up and sees me. He puts his paws on my lap, sticking his tongue out and curling it while yawning and stretching his body. I lightly laugh and rub his head, then he starts feeling happy and wags his nub tail.

I get up and put my feel on the floor, hissing at the cold floor, and I sluggishly walk to my closet picking out my clothes for the day. I put on an (f/c) beanie, a (3f/c) striped crop top, (f/c) pants, (f/c) converse, and I then I put on makeup(just a natural look w/some eyeliner). I hear the tip tap of paws trotting to me and I see Milo come over to me, looking at me in awe.

“Hehe, I see you like my outfit, don’t you Milo?” I say softly as I bend down to hold his head in both of my hands to rub him. I stop petting Milo and I stand up and mumble “Michael would have loved to see me in this outfit if he saw me right now.” Tears start welling up in my eyes threatening to spill.

Lately I’ve noticed that Michael has been acting strange lately. He comes to bed very late at night, some times not even coming to bed at all lately. Hell, he hasn’t had sex with me in a couple of days. When we are together he always gets nervous, which is very abnormal. I wipe my tears and fix my make up and leave my room to head to the kitchen to get breakfast hearing Milo following behind. I fix Milo’s food and set it on the ground for him to eat, which he quickly does and gulps his water down. Then, I make eggs, bacon, and pancakes, fixing Michael a plate then my plate. I sit his plate in front of me just in case he comes home, then I start to eat.

(Michael’s p.o.v at another house)

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I’ve been gone too long, why do I keep doing this to him. He doesn’t deserve this but I can’t help it. I can’t keep this up! I frantically put on my clothes from yesterday and leave the room I slept in. I walk down stairs to see her making breakfast.(A.N.🤭who is she?)

“Hey hun, want some breakfast before you go back to him?”

“No, I have to go back home. I’ve been gone too long.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want you starving after last night”

I start to get aggravated at her, “YES, IM SURE OKAY? Look, I already put him through enough and I just need to go home” “You can’t keep doing this to him you know.” “I know I just-”

She sighs and walks over, hugging me and kissing my cheek. I hug her back and let her go, walking to the front door. As I walk out closing the door I hear her yell out “Bye, I love you.” I yell out “I love you too.”

I get in my car and put myself together so that (y/n) doesn’t raise any questions. I stop by the store and pick out his favorite flowers, (f/f). I drive back to our house and I see Milo peek his head through, barking. I quickly walk up to the door, opening it only to be tackled by a heavy black body.

I look and see Milo with a goofy expression on his face. I laugh and take my hands, rubbing his body. He rolls on the floor on his back and I rub his belly. “Hey buddy, how ya’ doin?”

I get up, close and lock the front door, tip toeing my way to our kitchen to see breakfast. I get ready to eat it, only to discover that it is cold, shit. So I pop it in the microwave. I walk away to go to the living room. I abruptly stop when I hear a familiar voice.

“Where the fuck were you all night?”

........Fuck

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Okay, I’m finished with the first chapter, I really hope you enjoy it and I will be putting out part 2 soon.

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masc-reader-insertss · 4 years

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Relax- Michael Langdon/Mr. Gallant

Smut!! The whole thing. This is set post apocalypse, in the sanctuary, with reader being in a poly relationship with Michael and Gallant.

Warnings: Switch Michael, power bottom Gallant, top reader, threesomes, choking, riding

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Y/N had never expected to survive the apocalypse, let alone be chosen to go to the sanctuary. He was grateful for it though, he always would be, he'd met the two loves of his life because of it, and that made this whole apocalypse thing worth it. Right now Gallant was underneath him, thighs wrapped around his waist as the made out vigorously. There was a mess of hands as they tried to rid each other of their clothes, a loud slam coming from the direction of the door snapping them out of their heated frenzy. It was Michael, and Y/N didn't think he'd ever seen him look this upset before. "Baby, what's wrong?" He frowned gently as he looked over at him, not tearing his gaze away even as he pinned down Gallant's hands when they moved to try and grope him.

"No one ever listens to me" Michael huffed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm the goddamn Antichrist, and they all think they're better than me because they had money before all of this" Y/N cooed gently, reaching a hand out to hold Michael's jaw gently. "Sounds to me like they need to be reminded just who they're dealing with.." he murmured as Michael turned his head to face him, both of them ignoring Gallant's attempts to grab their attention.

Gallant tried to sit himself up, letting out a quiet huff when Y/N kept him pinned down. "Why don’t you just use your Satan powers or something, can't you like, send them to hell?" Gallant looked up at Michael, biting his lip a little. Michael just sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "I wanna forget about them now, I'm sick of the cooperative" he muttered, opening his eyes again to look at Y/N.

Y/N just nodded, pulling back to free Gallant from the temporary prison between his thighs where he'd trapped him. "Lay down, baby, you need to relax" he smiled, and Michael knew just what he meant by the glint in his eyes. Even so, he did as he said, sliding off his suit jacket and shoes as he moved to lay down on the bed. Quickly Y/N slid in between his thighs and Gallant moved to his side, Y/N moving his hands to unbutton Michael's shirt while Gallant captured his lips in a soft loving kiss. This was a normal occurrence for the three of them, Michael would come back from another meeting, upset and stressed out, and Y/N and Gallant would spend the rest of the night taking care of him and making him feel loved.

By the time Y/N had managed to get him down to just his boxers, Michael was already half hard, the gentle kisses having quickly turned into an intense make out session. Y/N say back for a moment and watched the two, Gallant already taking his spot sitting on Michael's hips, letting him grind his hard on against his clothed ass. Y/N brung his hands to Gallant's hips, kissing at his neck. "Gotta move so I can finish getting him undressed, baby.." he mumbled, and Gallant whined at that, obeying none the less. He took the time while Y/N stripped Michael of his boxers to rid himself of his own clothes, pouncing on Michael again as soon as he had the space. Michael moaned out, hands gripping at Gallant's ass as he brought a finger to tease his waiting hole. "He doesn't need prep.." Y/N interrupted, slowly taking off his own clothes. "Had him ride my face right when you went off to the meeting" the mental image that those words gave Michael made him moan pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut. "All he could talk about was how good it felt, and how bad he wanted to feel your mouth around his cock while I ate him out" Y/N was always extremely verbal when it came to sex, he knew how much the other two men enjoyed it too. "Maybe if you're both good, we can try it again tomorrow.."

"Fuck- please.." Gallant moaned out before he spat into his palm, wrapping his hand around Michael's cock to slick him up, and Michael nearly cried out at the feeling. He was so hard that it hurt, and once Gallant began to lower himself down onto his cock, Michael was sure he felt a few tears rolling down his face. Y/N just watched, a hand wrapped around his cock as he discarded his boxers. He was quick to join the two, gripping Michael's thighs just the way he knew he liked as he lent in to whisper in his ear, making sure it was loud enough for Michael to hear. "You think he's been good enough for you to choke him?" He asked, and Michael could have cried, fuck, he was crying.

Gallant smirked, turning his head to look at Y/N. "I dunno.. I think he should beg for it" an evil grin spread across his face at that, and Y/N pulled him into a kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. Y/N didn't even have to say anything before Michael began to plead, eyed half lidded from the pleasure that came from Gallant bouncing on his cock. "Please- I need it, I've been so good.." he breathed, looking up at the two men above him with a desperate expression that made both of them moan. It was enough for Gallant, and he brought a hand forward to wrap around Michael's throat, the heel of his palm pressing down just enough to limit the airflow. Michael bucked his hips up, and Gallant cried out as he rammed into his prostate head on, and Y/N decided it was time for him to finally step in. Michael was so caught up in Gallant that he hadn't expected to feel Y/N's finger pressing up against his neglected hole, and he instantly spread his legs, desperate for any touch he could get. Y/N grinned at that, not hesitating to slide his middle finger into him, wiggling it around till he found that spot that always turned Michael into a desperate whore.

"Look at you" Y/N tutted, quickly adding a second finger. "I bet you've just been dying for this, haven't you" Michael nodded, bucking his hips up into Gallant while he simultaneously tried to push back against Y/N's fingers. He couldn't even speak with Gallant's hand wrapped around him, but Y/N didn't need to hear him say it to know. His fingers were gone just as quick as they came, Michael loved the burn that came with the stretch of Y/N pushing in to him, it made him feel even more full, and Y/N knew that. After slicking himself up with his own spit, he moved in between Michael's thighs more, positioning his cock right against his hole. "Add another hand, he's been so good.." he murmured to Gallant, and Gallant was quick to obey, clenching around Michael for a moment while he added the second hand.

Michael cried out as Y/N began to drag the head of his cock against his hole, clenching around nothing as he waited desperately. He needed to feel Y/N, and he was going to go insane if his didn't get it soon. Y/N wasn't going to make him wait any longer, he'd been so good, he deserved it. Finally, Y/N began to push into Michael slowly, making sure he felt each and every inch of him as he stretched him open, and Michael sobbed. His body was on fire, every single part of his mind not dedicated to thinking about how incredibly full he felt shutting off completely. Y/N laid his chin on Gallant's shoulder, wrapping a hand around his cock while the other moved to rub at Michael's lower stomach. "Can you feel me in there baby?" He asked, and Michael could only nod, his eyes wide and filled with tears from the stretch.

Y/N gave Michael a few moments to adjust before he began thrusting, and both Michael and Gallant let out the most arousing moans he'd ever heard. "Fuck- keep doing that, you're making him fuck me so good" Gallant pleaded, bucking into Y/N's fist as he rutted himself down onto Michael's cock. Michael could no longer communicate, only able to spread his legs as wide as humanly possible to try and get Y/N even deeper. Each thrust made him buck up into Gallant' the feeling of Y/N stretching him open was heavenly, and he never wanted it to stop. All of a sudden Michael jolted like he'd been shocked, and the scream of pleasure he let out was just about enough to push Gallant over the edge, the harsh thrust that Michael gave as he moved giving him that final nudge that had him cumming all over his thighs and Michael's stomach. Y/N knew that he'd hit his prostate, and he grinned at that, his pace of thrust becoming brutal as he drove his cock into the same spot over and over, Michael crying out like his was being whipped, which would have no doubt been alarming to anyone who heard from outside.

"C'mon baby" Y/N encouraged, gripping Michael's hips while he thrust. "Cum for us, Gallant wants you to fill him up so bad, he's been talking about it all day" he cooed, Gallant nodding feverishly. Michael let out one last loud squeal of pleasure before he finally came, Gallant moaning pathetically at the warm feeling that spread through his lower region before he slid off to cuddle up to Michael. Y/N wasn't finished though, and as soon as Gallant was off Michael he pounced, grabbing his thighs and pushing them towards his chest as he drove his cock into him at such a brutal angle and pace that in a minuet Michael has already cum again, his release mixing with Gallant's that was left on his stomach. Y/N moaned at the sight, giving a few more harsh thrusts before he finally dumped his load into Michael, hunching over him while he came down from his high.

Once he pulled out, he pressed a gentle kiss to both Michael and Gallant's foreheads, stroking their cheeks and disappearing to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth. When he returned, both of them were cuddled up, not caring about the slowly drying cum sticking them together. Y/N had a hard time separating them as he wiped them down, pressing gentle kisses to their stomachs as he wiped down the cum slowly dripping from them. "You both did so good.." Y/N praised the two as he slid in between them, both of them cuddling up to him. It was times like this, watching the two loves of his life fall asleep cuddled up to him, that Y/N didn't feel so guilty for being happy about the apocalypse bringing them together, he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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mossybank · 3 years

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certifiedmoth · 5 years

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Friends To Lovers (Part 1)

FWB - Jim Mason x Reader

Series Summary: Life in Palos Verdes is less than ideal. However, maybe you can find solace in a friendly figure...

Word Count: 11K

Warnings: Smut (fingering, male/female oral sex, unprotected sex), underage drinking, also please note everyone is 18+

Notes: This is a new series I’m working on about Jim and Y/N being friends with benefits! Part 1 is really long (sorry, yikes) and it’s a bit slow at first as we explore reader’s life in PV, but picks up in the end with some nice smut, enjoy! ♡ (Credit to @ferns-cody for the lovely gif)

There was a certain sadness you could feel in the air before the sun rose in Palos Verdes. The blues and purples of the night sky danced together then faded as the ocean stirred in the distance. The world around you that was once still, began to wake up. The soft chirping of birds nearby, the occasional car passing by, and the delicate touch of wind across your cheek reminded you to put on one of your many different faces and prepare for the new day.

You enjoyed the early mornings spent on your roof. This was the time when you could see Palos Verdes for what it was supposed to be. A serene paradise meant to be enjoyed, savored. Not the vile and all-consuming superficial mess you now knew it to be. Of course it was still beautiful, but the picture perfect houses with their flawless inhabitants unnerved you. You thought it wasn’t possible everyone here had it that good. You had been here 7 months and you still weren’t use to the mirage that this place was.

Perhaps it was jealousy that had you scowling as you sat on your clay tile roof. Or perhaps it was the shame you felt as you realized you were just like them. Always putting a show on for everyone around you, never truly revealing yourself to the world. What made you any different than every other resident in Palos Verdes? You tried to push those thoughts aside as you grew frustrated with yourself. You always managed to overanalyze things and sometimes you felt it was truly exhausting to be you. You wished you could live your life simply without overthinking everything and just be. But unfortunately, you weren’t that person. You were the type of person to have an identity crisis before 7 in the morning.

Now with the sun in the sky shining down on you from above, you took a deep breath and exhaled longingly, shaking your head in the process and silently cursing to yourself. You heard the familiar buzzing of your phone on the red tile beside you and watched it light up. Glancing at it, you saw the text from your friend that you were waiting for.

[Alison]: Leaving now!

You picked up the iPhone that lay to your side and quickly texted back an “okay!” before standing up and making your way to the open window. Since you moved here and became friends at school, you and Ali always tried to get together at least once during the weekend and the plan for this fine Saturday morning was to “hang and chill at the beach”. With her on the way, you put on your dark red bikini and threw on some high waisted shorts and your old tattered gray t-shirt. Some friendly company sounded nice, but if you were being honest, what you were really looking forward to was the feel of the sand between your toes and the coldness of the sea on your skin. Whenever you could feel yourself being spread too thin, the ocean was always there to pull you back. Nurturing and restorative, the water comforted you like nothing else.

You finished brushing your teeth and putting all the essentials into your backpack when you saw your phone light up on your bed. You shoved the sunscreen in, zipped up your bag and grabbed your phone before running downstairs. You knew what the text said before you read it, but checked anyways once you reached the kitchen.

[Alison]: Outsideee

Quickly, you put some food in your bag and were suddenly greeted by your mom, still in her robe. “Where are you off to?” she yawned, fixing herself some coffee, still half awake.

“I told you, I’m going to the beach with Ali and Chris,” you passed her the creamer she forgot to take out of the fridge.

“Okay, don’t forget I’m leaving today and coming back Monday,” she sternly said, walking over towards you and pulling you into her arms. She was a flight attendant and left often, usually only for a couple days at a time. She didn’t like leaving you alone, but loved traveling, and when you reassured her that you’d be fine and capable on your own, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity. It put a smile on your face to know she was happy and doing something she loved. If anyone in Palos Verdes deserved that, it was her.

You smiled, hugging her back, “Yes, I remember.” The eye roll that accompanied your words was probably unnecessary, but after being reminded 5 times by her, it was an automatic reaction. “Have fun, I’ll see you Monday,” you said, letting go of her, but her grip tightened, holding you in place. Laughing, you groaned, “Mom, I have to go, Ali’s outside!”

“Okay, okay, fine. I love you. Make good choices!” she yelled the last part, as you were headed out the door. A little joke between the two of you, you’d say it when she went on dates and she’d say it when you went just about anywhere.

“Never. Love you!” you waved her off as you opened Ali’s door. The trash that accompanied the floor of her Prius never ceased to amaze you. “I love what you’ve done with the place,” you smirked, closing the door and setting your bag on your lap.

“Shut up,” she snorted. “I really tried to keep it clean this week! Can’t you see the effort I made?” She jokingly asked as she gestured to the Taco Bell wrapper on her dashboard.

“I’m going to call the official Palos Verdes committee, which is absolutely a real thing, and they’re going to take your ass away.”

“Good, the sooner I get out of here, the better,” she joked, shooting you a big grin.

Chris’ house was about a minute from yours, which you always thought was nice. The idea of having somebody nearby, who you were fairly close with comforted you. Chris was considered a popular guy, even though he didn’t think that himself. He easily made friends wherever he went and was charming in just about every way possible. Attractive, too. He had blonde curls that sometimes fell in his bright green eyes. Tall and toned, you could understand why most girls gawked and whispered when he was around. But you saw past all of that, and instead saw the kind and caring person you knew him to be.

The two of you pulled into his long driveway, and Ali stopped the car only to pick up her phone to text him. You were thinking and laughing silently to yourself about the possibility of there actually being a PV committee, that would rain down hell on any who dare stray from the norm of tennis skirts, fake tans, and brunch, when the familiar blonde haired boy stumbled out of the front door. He adorned dark sunglasses and was holding his head, as though it hurt.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ali laughed loudly, barely getting her sentence out.

“Honestly, what did we expect?” you joined in on her laughter.

He opened the car door and crawled into the back seat, not bothering to say anything. “Is somebody hungover?” you asked, like a mother talking to their child.

He mumbled out a small “shut up” before looking up at you and flashing a small smile. You pretend to be hurt as Ali’s laughter fills the car.

“Is that just how we’re going to greet me from now on? First Ali and then you. I mean, honestly people…” you trail off, throwing your hands in the air.

“Stop being a smartass then,” Ali quips back, winking at you.

“Never,” you jokingly glare at her and then at Chris, who’s taken his sunglasses off and seems to be very amused and pleased with your reaction.

The drive to the beach was fairly short, but the three of you had still managed to talk about the latest scandal concerning the president, migration patterns of sea turtles (thanks to you) and the party you’d all be attending later that night. Chris was telling you how he was looking forward to getting drunk again when you noticed a slight sadness in his eyes. But, before you could push further, Ali had turned into the parking lot and parked the car, turning the engine off with a loud sigh.

“What a beautiful day!” Ali exclaimed in her best (but actually incredibly horrible) Australian accent as she welcomed the beach with open arms. Both you and Chris groaned in response, sharing looks of disapproval with one another as she ignored you both. Quickly, you all grabbed your belongings out of the car and dragged yourself through the sand looking for the best spot. Luckily, the beach wasn’t too crowded. You’d usually only find a couple of people there, something you were grateful for as you felt the beach was a sacred, special place meant for relaxation. And today wasn’t any different. You saw that some of the surfers were out today, their belongings in a pile on the south end of the beach. But besides that, the beach was deserted. You let a small smile form on your lips and Chris must have noticed because he bumped his shoulder against you with a smirk on his face.

The spot was easily decided upon between the three of you when you found a nice bit of soft sand near the water. You notice you’re just a little ways down from the surfer’s things as you delicately lay your blue towel down in between Ali and Chris, making sure not to get any sand on it, which Chris completely messes up when he slams his own towel down and flops on to it. You glare at his obliviousness as he lays there with closed eyes and his hands behind his head, soaking in the morning sun. You lean down and take a handful of sand, only to slowly raise it right above his toned stomach. You turn your head to Ali behind you and she silently nods, approving of your actions. And with that, you open your hand, painting his stomach with a fresh new coat of sand.

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” he gasps, brushing the sand off of him.

“It’s what you deserve,” you smirk, gesturing towards the sand covering your towel.

“Oh, is that so?” he carefully questions, a smirk playing out on his face. “Well, in that case,” he inches dangerously closer to you with a glint in his eye and hands outstretched. He quickly starts putting more sand on your towel and before you know it, you’re screaming and Chris is tickling you while trying to cover you in sand. You were pretty sure Ali’s laughter could be heard across the whole beach, which only caused you to think you all must have looked crazy to any bystanders. Luckily, they were all in the water, enjoying the waves the ocean brought that day. Or, so you thought. You heard a voice call out for Chris nearby and you all paused what you were doing, looking over at the dark haired boy in the wetsuit.

“Hey Gabriel, what’s up man?” Chris laughed, shaking off the sand as he stood up. You tried to fix your hair and clothes, while Ali drank from her water bottle.

“Psst hey, I’m thirsty for Gabe,” she whispered to you as she motioned to her bottle, snickering to herself. You shot her a glance before trying to hide your laughter in front of the two boys.

“We’re talking about tonight over there, what were you bringing again?” Gabriel’s voice trailed off as the two boys started to walk towards the familiar group of boys from school you occasionally saw Chris with.

“Bye, then!” Ali yelled, with fake annoyance.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Chris shouted back, sporting a reassuring grin. You rolled your eyes and leaned back down as you closed your eyes and settled into relaxation.

“We should just throw his towel in the water,” Ali comments, laying down herself. You quietly chuckle, hitting her side to tell her to let it go.

Being around Ali and Chris was nice but took a tremendous amount on your part. It didn’t feel natural to be this outgoing or gregarious. You didn’t know who this person was. But it was who Ali and Chris knew you to be, so you played the part. The sweet bitterness of it all was that you had two amazing people in your life, and yet, you were still alone. You pondered the idea of Ali and Chris having to play a role, too. Was Ali this naturally loud and rambunctious, attracting attention and admiration everywhere she went? And was Chris naturally this charismatic, making everyone fall victim to his charm? Maybe it was natural for them. Perhaps, it was as easy as breathing for them and they lived their lives as authentically as they appeared to. You let out a long sigh, as you were reminded of the differences between you and your friends. But quickly, you were shaken from your intrusive thoughts as Ali rustled around beside you, sitting up.

“So, tonight!” Ali cheerfully said, causing you to open your eyes and squint up at her with the sun in your face.

“Yes!” You met her excitement as you put your sunglasses on, sat up, and started to take your shirt and jeans off.

“Brandon said it starts at like 8, but we shouldn’t get there right away… right?” she looked at you for agreement.

“Yeah, we definitely don’t want to be the first ones there. We’re lame, but I mean, we’re not that lame,” you joke as you squeeze some sunscreen in your hand and start to rub it into your warm skin. You hear a faint whistle from the other side of the beach, which causes you both to jerk your heads up. A slight blush creeps its way onto your cheeks as you weren’t expecting to hear that. You laugh it off, and Ali rolls her eyes, taking her own clothes off in the process and grabbing the sunscreen from you.

“Anyways!” she says, loud enough for the boys to hear. “They’re stupid,” she glances over at them, her voice back to a normal level. “But yeah, I was thinking we could go at like 9? Is that okay?”

“Yeah, totally,” you nod. And you realized, just like Chris, you were dying to have a drink in you, as well.

“Okay, cool. I’ll be at your place at 9, then,” she said while standing up. “But for now, I want to go in,” she nodded her head towards the water, smiling down at you.

“We literally just put sunscreen on. We have to let it soak in,” you laughed quietly, refusing to get up. And with that she leaned down and started to pull on your arms to try and lift you, but you were slightly stronger.

“Come onnnnnnn,” she groaned. “We can just stick our feet in until the sunscreen has done its thing.”

How could you resist? “Alright, fine,” you compromised, letting her pull you to your feet.

This is what you had been waiting for all morning. A shiver ran up your spine as you made contact with the cold water. The frigid ocean in January wasn’t ideal, but you would take whatever you could get. How deceiving Palos Verdes was with its external beauty and rotten core. Even its beaches could trick the smartest man. With the sun shining and the ocean calm and crystal clear, you would never expect to feel daggers once in the water. The secretive glance you stole at the dripping wet surfers in their wetsuits, told you that this was as far as you and Ali would go in today. You wanted nothing more than to be engulfed and surrounded by the water, but thought hypothermia didn’t sound particularly enjoyable.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you felt the icy cold water splash all over your skin. The scream that came out of Ali was unhuman like as you searched for the cause of what had you two shivering. One of the boys had kicked a soccer ball in your direction, landing in the water right next to you. Rolling your eyes, you assumed the culprit was Travis since he always had that stupid thing with him.

“You think that’s funny huh?” Ali shouted, half joking, half angry, stalking towards them. You picked up the ball before it could drift away and held it far from your body as it basically felt like a soccer ball sized ice cube. You shuffled towards the group that Ali was standing in front of, scolding. The laughter coming from the boys told you that they didn’t take her too seriously. Travis walked towards you clutching his chest, gasping for breath as he laughed.

“That was so fucking funny, oh my god,” he managed to get out, taking the ball from your frozen hands.

“I’m glad our pain is your pleasure, asshole,” Ali criticized, shooting him a glare.

“Oh honey, you have no idea,” he said suggestively. “Also, nice top, Y/N,” he winked and you suddenly became aware of the thin, unpadded fabric that was no help with the cold water you experienced just moments before. You quickly tried to cover yourself as best you could from the stares of the lust-filled boys.

“Oh fuck off, Travis. Stop being creepy,” Chris chimed in, stepping forward and thankfully, trying to divert the attention away from you. “Why can’t you ever keep your mouth shut, huh? Why can’t you be more like me? Or like Jim?” he gestures to the brown haired boy to his side. You glance up to find a pair of piercing blue eyes already staring directly at you and he holds your gaze for half a second before looking away. Travis is still laughing as Chris walks over with his signature grin and takes him by the shoulders to give him a slight shake. “Be more like Jim and I. Don’t. Be. Creepy.” He enunciates every word as Travis laughs it off, saying “whatever, man”.

“Ali was right, you guys are stupid,” you smirk. Both Gabriel and Chris share the same look of offense and betrayal directed at Ali, who simply shrugs her shoulders.

“I meant what I said,” she smiles, squinting her eyes at the dumbstruck boys. “You guys have fun now. And keep your balls away from us,” she motions towards the soccer ball, which you scoff at. Their laughter can be heard as you both turn around and make your way back to your things, the water being slightly too cold to be in today, much to your annoyance. You sneak a quick glance back in search of the blue eyes, but instead see that the brunette’s eyes are shut as his deep laughter fills the air. You turn back around, sigh contentedly, and silently thank whatever god is responsible for cute boys.

“Gabe couldn’t keep his eyes off of you,” you smile over at Ali once you two sit down, getting comfortable on your towels.

“He’s so hot, oh my god,” she groans, covering her face but you can still see her cheery smile peak through. “I’m nervous about tonight, just a little bit,” she says quickly, lowering her hands slightly and glancing your way with an over-exaggerated frown. You aren’t used to seeing much vulnerability from Ali, but it’s welcoming.

“Why are you nervous?” you ask soberly, hoping she’ll open up to you and the two of you can have an authentic conversation, something you’ve been craving.

“I just- Well, Gabe and I have been friends for a while, right? And that’s great. But now we’ve been texting each other and kind of flirting at school and I just feel like something might happen tonight with us,” she says, fidgeting with her hands.

“That’s good though!” your eyes light up as you encourage her with a smile.

“I knoooow, but like… I haven’t been with a guy in forever, and god, I’ve been so horny lately, I would literally kill for some dick, but what if I’ve lost my touch?” she squints her eyes at the ocean, pondering her situation which has you stifling a giggle at her dramatic appearance.

“I highly doubt that, and plus, he totally wants you. He’s going to be jazzed just being in your company, because you are amazing,” you say the last part in a singsongy voice, which she shyly smiles at.

“What about you though! Have you had your eye on anyone? Tonight would be a lot easier if you got laid, too” she says with pleading eyes. You’re a little thrown off, but try your best not to show it.

“I don’t know… I haven’t really been interested in anybody lately. I’m not like the dating and relationship type, you know?” you scrunch up your face as you stumble over your words.

“You don’t have to marry them, but you should have some fun tonight, too,” she says reassuringly, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You can’t help the laugh that escapes as she tries to persuade you. “Plus, didn’t you hookup with that one guy a while ago? It’s been way too long. You shouldn’t neglect your body like that,” she pushes further, winking at you.

You cover your face and cringe at the memory, “Oh yeah, Henry,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “Way too much tongue… Actually, I wouldn’t have minded if he had just used his tongue elsewhere,” you raise an eyebrow at Ali, causing her to make a scene with her laughter.

“Fuck, that’s right! Henry, oh my god. How could I forget the guy with the lizard tongue,” she gasps for air between laughs. You laugh beside her but cringe a bit at the memory. “That’s what you get for hooking up with a guy from our rival school,” she pokes your side, rubbing it in as much as she can.

“How was I supposed to know! I was new and clearly made a bad call,” you shake your head in laughter, laying down and hiding your face with your bag. “Let us never speak about it again,” you say muffled behind your bag.

“Actually,” you say moving your bag to the side and raising yourself on your elbows. “You kind of have a point, it has been a while…” you mutter, while kicking some sand around with your foot.

“Yes! It has!” she leans forward excitedly, as she thinks she’s finally got you on her side. “You deserve to have some fun with a hot guy, and Palos Verdes has lots of those to spare,” she says very matter-of-factly. You smile at her words as you roll over the idea in your mind. You had been touch starved for months and the thought of having someone’s hands dance all over your skin thrilled you. Perhaps this would even be a good distraction from the overbearing thoughts you found yourself having lately.

“Alright, I’m open to the possibility, but I can’t promise anything will happen,” you try to sound nonchalant, but your smile betrays you.

You had spent a couple of hours at the beach, Chris soon joining you and Ali after he finished talking with the boys. You had a really nice time soaking up the sun and spending time with the two people you were closest with in this town, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief as you got home. You always found yourself seeking solitude after being around people. You knew that some time alone before the party would do you some good. Especially, since you now had an objective for tonight and a lot to think about because of it.

You spent a good portion of the time leading up to the party reading in bed, cuddled up next to your cat, Luna. The soft purrs that emanated from her calmed your nerves as you stroked her silvery soft fur. You told yourself you had nothing to be nervous about, but you still shared the anxiety that Ali was feeling earlier. When you glanced at your phone and it showed that you’d be leaving in an hour and a half, you decided to close your book. You started to feel more excitement after you fed Luna her dinner and started getting ready. Some intimacy and connection was exactly what you wanted right now. It was actually what you needed. The feel of someone’s hands gripping your waist, their breath fanning over your exposed skin, nipping at you gently with soft lips. It sounded like heaven and you couldn’t help the smile that played out on your face as you decided on what to wear. Your closet held many great things, which usually resulted in a lot of indecision on your part when it came to getting dressed. However – tonight it would have to be your black, strappy dress. The way it hugged your curves had even you checking yourself out in the mirror. It showed just enough cleavage to leave others wanting more and was also backless, which you particularly liked. You thought, “why not show off my body?” Especially on a night like this. The fabric stopped halfway down your thighs and if somebody’s gaze followed all the way down your legs, they’d find some black stilettos to accompany your sleek, well-fitted dress.

You thought to yourself, “Damn, I look good.” And you did, there was no denying that. You fixed your hair just the way you liked it and put some makeup on, as well. Taking a step back from the mirror, you decided you were really pleased with the way you looked, which only made your excitement grow. You were ready to have a drink, spend some time with Ali and Chris, and (hopefully) have a little extra fun tonight with somebody new.

You heard the familiar buzz from your phone that told you Ali would soon be at your place, so you spritzed some perfume delicately on your neck and touched up your hair. Luna jumped up onto your bed and made herself comfortable in the middle of the lilac duvet and the sight of her curled up with closed eyes calmed whatever nerves you still had about tonight. You leaned down to softly pet her head which had her perk up and make a chirping noise from the disturbance you had caused her. Her annoyance with you had you laughing to yourself as you saw the headlights of Ali’s car turn into your driveway. Bending down, you placed a gentle kiss on her head, said your goodbyes, and were on your way.

As soon as you opened Ali’s car door and sat down, you were greeted with screams from the driver herself. “Bitch, you look SO good!” You couldn’t help the big grin that adorned your face as you welcomed her praise. “Forget Gabe, I’m just going to hook up with you tonight,” she said, pulling out of your driveway.

You looked over at her and winked while saying, “I’m down,” which caused a giggle to leave her lips. “You look really good, too! I love that shade of blue on you,” you turned towards her and looked at her navy dress.

“Sexy, right?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you. “I think Gabe will like it,” she added softly with her eyes glued to the road but a smile on her face. “I’m feeling a lot better about tonight, but I still need a drink,” she let out a breath as she continued,” How about you! How are you feeling about tonight?”

You nodded your head slowly, looking out the window at the passing street lights, “I feel good, too. Definitely want a drink, but I feel… good,” you confirmed to her and yourself. You don’t know why you were even nervous to begin with. After all, these were just people from school and you were all graduating in a couple of months, so if anything bad happened you wouldn’t have to see them for that much longer anyways.

You knew that you had arrived when you could see the many different cars parked along the street and people loitering the lawn, boisterously talking amongst themselves. With the car finally parked a little ways down from Brandon’s house, you stepped outside to be greeted by the brisk chill of the night. The moon gleamed in the night sky as you both made your way towards the sound of laughter and yelling, the sound of your heels clicking on the pavement adding a calm beat to the overbearing sounds you were hearing.

You passed those who had spilled outside of the house and onto the lawn and caught a few eyes staring at you. Or rather at your body. You smirked to yourself as you stepped through the door, with Ali right behind you. The house was dimly lit and thudded from whatever song by The Weeknd they were blasting over the speakers. From what you could tell, Brandon’s house was quite nice, albeit similar to yours, as was pretty much every house in Palos Verdes. Except now, it was filled to the brim with high school seniors, drunk, unruly, and looking to let loose. You actually felt bad about the mess Brandon’s parents were sure to come home to.

“Chris!” you heard Ali scream behind you as you turned around only to see her disappear into the crowd. You tried to follow, but were swallowed into the mob of dancing people. You recognized familiar faces from school and some new faces, as well, as they swayed around you in a drunken state. You suddenly felt a pair of hands around your waist and someone’s lips brush against your ear. “Well aren’t you a pretty thing,” they whispered, the smell of alcohol faint on their breath. You turned around only to find a complete stranger and scoffed at their overconfidence.

“Don’t touch me,” you tore their hands from your body and rolled your eyes as you made your way against the grain of the large crowd. You wanted to get with somebody tonight, but would never consider the creep who grabs random girls from behind. He’s lucky you didn’t give him a black eye. Surprisingly enough you could hear Ali’s laughter, even over the deafening music, which told you she was nearby. You pushed a little further and saw the navy dress with her in it, talking to some familiar faces.

“Hey! I lost you,” you laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. Everyone’s eyes turned to you, some even looking you up and down with a smirk on their lips.

“I was wondering where you went!” she shouted over the music, hugging your waist and bringing you into the circle of friends. You noticed Gabe was standing across from her, which explains why she practically ran over here the moment she noticed the familiar faces.

“Here you go,” you heard a familiar deep voice as someone bumped into you with their hand out, offering Ali a drink. “Oh shit, sorry,” you both turned towards each other only to see that it was Chris who had nearly knocked you over. His green eyes widened as he took in your appearance, “Oh wow, Y/N.” His breath hitched slightly, but he regained his composure quickly, “I didn’t mean to almost kill you, sorry.” He laughed lightly, holding onto the two cups in his hand. Ali grabbed one and patted him on the shoulder, turning back to her conversation. “Here, take this one. I’ll go grab another one,” he offered you the drink in his hand.

“Thanks!” you took the cup gladly from him. “I’ll come with you, though,” you said, looking up at him with a smile.

“Okay,” his eyes gleamed, taking your arm and leading you through the crowd of sweaty people, only letting go of you once you two reached the corner where the drinks were. You wanted to scope out the place and for anyone you thought would be interesting to play around with. Taking a sip of the strong liquid inside of your red cup, you winced as you felt the familiar burn make its way down your throat. You were spinning around back towards Chris when you stopped and noticed he was already staring at you. You gave him a quick smile as he averted his eyes and watched as he poured himself another drink.

“You havin’ fun?” you asked a bit concerned once you remembered the look of sadness he wore earlier at the beach. He shared that same look just as he made eye contact with you and you were curious what could be upsetting him.

“Oh yeah, what’s not to love about parties?” he winked at you, raising his cup and taking a big sip.

Walking over towards him, your mouth turned down slightly at the edges as you softly told him, “You know, you can always talk to me if something’s bothering you.”

He put his arm around you in a jovial way and wore a smile that only half convinced you as he stared at your face, searching for something you weren’t sure of. “I know. I’m okay, though,” he said softly, squeezing your shoulder.

You both made your way back to the group surprisingly easy for how rowdy and crowded the party was getting. Ali and Gabe only had eyes for each other as they stood dangerously close to one another, engulfed in a conversation. You noticed the placement of her arm on his bicep and you were happy that she was going after what she wanted. You looked around the group, observing everyone in their drunken states, which you had to admit, was quite amusing. You tried to hide your giggle by taking another sip from your cup when your eyes landed on a familiar brunette leaning against the wall. His icy blue eyes you had seen only earlier that day bore into you once more. Only this time they were two shades darker.

His eyes searched every part of you, drinking you in. The way your hair swayed as you looked at the partygoers. The way you bit your lip as you observed them, squinting your eyes, clearly in deep thought. And the way your bare legs teased and tantalized him. God, you looked absolutely divine, he thought to himself. You glanced at the beer in his hand and put two and two together, deciding the determination in his lust blown eyes was the product of his beverage. But, you took the bait anyways.

It didn’t take long for you to find your way over to him, his eyes never leaving you for a second even with the commotion of the party. You placed your body right beside his against the wall and could feel his eyes on you as he turned his head to really take you in. Your smile was apparent as you brought your cup to your lips again, drinking the harsh liquid.

“Hi there,” you said, finally looking over at the tall brunette standing next to you. You were met with half-lidded eyes and a slight smirk that tempted you to kiss him right then and there.

“Hey,” he simply replied, his voice raspy and eyes glancing you up and down.

“Are you ever going to stop assaulting me with your eyes?” you joked, a smile playing out on your face.

“It’s not my fault you look like that,” the corners of his mouth turned up. “You see – I just can’t help it,” he placed the hand not holding his beer over his chest, breathing in and taking in the sight of you completely.

The way you rolled your eyes at his words had him laughing, which you thought only made him more attractive. “It’s Jim, right?” you asked, turning on your side to look at him.

“Mhm,” he muttered, mimicking your gesture and leaning on his side to face you. “Y/N, right?”

You nodded your head and took another sip from your cup, finally starting to feel the effects on you. The blue in his eyes was mesmerizing, even as they grew darker with each passing minute; even as they got closer while he moved his body towards you. “You’re the new girl,” he commented.

You scoffed, “Well, I was new 7 months ago – Not sure if I’d still be classified as the new girl now.” He seemed particularly amused by the slight irritation in your voice, especially when you used air quotes around “new girl”. He folded his arms and leaned in closer to you, squinting his eyes as if to stare you down. But you didn’t budge; you liked a challenge occasionally.

He sensed you weren’t ready to back down as you raised an eyebrow at his stance. Sighing, he leaned back and smirked, “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

He caught you a bit off guard with his words, but you regained your composure quickly. “Oh please, I’m not mad,” you replied, the hint of a smile on your face. “You don’t have that much of an effect on me,” the satisfaction gleamed across your face for everyone to see, but Jim was too close now for anyone to notice. He seemed to make his way closer and closer to you until your bodies were mere inches from each other.

He leaned down and ghosted his lips over your ear, smirking at the way your breath hitched in your throat. “So, I do have some effect on you, then?” His voice was deep and sultry. His words dancing in your mind.

“Maybe,” you placed your hand gently on his chest, leaning into his body. You could feel his toned chest through the soft cotton of his shirt, and the smell of his cologne left you in a daze. All you could think about was getting as close to him as possible. “Is there anywhere a little more… private?” you ask, your fingertips dancing across his chest.

He takes your hand in his, stopping your movements altogether, which causes you to look up at him. He looks a little surprised by your forwardness, but pleased nonetheless. “I do – Follow me,” he grabs your hand tighter and leads you through the crowd. You both make your way upstairs and the first room you try already has three people in it. They are way too focused on each other’s unclothed bodies to notice you and Jim opening the door and then quickly shutting it. You’re both still laughing as you head towards the room down the hall, holding onto each other closely. You stumble in first, happy to find that the room is unoccupied, with Jim following right after you. You take your time walking to the middle of the room, slowly turning to take it all in as you hear Jim lock the door behind you. A very nice and spacious master bedroom. Your thoughts of Brandon’s parents sleeping on the california king sized mattress make you cringe a bit, but you shake those thoughts from your mind easily. You’re faced towards the vanity across the room when you hear the bed dip. Turning with a smile on your lips, you see Jim sitting against the headboard, clearly having made himself comfortable. He pats the spot next to him as he notices your eyes staring directly into his.

“Well, aren’t you a presumptuous little thing,” you squint as a soft laugh escapes your lips.

“You’re the one who wanted somewhere more private,” he says, mimicking the way you had said it downstairs, earning a smile from you. You shake your head at the boy, place your cup next to his abandoned beer bottle on the dresser and slowly make your way towards the edge of the bed. The way he’s looking at you has you wanting to rip his clothes off and straddle him, but you want to take things slow. Not for your own sake or because you wanted to take your time and savor this, but because you wanted to make him wait a little and put him on edge. The way you get onto the bed and crawl on all fours towards him has him practically salivating. You finally reach him and lean up to kiss him lightly on his cheek. Just a little something to tease him, before you find your place next to him on the bed, sitting beside him. He lets out a small breath at the feeling of your lips meeting and then leaving his skin quickly. You lean into his warm body, with your bare legs resting against his jean covered ones. Your eyes stare seductively into his blue ones, challenging him to make the next move. His arm finds its way across your shoulders pulling you into him even more as his other hand slides up your thigh and grips it slightly.

Your heart beats fast like a drum as you wait in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to find out what he tastes like. The moment you inch closer to his lips, he leans down, meeting you slowly. He nudges his nose gently against yours, silently asking for permission. The smile that adorns your face is genuine as you feel his warm breath ghost over your lips. You lean the slightest bit into him and suddenly feel his soft, tender lips against yours. The way your mouths dance against each other is nothing short of heavenly. Jim manages to elicit a small gasp from you as he moves his hand further up your leg. The grip you have on his shirt is strong as you pull his body closer to yours, needing to feel more of him.

You both lay there for several minutes, tasting each other and reveling in the feeling of your hands exploring the other. You hold his face close to yours as he bites your bottom lip gently. Slowly, he massages your tongue gently with his and you swallow the moans that leave his mouth. A delicate dance that you are both sharing in. This continues for a while, the both of you losing yourselves in the feeling of the other.

When you break the kiss to nip at his jawline, he closes his eyes in pleasure and sighs softly. The next sound heard in the room is your breath hitching in your throat as he bunches up your dress and moves his finger gently up and down your black, lace panties. He can feel how wet you are through the thin fabric and bites back a groan. Swiftly, he pushes the drenched lace to the side and runs his finger through your folds slowly before sinking it in. It was your turn to close your eyes in pleasure as he thrust his long digit in and out of you slowly, staring intently at you with lust-filled eyes. He could feel himself hardening as he watched the look of pleasure on your face while you held him closely with your arms around his neck. The way your body squirmed as he dipped down to kiss your neck encouraged him to add another finger. You moaned desperately, making him bite down on your skin, hiding a grunt from leaving his mouth. He moved his fingers in and out of you skillfully, relishing in the way your brows furrowed and breaths got more and more desperate. You started to get used to his rhythm, sighing contentedly at the tingle settling in your stomach. And then he stopped, removing his hand altogether.

Your eyes shot open, giving him an astounded look nearly begging him to continue, but stopped once you saw him removing his jean jacket. You watched hungrily as he lifted his white t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor near where his jacket was discarded. Growing impatient, you started to fumble with your dress, trying to take it off.

“No – Don’t,” Jim spoke up. “Let me.” He was about to take his jeans off but stopped once he saw what you were doing. Grabbing your ankle that was closest, he pulled you towards him so that you were now laying down. He quickly pounced on you and you felt the heat of his body as he hovered over you. Leaning down he placed a heated kiss to your lips, melting in your taste. You almost didn’t even notice his hands pulling the straps of your dress down, but once you felt them linger over your breasts you instinctively moved your hips up to his, needing to feel more of him. He moved down to lightly suck at the sensitive part of your neck and pulled your dress down over your breasts.

“Damn,” he pulled back and muttered, mostly to himself. Having decided not to wear a bra that night, you thanked yourself silently as you were happy to speed up this process. He couldn’t believe how unbelievably sexy you looked laying underneath him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He dipped down once again and placed open mouth kisses all the way from your neck to your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly as he gripped the other in between his fingers. You could feel him smirk against your skin when you jumped after he pinched you slightly. Moving on to your other breast, he gave a small kiss as to say sorry. You held his head to you and raked his back with your nails as he moved his tongue back and forth over your nipple. The moans that left his mouth when you occasionally bucked your hips into his helped deepen the arousal pooling in your lower region.

You could see he was growing more impatient as he rubbed himself against you. If it wasn’t the way he kissed you, or the way he sucked on your skin, or the sounds of his deep moans that turned you on the most, it was definitely the prominent bulge he ground into you. The rough jean material rubbed against your thin lace and it left you breathless. You needed more of him and as if he read your mind in that moment, he pulled the rest of your dress down your body, throwing it somewhere out of sight. You lifted your hips up for him and he pulled the drenched lace down your legs, abandoning it on the floor as well. His eyes devoured every part of you as he lightly kneaded your thigh with his firm hand. The slight smirk and content sigh he gave right before leaning down in between your legs nearly had you blushing. But what really made a light shade of pink appear on your cheeks was the way his tongue slowly ran up your folds, gathering your wetness in his mouth. He lifted his head and licked his lips, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. The crystal clear blue you had seen in his irises earlier that day was nearly nonexistent now. He looked at you hungrily, with his pupils as dilated as you’ve ever seen on a person.

Once he leaned back down, he mumbled out a small, “You taste really good.”

You were a little caught off guard and as a result you let out a slight giggle and an awkward “thanks”. He simply chuckled against your skin, kissing and sucking on the skin between your thighs. He moved his tongue up and down your folds a couple more times, and sucked lightly on your clit before removing his mouth and making his way back up your body to kiss you again.

He ground his hips into you once more, needing to feel some friction from your warmth. “Are you on birth control?” he muttered, not being able to control himself for much longer.

Right as you were about to reply, he started sucking at the skin under your jaw, so your “yeah, I am” came out a lot shakier than you had planned.

“Okay, great,” he placed one more kiss to your collarbone before getting off the bed, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Hey!” you said accusingly.

His eyes widened a bit as his hands stopped, “what?”

“Let me,” you threw his line back at him, which earned you a rolling of his eyes and a smirk he tried to cover up. You delicately got off the bed and leaned down on your knees in front of him. You looked up at him innocently as you grabbed his bulge, lightly squeezing it in your hand. His body jolted forward and he sucked in a harsh breath. You decided not to tease him too much, as you were growing impatient as well, so your fingers found their way to his zipper and undid his jeans the rest of the way. Pulling them down his legs you were greeted with a pair of blue boxers. But that’s not what you were focusing on. What filled your mind was the way his cock desperately begged to be let free from the confines of the fabric. You leaned into him and placed your lips right above the top of the cotton band, licking the sensitive skin as you felt him rest his hand gently in your hair. You snaked your fingers under the band and lightly pulled them down. The way his cock bounced freely as you lowered his boxers had you licking your lips in anticipation. You liked what you saw. Not too thin, not too thick, just enough veins. He was also the longest you had ever been with and that alone had you biting your lip.

His tip gleamed with precum and you found yourself leaning in to place a delicate lick at his slit. You smirked at the sudden breath he let out. You could tell he had been holding it in but couldn’t anymore once he felt your touch, sending a jolt of electricity through every nerve in his body. He desperately needed more of you. With his hand placed on the back of your head, he beckoned you closer and you happily obliged. You held him and placed your tongue flat against the base of his shaft, licking up the long vein that ran all the way to his tip. Slowly, you took him into your mouth. But, only the tip. You sucked and swirled your tongue around his most sensitive part, earning you a low, raspy groan from the man above. He pushed your head slightly further towards him and you couldn’t help but give in to his demands. You were enjoying this just a little too much as you sunk your mouth down on him as far as you could go, letting your hand work whatever couldn’t fit. Watching your head bobbing up and down on him nearly had him coming undone already and he couldn’t help but let out a hiss when you dipped down to suck gently at his balls before coming back up and taking his length into your warm mouth once again. He started to lose his composure as he placed both hands in your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, relishing in the feel of your muffled moans vibrating against his cock. But, as much as he loved your mouth on him, he had other plans for where he wanted his cum going.

He gently pulled you off of his cock, took your hand that was placed on his hip and helped you to stand up. Quickly, he kicked his shoes and jeans off of his body, closed whatever distance was between you two and found your needy lips against his. He grabbed your ass roughly and pushed his hips into you, swallowing the moan that left your mouth as you felt his cock rub against you. Slowly, he walked you backwards to the bed where he abruptly left your lips and pushed you onto the comforter.

You fall onto the plush fabric with your mouth slightly agape as he stares down at you, pumping himself a few times as he makes his way towards your body. The anticipation is torturous as all you want is to feel the sensation of him filling you. The bed moves slightly as he finds his way on top of you. Even though his warmth was addictive and nearly set every nerve in your body on fire, the way his length rested against your stomach as he kissed along your jawline sent a tingling shiver up your spine. His breath ghosted against your cheek, hot and heavy, with him rubbing his length against your lower abdomen, the glistening liquid leaking out of him smearing against your skin. The feeling of your nails digging into his back made him jerk his head up with a low grunt escaping his lips. The sight of his wavy hair, now unruly, in front of his lust-blown eyes only made you more desperate for his touch.

He placed one more kiss under your ear before whispering, “Still sure about this?”

“Yes,” you groan, practically begging for him to connect your bodies already.

“Alright,” he says, smirking at the slight eagerness in your voice. He raises himself from your body and the coldness that hits you from the lack of his warmth leaves you feeling dissatisfied; however, you aren’t able to think about it too long as he quickly grabs you by the hips and flips you over so that you’re now on all fours. He holds your hips tightly in his grasp as he bends down to kiss the back of your neck. “This okay?” he whispers, lightly grinding against your body.

You reply by pushing your body back into him. His length rubs against your skin and you feel your hair move as he lets out a harsh breath. And then suddenly you feel the absence of his warmth over your back as he leans up, gripping your hip with one hand and his shaft with the other, running it up and down your folds, spreading your wetness around.

In one swift motion, he sinks himself into you and both of your moans fill the room, as you tightly grab onto the comforter beneath you. You shut your eyes in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you completely and he rolls his head back, a groan leaving his lips, at the feeling of being encompassed in your warmth. He gives you both a moment to adjust to this new feeling before moving his hips. He’s slow at first, trying to pace himself, but the soft sounds leaving your mouth drive him absolutely crazy and you can feel him pick up the pace, needing that extra bit of friction. The sound of skin slapping against each other is the prominent noise in the room, along with your quiet moans, his occasional groans, and the faint music from the party downstairs.

He pushes further into you, seeking his own pleasure, as he goes at a relentless pace now. The tight grip on your hips (that you were sure to find bruises on tomorrow) left quickly and instead he leaned down and wrapped his arms around your torso, his hot breath fanning against your neck. You could smell his cologne and even the slight scent of the ocean hidden underneath. He sucked harshly at your soft skin, which you were sure was purple by now.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck,” he started saying to himself, voice shaky as his hips slammed into you over and over. The feeling of him buried deep inside of you nearly had you seeing stars. Both of you were grateful that you were holding on to each other, since you were sure it was impossible to stay up on your own now. He thrust into you a couple more times before you felt him bury himself completely in you. He started groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside of you and you could then feel his cum spill out of him, painting your walls. Slowing his thrusts, he held your body close to him, making sure you milked his cock for every drop he had. He let out one last content breath before releasing you from his grasp and pulling out of you.

You lay there catching your breath and could feel his cum seep out of you slowly, running down your thighs. Your arousal was starting to build up before he had finished in you and now, you felt slightly bitter towards the man getting off of the bed. Turning around, you found him running his hands through his disheveled hair, trying to catch his breath as well. Even though he looked ridiculously attractive like this, with a slight flush adorning his cheeks, you couldn’t help but glare at him for leaving you high and dry.

“Hold on, let me get something for you,” he said while looking at the mess his cum made. You watched him walk towards the bathroom against the farthest wall, his bare ass on display only deepening your arousal. Moments later, he came back with a hand towel, brushing it against his neck that softly glistened with sweat. “Here,” he handed it to you and you rolled your eyes.

As you were nearly done wiping your legs, you spoke with a hint of hostility in your voice, “You know, I didn’t cum.” You didn’t bother to look up at his reaction, but when you didn’t hear a reply your eyes found themselves glancing up anyways. His arms were folded and he was slightly shaking his head, a smirk played out across his features.

“Did I say I was done with you?” He let out a low laugh when you raised your eyebrows in surprise. “I know you didn’t finish. Did you think I was just going to leave?” he said, moving towards your body that still lay on the bed.

“Well… Yeah. Pretty much,” you said in an obvious voice. You squeezed your legs shut as you could feel your arousal dripping at the sight of him advancing towards you. He stopped when he reached your legs, softly caressing them up and down.

“No – Like I said, I’m not done with you yet. I only got a small taste of you and I’d like more,” he glanced at your heat, licking his lips. “If that’s okay with you, of course,” he mocked the attitude your voice held just moments before. You looked down, slightly embarrassed as you bit your bottom lip and nodded your head slightly. From your position, you lowered yourself completely onto the plush cotton beneath you, ready for him. He teasingly ran his fingers up your legs and then slowly, spread your thighs apart, taking in the sight of you completely.

His icy, blue eyes bore into yours as he leaned down to place open mouthed kisses all over the inside of your thighs. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of the small nips he left against your sensitive skin. Suddenly, he licked a small, hard stripe over your clit, making your hips jut out. You could feel his smirk as he attached his lips, sucking hard and holding you down with one of his arms. Instinctively, your hand reached out and grasped onto his hair as your head rolled back into the mattress. The desperate moan that escaped you as he licked fast stripes over your clit sounded almost angelic to him. He stopped his movements and placed his tongue flat against your entrance and reveled in your whines as you tried to move your hips against him to try and get some friction. But his arm that was wrapped tightly around your hips prevented you from moving, much to your annoyance. You tried pushing his head closer to you, but he strongly denied your requests, simply keeping his tongue in place, taunting you with its warmness.

“Jim,” you panted, looking down at him with pleading eyes. He looks up at you with a glint in his eye, his lips still attached to you.

“Just wanted to hear you say ‘please’,” he mumbles against your heat, teasing you.

“Come on,” you groan and with that he licks up your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit in the process. He starts licking and sucking faster as he notices your breaths getting more and more desperate. He moves to your clit and sucks harshly, making you yelp. The tight grasp you have on his hair only pushes him to go further. He removes his arm from around your waist and instead places both hands at the back of your thighs raising them towards you to give him more room.

The feeling of his tongue against you was like nothing you had ever experienced. You hated to admit it, not wanting to give this near stranger any satisfaction, especially after teasing you, but he was definitely the most skilled you had ever had. His strong tongue flicked against your clit back and forth before coming back down. He pushed himself in between your folds and curved his tongue in and out of you, sucking on any part of skin he could find. You held his mouth to your entrance by the soft curls tightly grasped in your hand, as you could feel your arousal building quickly.

Your voice grew desperate and needy, something you didn’t recognize and you wondered who this person was. “Oh god… oh god… oh god,” you started to chant, body shaking as you felt the bundle of nerves in you begin to tighten. He went back and forth between sucking on your clit to licking fast lines up and down your folds, his hands holding onto your thighs intensely. You could see the veins in his toned arms bulge and part of his hair in his face as he continued his assault on you, working you towards your end.

You had thought to yourself, you never wanted this feeling to end, but you desperately needed to feel the band that was tightly wound in you snap, spreading your warmth all over his pretty, little tongue. He dipped his tongue into your folds again, nose bumping against your clit as he relentlessly moved in and out of you. The electricity in you building and building until you felt yourself ready to tip over. His tongue pushed into you once more and you finally toppled over that cliff that had been building in you. You let go, rolling your head back against the plush fabric and let out a lengthy and sensual moan. Your hips moved against his mouth, riding out every wave of pleasure he gave you.

He licked up every ounce of wetness that came out of you, savoring in the taste of you on his tongue, before you pulled his head back from the overstimulation. You looked properly fucked out, he thought, sitting up and smirking to himself while wiping the rest of your essence from his face with the back of his hand. You let out one last, deep breath before taking your time sitting up and stretching.

“Well, that was – fun,” you said, for lack of better word, your voice sounding exhausted.

“Yeah,” he agreed laughing and shyly scratching the back of his head as you got off the bed. There were clothes all over the floor but it wasn’t too difficult to differentiate yours from his. You found your still damp panties and begrudgingly put them on, while spotting your black dress and picking it up. Turning around, you found Jim back in his jeans, buttoning them while looking for this white t-shirt. You felt a little awkward not really knowing what to say to him, so you just focused on pulling your dress up your body and putting your arms through the straps, adjusting it to your liking. As you spotted your heels and made your way towards them, you glanced at your phone to check the time and instead found two texts from Ali.

[Alison]: Where are you???

[Alison]: Y/N, are you getting fucked?? Tell me!!!

It had been about thirty minutes since her last text and you winced a little at the urgency and excitement in her messages. After putting your black heels on and smoothing out your dress you glanced over at Jim to find him fully dressed, jean jacket and all, with his eyebrows furrowed, staring intently at his phone. You stood there awkwardly for a moment expecting him to look up, before grabbing your cup on the dresser and heading towards the door.

“So… Um…” you started, not really knowing exactly what to say, while you held the door open half way, the music from downstairs flooding in.

He still stared at his phone as he muttered, “Shit, I have to go.” He started to get up, taking his eyes off of the screen and running his hand through his hair. You assumed this was his way of getting out of having to spend any extra time with you, which you were happy to play along with. It could always be awkward after hooking up with someone; you never really could tell how somebody would react. And since you weren’t exactly the warm and cuddly type, you had found yourself in a couple of previous predicaments where you have had to literally sneak out of the room, needing to escape from your lovers’ soft eyes and warm arms. You found that you were okay with sexual experiences, but once it turned emotional or loving in any way, you couldn’t leave fast enough. And Jim seemed to be right on par with you as he created this “fake scenario”, you thought to yourself.

“Okay – Well, bye!” you gave him one last smile before opening the door fully. The last thing you saw before walking out into the hallway was Jim’s face contorted in confusion and, was that – sadness?

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Friends Don’t Kiss IV - Jim Mason x Male!Reader

A/N: Hey y’all! I just wanted to start by thanking everyone who has kept up with this story. It really means a lot to me on a personal level and I know it’s not my run of mill fluff or smut I write for my self insert fics so to see people still ask me about this story or wanting updates just means a lot to me. I really enjoyed writing this part (when the words started flowing smh) so I hope you enjoy reading it.

I love you all so much!

Summary: Jim and Y/N try to navigate their relationship in the real world

Warnings: angst, verbal abuse, physical assault, homophobia, abusive parent, smut (oral - male receiving // male giving)

Word Count: 3.3 k

“So we’re back to square one then,” Jim huffed, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he looked down at Y/N who was sitting on his bed.

“No, no, no.” he shook his head, afraid Jim wasn’t understanding what he was saying. “I want to be with you.” he reached for Jim’s hand, but the gesture was ignored. Jim’s eyes were hard as searched for the answers he wanted in Y/N’s face.

“Jim.” he spoke his name lowly, “Baby,” he wasn’t exactly sure how it became so natural to call Jim that. It slipped from his lips like silk.

Jim’s stance relaxed slightly. So much had happened last night; Y/N’s taste still fresh on his lips - the words he spoke ranging in his ears. He didn’t even expect to wake up and still find Y/N here.

When he opened his eyes and saw his best friend laying there in his bed, breathing softly in his slumber - Jim started to cry. Gentle sobs rushed through him. He was so close to losing it all, but he stayed.

“Then what are you saying?” Jim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He was always quick to jump the gun.

“I’m saying that I want to be with you, Jim.” he reached for the boys hand, pulling him a little closer. Any space between them felt like too much. “I just need you to know that..” Jim noticed the tears gathering in Y/N’s eyes. Jim sat down on the bed, his anxiety pounding in his chest.

Y/N swallowed hard, attempting to get the words out correctly. “Listen. I thought I almost lost you and I don’t want to go through that again. Okay, got it?” he laid down the foundation for what he was about to say.

“My dad just can’t find out about it. About us.” Jim could hear the sheer fear in Y/N’s voice. The trembling in his tone at the mention of his father. “There’s a lot you don’t know. Or even want to know, but for now, I need it to be between us. Just a little longer. Please,” the final plead sounded like that of a broken boy.

Jim doesn’t know how to answer; too afraid of saying the wrong thing. He grabbed Y/N’s face and smashed his lips to his, nodding fervently into the kiss, “M’kay. It’s okay,” he mumbled over and over in between kisses.

***

For the most part, things between them were good.

Jim opened up about him and Y/N to Medina. It had only been a few days after he’d been released from the hospital (and explored things further with Y/N), when he knew he couldn’t contain it to himself anymore.

And if there were one person in the world that he trusted, it was his twin.

Jim stood at the door of her room, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t know if he could step in or not - he was suddenly too aware of his body. His cheeks felt hot and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

What was he so afraid of, he wondered. Medina was the safest person he knew. Part of him knew it wasn’t a fear of telling Medina. It was the uncertainty of having to say it out loud and making it real.

Saying it out loud made it tangible. Having someone else know about him and Y/N made the possibility for heart break all that more possible.

“What is it, Jim?” Medina asked, closing her laptop to look up at her brother. She had noticed that Jim had been quieter since the hospital. No unexpected benders or sudden outbursts, like he’d have in the past.

Jim took that as the invitation he needed and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

He walked to her wave covered wall - tracing his finger over every sheet of glossy magazine paper she’d stuck on her wall. “Where’s this place?” he asked her pointing to a sandy white beach with crystal clear open waters. He was going to try and drag out the conversation while he could.

“Oaxaca, Mexico.” she had memorized every destination that she intended on traveling to.

“Nice,” he nodded, looking at anything but her.

“Jim?” Medina felt the anxiety in the air, “A-are you high? Because if you are we don’t have to tell mom, but we can get -” she began to ramble on.

“No!” he exclaimed, “No,” he lowered his voice to not draw any unwanted attention from his mother, “I’m not high.”

“What’s wrong then?” Ah, there it is, Jim thought. Medina was never the one to beat around the bush. She faced things head first. Jim preferred to avoid things that made him uncomfortable; probably the reason he had gotten so caught up with substances, but that was another story.

“So,” he nervously coughed into his fist, “Uh, Y/N and I.. we,” he picked up a book from her shelf, carelessly thumbing through the pages; anything for him to fidget with. “We’re kinda, like, together I guess.” his blue eyes glued to the book.

Medina wasn’t sure what she expected to come out of Jim that evening, but it wasn’t that.

There was a palpable pause in the air as she registered what he said.

Jim could feel his palms begin to sweat. Maybe this was a mistake, he began to have his mind race.

“Y/N like your Y/N, Y/N?” she finally broke the silence.

“Yes, like my Y/N.” Jim looked up at her trying to read her expressions.

“What? Since when? And why haven’t you told me!?” Jim noticed the glimmer of excitement in her sisters eyes and allowed himself to relax his shoulders. He finally felt like he could breath. If even just for a little.

“It’s complicated.” he grimaced at the phrase. “You can’t tell anyone, though. Promise?” his eyes bore into hers, trying to get her to understand the gravity of keeping this secret to herself.

“I won’t say a word.” she emphasized, “But you. You’ve got a lot to tell me, it sounds like,” she took his hand and pulled him down on the bed.

Jim plopped down besides her and began telling his sister everything.

***

Of course, every rose has its thorns.

Y/N had been avoiding his father as much as he could. His father wasn’t a warm man by any means, which only made things easier to hide from him.

For the most part.

Y/N laid on his bed staring up at the popcorn ceiling. A haze of thick smoke left his parted lips as he exhaled.

Quiet. He held in a breath as he silently pleaded for stillness.

Reluctantly, he put out his joint and spritzed himself with body spray before heading downstairs.

“You’re home.” he acknowledged.

“What’s it to you?” his father kicked off his shoes.

Jim’s car slowed into Y/N’s driveway. He noticed Y/N’s fathers car parked outside. His stomach dropped.

Out of the corner of his eye, Y/N noticed the Jeep approaching his house. Fuck, he thought.

His father noticed Jim parked outside. “Who the hell is that?”

“Just a friend.” Y/N answered quickly. “Jim. You know Jim.” he amended.

Friend.

Saying the word stabbed through his chest. He hated it. Hated the way it reminded him of how he’d hurt Jim. Hated the way it minimized his feelings for Jim. Hating how much is felt like a lie.

The older man didn’t say anything further; just turned his attention away.

The minute is took Jim to walk from his car to the door felt like an eternity to Y/N. He watched with anxious eyes before Jim knocked on the door.

“Sup, man?” Jim gave Y/N his usual handshake when the door was open. “Sorry I’m early.” he glanced at Y/N’s father who didn’t bother to acknowledge him.

Y/N did his best to maintain his cool. He nodded, “It’s all good.” he let Jim inside. “We gotta work on a school thing.” Y/N told his dad.

“Mhm,” was all he replied.

Both Jim and Y/N scurried upstairs before more could be said.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t kno-” Jim rushed out as quietly as he could, his eyes in a panic.

“Shh,” Y/N placed his finger on Jim’s lips. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t know he’d be home so early.”

Jim attempted to relax. But the feelings of secrecy made his stomach churn.

Y/N ran his thumb over Jim’s bottoms lip. “I’m sorry, baby. Really fucking sorry.” he cupped his jawline, “I’ll make it up to you.”

With Y/N’s father being home, their plans were quick to change from exploring each other further to playing video games on Y/N’s floor (stealing kisses when they could.)

Of course they were behind closed doors and Y/N’s father didn’t seem to care enough to hover over them, but that wasn’t how Y/N envisioned their first time. They didn’t want the dark cloud lingering downstairs to taint their evening.

***

“Medina?” Y/N spoke into the phone, unsure how to proceed the conversation.

“That’s me.” she smirked into the phone, “What’s up?” she held her phone between her shoulder and chin as she painted her nails a vibrant blue.

“I don’t know how to say this. So I guess I’ll just say it.” he bit the corner of his nail out of nervousness, “I know you know. About.. you know..” the sentence hung in the air.

“Do I know?” she laughed easily. “Relax Y/N. What is it? The anticipation is killing me.”

“I’m planning a surprise. For Jim. W-would you help me with it?”

She stopped the movements of her brush, her interest now intensified. “Just name it, lover boy.” she spoke quietly now.

“Well...” Y/N smiled, relieved to have someone on their team.

***

The shrill sound of Jim’s phone woke him up. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, reading Medina’s name flash on the screen.

I swear to God... he thought annoyance towards his little sister

“What the fuck do you want?” he grumbled into the phone, the brightness of the screen hurting his eyes.

“Good morning to you too, Jim.” she huffed back.

“I’m hanging up.” he reached his thumb towards the red button.

“No! No! Wait.” she pleaded, “Get dressed. Waves are about to get killer in like half an hour.”

“Medina.” he groaned. “I’m fucking tired.”

“Please Jim. I’m by myself and I don’t want to be alone if the beach boys show up.”

Jim sat up in his bed, turning his lamp on. “Are you already on the beach?”

“Yup.”

He sighed, tugging on his sweatpants. “Give me 20 minutes.”

Jim got in his wetsuit and got ready to meet his sister. He trotted on the sandy beach near their home. The sun was slowly turning the dark sky shades of lavender above the cold dark waters. His eyes searched the gray sands for his sister, but Medina was no where to be seen.

In the distance, he saw a figure sitting on the sand in front of what appeared to be a small fire. The figure in the distance waved him over. It wasn’t Medina, he knew that much.

Him and his surfboard walked the lonely beach towards the silhouette that slowly turned into the familiar shape of Y/N.

“Hi.” Y/N bit his lower lip. “I didn’t think you’d be that grouchy in the mornings,” he teased, taking Jim’s hands and pulling him close.

“What is this?” Jim looked at the scene at his feet; a yellow blanket was laid out and completely covered in fruits and pastries, two cups of coffee, and Y/N’s guitar.

“Is it too cliche?” Y/N laughed easily, “Medina helped me.” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Y/N.” Jim reached down for a rip red strawberry, “A true romantic, huh?”

“Just a little.” Y/N blushed.

They enjoyed their quiet morning, listening to the waves crash against the shore. They laid by each other on the beach, softly talking as the sun rose. Surfboards forgotten as shared each others presence.

“Kiss me.” Jim said lowly after a pause in conversation. “Before the sun comes up. Kiss me out here.” his face felt hot asking to be kissed like that.

Licking his lips and gazing into Jim’s eyes, Y/N leaned forward. His soft lips brushed over Jim’s. A barely there touch. A lingering sensation of want. He sighed into Jim’s mouth and crashed his lips forward.

Jim’s tongue parted Y/N’s lips, tasting his tongue against his own. They closed their eyes and allowed their lips to act on their own. Not thinking. For the first time in a long time, neither of them bothered with thoughts. They allowed themselves to simply feel.

They felt the brushing of lips on theirs and the sand slip through their fingers as the inched closer and closer to one another. They felt the heat of the sun mirror the heat they felt in their lower stomachs as their need increased.

“Y/N,” Jim mumbled into his mouth before pulling away.

Y/N gave Jim a lazy, lopsided smile, “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Nope. No need for that.” Y/N stopped him there, gently ruffling Jim’s bedhead. “I wanted to do this for you. For us.”

“I really like you.” Jim looked up at the developing clouds in the sky.

“I really like you.” Y/N mirrored Jim.

***

Later that day, they packed up their picnic and headed back to Y/N’s house. His father had left the house again for work. He knew today would be the day.

Jim leaned back on Y/N’s bed. “Time for another video game?” Jim teased as he watched Y/N pull his shirt over his head. Jim’s eyes lingered on his body, trailing up his chest and to his eyes.

“Not quite.” Y/N chuckled climbing on to the bed. Each of his legs were placed on either side of Jim, trapping him underneath him. He had a carefree smile on his face as he leaned in to bite Jim’s lower lip.

“Ow,” Jim laughed as the boys teeth sunk into his plump lip.

“Jim. I’m trying to be sexy - stop.” Y/N shook his head before kissing Jim softly. “Sit up for me.” He allowed Jim enough space to sit up and proceeded to pull Jim’s shirt over his head.

He tossed Jim’s shirt aside and slowly started kissing his way down his torso. His eyes never left Jim’s. Jim watched as the Y/N’s lips traveled down his chest, the wet sensation of his lips sending a shiver down his spine.

Y/N licked a stripe down Jim’s little trail of hair leading into his pants. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he was doing. He was only doing what felt right; what felt natural to him.

“Is this okay?” he started to tug down on Jim’s gray sweatpants. The outline of his hardening cock was hard to ignore as it pressed against the fabric.

He nodded, helping him rid him of his pants.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” Y/N confided as he watched Jim’s cock spring out. He felt his face burning red, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jim’s length. His veiny cock was strong and delicate at once.

“Does anyone?” Jim tried to ease him. “If you don’t want-”

“No! I want to. I really want to,” he admitted, “More than you know, baby. Just.. tell me if I’m.. bad at it.”

Again Jim nodded. Part of him wanted to continue speaking but his cock was so hard. So achingly hard that it was getting harder for him to concentrate.

Y/N opened his wet mouth and eased Jim’s cock inside. Immediately, Jim melted into the feeling, a throaty, “Fuck.” leaving his lips.

He felt Y/N’s tongue flatten against the bottom of his head before curling around and beginning to suck gently.

Y/N traveled his mouth further and further down Jim’s shaft. The weight of his member applying pressure to his tongue as he hallowed his cheeks repeatedly.

Both boys were relishing in their sensations. Lost in each other.

So much so, that they failed to hear a heavy hand slamming down keys on the table and a heavier set of footsteps coming down the hall.

The room was heavy and filled with wet sucking noises and deep moaning from both.

“Feel so good, Y/N. D-don’t stop, please.” Jim begged breathlessly, closing his eyes.

Y/N’s father had gotten home to see Jim’s car in the drive way. Arriving he didn’t expect to hear the obscene sounds coming from his sons room.

When he caught sight of Jim and Y/N through his sons the door that was kept ajar, he was a bull seeing red.

A painful grip tugged at Y/N’s hair pulling him off Jim.

But that wasn’t enough.

He took Y/N by the shoulders and flung him off the bed. The man didn’t know who to lunge at first.

Jim quickly tugged on his pants attempting to get off the bed to help Y/N.

“Y/N!” Jim called out as he saw his body slam against the bookshelf.

“What the fuck is this?” the booming voice shook the walls. “Answer me, you fucking-” his father was at loss for further words. Instead his fist fell hard against his jaw.

Silent.

The silence was ringing loudly in Y/N’s ears. He was suddenly back in the 6th grade and his father was yelling at him once again for something he couldn’t change. For who he was.

Silent tears dripping down his face as he failed to register the pounding fist that would crash down on him for the second time.

“Get the fuck out of my house. Get the fuck out of my house!” his father repeated to the scared little boy in the body of a young man. “You know I didn’t raise a fucking cock sucker.” he spoke through gritted teeth.

Jim saw the man grab Y/N roughly by his arm and snapped out of his shock. He pulled the Y/D/N off of Y/N and pushed him into a wall. The frames on the wall shook at the contact.

With one clear swing, Jim socked the man on his lip - blood pooled immediately.

His father wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Jim backed away. He pulled Y/N up and wrapped an arm around his waist as he guided him towards the door. He wanted to say things would be okay, but the words were trapped in his throat.

Jim continued to lead a shocked Y/N out the door, making sure to grab his keys on the way out.

Once they were in the safety of his Jeep, Jim looked at Y/N not knowing what to say. Y/N’s lip quivered rapidly, but a sob never broke.

“Are you hurt? Should we go to the hosp-” Jim was stopped his sentence by the shaking of Y/N’s head.

“It’s not supposed to be like this.” his voice finally cracked. “It’s not.”

Jim’s heart tore as he heard his lover sniffle back his tears.

“Y/N..” he reached out for his hand, but Y/N flinched back.

Jim stared out the window in silence as Y/N broke. His sobs filling the hallow vehicle.

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IT’S HERE! Again, thank you so much for reading. I’ve been finishing this up for the past few hours and it’s 2 am so if there are any mistakes LMK and don’t judge me too terribly.

Part 1, 2, 3 linked here if you need to catch up.

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