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Better Boyfriend than Him (18+) pt. 5

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Read the 4 previous parts here

Warnings: SMUT (18+) frat boy Jessie vibes, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), masturbation, sexting but not really

WC: 5.6k (she’s a little long)

A/N: I got a little carried away and this one ended up a little long.

Jessie 🦖: feel free to dream about me tonight when you go to sleep

Jessie 🦖: or when you’re touching yourself, I don’t mind ;)

Those texts started back at you as you looked at your phone. You couldn’t help but follow both of her texts, about thinking about her while you touched yourself and while you dreamed. You got home and almost immediately moved into your bedroom.

For a second, you debate taking a photo to send to Jessie, show her what she was missing by claiming she doesn’t fuck on the first date. You weren’t sure if that was too forward now that the mood seemed to shift from just sex to something more between the two of you. You decide to meet your idea halfway. You take your phone, open the camera and slide your right hand under your panties, just cupping your hand around yourself, not trying to get yourself off yet.

You snap a photo, before pulling back your phone to admire it. It just showed your bare stomach, starting at just above your belly button showing your hand creeping into your underwear, your legs spread. It’s telling enough without showing her anything too explicit. Without thinking too much about it you put it in a message to Jessie and hit send.

You: glad you don’t mind ;)

Jessie 🦖: holy shit

Jessie 🦖: I should’ve gone against my rule of not fucking on the first date

Jessie 🦖: maybe I can change my dating rules and fuck on the second date

Jessie 🦖: I don’t even date I don’t know why I have “rules”

The last text makes you laugh to yourself. Satisfied with her reaction, you get back to what you were doing. You hook your thumbs into your panties and slide them off your legs. Your hand returns between your legs, you slowly slide a finger between your folds, feeling how wet you had become at the thought of Jessie. She didn’t take much to get you worked up.

A couple minutes and a lot of thoughts about Jessie later, your orgasm takes over, lasting a few seconds, a whisper of Jessie’s name coming from your mouth. Sure, an orgasm was an orgasm but doing it yourself wasn't nearly as satisfying as letting Jessie do it.

Having followed one of her two instructions to think about her, you figured you may as well follow her second text and fall asleep thinking of her. Getting up you move to the bathroom, washing your hands before getting ready for bed.

Before you climb into bed you send her a quick goodnight text, you don’t get an immediate response and assume she has already fallen asleep. When you lay your head down on the pillow, thoughts of Jessie fill your mind. You wished she was next to you, her arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. Instead of listening to your fan, you wish it was the sound of her breathing putting you to sleep.

The next morning you’re woken up by a call from Jessie.

“Hi.” You’re half asleep when you answer the phone, voice still full of sleep. You clear your throat after hearing how your voice sounded.

“Hey, want coffee?” She sounded far too awake on a weekend, as if she had been up for hours already. It was Saturday so you both didn’t have any commitments to attend to. You glanced at the time, seeing it was still early part of you wanted to go back to sleep, fall back into your warm bed and into your dreams of Jessie. But seeing the girl in person would be even better, even if it meant dragging yourself out from the warmth of bed.

“You already know the answer to that.” You never turned down coffee.

“Okay. Can I pick you up in 20?”

“Is this your way of asking me on a date Fleming?”

“Maybe? Is that okay?” Her voice changes as she asks for confirmation.

“Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll see you in a bit.” Before you let her respond to you, you hang up and the line goes dead and you scramble out of bed throwing on a pair of jeans and pulling out a sweatshirt. It was cold out and you wanted to just throw on sweatpants and you would have on a regular trip to coffee with Jessie. Except now this was a date, you had to look nice.

You get distracted by brushing your teeth and hair, tidying up your room a bit. You end up forgetting to finish getting dressed. You had half a mind to make your bed, knowing there was a chance you’d be bringing back a guest later.

You hear, said expected guest, come through the door as you were still getting ready. Cursing yourself for not being ready you continue to rush around cleaning while yelling a greeting to her.

“Hi Jess!”

“Hi, can I come in?” You can hear her voice coming through your bedroom door. You open the door instead of answering. You’re only half dressed but you don’t care. Her eyes draw to your chest for a second where you had on a simple bra, nothing compared to the one you had worn the other day to tease her, she then looks up to your eyes. She realizes she was caught looking and just gives you a smile and greeting.

“Hi.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, “Are you saying hi to me or to my boobs?”

“Who says it can’t be both?” She argues your point. She’s wearing a red flannel over a plain sweatshirt and jeans. You half wish she had shown up in sweats and given you an excuse to also put them on but you also were pleased to see she was treating this as a date.

You grab your shirt and finish pulling it over your head and down your torso. “Considering someone doesn’t fuck on the first date, I don’t think you have the right to say hi to them.” You finish by throwing on your sweatshirt and walk past her out of your room and into the living room.

The two of you decide against walking to the coffee shop, usually you would if it wasn't too far but with the temperature and wind, you decided to hop in Jessie’s car and drive. A few minutes into the drive, Jessie’s hand comes across the center console, finding its place on your thigh. That’s new, you think to yourself but you don’t comment fearing you’ll scare her into moving her hand.

You walk into the coffee shop, it’s quiet, the majority of college students not yet awake at this hour on a Saturday. You both ordered your usual coffees, Jessie adding an extra shot of espresso to hers before offering to pay. It wasn’t uncommon for her to buy your coffee or for you to buy hers, you both traded off paying, it was easier than ordering separately. Knowing this was a date made watching her offer to pay feel different.

Watching Jessie as she sat across from you you could tell something was up with her. She wasn’t one to add extra caffeine into her coffee besides the standard, claiming anymore made her feel like she was vibrating. She usually wasn’t one to be up before 10 on the weekends. It was noticeable she was zoning out as well, staring off behind your head for periods of time before snapping back to focus on the two of you. She leaned back in her chair covering her mouth as she let out a big yawn.

“What's up with you today? Late night fucking your other girlfriend yesterday?” The sentence comes out more serious than you intended, your attempt at sarcasm completely missing.

“My other girlfriend? Are you claiming to be my first girlfriend?” She’s got one eyebrow raised at your sentence.

“Um. I didn't mean it like that,” You definitely didn't mean to call yourself her girlfriend, sure it had crossed your mind but now was not the time for that conversation. “I just meant that we’re dating.” That didn't help the point you were trying to make, you realize how much of a fool you were making of yourself. “Not that we're dating, like officially dating, but we’ve done on dates, well one date, besides today, this is two. I just meant, it was a joke.”

“Okayyy.” Jessie looks as if she's about to laugh. “Are you good?”

“Perfect, just we’re not girlfriends, I didn't mean for it to come off that way, I know we aren't anything officially.” If this was happening with anyone besides Jessie you would have ran out of the coffee shop by now and never shown your face again.

“We could be?” The words come out of Jessie’s mouth as both a question and a statement. For a second you think you must have heard her wrong. There’s no way miss ‘i dont date’ was already willing to commit to the girlfriend label after one official date.

“What?”

“Yeah that's actually what kept me up last night. It was you, not my other girlfriend.” she kicks you softly under the table. “I was just thinking. Thinking about you, well us.” She pauses, taking a sip of coffee, you can tell she has more to say. Staying silent you just watch her, giving her the space to talk.

“I’m going to need help though, I still really don't know what I’m doing as far as dating. I can't promise that I’ll be perfect, but I couldn't stop thinking about you last night and I haven't had that happen in years. And I’m still scared, not of you, just of how badly she messed me up, and I know you're not her, but I think I’m ready to try again.”

You knew what Jessie meant, bringing up her ex girlfriend and how she had messed her up. For the first few months of your friendship you never heard much about the girl, Lauren. Jessie would occasionally reference her ex, but never giving much detail. She finally spilled all of the details to you on the couch after a long night of drinking. Jessie told you all about the girl, how she was her first everything. First proper date, first kiss, first relationship, first sexual experience, first person she brought home to meet her parents, first and only person she had said I love you to, first person she pictured a future with, and ultimately her first heartbreak.

Lauren was older by a year and when she went off to college, they agreed to do long distance. It lasted for a couple months, going well, facetime calls and texts keeping the couple in touch and happily in a relationship. Or at least that's what Jessie thought until she took a surprise visit to see her then girlfriend. Jessie told you how Lauren had not seemed super excited to see her but she was still young and naive and thought nothing of it. She noticed Lauren’s behavior was different but figured that's just what happens when you go to college and get a taste of adulthood. Jessie only learned the truth when the two found themselves in bed later that day and Jessie removed Lauren’s shirt to find her then girlfriend covered in hickeys. It quickly came to light that Lauren had been cheating on Jessie since quite literally the first day she arrived at school. Their relationship ended following a screaming match between the two, breaking Jessie’s heart and wrecking her ability to trust people and future partners.

When she went to college a year later, Jessie wanted nothing to do with relationships, only wanting to have the same “fun” her ex had behind her back for months. She started sleeping around, enjoying her no strings attached lifestyle for the first few years, until now.

“I don’t expect you to be perfect.” Reaching across the table you put her hand on hers. You didn't want her to think you had insanely high expectations for this relationship. “I expect you to be how you already are, that's why I like you in the first place, because of how you are already, you don't need to change anything just because we change this from friendship to relationship. Except maybe more kissing than when we were just friends.”

“Okay.”

“So are you and I-”

“Does that me we-”

You both start your sentences only to fall silent once the other starts talking. You just sit and look at each other, waiting for the other to speak.

“Go ahead.” Jessie gestures toward you.

“So are you and I, like, dating then? Are we girlfriends?” This felt like the least romantic way you could be asking her to be your girlfriend but you weren’t sure Jessie would be interested in some form of big gesture to ask her.

“That’s what I was going to ask.” Part of you is relieved hearing she was on the same page. She didn’t date, you didn’t want to make her feel pressured.

“Is two dates too soon? I mean for someone who doesn’t date, that seems fast.”

“I don’t know, is it too fast?” Jessie gives you a shrug when she asks.

“I don’t know. It’s confusing. Because I already know you so well, so it feels different.” It was true you didn’t have to do all the pleasantries like you normally would on the first few dates. You didn’t have to ask if she had siblings, where she grew up, what major she was, what her favorite food was. All those details were already ingrained in your brain and that was nice but it was throwing off the usual dating timeline.

“I mean you said we could just do this how we want to, trial and error and all.”

“I’m gonna let you take the lead, if you want to make this formal, say we’re dating, that we’re a couple, I’m comfortable with that. But I’m also comfortable if you’re not ready for that, that’s okay, we can just keep doing what we’re doing.”

Jessie takes a second to ponder your options. Her hands spin her empty coffee cup around, she’s looking down at it. It’s as if she zones out for a minute, her eyes not blinking as she stares down. After what feels like an hour to you, she gives her head a shake and blinks a couple of times before looking up at you from across the table.

“I’m ready to make it formal.” She gives a soft nod with her response.

“Okay.”

You both sit, grinning at each other from across the table. You’re filled with a warm, glowing feeling looking at her. Someone who was just your best friend a few weeks ago had suddenly become so much more than that, it was perfect.

You finish up for coffee, putting out your hand to take Jessie’s empty from her. You throw out your empty cups and return to the table.

“Do you want to come over for the rest of the day?” It’s silly to ask, Jessie probably already assumed she’d be coming over like she usually did but you felt the need to ask her anyway.

With a nod and a quiet “yes” Jessie stands up, grabbing her keys from the table and follows you out of the coffee shop and to her car. Almost immediately after sitting down in the car, Jessie’s hand is back on your thigh, this time it sits more on the inside and higher up. Her hand on the ride to coffee had sat in a more appropriate location, more of a reassuring touch. Now her hand gripped your thigh in a more possessive, bordering sexual manner. You could feel her fingers flex and tighten on you as she drove.

When you got home you told Jessie you were going to change, not wanting to be in jeans all day. You throw on some soft shorts, made out of an old pair of sweatpants that you had cut. They weren’t the most flattering for your figure but they were comfortable. When you emerge from your bedroom Jessie is on the couch. She looks up at you, giving you a glance head to toe and a quick smile. You move over to the couch, picking up a book on the way over.

You sat in a comfortable silence with Jessie on the couch, your calves and feet placed comfortably in her lap. She sat on her phone, probably playing some mind numbing game, while you read. It wasn’t anything special but having the peaceful morning with her was the best start to a weekend you had had in a while.

With a sigh Jessie put down her phone, her hands coming to rest on your shins instead. Peering over the book you look at her, confused if the sigh she gave was one of content or unrest. She looked relaxed, looking forward out the window, a small smile on her face, so you went back to reading. You were only able to focus for a couple more paragraphs before you felt her hands start to move.

Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of how easily she could affect you, you kept your eyes down at the text in front of you. You weren’t able to actually focus on the words but you could pretend for a bit. Jessie’s hands crept up, making it past your knees and onto your thighs. She was having to lean over slightly in your direction to keep moving her hand upward.

She shifts again, taking away one hand and leaving the one closest to you, her movement allowing her to have even further reach, dipping between your shorts and your skin.

“Jessie,” you say as her hand creeps up your thigh even higher, her fingers finding where the edge of your underwear sat in the crease of your thigh and hip.

“What?” She gives you a smile playing dumb.

“You know what, don’t play dumb with me, I know you’re trying to tease me, so just do it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As she says it she lets her hand slide into the inner most part of your thigh, her pinky moves out to slide across your core with feather light pressure you barely even notice her movement.

“Your girlfriend is asking you to fuck her, are you going to do something or not?”

Uncharacteristically, Jessie’s face turns bright red at your comment. Her hand freezes against you.

“Um, yeah, right.” You notice an uncertainty in her voice, her eyes no longer meet yours, she looks off behind your head to the wall.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just, girlfriend, isn't something I’m used to hearing.”

“If you’re having second thoughts about this, we really can wait on labeling it Jessie. I don't mind waiting. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s just new for us. Not bad, just different. I haven’t heard that word used since… Lauren.” Jessie lets her name fall from her lips as if it’s poisoned, she says it quickly and quietly.

You cringe slightly at the mention of her ex, not really an ideal thing to be brought up when she’s got her hand touching your pussy through your panties.

Jessie must have noticed your reaction to the mention of Lauren. “Sorry I don’t mean to keep bringing her up, it’s just the only comparison I have.”

“No I know, it’s okay, I understand, just I don’t want to necessarily hear about another girl you’ve fucked while your hand is between my legs.”

“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you?” As she says the words she moves her head, letting her lips meet your neck, placing open mouth kisses down from just behind your ear to where your neck meets your shoulder. Your mouth falls open at the feeling of hers on your neck, a breathy sigh leaving your body.

Jessie stands up from the couch, pulling you to stand with her. She turns to face you and picks you up, her hands roughly gripping the back of your thighs as she moves the two of you to your bedroom. She places you softly on the bed, climbing to place herself above you.

She’s hovering close, holding herself up on her forearms so her face is just inches from yours. She hovers above you for just a second before sitting back and moving her hands to your shirt.

“Off?” You loved that even though it was very clear you wanted her, Jessie still took the time to check with you before she would undress you or do anything to your body.

You sit up, throwing your arms up above your head to let Jessie know you wanted your top off. You get your arms out of the shirt and while Jessie pulls it over your head, your own hand moves to your back finding your bra clasp and releasing it. You slide the straps down your arms. Jessie’s hand comes up, resting the valet of your breasts and she gives you a push, making you lay back down. She moves her hand to cup your chest, her thumb and index finger making their way to your nipple, giving it a soft touch before a firm pinch. Her other hand moves to support her body and she moves back to being face to face with you, she just looks at you, a cocky smile on her face.

“Kiss me!” Sick of her teasing you decide to just tell her what you want. She obliges, bringing her lips to yours in a searing kiss. It doesn’t take long for her tongue to brush against your lips. You feel her grind her hips against yours, causing a moan to find its way out between kisses.

Wanting to take a bit of control for once, you gently bite on Jessie’s bottom lip, pulling away from the kiss, her lip still between your teeth. You give it a firmer bite before releasing it, letting it pop back against her teeth. Her fingers pinch your nipple harder out of reaction to your bite.

You open your eyes to see her surprised reaction.

“That was hot.” Her eyes are wide as she stares down at you, her own teeth now biting her bottom lip.

“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” You try to give her your best innocent look, as if you didn’t know you were turning her on.

She switches her hands, giving your other nipple the same treatment. Feeling a loss from her hand, you bring your own hand up to your chest, mimicking her actions on the nipple she had abandoned.

“No.” Jessie is quick to grab your wrist, pinning it to the pillow above your head. “You don’t get to touch right now, let me please you.” She moves down so her lips brush your ear. “You can show me how you touch yourself another time.” That sends a wave of heat through your body, the thought of showing Jessie how you had touched yourself all the times you thought of her. You get lost in the thought of that fantasy for a minute before you’re brought back to reality with Jessie’s mouth closing around your right nipple, her hand still playing with your left. She stays focused on your chest, biting, squeezing, kissing, sucking until you’re practically thrusting up at her with your hips, desperate for contact. You knew when she took off your shorts there would be a noticeable wetness in your underwear, you could feel it dripping from where you needed Jessie the most.

“Someone’s getting impatient.” Jessie laughs to herself, you give her a scowl, but she gives in, her hands finding where your shorts sat on your hips and she hooks her fingers in the waistband, looking up at you for consent. You lift your hips, nonverbally telling her to take them off. Much to your disappointment she only starts to remove your shorts. She has them just at your knees when you figure you may as well ask.

“Take it all off please.”

“Wow, really impatient aren’t we?”

“Yes, I need you Jessie.”

You hear a soft mutter of “fuck” leave Jessie mouth, you’re not entirely sure she meant to say it, more that it was the reaction to you using her name. You’re not sure she’s going to give in, her hand stalling where they held your shorts. She starts moving again, finishing pulling off your shorts. Before you can protest that she left your panties, the thumbs are in the waistband of them, pulling them down quickly.

Once she finishes removing your underwear she sits back. Her hands find your inner thighs and she spreads your legs, leaving you fully exposed under her gaze. As if she hadn’t just exposed your dripping pussy, she looks away from where you desperately needed her. Jessie’s hands come up to hold you right above your waist. Her thumbs caress the skin where they sat, rubbing back and forth. Her gaze is all over your body, looking at every inch of your exposed skin.

“You look so pretty like this.” You feel a blush start at your cheeks and move down your chest as she studies your naked body. She’d seen you like this before, but it felt like the first time she was really looking at you, seeing you. There was a different admiration in her eyes, mixed with the lust you had come to know. “All mine.”

“Only yours.” You tell her when her eyes make their way up from your navel to your chest and to meet your own gaze.

Jessie pulls her hand from your waist, letting her fingers trail a path down to the apex of your legs. Despite your legs already being open, you spread them further, encouraging Jessie to touch you.

“Fuck, baby.” The noise comes out deep and raspy from her mouth as Jessie’s fingers finally feel between your legs where your arousal had pooled. Jessie then looks at you, her fingers stalling their movements, her voice returning to her regular voice, not the same husky voice form before. “Is baby okay? We didn’t really talk about that.”

“Yeah, I like it.” You did, you liked it when she called you her’s a second ago and you liked the pet names.

Jessie fingers get back to their movements. She moves two fingers down to your entrance, gathering some of your slick and pulling it upward before she starts circling your clit. Her touch has you throwing back your head against the pillow.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Jessie hums in your ear and her fingers continue to tease your clit, circling around it and down to your opening.

“All because of you babe.” You groan back in her ear. It was true, you were never this wet when you touched yourself, or when anyone else had ever touched you, you were only like this with her, because of her.

Each time she would move her fingers toward your entrance she’d dip into you, just barley letting her fingers inside before she’d pull back and move up to where you were most sensitive.

Getting impatient again, when her hand makes the move back down to your entrance you try grabbing her hand, trying to push her fingers further inside of you.

“What are you doing?” Jessie stalls her hand, she was stronger than you and as much as you were trying, you weren’t able to overpower her and her fingers remained just outside.

“You’re taking too long.”

“You could’ve just said something.” You rolled your eyes at her, you knew she was joking, you hadn’t explicitly said you wanted her fingers in you but you figured the displeased moans every time she pulled back and the bucking of your hips when she’d get close was enough to give the hint.

You go to make a smart comment back but as you open your mouth, two of Jessie’s fingers slide into you, she pushes in until her fingers are fully inside. Instead of a sentence, a loud moan comes out.

“Is that what you wanted?” Jessie moves so that she’s laying between your legs now, her cheek resting on the inside of your thigh, her eyes look between where her fingers were buried in your pussy and where your mouth was hung open, your eyes closed in pleasure.

“Mmhm.” The murmur is all you’re able to get out, overwhelmed from the sudden sensation of her fingers opening you.

Jessie begins to move her fingers the same methodical curling she had done to you before. Already worked up from the teasing you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were clenching on her fingers. You have your eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of her fingers, both trying not to cum too quickly but also wanting to let the feeling fully take over your body.

With your eyes closed you don’t see Jessie moving to place her mouth on your clit, you only feel it once her tongue is lapping against you. Instinctively your hand moves to her head, gripping her hair as you sit up slightly to look at her. Her eyes are closed, as if she’s fully concentrating on making you feel good. The sight of her so focused between your legs makes your stomach clench and you feel yourself tighten on her fingers.

“Jessie, please.”

She hums in response against your pussy, that’s all you need as you feel your legs tense and your grip in her hair tightening.

“Fuck babe.” You groan as you cum on her fingers and lips. Her fingers continue pumping inside of you, working you through your orgasm until your own fingers come to push on her wrist silently telling her you were done. She slowly pulls her fingers from you, you watch as a string on your arousal connects them to you for a second before it breaks. Looking at you then to her fingers Jessie spreads them slightly, you can see the wetness that connect her fingers. She makes sure you’re watching as she brings her fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly between her lips.

It’s an erotic sight, your newly named girlfriend, sucking off her own fingers that were covered in your orgasm. It stirred something deep inside of you. You wanted to fuck Jessie, you wanted to return the favor, you wanted to be sucking her arousal off your fingers, but you weren’t sure how.

You weren’t sure how to ask, and even if you found the courage to ask, you weren’t sure what to do. You had always thought about sleeping with a girl, girls were hot, you were attracted to women, you just had never gotten around to acting on it, the fear of being considered a “virgin” as far as sleeping with women had kept you from trying any casual hookups. But now you were dating Jessie, that was different than a casual hookup.

While you were too busy hyper fixated on your lack of sexual experience with women, Jessie had made her way up to lay next to you. She was watching your face and you were staring off to the wall.

She placed a kiss to your forehead. You could smell the strong smell of yourself still on her face. She pulled back looking down at you. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you thinking about?” Here it was the perfect time to bring it up, she was asking, there was no pressure, no expectations.

“Nothing.” That was the easy route, not telling her, letting your concerns and fears stay in the back of your mind. You could fake like you knew what you were doing.

“Seriously? You weren’t allowed to lie to me when we were just friends, we’re dating now so you’re really not allowed to lie to me.” She knew you too well, knew when you were lying, she knew when you were overthinking.

“Are you ever going to want me to touch you?” For the second time today your words come out not in the way you wanted. You meant to ask differently, in a way that was less accusatory, less hostile.

“Oh.” Jessie looks like she regrets pushing on the lie before. “I, yes, I just, I haven’t let anyone touch me besides…” you get the hint that she was referring to Lauren as she lets her sentence trail off.

“Oh.” You don’t mean for it to come off negatively, that was just your initial reaction.

“Yeah, and then after her I just, I didn’t want to trust anyone with my body like that again, I was, I’m worried about giving that vulnerability to someone just for them to ruin me again, to betray my trust.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” It’s all you can think to say. You now felt like a dick for wanting to see her naked. While you were too caught up in never having been on the giving side of sapphic sex, here was your girlfriend with more real, genuine concerns.

“It’s okay, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it, I just couldn’t bring myself to. It’s embarrassing.” Her eyes move from your face to the blanket covering the both of you.

You reach a hand out to her cheek. “It’s not embarrassing babe.” You place a kiss on her nose. “We can do this at whatever pace you want, you just tell me.”

“Okay.” Jessie gives you a halfhearted smile.

“I’m going to go shower, is that okay?” You start to move from the bed, still completely naked. You’re about to move into the bathroom when you hear Jessie speak up from behind you.

“Can I join you?”

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meownotgood · 2 years

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new message !! / CSM x reader

the texts they send you when you're away.

includes: aki, denji, & yoshida

genre: headcanons / fluff

note: this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you are a minor.

☆ AKI basically never uses his phone. He doesn't have any social media; you can coax him into installing some if you want, but he's not going to use them. If he wants to speak to you, he'll usually opt to call you rather than send a text because he prefers to hear your voice. But in situations where he can't, or when he just wants to let you know he's thinking of you, he'll send a message your way.

14:22 [ aki <3 ]: Hey.

14:25 [ aki <3 ]: I miss you.

14:29 [ aki <3 ]: Do you want to go out tonight? We can go anywhere you'd like. My treat.

Even though Aki pays little attention to his phone, if you ever text him, he's usually quick to reply. If you call him, the phone will never go more than three rings without an answer. For one, he's memorized your special ringtone (it's a song you texted to him the first time he gave you his number). And for second, you, Denji, and Power are the only ones who ever send him texts, so he knows if he gets a notification, it's probably important.

In the rare cases where he happens to miss your call though, the texts he sends immediately after are always extremely apologetic.

22:46 [ aki <3 ]: I'm sorry I missed your call.

22:48 [ aki <3 ]: Are you okay? Do you need anything?

22:51 [ aki <3 ]: Call me back when you get the chance.

Sometimes Aki sends you goofy pics of whatever mischief Denji and Power are getting up to, or pictures of Meowy when he's sleeping on Aki's lap. He also loves to send you pictures of the view from his balcony when he's having a smoke.

7:14 [ aki <3 ]: (1 image attachment)

7:17 [ aki <3 ]: The sunrise over the city is really beautiful today. I wish you were here to see it.

Aki rarely takes or sends pictures of himself. He'll take pictures with you if you ask, and if you beg to see him hard enough, maybe he'll send you a selfie. Maybe. Only after he re-takes it a thousand times to make sure it's perfect.

Aki's texts are always professional and proper, just like his demeanor. He always capitalizes his sentences, always uses correct grammar, and never uses any emojis or abbreviations. The one exception to this rule is if he's drunk. Aki tries to stay away from his phone when he's plastered, but if he manages to get his hands on it, you can expect to wake up to several incoherent drunk texts.

2:35 [ aki <3 ]: hi sweeetheartv

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: im drunk sorry

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: but I lpve u so much

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: myy anwgel

2:38 [ aki <3 ]: miss u terribly. come out 2 drink w us nextt time yeah??,

After texting you for a while, Aki developed a small habit of texting you good morning and good night. When you told him you liked it, he made certain to never forget to send you a good morning and good night text every single day. Your contact in his phone is the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees before he goes to bed.

23:41 [ aki <3 ]: Goodnight. Sleep well and have sweet dreams. Text me when you wake up tomorrow.

☆ DENJI asked you for your number as soon as Aki bought him a cell phone. He had absolutely no clue how to use it at first, but thankfully, you were there to teach him. And double thankfully, phones have built in autocorrect, so he doesn't have to worry about spelling everything wrong (most of the time).

Now he can talk to you whenever he wants! And boy, does Denji send you a lot of texts. If your phone is vibrating like crazy, you know it's probably Denji. He essentially uses your inbox as his way to tell you everything he's thinking at any given point.

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: Dude at work rn SOOOO BORED

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: I wanna hang out with u

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: This suckkkkzzzzzzzz

10:35 [ denji ^^ ]: What are u doin?

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey check out what Power just showed me lol 8====D~~~~~~

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: It's a dick

Once Denji figured out how to send pictures to you, he had his heart set on sending you pictures of literally everything. He sends you pics of all the stuff he comes across that he thinks you might find cool. He also sends lots of pictures of Power and Aki. Sometimes Meowy too, if he can get the cat to hold still.

They're all blurry and incomprehensible most of the time, but you suppose it's the thought that counts. Besides, you can still make them out... kinda.

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: Shit its blurry

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: Look dude I beat Powers ASS at mario kart

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: You should come over and play its really fun

18:22 [ denji ^^ ]: If u want to

Of course, Denji loves when you send pictures to him, too. It's crazy to him that he can see what you're doing and where you are through his little phone screen. He saves every picture you send (after he bothered Aki to show him how), but the pictures you send of your face are his favorite. Denji will never leave you on read, so if your message says opened for a while, trust that he's just admiring your picture.

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CYTE

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CUTE

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: I mean

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: Your cute

14:07 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey how do I make it my background???

Denji hasn't quite figured out how to use all the features on his phone. Honestly, you're not sure he even knows what Google is. You don't really want to tell him though. You won't admit it, but you secretly like when he comes to you with every single question he has.

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: Do u know what 12 x 7 is

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: I dunno

17:26 [ denji ^^ ]: Aki tell me to look it up but idk how

17:32 [ denji ^^ ]: Can u come over

☆ YOSHIDA is super popular and super cool, so it took you a while to work up the courage to ask for his number. Although he gave it to you gladly, you weren't sure if he would even bother to text you after the exchange. You know he's in a ton of group chats with his classmates, and he has a lot of followers on social media. He probably didn't care to text someone unimportant like you... right?

Well, you soon found out that you were very wrong. Yoshida was waiting for this for a long time, actually. And he has no problem ignoring all of his other messages and notifications just to text you back.

15:26 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey, you weren't in class today, what's up?

15:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i can come over and show you what we went over today if you want

15:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i'll bring iced coffee too :)

Yoshida uses the fact that you two are classmates as an excuse to text you more than necessary. He sends you pictures of the white board or last night's homework answers, even if you didn't ask for them. Somehow, he always ends up as your partner on group projects. He's just texting you a lot 'cause he wants to get to know his partner, that's all.

His favorite pass-time in class is texting you instead of paying attention. He knows he's going to ace this test anyways, and the current lecture is soooooo boring. The time will definitely go by quicker if he spends it messaging you and stealing glances at you when he can.

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: im totally gonna fall asleep

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i hate this professor

9:17 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey. look over here

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: did you see me wave? :)

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: your outfit today is cute btw

Yoshida is no stranger to sending you pictures of himself, too. He has a little bit of smugness about it. Yoshida knows that he's handsome and he knows that he's effortlessly photogenic, so whenever he sees a photo opportunity, he's going to take it.

18:04 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:06 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:07 [ yoshida ❀ ]: which one should i post? or which one do you like more?

18:10 [ yoshida ❀ ]: next time i see you, you should take a picture with me. i want to post a pic of the both of us. ^.^

Yoshida really enjoys texting with you, even if you end up texting back and forth late into the night, when he should be sleeping so he can get up early for school tomorrow. He's a night owl anyway, so honestly, he's fine with sacrificing on the sleep so he can talk to you. And if you call him? Even better. He could listen to your voice forever.

Speaking of, his favorite thing is sending you voice messages. It's a bit more convenient than texting, plus he knows you're a sucker for his smooth voice. He almost always sends you a voice message in the morning while he's walking to class.

7:25 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 voice note)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 link)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: here's the playlist i was talking about in that voice message

7:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: give it a listen when you can, i think you'll like it <3

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi x reader #denji x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa #denji #yoshida #yoshida hirofumi #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man headcanons

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medium-rare-bimbo · 10 months

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Stepbro!Eddie who’s started innocent!reader in a habit they can’t break.

At nighttime Eddie will always come to give you his goodnight kisses. At first it was to your head, then your cheek, then your lips. And then one night, Eddie turned his goodnight kisses to his princesses very favourite place.

Eddie is sweet with you though. And he’ll give you a goodnight kiss properly, and then kisses down your body, until he’s giving your clit their goodnight kiss too. Which usually makes you pout and grab his hair and ask him for ‘just one more kiss? Please Ed’s?’ And then more and more and more kisses, because the others weren’t enough. You don’t just want little pecks, you want proper kisses off of Eddie down there.

And now sometimes Eddie won’t come into your room for your goodnight ritual. In a pervy way he loves making you come and ask for it... You’ll have to go get him, and demand your goodnight routine, because you can’t fall asleep without it. And Eddie will, of course, apologise for forgetting/not coming to say goodnight

Nonnie !!! You're so smart I love your brain I just want to take it out and MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!!!! <3<3<3

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MINORS DNI

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Omg!! He so would!! Hed bully you for it too :((

"I already gave you so many kisses you dont need another"

"Noo eddie please just one more I promise I wont ask for anymore"

"but I gave you kisses everywhere baby if I kiss you anymore my lips are gonna fall off"

He makes you beg for them because he loves the pleading look on your face, he loves the way you need his kisses right after you cum not caring about the juices covering the lower part of his face only caring about his lips on yours.

Sometimes he even makes you cum until you pass out from exhaustion, in the morning he teases you about it!!

"I told you you didnt need anymore kisses you passed out on me last night"

"M'sorry didnt mean to"

" maybe I should limit your goodnight kisses?"

"No! Eddie dont!! please :(("

He would definitely miss out on your bed time routine just so you come crawling to him, hes wearing nothing but his pyjama pants shirt long forgotten on his floor, his hair messily thrown into a somewhat of a ponytail/bun with a joint hanging out his mouth

"Edddie.."

"Whaaaat?"

"You didnt come to kiss me good night.."

"Sorry baby but I'm just so tired (hes not) plus You dont need kisses you're a big girl, go to bed"

"Yes I do!! :(( I cant sleep otherwise and I wont have sweet dreams"

"Fine come over here"

He pats his bed motioning for you to sit but soon changing his mind and pulling you into his lap, he takes the joint from out of his mouth putting it in the ash tray on his bedside table. His arms lazily thrown around your body, he stares at you with his head tilted and an eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his face

"You need kisses that bad?"

"Yeah.."

"How about you kiss me goodnight"

"But what if you fall asleep during my kisses and then I cant have any kisses"

"Guess you'll just have to wake me up then"

You start by kissing his head then his cheek then his nose then his mouth, the same way he does, your kiss is soft you're not meant to take control and it shows, eddie however doesn't try to deepen the kiss instead he pulls away chuckling as your lips try to follow to his.

"How about you kiss me in the way i kiss you?"

"I just did"

"Not talking like that baby"

He grabs you hand and slowly guides it towards the crotch of his pants letting you feel the semi hard on he has right now.

"Want you to kiss me right here and then I'll give you all the kisses you want, 'kay baby?"

You nod shuffling down his bed to be eye level with his crotch, he reaches down and pulls out his cock, its intimidated. Long thick and pierced it looks like a monster and your slightly over whelmed. Eddie puts a hand in you hair holding your head in his palm as he begins to instruct you

"You think you can give me a kiss? Right here, want you to treat it the way I treat you okay?"

"Uh huh"

Using his hand as leverage he let's you take your time on his cock, small kitten licks are given from you, your doe eyes peering up at him to see if you're doing a good job. You suckle at the vein under his head noting the groans coming out of him

"That's it baby, you doing so well f'me, s'good at this"

He makes you swallow his cum and then kisses you not bothered about you cum stained mouth. He even lets you sleep in his bed (only so he can hump you during the night/morning)

#nymph talks #nymph loves her nonnies #eddie x reader #dark eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #tw: stepcest

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sourbinnie · 10 months

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☆ verde menta.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> smut + some fluff ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> hyunjin x afab!reader (no she/her pronouns mentioned though) ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> cozy mornings bring a different side of your boyfriend. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> explicit sexual content (minors dni!) + choking + praising + size kink + dirty talk + oral (female receving) + unprotected sex (do not do this) ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n: i am so bad at writing smut omg but i hope this one's okay lmao, thank you to whoever requested it<3 and if this makes you cringe, i'm sorry goodnight.

it was one of those days where you really wanted to stay in and enjoy your boyfriend's company. it was his day off so no worries about getting up later than expected but you knew you were in for a treat when he woke up and got closer to you, his raspy voice in your ear.

"fuck baby, had a really good dream about you." he whispered as he pressed kisses on your side. traveling with his lips from your cheek to your neck and leaving marks here and there. he pressed himself against you and you could feel it right then and there, making you moan just by his touch. "care to let me show you darling?"

you couldn't even say anything as he continued to squeeze your waist with his hands and the kisses would continue to travel down. all you could do was nod and let him do his own thing slowly (maybe too slow for your liking). you giggled when you felt him press a kiss to a sensitive spot in your neck and that made him smile as well. the way you were under him drove him insane but also filled his heart with tenderness.

"you look so small sweetheart." he cooed as his hands traveled to your neck, grabbing you with one and pressing slightly. it caused a choked out moan to come out of you but feeling him wrap his hand like that was so fucking hot, you weren't even bothered.

he met your eyes and realized he didn't kiss you yet. closing them as you did as well and met him on a really passionate kiss, it didn't matter how much you two had kissed before, nothing compared to when you were all alone and in your bedroom. there was something so surreal and so intimate about it that thrilled both of you and led you to want more most of the time (like right now).

your lack of breath made you separate but then you could feel his hands again on you, discarding your clothes. leaving you exposed to him in such a vulnerable way but you were used to it, hyunjin didn't even bother taking off his clothes most of the time yet loved seeing you naked under him. there was just something that turned him on about it and he couldn't help but admire every part of your body, every curve, every smile you gave him, everything.

"open up your mouth baby." he said and you obeyed as he slowly entered his fingers in your mouth. you slowly sucked on them, taking your time even if hyunjin was being a little impatient as he removed them immediately when they were wet enough. "you always want to tease baby, don't you want me to fuck you senseless?"

you nodded rapidly as you felt his hand go all the way to where your core laid. so much for not teasing as he let the fingertips brush against you to suddenly enter them and move them at a slow pace. your breathing got steadier but your moans got louder as he kept the slow pace to switch to a faster one, trying to get the first orgasm out of you. as if it wasn't enough he lowered himself to your leg level to taste you with his tongue as he didn't stop moving his fingers. it was the sudden movement and the heat of the movement that brought the first one out of you as he swallowed it all up like it was liquor.

"god baby you always taste so good." he mumbled and touched you softly, grabbing your thighs as he spread your legs apart and smiled at you. you were still in the highest high, the euphoria he made you feel was out of this world. the tight feeling your chest grew as he positioned himself in front of you and you giggled again when you felt his breath so close to your skin. "you're adorable, i'm so in love with you."

again without time to respond, he pushed himself in and gave you time to get used to stretch. painful but it felt so fucking good in every way, you could feel him all the way inside you as he did it one push but you waited and then tapped on his arm and nodded to let him know he could move. he might have been faster with his fingers but he wanted to take it slow, take his time, feeling every bit of you as he grabbed your hand. he might have been slow but he was being harsh with every thrust as he nailed them every time and angled them in a way that made you moan so loudly that the neighbors would probably hear.

"what is it baby? can't talk?" he said as he looked at you smiling and then as he picked a faster rhythm, your moans got higher pitched and your nails ended up on his back. "g-god i fucking love it when you do that."

"j-jinnie please let me cum again!" you begged as you felt how it was heating up again and how it got harder to hold it in.

"come on baby, do it for me." he whispered as he got closer to you and didn't stop his thrusts, they only got faster and messier as he came himself inside of you. you let yourself go as you came at the same time as he did but still could feel how much was inside of you, almost like you didn't want to let any of the drops go to waste.

he laid beside you as he separated himself and dropped his head on your shoulder as his heavy breathing became steadier. you smiled looking at him and placed a kiss on his lips which he responded to, placing his hand on your cheek as he made out with you again. you separated by biting his lip slowly and that only caused him to look at you with a sharp stare.

"you're gonna drive me crazy if you keep this up." he said and i just smiled as i met him for another kiss and placed myself on top of him, burying my hands on his hair.

we had all day anyways right?

#sourbinnie #skz imagines #skz smut #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz short imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #stray kids drabbles #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut

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roosterforme · 10 months

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The Curveball Part 2 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob got Molly's phone number, but he hesitated, and now it could cost him. When he finally manages to go on a date with her, he should have done a better job of preparing his heart. Because he's completely hooked on Molly, but he's not the only one.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, eventually 18+

Length: 5500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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When Bradley needed a few days off from tee ball to go to Lemoore, Bob was thankful that Molly's sister was able to step up as Team Mom and help him prepare for the game on Saturday morning.

It had been two days since he saw Molly. Two days since she kissed him goodnight in her car before he got into his truck and drove home with an erection. Two days since he managed to somehow not completely embarrass himself in front of his dream girl.

But now her phone number was burning a hole in his pocket. Bob wasn't smooth. He wasn't sure what he should do next. Maybe waiting to see if she showed up to another practice was his best bet? Or was he supposed to call her today? Was she at work at the hospital right now? Maybe he should text her first instead?

Flirting. Romance. Asking a girl out. He never did these things right. And Molly wasn't just someone random girl that he could try those things out on and not worry if he messed up. No, she was Molly. Bob would be lucky if he even got one chance with her.

"I'm here to help," his Team Mom told him as he set up home plate.

"You're a lifesaver," Bob replied, handing over his clipboard. "Can you read down the list and check everything off for me?"

"Sure," she replied, following him as he set up cones. When she got to the bottom of the list, she asked him, "Did you remember to text the parent who volunteered to bring the snack?"

Bob groaned as he set down the last base marker. "No. Bradley usually does that the night before, and I promised him I would remember to take care of it this week."

"That's okay," she told him quickly. "I have bags of goldfish crackers in my trunk as an emergency backup plan."

Bob felt so relieved as he said, "You're the best Team Mom in the history of Team Moms."

She giggled, and he smiled at her. She sounded like Molly when she laughed. But then she said, "So, I talked to Molly a little bit this morning."

"Really?" Bob asked, picking up the tote bag of balls and looking at her like he was hanging on her every word now.

"Mmhmm. She's kind of wondering why you haven't asked her out yet. She gave you her number. And it's been two days."

He was so flustered, he dropped the bag, sending balls rolling in every direction. He scrambled to pick them up, and she knelt to help him. "Does she really want to go on a date with me? Like just me and her?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, Bob. Probably more than one."

More than one. More than one date. Bob had only ever been on a handful of first dates and even fewer second dates. He wasn't the type who kept women coming back for more. He was too quiet and reserved. Too meticulous and not loose enough. He was probably honestly boring. But Molly wanted to go out with him, probably more than once.

"Bob," she said, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Her feelings are a little hurt that you didn't text her yesterday. If you like her, you need to make a move."

Bob had hurt Molly's feelings. He'd had his phone in his hands so many times last night, just looking at her contact name and number. But he never did anything about it. And now the game was about to start, and Bob's phone was buried in the bottom of his gear bag. He was tempted to dig it out now and text her, beg her to let him take her somewhere on a date.

Then the game started, and he went into coaching mode. But Molly was never far from his mind. When the game ended in a victory for the Tiny Eagles, Bob told her sister, "I'm going to text Molly right now. Does she have a favorite kind of food? And a favorite type of flower?"

She pressed her lips together, nodding and looking pleased. "Sushi. And those really ugly multicolored carnations."

"Thanks," Bob said, forcing himself to take his phone out right now. As he walked back to his truck with all of his gear, he typed out and deleted several messages. Nothing sounded right. He might need to call Nat for help. God, even fourteen year olds knew how to flirt over texts. What was wrong with him?

Bob tossed everything into the bed of his truck and took a deep breath. Then he quickly typed up a message and hit send before he could rethink it.

Hi, Molly. It's Bob Floyd. If you have an evening free this week and are interested, I would love to have dinner with you.

Then he stood there and nervously reread the message, already silently pleading for a fast response from Molly. Because maybe everyone else was actually wrong, and she was laughing right now at the idea of going out with him. At the thought of going out to dinner with a man who had to spend a full minute trying to come up with a response every time she spoke, because he got so flustered.

He tossed his phone into the cup holder and drove home. And not that he was counting, but it took Molly six hours and three minutes to respond to him. And when she did, his hands started sweating.

Molly: Coach Cute Glasses! Sorry for the late response, I'm working a double today. On my lunch break now. Dinner? This week? Are you sure you want to? You don't need to feel pressured to go out with me just because my sister is a bully.

Bob dropped his phone onto his kitchen counter. Molly thought he only texted her because her sister told him to. No, this was bad. But she wasn't completely wrong. He just didn't know he should have contacted her already.

Before he messed this up, he called Nat. She already knew about his crush on Molly. She kept calling him Cassanova at work. But Bob knew that Nat would help him without picking on him too much.

"Nat, I didn't know I was supposed to text Molly right away!"

"You didn't text her yet?" Natasha asked so loudly through the phone that Bob had to remove it from his ear.

"I sent her a message this morning. I asked her out to dinner."

Nat practically screamed. "Bob! You should have texted her like ten minutes after she left you at your truck on Thursday night."

"Nat, I don't know how to do this!" Panic rose inside him.

"Okay. It's okay. What did she say to you?"

Bob went into every single detail he could think of and sent Nat a screenshot of his text with Molly. And then Nat did scream at him.

"Text her back this instant! She's so unsure, Robert Charles Floyd! You need to reassure her that you've had a boner in her honor for weeks and would like nothing more than to wine and dine her!" Nat huffed as Bob juggled his phone and started to draft a text to Molly. "Between you and Rooster, my hands are full. And yet I'm the one who's not getting any pussy? Unbelievable."

Bob took a deep breath, verified his response with Nat and then ended the call. Then he hit send.

I've been thinking about you a lot. Pretty much nonstop. I want to go out with you if you're interested.

And then Bob stared at his phone for sixteen full minutes until Molly wrote back.

Molly: Thursday night? I could meet you at tee ball?

And just like that, Bob had a date. And now he needed to get a reservation at the best sushi restaurant in San Diego.

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Molly: Well what do you think of when you think of me?

Bob was on cloud nine. He and Molly had been texting constantly for days. Sometimes it was just a quick greeting. Sometimes it was flirty. And last night she sent him a selfie of her at work during her overnight shift. She was smiling in her maroon scrubs with her name embroidered on the top. She looked sweet and happy, and Bob had shamelessly masturbated to the photo.

When I think of you, I think of how bad your driving is.

Molly seemed to like it when he teased her. She told him over and over again how funny he was. Bob had never been this charming before.

Molly: You fly in a fighter jet, Lieutenant Floyd. Get over yourself! No wait, I'll bet you drive like a grandma. A grandma with a big, huge.... pickup truck.

Bob was laying in bed now, so excited for dinner tomorrow night.

You'll find out tomorrow when I drive us to dinner.

Molly: I can't wait.

After work on Thursday, Bob showered in the locker room, but instead of the baseball pants, he changed into jeans and a soft undershirt. He had a dress shirt hanging in his truck that he would put on for dinner. He just hoped he didn't get too sweaty at practice.

He took more time to fix his hair than he ever had before. It felt important that he looked good tonight. He had a vase full of the ugly flowers that Molly liked. Apparently you could only buy them at the gas station, and Bob laughed when they came to four dollars for a bouquet of a dozen. He bought three dozen flowers for Molly last night and put them all in an oversized vase. He carried them in to work this morning and left them in his locker all day so they wouldn't wilt. When he was ready to leave for tee ball, he grabbed the vase out of his locker along with his keys and wallet.

When Nat saw him in the hallway, she squealed. And then her eyes went wide. "Bob, no. Those flowers are hideous. You need to stop and get her something better!"

He laughed at the appalled look on her face. "She likes these ones. I verified it with her sister. Even sent a photo to confirm."

Nat studied him for a minute. "She likes ugly flowers and top tier sushi? And she's hot. And she thinks you're charming. She's quirky, Bob. Molly sounds like a treat. Like somehow... this makes sense to me." She patted him on the chest and then added, "Have fun! Don't forget some condoms!"

Bob gripped the vase in both hands before it could drop to the floor. Was he really supposed to do that? Stop and buy condoms? For a first date? Surely Nat was out of her mind. Bob laughed and headed outside to his truck. He buckled the vase in with the passenger side seatbelt.

"Condoms," he murmured, blushing. He was just hoping for some more kisses. He was going to let Molly take the lead on everything physical, and maybe after a few weeks and a few more dates, they'd start to need condoms. If he was lucky. If she wanted to keep seeing him.

When Bob got to the ballfield, he still felt calm, collected. But when his eyes caught on that blue car, his heart skipped around in his chest. Because there was Molly, and his brain was quickly flooded with all of the flirty text messages they had been sending back and forth since the weekend.

She had on a rather short dress, and Bob was filled with desire. It was almost like he forgot how beautiful she was since he'd been absorbed by talking with her over text. He had learned a lot about her as they chatted late into the evenings. Molly bowls in a league. Her favorite color is neither green nor blue but greenish-blue. She volunteers at blood drives. She likes spending time with her nephew. And she sleeps naked.

Bob had blushed for an hour when she casually told him that. And now he was blushing again and getting flustered. Because Molly was here. And she was beautiful to look at as well as lovely in every other way. Everything about her was a turn on to Bob.

But he still wasn't so sure he could continue to impress and entertain her. He wasn't cool. He wasn't sexy. Bob embraced his nerd tendencies. He was often reserved. Methodical. Meticulous. Molly was spontaneous and silly. She was perfect. A spitfire. The opposite of him.

Molly walked down to the ballfield directly toward Bob, and then she did the unthinkable. She planted her left hand firmly on his chest like it belonged there. And then she kissed him on the cheek before brushing his lips with hers. Right in front of everyone.

"Hey, Coach Cute Glasses," she said with a laugh that had Bob fiddling with his whistle. "I'm excited for our plans tonight."

"Hi, Molly." Bob mumbled as all the moms looked on. He could feel himself blushing as she patted his chest and went to sit on the bleachers.

He wasn't sure how he managed to keep it together, but he finished practice without getting too sweaty. Molly was lingering by the bleachers and talking to her sister as Bob talked with some of the other parents and said goodbye to the kids.

When he started heading for the bleachers, Molly shoved her sister and nephew toward the parking lot and said, "Bye!"

"Hey, I thought you told me you loved spending time with your family," Bob said with a laugh.

"I do!" Molly insisted. "But would I choose them over a hot guy who promised me sushi? Nope."

You took Bob by the hand and he muttered, "I still find it hard to believe you're talking about me."

Molly rolled her eyes and said, "You know you're hot. Now you promised me a walk around the park before dinner."

Bob couldn't help but smile as she tried to pull him toward one of the walking paths. But he gently pulled her closer to him. "Let me put my gear in my truck first."

She walked with him to the parking lot, and when he tossed his tee ball equipment into the bed of the truck, he heard Molly gasp. She was looking in the passenger side window as she said, "Oh my goodness, Lieutenant Floyd. Did you buy me gas station flowers?" She turned to look at him with adoration in her eyes. "I love gas station flowers."

"I asked your sister what I should get," he told her as he blushed.

Bob's limbs felt warm as Molly clapped her hands together and then bounced into Bob's arms. "I can't believe you took the time to ask my sister what I like," she whispered, lips brushing his ear.

Bob's hands came to rest on her lower back as he held her close. "I want to know everything you like."

She hummed softly and kissed the side of his neck. "I like you."

Now Bob felt too warm. He needed to cool down. He swallowed hard and said, "How about that walk through the park?"

Molly was like a force of nature, always keeping Bob's full attention on her. She told him stories about work and her sister, and she constantly asked him questions about himself. He wasn't interesting, so he tried to turn the conversation back to her as quickly as possible each time.

"So," she said eventually, chewing on her lip. "Bradley told me you don't have a girlfriend, but... how many women are you seeing?"

"Seeing?" Bob asked, looking at her pretty face and their linked hands.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I mean, I'm just curious if you're going on a lot of dates, but you don't have to tell me. Pretend I didn't even ask!"

Bob stopped in the middle of the path, and Molly came to a halt too. "Just you," Bob said slowly. He hadn't even considered that his original thought of Molly's collection of a hundred boyfriends could still be correct. Just because she didn't have a boyfriend, that didn't mean she wasn't seeing a bunch of other guys. And now Bob felt like an idiot.

"Just me?" she asked, surprised. "Oh. That sounds nice."

He forced the words out. "What about you?"

"Well," she said, ducking her head in embarrassment. Bob could feel disappointment thrumming through his veins. He'd already gotten his hopes up when he'd been texting her late into the evening every night. But he had never once thought that maybe he wasn't the only guy Molly was chatting with.

Then she cleared her throat. "Well, my ex, Casey, and I were kind of seeing each other again, but I cancelled on him after I gave you my number last week. I had high hopes, but when I didn't hear from you, I figured that you didn't want to go out with me."

"I'm sorry, Molly," Bob mumbled. He had hesitated, and it was going to cost him. He was so bad at all of this stuff, it was unbelievable.

She smiled up at him. "I thought maybe I came on too strong for you."

"I liked it," he said softly. And then he decided to be bold and try to make her forget about Casey. He leaned down and kissed her. But his plan backfired. Because instead, she made him forget he'd ever looked at any other girls. When he finally pulled his lips away from hers, his glasses were crooked again. Molly adjusted them before he could, and then she pushed her fingers through his hair.

She whimpered softly, which made Bob's entire body throb, and then she was in his arms and kissing him all over his entire face before settling back on his lips again. "I just love your glasses," she whispered against his neck as her hand trailed down the front of him to the button of his jeans.

"Molly," he groaned, which was a bad idea, because her hand dropped a few more inches, and he had to grab her wrist as she ran her hand along his erection. "Molly, let's go get sushi."

She nodded at him. "Yeah, okay."

He was aching for her, and now that he got a little taste of her touch, he wanted more. She sounded out of breath, and Bob was beginning to wonder if this is what chemistry felt like. This nonstop attraction. His inability to look away. His concern about being better for her than her ex. Better than anyone else.

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Molly held her vase overflowing with rainbow flowers while Bob drove toward the naval base. He had put on his dress shirt, and now the radio was playing softly as he followed every traffic law.

"I just knew you'd drive like a grandma," Molly said. "Your hands are at ten and two on the steering wheel. You don't go even a smidge over the speed limit. And you have absolutely no trash or anything in here." She glanced around the cab of his spotlessly clean truck.

Bob cleared his throat. "You know who taught me how to drive?"

"Who?" she asked, laughter in her voice.

Bob turned to face her at a stoplight. "My grandma," he told her with a smile.

Molly erupted into laughter that filled his heart. "It shows, Uncle Bob! I love it!"

Okay so this was clearly the best date Bob had ever been on, and he wasn't even at dinner yet. He had no idea how a good night kiss would go since Molly had already kissed him. Quite a few times. And she had touched him, too. She made everything so exciting, he kept looking forward to more.

"Have you been here before?" he asked, parking in front of what Payback and Fanboy had promised him was the best sushi restaurant around.

"Of course," Molly said, crawling across the seat toward Bob once he climbed out of his truck. "It's the best." He could see down the front of her dress as she made her way across the seat on her hands and knees. Bob was going to ask what she was doing, but he was just staring at her. He reached out to help her climb down, and her body skimmed along his.

"Did you come here on a date?" he asked as they walked into the restaurant, presumably just to punish himself.

After Bob gave his last name to the hostess, Molly shook her head. "I brought my sister here for her birthday. And again after her divorce was final. Never on a date."

Bob liked that. Molly was looking up at him like he was transparent, but he didn't mind that either.

When they were led to a table, he pulled out one of the chairs for her. When his fingers skimmed along her back, she looked up at him and followed him with her eyes until he was sitting across from her. Nobody had ever looked at him this way. It was so surprising, Bob felt completely off balance.

When he stretched his long legs out, he bumped hers. "Sorry," he mumbled, but Molly hooked her ankles around his legs and pulled them closer.

"That's okay," she said. Bob listened to her order a beer, a salad and some sushi. He couldn't focus on the menu at all. Not with the way Molly was rubbing his calf with her foot. He said something to the waiter, so he must have ordered something for himself.

Molly reached across the table and ran her fingers along his. "So, where are you from, Coach Bob? Your accent is cute."

He smiled down at his chopsticks. "I grew up on a ranch in Wyoming. My family moved to California when I was fifteen."

She bit her lip and stared at him before she said, "You're a country boy."

"Yeah," he replied with a laugh.

"I'll bet you ran around in cowboy boots and collected bugs as a kid. You probably had your own wildlife preserve on the ranch."

"I did, actually," he confirmed with a grin. "I've always been a bit of a nerd. Interested in the ranch animals and the way things worked."

Molly seemed to understand him, and all of his interests and nuances didn't bother her at all. "Good lord almighty, a nerdy cowboy. I could definitely get used to that," she muttered.

Bob wasn't sure what to say. Maybe Molly was feeling like he was? Maybe the more she learned about him, the more she liked? I didn't seem at all plausible, but there was just something about the way she looked at him.

"Do you have a cowboy hat?" she asked innocently with her hands folded in front of her.

"Not anymore," he said, and she was giggling now.

"I'll get you one," she whispered. "Or maybe I could wear it."

Bob could picture it. Molly, sitting on his lap, wearing a cowboy hat that was a little too big for her head before laughing and dropping it onto his head.

"You'd look cute in it," Bob confirmed, and her eyes lit up. "You'd look cute in anything."

"You know what I think I'd look great in, Lieutenant Floyd?"

Bob shook his head, mesmerized by the way Molly's lips looked when she spoke. "Tell me?"

Her eyes dipped down to his collar as she said, "That shirt you're wearing. It'll look pretty great on me tomorrow morning."

Bob's cock registered the meaning before his brain did. She was rubbing her foot along his calf and looking at him expectantly as she pressed her beer bottle to her lips. Was she suggesting a sleepover? Bob made a grunting noise, but he was saved from having to try to speak when their food was dropped off.

As Molly picked up her chopsticks and went to take her first bite of sushi, Bob managed to say, "I'd like to see that."

She froze and looked at him. Her eyes were so expressive and unguarded. She wore her emotions on her face, and even Bob could tell that she wanted him. It didn't make sense, but it was true. It was obvious.

He sat a little taller and smirked as he started eating. Because if a woman like Molly was interested in him, even if he wasn't the only one, it was something to get excited about.

"How's your sushi?" he asked, one eyebrow raised above his glasses.

"So good," Molly replied softly, her food still held in midair in front of her.

Bob smiled. "You haven't eaten any yet."

"I know," she assured him. "But when I do, it's going to be perfect."

Bob ate quickly after that, not really tasting his food. Molly seemed to be enjoying herself though, little moans and gasps of pleasure filled his ears as she ate. And she shared her food with him. He liked that.

"Here, Bob. Try this one," she said, holding up her chopsticks instead of setting the sushi on his plate this time. Then she fed it to him and watched his mouth work as he chewed. "You're really sexy," she gasped before setting her chopsticks down. Bob watched her run her hand along the back of her neck as he ached for her. "I'm sure you get that a lot."

Bob almost never got that, but he didn't want to tell her. He didn't want her to think of him in any other way.

"Molly," he whispered, pushing aside his plate as she ran her foot up along his jeans again.

"Wanna take me home?" she asked softly, and Bob was nodding and reaching for his wallet. He dropped three fifty dollar bills onto the table, confident that would cover everything plus a tip, and then he was on his feet.

Molly abandoned some uneaten sushi and the last few sips of her beer in favor of his arms. She kissed him on the cheek right there next to the table and whispered, "I just want to take you and my gas station flowers back to my place for the night."

Bob let her hook her index finger through his belt loop, and he followed her wordlessly toward the exit. He opened the truck door for Molly while she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him softly.

"Do you want me to take you to get your car?" he asked as her lips met his jaw. "Or... do you want me to-"

Molly dragged her fingernails along his scalp, and Bob's cock throbbed against her belly where she was pressed tight to him. She must have been able to feel him, but he wasn't embarrassed about it at all. She whined softly and kept kissing him as she spoke. "Take me home, Bobby."

Bobby. Shit. He was unbelievably turned on. Letting Molly take the lead physically was maybe a bad idea, because several of his shirt buttons were undone, and her lips were on his Adam's apple. She was so warm and sweet. Never hesitating to show him affection or tell him she liked something about him.

And he liked everything about her. What was he waiting for? Once again, Molly made the next move, pulling her lips away from him and patting him gently on the cheek as she climbed into his truck and got buckled in with her flowers. Bob felt cold where her body used to be pressed against him as he closed her door and walked around the bed of his truck.

But when he started the engine and turned toward Molly to ask for directions, she kissed him again and rubbed her hand up along his thigh. "Turn right out of the parking lot," she whispered. After a few miles of following her directions, Molly whined, "I even find it sexy the way you drive like an elderly person. What is happening to me, Lieutenant Floyd?" Her head was tipped back against the headrest, and her palm was resting so high on his jeans, she was about to nudge his erection.

"Molly," he gasped, unable to say much else. He had never been this turned on before, and now he was afraid she was going to want to have sex with him. He'd never done that on a first date. Or a second date. Or a third date. His last girlfriend made him wait until they went out eight times, which was fine, but then she lost interest in him after a few more dates.

But Molly made him feel the same way flying in a Super Hornet did: she was exciting and fun, but the element of danger lurking beneath the surface made it even better.

"Park there," she told him, pointing to her assigned spot in her apartment complex. And then her seatbelt was off, the vase was sitting on the floor, and she was straddling his lap. There was no way he could hide how hard he was, so he didn't even try.

"Molly."

She devoured his lips, kissing him nice and slow while she took both of his hands in hers. Carefully, she guided his hands to her bare thighs, easing them up underneath her dress a few inches. Then she carefully worked on the rest of his shirt buttons while she kissed him. Molly's skin beneath Bob's rough hands was the softest thing he had ever felt. And the more he explored, the louder she got.

Then she wrenched her lips away from his, and Bob sat there staring at her as she looked at his mouth. There was a little crease of concern on her face as her brow scrunched up, and her eyes met his as she said, "Wait."

Bob started to pull his hands away from her legs, embarrassed now by how forward he'd been. "Sorry," he murmured, but Molly took his hands in hers once again and placed them back on her legs.

She kissed his lips gently one time before she said, "I really, really like you, Bob...maybe we should slow down?"

"Okay," he agreed, realizing he was running purely on adrenaline at the moment. "Slow. Okay. Yes." That was the speed he knew best anyway. But Molly's lips were back on his neck and she was scooting a little more snug up against his body.

"Slow," she murmured against his skin. And then slowly, she untucked his undershirt so her hands were on his abs, and Bob's head tipped back. Slowly, she kissed and nipped at his neck. Slowly, she rolled her hips against his. He had to squeeze his eyes shut as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and licked his ear.

"I thought you said slow," he whispered, panting as he gently squeezed her thighs in his big hands. "Molly."

"Keep saying my name," she gasped, shaking as he dug his fingertips into her soft flesh. "Bobby, please."

"Molly," he grunted, sucking in a breath and kissing her mouth. He swallowed down her soft whines and whimpers as he pushed her back against his steering wheel. She leaned back like she was on display for him, still rolling her hips gently against his.

Bob had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. And as she ran her hands down over her own body, she stopped at the hem of her dress. "Keep saying my name," she demanded.

"Molly," Bob whispered, watching her ease her dress up higher. "Molly," he groaned, both syllables coming out a little rough. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her bare pussy was resting on the fly of his jeans, because she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Molly!"

His hands were on her waist and his lips were skimming across the soft swell of her breasts. Bob was rutting gently against her now, but he couldn't stop as she cried out one word. "More!"

"Molly," he panted, imagining how good he would feel wrapped in her warmth. "You said slow, honey."

"I don't want to go slow!" she moaned. "But I don't want you to think I always do this!"

Bob looked her in the eye. He didn't care if she did this all the time. He just wanted her feelings to be as strong as his, so maybe she'd want to just be with him now. Because he was already completely addicted to being around her. And if they had sex, he knew he wouldn't recover from it with his heart intact if she turned around and grew tired of him.

"Molly," he whispered, running his knuckles softly along her cheek so she'd look at him. "I don't care if we go slow or fast or somewhere in the middle. But I really like you, too. And nothing's gonna change that."

She nodded as he cupped her cheek. "You're too sweet," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing him. She knocked his glasses crooked and let her forehead come to rest on his. "Let's go inside."

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Goodnight Moon

No longer one-off fic about what happens whenever you tell Astarion to feed on you tonight.

Or, he said he wouldn’t wake me up, but what if I want to be up?

Read on AO3.

Part 2.

Masterlist.

You’re always awake at night. Too awake. Before, it was because you enjoyed reading books on the bed, taking yourself on adventures that you know you will never have. Reading as the hours slip by, the candle shrinking as the night slowly consumes it.

These days, there’s no books, or candles, or bed. The still unfamiliar sight of open sky above your head is beautiful, if a bit disconcerting. You sigh as you stare at it, trying to find some of the constellations you read in your books. Rubbing your eyes, you sigh and try to stay awake as the boredom slowly slips into drowsiness. You can’t sleep - won’t sleep.

You wait.

An hour passes. Maybe even two. You’ve almost drifted away when you finally hear soft, almost silent footfalls. You open your eyes to see dark crimson ones widening in surprise.

“I’m certain I didn’t make enough noise to wake you up,” he says, in his best stage whisper. He sits next to you and smirks down at you. “Waiting for me? I did tell you I wouldn’t disturb your slumber tonight.”

You rub your eyes, watching him quietly. Why did you even stay awake? You’ve known him for not long, but there was no doubt he had captured your attention the moment you laid eyes on him. He was beautiful, that was objectively true, but what drew you to him was how mysterious he was. Incredibly loquacious, and yet no matter how much he spoke little was revealed about him. He was undoubtedly dangerous, not just because of what he is - how he spoke to your other friends said as much. That deceptive, almost condescending way he spoke to them was what informed you of the danger even before he revealed himself to be a vampire. To you, however, he seemed to be kinder, although you weren’t sure how authentic those flowery words were. You did wish they were true though, just like how you wished him coming over right now was because he actually liked your company and not just your blood.

“Just not sleepy, I guess,” you lie. You and he both know it. He nods, accepting it for now.

“Should I go, then? Wait for dreams to take you before I-“

You grab him by the wrist as he turns to leave. It’s one of the rare moments where you take the initiative and touch him. He doesn’t pull back, just stiffens and turns to face you with an inquisitive look on his face.

“Look. I- I sleep late normally. I liked to read books back in the city,” you stammer out. “Just don’t bother waiting for me to sleep whenever we do this. I’m okay being here for it.”

His expression opens up in confusion for a split second, then he recovers, a smug smile replacing it. “Who would I be to refuse you that, darling,” he murmurs. “Settle down then. I shall make it quick.”

You lie flat down, staring up into the stars again. Truth be told, you hated it when he first bit you. The icy cold, the numbness spreading through your body, the weakness the next day. But you wanted to see him, to feel him so close by, and for at least a few moments see him with his guard down. To be the one to provide him with what he needed. It was odd, you thought, as he slowly hovered over you and began leaning in, how much you craved to be with someone you’ve only began to know. As the tips of his teeth found your neck, you clench your fists together, preparing for the pain.

His eyes flicker down at the movement, seeing it. Bracing. It is then that he realizes that this might not be exactly what you wanted. He’s quite certain you’re attracted to him - the looks you give him and the way you blush when he talks to you are all but screaming it to everyone who can see. But why let him bite you? Why stay awake for it?

The day after he first bit you, he had propositioned you as a way to thank you and to solidify his position in camp. You had agreed, and it had mostly gone quite as he had expected, but you were very oddly perceptive. When you looked at him, it seemed like you saw through what he was doing. You had told him he needn’t do it if it was because he felt like he owed you, and in the morning after you had noticed that he wasn’t completely there. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of all this yet, but he figured there might be a way to appease you for now. His hand moves to your clenched knuckle, soothing it. He fought back the urge to bite and replaced the fangs with lips, placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Is this what you wanted, my sweet? You could have just said so,” he whispered.

“No,” you say, although your entire body screamed yes. “I really just don’t mind being awake for it. Can you just get on with it?” You want it, so, so much, but something about that first night did not feel right. You’re almost sure it was transactional, the way he offered to bed you after you fed him; the way he turned cold after the deed was done. He probably thinks of you merely as someone who could give him what he wanted. That was painful, but fine. You were willing to accept whatever small dregs of affection he was doling out.

He stiffens almost imperceptibly at your words, mind working away at this new information. Nothing in exchange for this feeding? Odd. He knew you were attracted to him, hells, your pulse thrumming against his lips told him all he needed to know - but refusing sex was totally foreign. He blinked twice, regained his composure and then said, “Well- well then by all means. I shall, as promised, be quick. You won’t feel it.”

As fast as he could, he bites down and takes his first gulp of blood. His eyes blow out, the red becoming bright. The warm blood rushing through his mouth is almost overwhelmingly wonderful, until the hand still on yours feels your hand ball into a tight fist. Pain. He closes his eyes as he feeds from your essence and tries to ignore the knot in his chest from that realization, telling himself that you allowed him to do this, wanted him to feed so he could be strong and fight. And probably because you were under his spell. The thought doesn’t give much comfort to him.

You raise your hand and quietly pick out a few pieces of dirt from his curls, trying to distract yourself from the cold seeping through your body. You can feel his body getting warmer as he takes your blood, no longer radiating an icy coolness where he and you are in contact. This wasn’t what you would ideally wish for, but it was enough. You sigh softly as your hands work at cleaning his hair, wishing things were different. How ironic it is to finally be in your own adventure, but have it turn out to be like this. In the books, romance was always uncomplicated. The prince was always a prince who loved the princess truly.

The soft, sad sigh broke through his bloodlust. He had noticed you picking at his hair, and though he wondered, the taste of your blood was more than enough to keep him from thinking about it too much. That sound though, intensified that knot in his chest and he finally pulled away, licking off the last of the blood. Reluctantly he sat up, looking at your face with an expression that couldn’t be easily read.

“As much as that was fun,” he said, trying to lighten the mood, “I best be off. Catch myself some critters and fill myself up that way. Don’t be jealous, darling, they won’t taste anywhere as good as-,” he purred, but his sentence died in his throat as you flapped a tired hand at him.

“Go, Astarion. Be safe. Good night,” you mumbled tiredly, giving his hand one quick squeeze before turning away from him and curling up, trying to regain warmth.

Without anyone watching him, his mask slipped, revealing guilt and a big wave of fondness for you, which also caught him by surprise. Stamping it down, he took one last look at your form, silently wishing you a good night’s rest, then turned to leave for the forest. His hands carefully felt at his curls where you touched them, realizing the matted blood and dirt there was gone.

He hunted all night and fed as much as he could, but his hand would always inadvertently find its way back to those curls whenever his thoughts lapsed back to your tent.

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loubouskz · 1 year

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take care of you

lee felix x fem!reader

description: you keep going on and on about how boring sex is and that something is missing. and like any your best friend, he offers to help you find out.

warning: SMUT! bestfriends to lovers, unprotected piv sex, cunniligus, dirty talk, praising kink, minor degrading kink, breeding kink, aftercare and cuddles. if I missed anything let me know

wc: 2.6k

a/n: I finally got this done! I had to borrow a laptop. I found my old chromebook but couldn't find the charger for it so I have to order a new one and wait for it to come in😭😭 I wanna be able to finish writing my stories that are just sitting in my google docs, collecting dust. anywho I hope you all enjoy this! I had so much fun writing this! feedback is greatly appreciated!

and my requests are open btw, so send in your requests! I'd be so happy to write something for you!🥰

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“wait really? ” felix asked, putting down his water bottle on his bed. “yeah.” I said with a straight face. “not even the last guy you were with? you were so loud.” felix said in fits of giggles. “just because I was loud does not mean it was that good. he start off strong, lack in the middle of it, and was okay during the climax- but all together..it just wasn’t that good.” I said, shugging my shoulders. “i feel like i haven’t had great sex. good, sure. I feel like there’s not enough in the middle of it. it’s just kind of boring sometimes.” I said. “what do you think is missing?” he asked, laying next to me. I sighed and just looked at the ceiling as i thought. “anything. a kink. dirty talk. hell I don’t know.” I said before looking at the time on my phone. “it’s 2:23am, I need to go to bed.” I said as I sat up. “alright.” felix said in a kind of distance voice. “you okay? was talking about my sex life weird to you? i’m sorry.” I said as I got up.

“no it doesn’t, we’ve been best friends for years y/n. i’ve heard your best and worst of everything. we talk about almost everything together, we know each others’ limits when we talk about things. you’re good.” felix said with a nice smile, but I could tell his mind was wandering. i huffed out a small chuckle and said goodnight to him as I made my way to his door.

“what if I help you out?” i heard him say really fast as my hand grabbed the door handle. I turned back to him to see him sat up and looking at his hands. felix, my best friend of eight years and roommate for three. and maybe my crush of four…is willing to have sex with me. i felt my brain short-circuit. this has to be a dream.

“what? can you explain more.” I asked, standing in place. “what if i help you find out what you’re missing during sex?” he asked, messing with his sleeves. I looked at him with wide eyes. “are you being forreal?” I asked him. “i wouldn’t have asked if i wasn’t being forreal y/n.” he answered, while laying back. “well i don’t know what to say felix.” i said.

“well you don’t have to answer right away nor do you have to say yes at all. but you know i would take care of you.” felix said, locking his eyes with mine. that sentence alone: but you know i would take care of you, the way he said it, made my knees go weak. “don’t say it like that lix.” i said as i felt my insides twists in ways i never thought they would for my best friend. felix’s eyes scanned my body and saw how my body reacted to his words. he brought his eyes back up to mine but now they were much darker. full of lust clouding his chocolate brown eyes. felix slowly got out of his bed and walked over to me. “say it like what y/n?”

i didn’t know what to do, so i started backing up. felix just followed with a small smirk to his lips. i gasped as my back hit the wall. he placed one arm right above my head against the wall and the other on my waist.

“you gonna answer me?” felix said, placing his head really close to mine. “say it like it’s true.” i said in a small voice. “well it might be, you won’t know if it doesn’t happen. right baby?” he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. my eyes darted to his lips and back to his eyes. i nodded my head. i could feel my underwear becoming more and more slick. “i need you to be verbal with me.” he said, dragging his hand that was on my waist up to my face. he kept his hand on my cheek, stroking his thumb in a comforting way. my eyes fluttered at the sweet gesture. my mind quickly coming up with the answer. “take care of me felix, please.” i said, just barely above a whisper.

felix sucked in a breath of air and smiled at me, ‘is it okay if i kiss you now?” he asked. “yes.” i answered. felix slowly brought his lips to mine and kissed me. i closed my eyes as i felt his soft lips on mine, but it quickly ended by felix pulling back. “want more?” he asked. i nodded my head, too breathless to answer. felix leaned back in and i met him halfway, making him groan into the kiss. he put more pressure into the kiss, sliding his tongue on my bottom lip. i parted my lips to let him in. felix placed both his hands on my cheeks as i gripped the sides of his shirt. felix took his time exploring the inside of my mouth, like he was trying to memorize it.

after our little makeout, felix pulled away slowly. both of our lips, red and swollen. felix placed his hands back on my waist as he kissed his way back my jaw to my neck. sucking hickeys all over, i moaned as he found my sweet spot. i ran my hands into his hair, pulling at it lightly. felix groaned as his hands made their way down, just above my shorts. he kissed my ear, “can i continue?” he asked in his deep voice. “yeah.” i said breathless. i held my breath as felix’s hand pushed its way past my shorts and underwear. he continued marking the other side of my neck as cupped my cunt.

“oh fuck baby, you’re already getting slick and wet for me.” he said, dragging his hand back and forth. he placed his fingers on my clit, drawing small circles. i head feel back against the wall, moans becoming louder and louder as he picked up the pace. “oh felix.” i moaned out. he lifted his head, looking at my face. ‘yeah baby. you like that?” he asked. “yes. need more,lix.” i whined. “what kind of more?” he asked, kissing the corners of my lips. “fingers. inside. please.” i answered, chasing his lips. “good girl.” he said, smashing his lips back on mine. he pushed carefully pushed two fingers inside of me. i gasped into the kiss.

“are you going be good for with me y/n?” felix asked. i nodded my head, “faster please.” i said, felix did exactly what i asked for. curling his fingers every time he brought them down, hitting my clit every time. i breath quickened, chest heaving as i felt the pressure building to its max. “gonna let me see how pretty you look when cum all over my fingers.” he said. “yes.” i said through a broken moan, keeping my eyes on his as i felt the knot unravel. cumming all over his hand. “oh god felix!” i said as he guided through my orgasm. he slowly removed his hand out and placed his fingers in his mouth, eyes never leaving mine.my lips parted out of surprise.

“you taste heavenly.” felix said. “fuck me felix.” i said, pulling him by his pants. “really?” he asked. “yeah, like you mean it.” i said with my own smirk.

he grabbed the hem of my shirt, making sure it was okay to take it off first before it was removed. i was ready for bed so i didn’t have a bra on. felix kissed down my body as he made his way to the ground. he pushed my sweats and underwear down along with him. face to face with my bottom half. “god, you’re beautiful, you know that?” felix said with meaning that was more than just lust. i felt my heart skip a beat. i smiled at felix as he kissed my stomach. he stood back up and grabbed my hand.

we walked over back to the bed. “lay down.” felix said. i climbed back onto the bed and got comfortable. felix removed his clothes, but left his boxers on. he climbed on the bed, over top of me. “will you let me eat you out beautiful?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on my lips. i shuddered at his words but agreed none the less. felix took his time kissing down my body once again. he took my legs, pushing them up and on his shoulders. he marked up my inner left thigh before doing the same thing on the other side.

felix blew on my clit before giving a long lick up my cunt. i arched back and rolled my hips, making him chuckle. he kissed my clit then proceeded to suck on it gently. he opened his mouth, rolling his tongue out licking up. basically making out with my lower lips. i clamped my thighs around his head, making him groan. the vibrations sending shocks up my body. “felix!” i moaned out, threading my fingers into his hair. felix brought one of his hands up to my entrance, pushing his fingers in. thrusting his fingers in and out plus the motions of his tongue on my clit made my climax come even faster than last time. “i’m gonna cum felix.” i said as my body started to shake. “cum for me.” he mumbled. felix flattened his tongue, pressing it on my clit and shaking his head side to side. my body arched one more time before my vision became white. “good girl.” he said, slowing down his fingers. felix removed his fingers and licked up my cum till i pushed his head away. felix sat up with his hands on my thighs, stroking them lightly.

“still need more sweet girl?” he asked. i nodded my head, trying to reach for his underwear. felix quickly grabbed my hands and put them above my head. i looked at him with wide eyes. “ah ah ah. didn’t you say you wanted me to fuck you?” he asked. “yes i did.” i answered. “then roll over. hands and knees.” he said, letting go and sitting back up. i quickly turned over. as i steaded myself, i heard felix removing the last of his clothing.

i felt felix grabbed my hips and pull them back. he guided one of his hands down my back and pressed down. i put my arms under my head and pushed my ass out, learning it a playful smack. i giggled a bit as felix pressed his body to mine. “ready for me to take of care you? fuck you how you need it?” felix asked, lining up his dick with my opening. a moan slipped pasted my lips. “yes please lixxie. fuck me, i need you so bad.” i whined out. felix pushed into me with a groan. “so fucking tight even after stretching you out.” he said as he bottomed out. i clenched around him, bucking my hips back. he drew his hips back and thrusted back in once and hard. my eyes rolled back at the feeling. “be patient.” he growled out, gripping my hips tightly. i huffed out and felix heard…and did not like that. he started snapping his hips at a decent hard pace. bringing a moan every time..

“i was trying to be nice, but all you wanted was to be full and fucked, right baby?” he said, not really asking. “just so fucking needy, didn’t even care who it was huh? not even if it was your best friend.” he continued. i whined into the pillow as i gripped the sheets. the sound my wet skin echoed throughout the room. good thing we didn’t have neighbors. “i bet you just want to be stuffed full of my cum.” he said, making me clench around him hard. “oh am i right?” he asked, laying his body on mine. grabbing my boobs with both his hands, pinching my nipples a bit. without pulling out or stopping, he lifted my body where my back was against his chest.

“answer y/n.” felix said, grinding his cock right on my g-spot. i cried out from the pleasure building up. “answer or i’m stopping right here.” he threatened. “yes! i want to be stuff full of your cum. so deep inside me.” i said with tears in my eyes. “yeah, so deep that i put a baby in you?” he asked as i cried out again. “you gonna be a good girl and take my cum like the little cumslut you are?” he asked as his thrusts started to become sloppy. “yes!” i said. i could barely hold my head in place as my body started to feel like jello. i turned my head to see him. “can i cum?” i asked as tears fell into my cheeks. “fuck. yeah go ahead a cum baby. cum with me.” he said, bringing one hand up to my face and holding my head in place so i didn’t look away.

one final snap of his hips and my body spasmed from how hard my orgasm hit me. felix followed and stilled his hips, cumming deep inside. “shit.” he moaned out. he gave a few more shallow thrusts before completely stopping. felix buried his head into the crease of my neck and shoulder. i took a deep breath and brought my hand up to felix’s hair, combing it out of his face. he lifted his head up, kissing my shoulder. “you did so well y/n.” he said, still out of breath. i chuckled and smiled. “you did to lixxie.” i said. “let’s go get ourselves clean up, yeah?” he asked, i nodded.

felix helped me up off his softening dick and bed. after helping me to the bathroom, felix went to go pick up our clothes. after i did my business and got cleaned up, i heard a knock at the door. “yeah.” i said as i was washing my hands. felix popped his head in and handed me my clothes. “thank you.” i said grabbing them. i put my underwear on first then my hoodie, deciding not to put my sweats back on. “so we made kind of a mess on my bedsheets, is it alright if we go sleep in your room?” felix asked as blush forming across his cheeks. i laughed out and turned to him. “yeah felix. lets go.” i said as we left the sex-scented room.

we both climbed into bed and under the blanket. “i forget how much softer your bed is compared to mine.” felix said, snuggling in. “now i know you’re just saying that because your sleeping next to me because we have to exact same mattress.” i said, cuddling up to him. felix wrapped his arm around me and pulled me even closer. “yeah you’re right.” he said with a big smile. “can you turn off your side lamp now lixxie.” i said. “why? i won’t be able to see your cute face.” he said. “well this cute face needs her beauty sleep, so please turn off the light.” i said. “alright.” he said, quickly turning off the light and turning back to me.

“so did you figure out what you were missing?” felix asked. i closed my eyes and nuzzled my head into his chest. i nodded my head, slowly falling asleep. “what was it?” he asked quietly, most likely sleep taking over his body as well. “you.” i whispered before fallen into a peaceful sleep. “good. i hoped that it was.” he said, kissing the top of my head. “took us long enough.” he said before fallen asleep.

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earthtoharlow · 4 months

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Flashing Lights

12) Yellow

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

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“The charismatic rapper’s second album captures absolutely none of his real-life persona.”

“There are ways that Harlow could position it as a real album, able to point to specific points of growth on tracks like “Side Piece” and “Poison (Ode to Maryse)” which are meant to be adult and sexy, or the closing “State Fair,” which finds him reflecting about how he’s famous but still the same guy.”

“Harlow, despite the growing fame and unending fascination, is still finding his footing. He is funny online and in interviews and knows how to grab people’s attention. Without much to grasp with his music, it’s easiest just to stare.”

-Pitchfork

Jack clicked his teeth and ran a hand through his hair as he read the reviews on Come Home The Kids Miss You. He would be lying if he said the negative reception didn’t upset him. Despite putting so much time and hard work into the album, it wasn’t enough. What if the music critics were right? Maybe he hasn’t found his footing yet, even though he’s been in the industry for years now. Was this album career ending?

He didn’t realize he was biting his manicured nails until Maryse came from the restroom and interrupted his thoughts.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Maryse asked as she crawled into bed next to him. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks, Jack had just wrapped up filming the White Man Can’t Jump remake in California, while Maryse was preparing for tour and for her upcoming role as Belle in the 30th Celebration of Beauty and the Beast.

Jack was only in New York for less than 24 hours as he just performed at the Governors Ball, the two didn’t know when they were going to see each other again as Jack was headed back to California to perform at the BET Awards and then straight to Sweden.

Putting his phone face down on the side table, he turned to face her. “Just thinking about how much I missed you.”

“Yuck!” Maryse said with a roll of her eyes, Jack pinched her hip making her jump.

She leaned closer, pressing a kiss to his lips feeling him relax a bit. She knew he wasn’t telling the truth about what he was thinking about, but knew Jack would open up when he was ready.

“I wish I was going to the BET awards to see you perform.” Maryse pouted.

“Yeah, it’s too bad you’re going to be off being a Disney Princess instead!” Jack said with a smile, he was so proud of her. Even though his career seemed to be weavering, he was glad Maryse’s wasn’t.

Maryse smiled “Oh please! It still doesn’t feel real, and it probably won’t until I put on the dress. Right now I’m just recording the music.”

She started thinking about how busy their schedules were about to get. Jack was about to be out of the country for most of the summer, while she’ll be bouncing back and forth from NY & California.

With Nate she never had to worry about long distance because even when he had away games, he was only gone for a couple days at a time. Maryse always knew when he was coming home. She didn’t want to come off as clingy towards Jack and scare him away.

Maryse’s thoughts were cut short by Jack reaching out and rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

“Welcome back, what’s going on that head of yours?”

Not wanting to worry him, she replied “Just thinking about how much I’m going to miss you when you’re off being a superstar!”

Being called a superstar now suddenly made his stomach turn. “Yuck!” Jack said, mocking Maryse from what she said earlier.

Jack pulled her closer against him, as they were now cuddling. “Let’s stop thinking about how much we'll miss each other and just enjoy these last few hours we have together.”

Maryse nodded knowing he was right. “Goodnight, I love you.” She said, picking up his hand that was around her waist, giving it a gentle kiss.

Jack kissed her forehead. “I love you too, I’ll meet you in your dreams.”

***

“Okay, you’re going to join Coldplay’s world tour.”

Maryse squealed in her seat. She has always been a fan of Chris Martin.

Coco continued “you’re going to be replacing Camila Cabello, her last stop is the 24th of September and you’ll be starting October 11th in Brazil.”

Maryse eyes widened “Brazil?! Holy shit I’ve never been to Brazil before, this is going to be amazing!”

Her manager gave him a smile, happy for her client. “Yes, so we have to start preparing soon. Coldplay's team wants us to start drafting a stage design for your set.”

Maryse nodded, writing down notes in her notebook, she hadn’t even thought about a stage design always content with just having a microphone and chair.

“and then the most important part is figuring out your setlist, we know you’re going to perform your hits but we need some deep cuts as well. I would start working with your band now on that.”

She started bouncing in her seat with excitement, she couldn’t wait to tour and see all of her fans from all over the world.

The team went over smaller details before Maryse was able to leave and go home. When she was finally settled she immediately called Jack hoping he was still awake. He was currently in London as he was going to be performing at Wireless.

Pressing the phone to her ear, the phone continued to ring and as it was just about to go to voicemail Jack picked up.

“Hey, M.” Jack answered, not sounding as excited to hear from her as she thought he would be. Maryse tried not to think so hard on it, figuring he was exhausted from the traveling.

“Hi baby! I miss you so much!” Maryse cooed into the phone.

Jack was laying in his hotel room, he would be leaving in a few hours to go perform. He was exhausted and was feeling homesick.

“I miss you more.” And he did, so much.

“I wanted to call you cause you’ll never guess who I’m going on tour with!” Maryse said excitedly.

Jack rubbed his chin in thought, interested in finding out. “Ok, who?”

“COLDPLAY!” She squealed into the phone

Hearing her so excited made him smile. “Holy shit! Maryse, that's incredible! You think you could get Chris Martin’s autograph for me?” He said jokingly and laughed when she clicked her teeth.

“Ignoring that, but it starts in Brazil in October but I’ll be leaving early in September just to get everything settled, like the setlist and stage.”

Hearing her say the dates made his stomach hurt. Maryse was still talking excitedly about the tour when he cut her off. “Wait September and October?”

“Yeah, I’ll be touring overseas all fall then I’ll end the year in California for Beauty and the Beast.”

The more she spoke the more queasy he started to feel. He could barely get it out as he spoke again, “So, where do I fall in all this?”

The silence on the other end of the phone was loud. “Um, what do you mean?”

Jack swallowed. “I knew there was a possibility of us touring at the same time but I at least thought we were going to both be in the U.S.”

“Well, yeah it’s unfortunate but we’ll make it work. I mean, that’s what they have planes for!” Jack couldn’t appreciate Maryse trying to figure something out. His mind was racing, and his heart was pounding. Maryse was going to be gone while he toured the U.S. Sure they could try to talk everyday but it was going to be hard with the different time zones.

“Maryse, this is different from you coming to visit me from New York or vice versa, you won’t be able to just get up and leave the tour to visit me.”

There was another long pause from Maryse, when she began to speak again he knew he was starting to upset her. But his anxiety over not seeing her for months while he was already feeling overwhelmed and homesick was getting to him.

“Jack, where is this coming from?”

He was happy for her, and unbelievably proud. She was his only peace and he wanted her around.

Jack sighed knowing he needed to turn things around. “I’m just going to miss you, that's all. But you’re right we always make it work. I’m so proud of you. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I’m going to miss you too, just hang in there okay, you’ll be back in the states soon, remember you’ll be back here for the Today Show. Plus, I made sure I’ll still be able to go to the opening night of your tour. I wouldn’t miss that for the world.” She reassured him

That made him feel a little better. “Good. I love you, M. So much.”

“I love you too. No matter what. Have a good show and I’ll talk to you soon.” They said goodbye once more before hanging up the phone.

Jack flopped back on the bed, running his hands roughly through his hair. He wanted nothing more than to just be home, and if not home then just with Maryse.

Trying to dust off these feelings he stood so he could get ready for the show later that night, to perform lyrics to songs he wasn’t even sure he believed anymore.

He just tried to remember that he just needed to get through the next couple months, and he’ll be home.

***

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sideeve · 11 months

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SKYLINE TO HIS HEART ⭑ MILES MORALES

⭑ maybe love isn’t the only thing that can keep someone tied to you .

part 1 — part 2

⭑ miles morales x f!reader , cheating in part 2 , miles doing spider duty , love in the first chapter , i don’t know what to make of this

after finally having the guts to confess his feeling to you, miles felt like he was on cloud 9. your smile sent him to heaven every time. his sketchbook was filled with you. and my parents caught on quickly.

mrs. morales shot a picture at every given moment, despite miles’ groaning and whining every time.

he didn’t want to be anywhere you weren’t.

“miles,” you whined “let go. my dad is gonna kill me if i’m not home soon.”

“he’ll have to kill me too then.” he mumbles in your neck, his hushed breath tickling you. you giggle, “he wouldn’t hesitate. “just ask him to stay over. it’s a weekend.”

“he doesn’t trust you enough.” you lose the motivation to escape his grip, making him smile. “jerkface.” you murmured.

soon, your heavy lids closed, lulling you to sleep.

during the night, your phone blew up. messages, missed calls and voicemails from your father. “shit!” you fall out of miles’ grip, face planting on the floor, making you groan.

before you could make it out of his room, his voice stops you.

“baby? ¿a dónde vas? son como las 2 de la mañana.”

“too late for me to be here.” he groans at the realization.

“just tell him it’s my fault.” “that won’t end well for both of us.” you softly laugh, making him smile. “i’ll see you at school, mijo.” you peck his lips, but he wanted more. he didn’t want you to leave, not yet. he stood up as you backed away, deepening the kiss.

your lips were still attached to his as your hand held the doorknob. “miles.” you giggle, pulling away. “come on. i thought it would work.” he pouts. “maybe another day. not just this one.” you peck his cheek this time, leaving his house.

you didn’t hear the last of it from your father. he scolded you as soon as you opened the front door.

finally making it to your room, you changed your clothes into your night ones. before you fell asleep again, you texted miles goodnight.

mrs. morales 💓 : gn miles😘

mr. morales : gn😢i wish u were here rn

mrs. morales : me too bubba

you clicked your phone, quickly falling asleep.

3 months later

miles came running through your house, frantically looking for you. once he hit your room, he shut the door and locked it before exhaling a deep breath. “miles? honey, what’s wrong?” you raise a brow at him. “my whole day has been weird. i’m able to walk on walls, ceilings. i’m extra strong. like spiderman.” you huff, “it’s a little to early to be making jokes about him.” you remind him about his death. “i was there when it happened.”

you press your lips into a thin line, forcing yourself to believe him. “okay, i believe you.” “then this…guy…that looked like peter but fatter walked up to me and i shocked him. we had to swing around new york to escape the cops.”

you laugh. “that’s one hell-of-va dream you had.” you twist your chair back to your desk. “you gotta believe me. no one else did.” “what are you talking about?” you thought he was going crazy because of his uncle’s recent death.

“the other spidermen or women webbed me to a chair to go fight king pin. all because i couldn’t disappear on command.” he huffs. “do it.” “huh?” “do it right now.” his face grows upset. “don’t do it too.” you walk to him, taking his hands into yours. “calm your body, think of something that calms you and center yourself.” he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

before you knew it, miles’ body was disappearing in front of you. but you could still feel him. “holy shit. you did it!” miles’ reappears in front of you. “i did?” “well now you didn’t.” you giggle.

1 year later

for a year now, your boyfriend has been the one and only spiderman. and you (and ganke) have been his wingman and the only person that knows his secret identity.

and today was his father’s promotion party, hosted on his rooftop.

but you haven’t seen him since he’s dropped off the cake for his dad.

“mrs. morales, have you seen miles?” “i grounded him for his attitude. he’s been so rude and clos-” in the middle of her rant, your eyes drifted over to miles…and another girl?!

why was he so close to her? why was he nervous? why haven’t you seen him before? and why…did he just kiss her?

a tear rolls down your cheek, which didn’t go unnoticed by rio. “¿bebé? ¿por qué lloras?” her eyes move to your line of sight, immediately gasping. “honey, i am so-” before she could finish her apology, you left the rooftop, heartbroken.

the urge to burn everything of his was eating you to death. the letters of lies he wrote you. the drawings he gave you. the hoodies. everything.

a knock disrupts your haze. it was miles. “hey, my mom told me to check on you. you left the party early.” your mouth opened to spew the hateful words accumulating your mind but nothing came out except, “we’re over.” “what…?” he leaned back, baffled. “i saw you. with that girl. you kissed her. you were obviously in love with her so be with her.” he blinks in realization. “i didn’t-” “go!” you slammed the door in his face, sliding down it.

hot tears streamed down your face as you hyperventilated.

how could be do this to you? after everything you’ve been through? the things you’ve done for him. you were there when his uncle died.

how could he?

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kimsohn · 4 months

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𓇼 4:38 am

pairing . hyunjae x gn!reader about . 480 words, fluff warnings . none! ↳ dedicated to @from-izzy please go to bed

your eyes flutter awake as you wake from another restless dream. the ceiling of your bedroom is all too familiar to you right now, darkened by the shadows of the night that peer in through your window.

today is one of those many days you can't seem to succumb to your dream state. opening your eyes to yet another failed attempt at sleeping is something that's plagued you for far too long this night, and you're quite sick of it.

you roll over, the blankets furrowing around you as you shift in bed. the clock reads 4:38 am, and you sigh as the weight of your sleeplessness dawns upon you. it'll be the start of a new day soon, but you know you'll find yourself nodding off during work time and wishing you'd gotten just a little more rest.

"can't sleep?"

a voice echoes from behind you, and you roll back around to see hyunjae next to you. his eyes are sleepy and his voice is tired, but his focus is only trained on you and your gaze.

"did i wake you up?" you ask, reaching over to touch his shoulder. "i'm sorry."

he responds by wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close enough to rest your head against his chest. you feel the cloth of his thin white tank top against your skin, and his taut muscles shift around you as his hand curls around your abdomen.

"don't worry about me. you have work in the morning; it's a problem if you can't sleep."

you sigh against his chest, moving your hand to wrap around his frame. somehow, this position is more lulling and comfortable, and you don't want him to escape from your fingertips. you don't know what time he ended up at home or what time he slipped into bed, but his voice alone is enough solace for you.

"i've tried, jae. i guess it's just one of those nights."

he traces the pads of his fingers across the back of your skin. you shiver, feeling the coldness of each press against your skin.

"can i do anything for you? maybe some milk? should i change the fan setting?"

"no, it's okay. let's just stay like this."

he hums, tapping your back twice before resting his palm flat against you.

"you sure you don't want me to sing for you?"

you smile, knowing he can sense it. you could never say no to that, even if he tried.

the familiar tune of priority drifts from his lips, a song he knows you love. his fingertips sway along your back with the beat, and soon enough, your eyes fall shut and your breathing evens out. maybe, you weren't restless after all; you were simply just missing your home.

"goodnight, my love," he whispers when the song ends, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "sleep tight."

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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Chapter 8

Past.

With a flick of Rhysand’s hand food was served on the table and you stood at your place contemplating if you should sit next to Azriel. You decided against it and took your usual spot between Nesta and Mor. Elain was missing from the table so the seat next to Azriel was empty. You thought about where she could be, was she scared of him after what happened? Laughter filled the table as everyone started chatting. It felt normal again, like everything was just a bad dream, yet the feeling of the bond between you and Azriel reminded you that this was not the case. Will it always be like this? The bond that should make you feel love and happiness will always remind you the pain you felt? You shook your head and met the worried face of the shadowsinger. You gave him a smile and continued listening your friends laugh and curse at each other. “So, y/n now that you are back… are you going to train with the Valkyries?” it was Cassian who spoke.

“I don’t see why not” you shrugged.

“Perfect, I want to see what you’re capable of” he said with a smirk.

“I will blow your mind” you replied earning a proud look from Nesta. Conversation went on and after a while Rhysand left the house with a sleeping Feyre in his arms, while the others went to their rooms, Nesta and Mor each giving you a kiss before leaving. That left you and Azriel. He looked at you and for the first time you saw him look nervous.

“What is it?” you asked, and he tensed. “Would you- would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?” he stared at you.

“Okay” you replied and left muttering a soft goodnight.

You entered your room and a shaky breath left your lips. Everything is going to be fine. You didn’t know why you had a bad feeling about all of this. Azriel promised to try and he seemed honest. He said he has feelings for you. But it still feels like something is wrong. You don’t know how to react when you’ll see him with Elain again, you know you will, she is the High Lady’s sister, she will be around you. You shook that thought and got ready for bed. Every thought could wait until tomorrow, now you needed to rest. Sleep came quickly, so did the sunrise and now well rested you got ready for training. After eating breakfast with Nesta you went on the roof where Cassian and two other females were waiting. Both beautiful, and from the way they are standing you could feel their power. “This is Emerie and Gwyn” Nesta introduced them. “This is y/n”.

Emerie gave you a smile while Gwyn stared at you, a scowl on her face. Maybe she is wary of me because she doesn’t know me. You followed them and started stretching as Cassian ordered. After that the other girls entered the ring in the middle and started fighting each other. Cassian gave them an approving nod and approached you.

“Let’s get started with a few moves, I have a feeling that you will be next to them in that ring soon.” Cassian said and started showing you moves.

Your shadows went frantic, whispering in your ear he is here. You lost your balance almost landing on your face, but Cassian quickly caught you. You glanced to the door seeing Azriel standing there, his face cold as he approached the ring correcting the girls as they were fighting.

“Okay we have to work on your focus too.” Cassian noted as he let go of you.

“Sorry my shadows surprised me” You replied, your face burning with embarrassment. “It’s okay, you will be able to fight and listen to them in no time, maybe you need to train with Azriel instead of me, this seems like his department” Cassian smiled at you.

“Not yet, I don’t think I’m ready to spend so much time with him” You replied and Cassian nodded gesturing for you to continue. The rest of the time Cassian showed you many moves and as you practiced he would surprise you by whispering in your ear, by the time you finished the whispering didn’t bother you, though you were expecting it so you didn’t know how you would react if it was in fact your shadows.

“Great job” Cassian boomed “Keep it up” and with that he went back to Nesta who was gathering her stuff. You smiled and turned to leave almost bumping into Azriel. “So our date still stands right?” he asked. “Yes, I will go get ready” you replied offering him a smile. He took a step to the side and you hurried off to your room, not missing Gwyn’s scoff. You furrowed your eyebrows but continued walking making a mental note to ask Nesta about it.

After taking a bath, you stood in front of your closet thinking about what to wear. You didn’t know where he was taking you. Your clothes pushed to the sides of your closet leaving one dress in the middle. You thanked the house and examined the dress. It was a midnight blue silky dress that reached just above your knees, with thin straps on the shoulders. You braided your hair and got dressed. You left your room and headed for the balcony knowing that Azriel was probably waiting for you there. When you saw him, your jaw almost dropped. He was wearing a black shirt the top unbuttoned showing his golden torso and black pants. He was holding a bouquet of blue flowers the same shade of his siphons. His gaze lowered and then came back to your face, a stunned look on his face. “You look magnificent” he breathed and continued staring at you. “Thank you” you blushed, he stood frozen.

“Oh come on give her the flowers already”

“Cassian shut up” Nesta shouted and approached you two taking the flowers “I will take care of those have fun” she purred and left. The sound of a slap and Cassian’s “ow” were the last thing you heard as Azriel took your arm and lead you to the edge both of you shooting to the sky.

“They are unbearable” Azriel grunted. You giggled and followed him landing just where the main street of the city started. You walked together enjoying the view of people working, shopping, hanging out. The city full of life and joy. It made your heart ache as you thought about the Illyrian camps. So dull and dirty, filled with tortured and miserable women. Rhys seemed to only care about Velaris and this made your heart full of anger. “What’s wrong?” Azriel questioned noticing your glare towards the city. You took a deep breath as he led you in a restaurant. After taking your seat and ordering your food you decided to tell him what has been bothering you.

“I grew up in an Illyrian camp, my father was the second in command of the lord there.” Once again you took a deep breath “I have an older brother, when we were young everything was okay for us, our mother though was beaten almost every day, her wings were clipped and the only reason our father didn’t kill her was us and taking care of our house.” You paused. Azriel nodded for you to continue. “My brother had freedom, he could do anything he wanted. I was meant to stay in my room in order to stay pure and unharmed in case anyone wanted to wed me. During the night I would sneak out with my brother and we would fly around for hours, some days we would only go back to the house when we saw the first rays of the sun. That was until my father found out. I was ten, he accused me of leaving the house to find males, he said I was a whore and a disgrace.”

“You were ten.” Azriel exclaimed interrupting you. “I know. He threw me in a dark cell and left me there. My brother would sneak some food in when he could. My only company were these shadows, the only thing that kept me from going mad. After 70 years around the time that Rhysand came back from under the mountain, my father decided to take me out of the cell just in case someone told the high lord. In order to control me he decided to clip my wings. As the guards were preparing me for the clipping my mother offered them some tea. The greedy assholes gulped it without noticing the distinct smell of faebane. They went out cold in a few seconds and my mother pushed me out begging me to run and never go back. The last thing I saw before I took off was a guard grabbing my mother and my brother trying to push him off. I don’t know what happened after…” Azriel took a deep breath, his eyes watering. “So now that I know what Velaris is like I feel anger. Rhysand keeps his people here safe and happy and doesn’t give a damn about the rest of us.” You almost growled.

“Rhysand is trying to change things but Illyrian’s… you know how they are; they don’t accept him. It’s hard to keep a tight leash on all of them. Trust me he is trying.” Azriel replied an apologetic look on his face. You only nodded and stared at the food that had appeared on the table. Azriel stared at you and started talking, he told you about his past, how he was raised, how he met Rhys and Cass, how Rhys’ mother took care of them and so much more until the present day. “So you see Rhys is against all of this, we all are. We just need to find a way to stop it.” He concluded. And you believed him.

That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Azriel's story is already explained in the books. I didn't want to rewrite it or copy it since it's not my story to tell. @cleverzonkwombatsludge (if you wish to not be tagged anymore you can ask anytime I won't be offended)

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HCs: Falling in love with Father Paul

Pairing: Father Paul x Reader (Midnight Mass)

A/N: WELL HELLO it has sure been a while hasn’t it. Life has caught up with me exponentially the past two years - graduating college, starting a full time job, personal growth and pitfalls. But, I truly miss writing, and was ready to attempt to get back into it after such a long hiatus. Anyways - hello, I love you all <3 I missed you all.

Warnings: Uhh, blasphemy? I guess?? Mentions of sexual content. Millie is somehow gone who knows where she is. Very subtle spoilers for Midnight Mass (2021). ANYWAYS.

✧ You confess your love for him after Paul takes it upon himself to walk you home from assisting him in decorating St Patricks for an upcoming event. Often jumping at any chance to provide services so you could grow closer to the enigmatic priest, anyone with half a brain could see how you’ve taken to him within the past few months. Just three simple words that sends a ripple through him. “I love you.”

✧ He takes in a deep breath, thinking carefully about his next words. Ever since his arrival, you have been one of his closest friends and confidants. “Please, don't say that,” Paul quietly pleads, exhaling from his nose.

✧ Not because he does not love you, in fact, it’s the exact opposite. He can’t bear to see you be hurt, knowing that he could never reciprocate the love you so truly deserve. He’s hurt those that he has loved before -- and will wrestle with those demons for a lifetime.

✧ Father Paul has taken his vows, and is seen as a pillar of faith, stability, and morals within the community. Given a second chance at fulfilling those vows, even. Still unable to face you, he stares down at his feet.

✧ Shaking his head, his brown eyes meet yours -- glassy with tears threatening to spill over. “You’re so young, it's...natural to have feelings like this. You’ll get over it, it’s okay.” A beat of silence passes between you. “Things like this have happened before. To me, I mean. And it hurts but, you’ll find someone one day. You're strong. You just have to...ride the wave is all.”

✧ And you know that this is how it will be. That you have to be okay with the reality. Scratching the back of his neck, he starts up his usual conversation again. Like everything was normal. “Now for tomorrow I was thinking th-”

✧ But it’s not normal. You cut him off before he can change the subject. “I-I know it’s wrong,” you stutter out, feeling embarrassed and already noticing the urge to backpedal. “I know its against any type of decency, and that we couldn’t be together even if it’s all I dream about. But I..couldn't go another day without confessing my feelings. I’m sorry if this changes things between us. Goodnight, Paul.”

✧ Against all rational, he walks forward cupping your face between his hands before you can slip into the safety of your house. And he kisses you. Before you take back what you’ve said. Before the inkling of regret crosses your mind. Before you pretend that there isn’t an undeniable connection between you.

✧ A kiss. Just once, hoping that maybe this one act would allow the both of you to move on without the prospect of “what if” looming in the back of your minds forever. Free whatever pent up tension was built. Paul has lived with enough regrets, and he didn’t want to add never saying he loved you, too. One dipped toe into the waters of sin, for the sake of a lifetime of purity. But the human condition is fragile; love comes slowly, then all at once. And once it’s there, it’s hard to deny it.

✧ A secret relationship begins to bloom between you. Subtle glances and gestures to each other during mass. Things such as his hand lingering on yours for just a moment longer than polite company, making eye contact with him that flusters him while delivering his sermon.

✧ Intimately pressing his thumb against your lips as he offers you the holy eucharist, coaxing you to open your mouth. Pushing it onto your tongue when you do so, his finger lingers there for an unusual amount of time that seems...less than chaste to anyone viewing. The unholiest of thoughts passing through your mind.

✧ Sneaking around after mass like a teenage couple, unable to keep your hands off of each other. A desperate flurry of lips, tongues, and hands pushing up cloth to gain access to skin. Paul asking you to wear your prettiest Sunday dresses only for him. You have opened up this new world for Father Paul to explore, being considerably less experienced.

✧ Father Paul is old fashioned. Expect flowery, beautiful love letters arriving at your doorstep almost weekly. Hand delivered, of course. They always have the distinct smell of him - a mixture of his cologne and the heady scent of frankincense and myrrh, lingering from his vestments.

✧ Helping him understand how to use technology - while you know him as Father Paul, his true identity gives a more reasonable explanation for why he is so inept at modern technology. Others catch him constantly smiling down at his phone when your name pops up on his screen. You try to show him how to send photo images to each other, but often you get odd attempts at selfies that usually are blurred or too close up. While you prefer spending time together in person, it does give a safer alternative to constantly stay in touch without raising too much suspicion.

✧ Most times you see him one on one to be at night, when most of Crockett Island’s denizens are fast asleep. Just sitting in your kitchen, conversing and laughing over a cup of coffee. Some nights things progress further to the bedroom, but other nights the two of you find happiness just in the company of each other

✧ Late nights in his cabin, your head resting gently against his lap. Paul’s one hand flipping through his well loved and worn bible. The other hand idly running his fingers through your hair. The sound of the murky waves crashing against the shoreline mixed with Paul’s low hums of familiar hymns becoming the soundtrack of the evening.

✧ Mornings after accidentally staying over, too late to return to your house yet too early to make an inconspicuous exit. The window open, the heavy smell of sex and salt water clinging to both of your skin. Sometimes you just stare at him as he’s asleep, watching his chest rise and fall. His usually furrowed brows at rest, and signs of age seem to just melt off his face. Reaching your hand out to run a delicate finger against the curvature of his nose. Of his cupid’s bow. It's sinful how beautiful he is.

✧ He finds relief and only lets his guard down when you both visit the mainland together on some “church business.” This is the only time that you and Paul can reasonably be seen in public together. He can hold your hand, kiss you, and show as much public affection as you deserve without the watchful eyes of others. And stay together in a hotel room too, just like anyone else madly in love.

✧ Maybe you are his secret. One of many. But you are his best kept one by far.

#father paul hill x reader #father paul x reader #hamish linklater x reader #midnight mass 2021 #monsignor pruitt x reader #monsignor john pruitt x reader #hamfam

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@jegulus-microfic | jan 13 — wet | words: 714

this is part two of yesterday’s microfic. here’s part one

The rain is coming down heavier than it has in weeks, and Regulus just missed the last bus back to the studio.

It’s probably for the best. His bus pass has been expired for weeks, and it’s only a matter of time before someone catches on. The smart thing to do would be call James. It would be so much easier than walking back in this downpour. He just…can’t bring himself to do it, so he starts walking.

They’ve been on a few dates now. James takes him to places he could never dream of affording, and he doesn’t put up a fight when James insists on paying. He makes up little lies—oh, my phone broke just this morning and all my fancy clothes are at the dry cleaners—and James insists on giving him the money to replace it all. Regulus’ plan is working perfectly.

So why does he feel so bad about it?

James is a decent guy. He doesn’t ask too-personal questions, he doesn't ask for more than Regulus is willing to give—by all accounts, he’s a gentleman. He has to know that Regulus is just using him for his money at this point, but it doesn’t seem to deter him from asking to spend more time together.

Maybe that’s the problem. Taking advantage of a creepy older rich guy is fine until he turns out to not be a creep. He seems to genuinely give a shit about Regulus, and that can’t be said for many other people. Maybe he should call things off before James gets too attached.

“Regulus?”

Fuck.

A familiar car pulls up next to him, and he knows he can’t just walk away. With a sigh, he braces himself and turns to see the driver. “Are you stalking me now, Potter?”

James rolls his eyes, but there’s a stupid affectionate grin on his face that makes Regulus’ stomach flip. “You know I can’t get enough of you,” he teases. “Is there a reason you’re out in the rain? You’re soaking wet.”

“Fancied a walk,” Regulus says dismissively. He tries to ignore the shiver that runs through his body as he’s forced to acknowledge how truly drenched his clothes are. Even his socks are wet. Gross.

“Get in the car, Reg. I’ll take you home,” James offers. Regulus is about to decline, but the car door swings open and he realises he has no choice.

James’ car is far too nice for him to be dripping rainwater on the seats. It seems like every surface is heated, and James still reaches into the backseat to produce a blanket for Regulus. It’s not fair. He’s too nice.

“Can you just take me back to the studio?” he asks as James starts the car.

“You should really go home, Reg. Dry off. I don’t want you getting sick,” James insists. “Let me know where you live and I’ll drive you there.”

“Just take me to the studio, James.” This is the moment Regulus has been dreading—the moment it all falls apart. James is going to put the pieces together and realise that Regulus has been lying to him this entire time. It shouldn’t be so terrifying. He was going to end things with James anyway. Maybe it wasn’t James getting attached that he needed to worry about.

But James doesn’t say anything. He just nods and begins the drive back to the dance studio. In the time it takes to get there, Regulus’ clothes have begun to dry, but the discomfort has found its way into his bones. This isn’t how he wanted his last moment with James to go.

Always a gentleman, James walks Regulus right up to the door of the studio. “Call me in a few hours and let me know that you’re still feeling okay, yeah?” James asks, and Regulus offers him a curt nod. If they were really dating, this is the moment they’d kiss goodbye, but they don’t. This has only ever been transactional for Regulus, and he thinks James might finally be figuring that out.

“Goodnight, Regulus. Take care of yourself,” he says, offering Regulus one last smile before making his way back to the car. Regulus watches him drive off, feeling a lot like he left his heart in the passenger’s seat.

#marauders #marauders fic #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus microfic #ao3 writer #kit's microfics

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romantiqueofthemind · 2 years

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Dreaming of You

Hiiii so I thought of this plot last night and I wrote it all todayyyy. I really like it so far and I want to make it into a series. Lmk what you guys thinkkkk

The song is optional, I thought it went well with this part.

(Part 2 is here!)

Summary: Y/n has a wet dream and Austin helps her finish.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering

Word Count: 2.2k

Song (optional): Streets (Silhouette Remix)- Doja Cat

You and your boyfriend James had been together for about a year. However, you had known Austin for two. At first you got the idea that he hated your guts. He would always stare you down, or you would feel greatly intimidated whenever you would speak to him. He never liked James, he had actually advised you not to date him when you started to like him. But now you had to hear constant complaints and comments from Austin about James. Although Austin wasn’t your boyfriend, you never really saw him the type to be. You two were so different on so many things. You couldn’t agree on a single topic, it was amazing how you two were even friends. You guessed both of you could say you were there for each other when the other needed it.

The sexual tension was immaculate between the two of you, even though you never did anything or really had the desire to until recently. The thing about Austin though, he may be a lot of things, even an asshole sometimes, but he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to. He wouldn't force you to cheat on James, even though he couldn't stand the fucker and deep down, you and him both knew he could fuck you better. Shit, maybe even treat you better. Not to say James treated you badly, he was sweet and good to you, but he expected a lot out of you sometimes. Most nights when James and you clashed on small things, you mostly just brush it off as to not cause an argument and prevent an anxiety attack.

It seemed like ever since you started dating James, the sexual tension between you and Austin only seemed to get stronger. Not really from your side, but from Austin. There have been times or opportunities when you could have full blown cheated on James and he would have been completely oblivious to it because according to Austin, "James is a jackass." And believe it or not, it actually kind of got to you where part of you wondered what it would be like to fuck Austin. You blamed it on the way he teased you verbally and sometimes physically. Whether that be when you two would hang out and there would be conversations like "Does he even satisfy you baby?" "Why does it matter Austin?" "It doesn't to me, but if you claim to be in love with someone, shouldn't they satisfy you in all aspects?" "I guess." You never claimed to love James, or Austin, but you still trusted Austin enough to go to him and vent about your "shit relationship."

You can't say you weren't a little relieved when James had to fly out to New Jersey for a family vacation for two weeks. He had tried to convince you to go with him, but you preferred not to, knowing his family was mostly everything you didn't like about James. You couldn't stand spending two weeks with them. Mostly, you either hung out at the apartment you shared with James, or you would go hang out with Austin.

A few nights after James had left, you had a pretty bad nightmare and immediately called Austin and asked if you could stay the rest of the night at his place. He obliged and within 10 minutes, you were knocking at his door and he answered wearing nothing but sweatpants, his tired blue eyes met your scared bloodshot ones. "You okay baby?" He asked, his voice raspy and tired. All you could do was wrap your arms around him and nod. He hugged you back before motioning for you to come inside and to his bedroom. You lay on the opposite side of his bed, wrapping yourself in the warm comforter blanket and placing your head on the soft pillow, all of which smelled like Austin in the best way, which actually might've helped you fall asleep faster. "Goodnight Aus.." You said softly with your eyes closed. "Night."

You were at your apartment, which was weird because you didn't remember driving back home. You hear a knock at the door and as soon as you open it, you see Austin standing in the doorway, staring you down in a way that put thousands of butterflies in your stomach. "What are you doing here Austin?" Your friend just smirked and walked inside, inviting himself in. "I came to see you. You texted me to come over." You looked at him confused, but then were caught off guard when Austin slammed his lips against yours, wrapping his hands around your waist lifting you up onto the dining room table. As taken aback as you were by this, you didn't hesitate to stop him, no matter how loud that voice inside you was screaming at you to stop. He moved from your lips, to your neck all the way down your body, stopping at your thighs. He lifted your top up, kissing your stomach softly as he unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down to your ankles along with your panties. He kneeled down between your legs and started kissing your inner thighs moving higher and higher up until he reached your heat. You rolled your head back moaning the moment you felt his tongue lick up your slit and make small circles on your clit. You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair pulling gently. You pulled his hair harder when you felt his tongue enter you, his groans low and sexy. The more he licked and sucked the closer you got. You nearly lost it when you felt him nip gently at your clit, allowing you to moan his name in the most provocative way.

You opened your eyes panting softly, heart pounding. You were still in Austin’s room. You lifted your sleep shorts and panties to see and feel them dampened between your legs. "Shit.." You say softly before turning around to took at Austin who seems to still be asleep. You turned over to face the edge of the bed trying to sort through your mind what you had exactly dreamt about. Your heart nearly stops when you feel Austin turn over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, turning you to face him. "Y/n, what were you dreaming about?" He asked looking at you with his intimidating blue eyes. “N-nothing.” you say as to try not to draw anymore attention to the thought.

You felt his hand gently stroke your thigh as he said “Well it must have been something because from the way your squeezing your thighs together, it must have been one hell of a dream.” He smirked before moving to hover over you, his fingers tracing lines around your waist near your panties. You’re heart starts beating a million miles an hour when he starts to pull them down. You’re hand immediately goes to his wrist as you look him in his beautiful yet intimidating blue eyes as you try to tell him to stop, but he speaks before you can get a chance to. “Relax baby, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just going to help you out.” His low raspy voice only made things worse between your legs. He moves back up to kiss and nip your neck, you letting out a soft moan as he did so. “Austin…I can’t have any hickeys…James would kill me.” You managed to mutter out in between moans as you felt his fingers trace small patterns on your inner thighs moving closer and closer to your heat. “Shhh…I’m not going to do anything stupid baby. I just want you to close your eyes.” He said taking a break from your neck to look at you. You took a deep breath and did as he said. “Are they closed?” You hummed and nodded to confirm, then felt your heart skip a beat when you heard Austin whisper to you “Good girl.”

You were trying to get your breathing under control because to be honest, you were nervous and the thought of you being with Austin clouded your mind, but the thought of cheating on and hurting James, someone who didn’t deserve it, caused you to build up some anxiety. Austin must have read your mind or felt you trying to control your breathing because almost immediately you heard him say “Relax. You’re okay baby. I’m going to take care of you.” You took a deep breath and nodded before squeaking out a soft “okay..” “Don’t open your eyes. Just keep them closed and think about what you were dreaming about.” in the same soothing tone as before. Usually his told is a bit intimidating, but this one was softer and more gentle.

You’re breath hitched when you felt him pull your panties down to your ankles and ran two of his fingers up and down your slit before going back to kissing your neck again. You moaned softly as you pushed against his fingers, feeling him smile against your neck he whispered on your skin “God, you’re so fucking wet.” before placing one soft kiss to your collar bone as he pushed both fingers inside you, working up a slow pace of going in and out. The feeling of Austin’s fingers stretching you out was just enough to make you pull him closer, and placing your hand on his wrist as he continued his pace. “Don’t stop baby…” You moaned as you began grinding your hips against his fingers, getting more and more wet by the second.

You thought about your dream. You thought about how Austin’s head looked between your legs. You thought about how great his tongue felt, how he touched you, how he talked to you. You were now just focusing on Austin in general. How great it feels to have his warm body against yours, his raspy voice calling you baby all the time, God, how hot he looked when he got angry or frustrated. You thought of his fingers inside you, what they were doing, then you’re mind went to how great it would feel to have him inside you. How hard he would go, how rough he would be, but you also thought about how gentle he could be with you. You’re thoughts were interrupted when you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter, causing you to grind harder and faster onto his fingers that were now curved upwards, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You also happened to notice that Austin was panting softly into your neck. You were so close to going over the edge you weren’t sure you could hold it any more. “Austin..Fuck I’m so close…” Austin didn’t say anything back, instead he just began rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb that was..already there? When did he start playing with your clit? Regardless it caused you to arch your back and grip the comforter as you let out a louder moan. Your legs were starting to twitch, and your walls were flexing around Austin’s fingers more and more which caused a moan from him. “Cum for me baby. I know your close. Just let it go for me. Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s hand.” And that, that was enough to send you over the edge and then some. You let out a loud moan, almost a scream as you felt your orgasm wash over your body. You pulled Austin closer as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you gently to help you ride out your climax.

You tried to catch your breath as Austin pressed a few more soft kisses on your neck before pulling his fingers out and licking them. He smirked and looked at you as he whispered "You taste so good baby." All you could do was whimper softly. The power this man held on you was insane. He softly kissed your forehead before asking "Do you want me to clean you up baby?" Your heart immediately started racing again. What just happened was great but you don't know how your body would handle what had actually happened in your dream. "I can just shower real quick.." You spoke softly. Austin chuckled "Why don't I just get you a towel for now baby? You can shower when you wake up in the morning." You nodded as Austin went to the bathroom and handed you a towel. He pressed another kiss to your head before saying softly "I'll be right back baby. I need to go take care of something. You can have one of my shirts to sleep in if you want." You hesitantly nodded, still to stunned to speak because of what happened. Your brain was still trying to process the fact that Austin had fingered you, and you just had the best orgasm of your life because of it.

While Austin was in the bathroom, you quickly changed into one of his shirts and sweatpants. They were a bit big on you, but you found it all the more comfortable. You decided to lay back down in bed and wait for Austin. A few minutes later you heard him come out of the bathroom and felt him lay next to you, once again wrapping his arms around you. You hated to admit it, but part of you deep down felt truly happy. Not the type of false happiness you felt with James. You loved being in bed with Austin as he held you. One thing you knew for sure was that you intended on making the most out of this next week and a half with Austin.

Part 2???

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