#summer dacosta fluff

[asvterias]

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 ~ 𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺

summer masterlist || clarisse’s version || robyn’s version

warnings: just minor cursing!!

pairings: summer dacosta ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: very clingy!summer x very!clingy!reader, kinda naive!reader, smitten!summer, wholesome fluff between summer’s family & reader, chaotic family goals, summer’s sister is named after months (idek 🤷🏾‍♀️), reader is considered a sister/daughter-in-law by summer’s close family, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL 🤞🏾😘), mentions of marrying, summer is VERY DOWN for reader

summary: in which, spending the christmas holiday with your girlfriend’s family takes a surprising outcome.

word count: 2.7k+

tag list: @xanasaurusrex @star-girl69 @nvirskies @thegiganticgirlkisser @novastarrs @karslyn @yourmom-25s-blog @matchmalonee @missingaevelynhugo @symp4nat @marvel8169 @lyzsaphrodite @babyzzlove @shark1008 @rztaros@ocaeies @oceean @onxlyficcharacter @glwmcres

author’s note: i didn’t know which character to write it for so decided to do both alternate versions.

Song Playing — Margaret by Lana Del Rey (just the main chorus is used)

‘Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Visiting your girlfriend’s family for Christmas was an occasion you dearly anticipated. It was great reuniting with her family for the holidays and relaxing from the stress of school.

Summer’s parents were Charlotte and Jamal Dacosta, who were married for 30 years and wonderfully nurtured an all-girls family. Her parents had three younger daughters, assuming they were triplets, named April, May, and June, now 13 years old.

Right now, they had just gone errand shopping, leaving you and Summer alone in the house, and wouldn’t be back until a few hours later. Deciding to take advantage of your alone time, you two made it quite worthwhile, firstly unpacking your suitcases. Every moment spent together was precious and memorable so you made every time unforgettable.

When you know, you know

When you know, you know

Soon after, you two did each other’s hair, wore matching clothes, horribly danced and sang, watched your favorite movies, cooked lunch together, and made out all in the span of five hours.

By evening, her family reached home, hands filled with Christmas-related supplies, some being groceries. Guess they also did some last-minute grocery shopping as well. While everyone was decorating the Christmas tree, all humming along to Christmas songs and dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, including you. Summer’s parents never singled you out, you were their eldest daughter’s girlfriend, a huge reason why Summer’s smile brightened immensely for the past 2 years. You felt grateful to be a part of such a loving family, and they never let you forget it. Her siblings admired you, especially June, the youngest one, she was very shy, unlike her older siblings who were all brazen and outgoing. June loved the attention you gave her, aware she was your favorite sister.

Later that same day, the Dacosta family was arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, many voices overlapping with different opinions in mind.

“Y/N should choose, she’s our guest.” Jamal bargained with his daughters.

“Yeah, Dad, because all of our guests basically live here and are dating Summer.” April sarcastically replies.

“Young lady, you better watch that tone!” Her dad, Jamal warns.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole,” June shouts at April.

“Language, June!” Charlotte chastises her youngest daughter with a firm look.

“Did I lie?! Exactly, I never lie.” April taunts.

It kinda makes me laugh, runnin’ down that path

When you’re good as gold

“Y/N’s basically our sister-in-law at this point, we don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore.” May points out. “Or did I only see Summer’s pinboard with all things wedding-related, alongside a picture of her and Y/N?”

“Shut up, you little snitch,” Summer flings the mixing spoon in May’s direction, “What the hell were you even doing in my room?”

“Ummm we’re siblings, I needed some jewelry and I politely took some without your knowledge, it’s not a crime...”

“Yeah, it is a crime,” April chimes in, crossing her arms, “It’s called stealing,”

“And you’re suddenly lacking jewelry?!”

“Ehh not really,” May shrugged nonchalantly, “You weren’t home so the opportunity kinda raised itself.”

“But I locked the door!”

“And I opened the door with a bobby pin, it’s not rocket science!”

“Mom!” Summer yelled, resorting immediately to discipline, “Aren’t you gonna say something to them? This is a complete invasion of my privacy!”

Charlotte looks at the triplets, “Girls, it was very wrong to sneak and snoop through your sister’s room.”

“Me! I never participated in such activities,” April defends herself, “That was all May and June.”

“June, you were in on too?”

“Like I said I got bored and called June,” May grinned.

“June!” Summer shouts betrayed at her youngest sister.

“Sorry, May was very convincing.” June murmurs, too ashamed, avoiding making eye contact with her eldest sister, “Besides, I think the pinboard was very lovely. Are you guys really getting married to each other or is Summer just manifesting?”

“The truth comes out once and for all,” April laughs, eating the spare marshmallows.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you’re old, you’re old

“Shut up April!” Your girlfriend yells at her sister.

“Don’t tell April to shut up!” May exclaims.

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“But Y/N can!” May concluded and turned to you, “Y/N shut Summer up! She’s puppy-dog whipped for you, we all know it!”

“See the kind of family you’re marrying into, Y/N, enjoy it while it lasts.” April teases you, nudging your side slightly.

You paid no attention to April’s comment, eyes glued on Summer as she consistently argued with her sisters. Everything was hectic right now, and your reaction towards it certainly wasn’t helping anyone, especially your girlfriend.

“What is she talking about?” You turned to your girlfriend, watching her shoulders tense up as she awkwardly shuffled on her feet.

“Nothing important,” Summer dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“Nothing important,” May mocks her eldest sister, “You basically planned the rest of your lives together, I wouldn’t classify that as nothing.”

“I’m gonna literally kill you,” Summer fiercely glares at May, “Mark my words!”

“Wow, I’m so scared,” May rolls her eyes.

“Imma show you scared, alright,” Summer began to venture towards May but her father’s reflexes were quicker, and grabbed his daughter. Jamal keeps his grip strong, stopping Summer’s actions of attacking her younger sister.

“How about we all go bake some cookies to settle down?” Jamal suggested, still holding his eldest daughter, waiting for her to calm down. May stuck her tongue out, spurring Summer’s annoyance, who struggled to escape her father’s strong grip.

“That’s a good idea!” Charlotte agrees, clapping her hands.

Summer’s parents made all of you settle into the kitchen, tasking each sibling with various tasks of baking gingerbread cookies. Luckily, you were given the easiest job, icing them after they cooled down whilst Summer made the hot cocoa. For the rest of the night, Summer and May were distanced furthest away from each other, hesitant if another sibling fight was to break out.

Your girlfriend’s irritation at her sister simmered down at the sight of you. Keeping her close to you made her mind hazy, forgetting all about the earlier argument and focusing all her affection on you. Being clingy with each other, Summer hugged you from behind, kissing your neck as you giggled at her actions, miserably failing to put the icing on the gingerbread cookies.

Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring

The soul that you bring to the table

“Stop doing that, babe.” You squirm from her kisses, an easygoing smile evident on your lips. “I don’t wanna mess up the gingerbread cookies,”

“Why should I? You clearly love it.”

Her hands wander onto the inside of your pajama shirt, lingering her soft touch across your stomach, kneading at the flesh. Your girlfriend stares at you, viewing your side profile, observing your cute mimics, and admiring your beautiful melanin skin.

“I do, but the gingerbread cookies—“

“Will be fine besides everything you do is perfect,”

“So will you let me focus?!”

You thought so; it was worth a try.

“Nope.” she squeezed your waist tighter, resting her head against the back of your shirt, “Just pretend that I’m not here.”

“That’s quite impossible, I could never fathom you not being here.” She presses light kisses on your shoulders as her curly hair tickles your neck, giving you tiny goosebumps.

“Stop being sappy, that’s my job!”

“Never!”

One that makes me sing

In a minor key

She gently pecks your lips, and feeds you a marshmallow, both smiling in contentment at each other’s presence.

To end the night off, her parents stuck to their created tradition. It was a tradition in the Dacosta household to watch Christmas movies every night in December, to keep the winter season alive. You thought it was cute, and instantly adored the little family tactic. Summer didn’t mind her family’s tradition, quite accustomed to it from a toddler, and now since you were dating, no complaints left her mouth. As long as you were beside her, or holding her, she slept like a baby, comforted in your arms.

Eventually, on Christmas Day, extended family is invited over and that hassle is settled down again with the same method.

After hours of incoherent curses and overlapping yelling, the classical ‘Home Alone’ movie was finalized and everyone was huddled up on couches in the living room. Her siblings took the bigger couch, sitting directly in front of the television whilst you and Summer sat on the right couch, partially facing the television and her parents sat opposite.

The lights were dim, giving the room a much cooler vibe to drift asleep in. Munching down on cookies and drinking hot chocolate as you snuggled up with Summer with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two.

“I wish we could be like this forever,” she whispers in your ear.

“Me too.”

There were some beats of silence, canceling out the movie sound effects as you remembered the huge sibling dispute, regarding the topic of marriage, and Summer wanting to be your future wife.

That innuendo May had teased you about clawed at your mind and made you anything but curious. Since it stemmed from a whole argument from Summer, this discussion wasn’t a light topic to handle, but you wanted answers! You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Hopefully, there aren’t limited answers to the questions you desire to ask, which will leave you irritated. You want the whole truth, not the half or a quarter, you just want the full truth and if your girlfriend knows what’s best for her, she’ll be completely honest with you.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

Certainly, you misheard what your girlfriend’s sister had so brazenly said to you. Summer wanted to marry you, sure it was a little stretch, you’ve been dating for 2 years now, so you didn’t think that thought would cross her mind. It didn’t even cross your mind. Never mind, that was a fucking lie, seeing as your Pinterest board is mostly dedicated to wedding-related content but you kept that private. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, apparently, that thought had crossed her mind, and it remained there.

So asking the question couldn’t hurt, right? Not that it was a complicated question which depends on your girlfriend’s response. Or maybe confirming your assumptions would end your overthinking once and for all.

“Hey, babe.” you look up at her.

And when you’re old, you’re old

Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring

“Mhmmm…” her attention no longer directed on the movie, peers down at you.

“About May’s earlier statement, is that true?”

At first, she stayed silent, contemplating her upcoming words. She exhaled slowly, nodding gently, and whispered back, “Yeah, it’s true.”

Your eyes sparkle in astonishment, “Really? You want to marry me?”

“I’d be crazy not to…and I know that might be moving too fast but I’ve never been so certain about anything else in my life..well besides dating you. You’re my absolute dream girl and someday I wanna make you my wife.”

You giggle, hiding away your flustered face, “But I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was kinda embarrassed,” she sheepishly admits, “Scared kinda.”

“Scared?!” You shake your head. “You?! The most confident girl I know was too scared to tell me this?!”

That soul that you bring to the table

One that makes me sing

“I was scared of your reaction; that you’d possibly freak out thinking I’m moving too fast in this relationship and end it all.”

“You’d really think I would break up with you over a future reference?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “It’s not a crime to think about those things, even I thought about our marriage from time to time.”

Summer stared at you, shell-shocked as she stammered on her words, “You thought about it too?” Like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured her, bringing your interlocked hands to your chest, and squeezing her hands tightly.

“No bullshitting, right?”

“No bullshitting whatsoever.”

All Summer did was flash you a toothy grin and briefly peck your lips.

“Guess what, then?”

“What?” She bites her lower lip, brown eyes glowering at you.

“I wanna marry you too.” You stated.

“Why not we get—“

“Ehh Hey!! Lovebirds!” May whisper-shouts interrupt your lovey-dovey bubble.

“What?” Summer grew agitated by her sister’s interruption.

“Keep it down! Some of us are trying to watch the movie.”

“Mind your own business then!” she rolls her eyes at her sister, throwing a pillow towards May.

“You’re really a fool in love,” You chuckle.

“Only a fool for you, I promise you that.”

“You’re a lovesick fool regardless.”

In a minor key

Diamond on your ring

This time she shifts her full attention onto you, eyes sparkling in admiration as a warm smile appears on her face, “Now, my darling wife, where were we?”

“Oh, so we’re starting the names early then?”

“Well, I definitely intend to make you my future wife, why not get a headstart?” She winks, gazing at her beloved girlfriend.

You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Summer’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Summer’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.

“I think that’s a great idea, my love.” You sigh, finally pulling away from the kiss, your thumb gliding across her soft cheeks as she smiles lovingly at you. Every day you wake up, guessing how truly lucky you are to be dating her, to be her forever girl, to be her future wife. Instead, she always reassures you that she’s the only lucky one to be dating such a unique woman as yourself. You two made each other complete, like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be together, destined to stay together forever, to overcome any obstacle thrown your way made to test your love. Summer didn’t know what it was like to be truly in love and to experience severe heartbreak whenever you’re not around, and now she understands why couples are so clingy with each other. Now she fully comprehends why love languages are important to express, if not some, maybe all of them. Love is deemed too powerful, and the stability depends on both partners’ perseverance to keep their relationship thriving for the better. Summer knew love changes a person, whether it is for better or for worse, weighing on the aspects of a healthy or unhealthy relationship. Without a doubt, Summer knew you were her soulmate, from the moment everything connected with you two, and how perfect your kisses were, she couldn’t find a more perfect girl anywhere. You were her girl, her only girl, her perfect girl, and hopefully her forever girl.

Either way, you two were utterly obsessed with each other, and nothing or nobody could ruin it, not if both of you had anything to say.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

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[lyzsaphrodite]

༊*·˚ Home is Where the Heart is ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Dior Goodjohn x fem!reader

synopsis: You and Dior are long distanced and she decides to surprise you by coming to visit you for your birthday.

warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff

a/n: this is not my best writing ever i just wanted to get this out while i work on the Summer fic

You and Dior have been in a long-distance relationship for about a year and a half now. You met on the set of Percy Jackson and instantly clicked; she ended up asking you out two months into filming. After season one wrapped, she went back home to LA, and you returned to your hometown. You haven't seen each other in person since filming wrapped six months ago, because you're still in school. You guys text multiple times a day and FaceTime at least once a day, but it's still hard for both of you. Especially for you since your love language is physical touch, and you just like to have physical connections with people. Your birthday was coming up, so Dior thought it would be an amazing idea if she came and surprised you. She planned it all out with your family; she would fly in on your actual birthday and stay for a month.

Today was finally your birthday. You woke up to look at your phone and found a bunch of birthday wishes from friends, family, and even fans. But none from the person that mattered most to you. You didn't think she would ever forget your birthday. Maybe she just wasn't awake yet, even though it was currently noon, which means it was 9 in LA, and she's always up before 9. But you just decided not to worry about it. You still had the whole day. You were really bummed that she wouldn't be able to come for your birthday, but you understand that she's busy with her music and everything. You got out of bed, took a shower, and got ready for the day. You and your best friend decided to go shopping for your birthday. You visited all your favorite stores, getting all of your birthday freebies. By the time you and your best friend headed home, it was around 4 o’clock, and you've yet to get a message from Dior, which made you visibly disappointed. Your best friend kept seeing you checking your messages every few minutes and finally decided to say something.

“I’m sure she didn't forget; you know her, she's always busy with something.”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure everyone but her has wished me a happy birthday though. Like even at the mall, those fans who came up to us to say happy birthday, I didn't even know them. And I thought she would be one of the first to say it.”

You finally arrived home and went straight upstairs to put your bags down and take off your shoes. You were home for around 30 minutes when you finally heard the doorbell ring.

“Y/N, someone's here for you,” your mom yelled. You had no clue who it could be; you weren't expecting anyone.

“Coming!” you yelled back to your mom. You hurried down the stairs to the front door, and standing there was Dior with her bags and a gift. She looks just as beautiful as she always does.

“Hey, baby,” she said, smiling.

You had absolutely no idea how to react; you were definitely not expecting this at all. You ran to her and jumped to hug her. As she held and hugged you, you started to tear up.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren't able to come.”

“I wanted to surprise you, sweet girl.”

“How long are you staying?”

“For a month.”

“Oh my gosh, no way!”

“Way!”

“OMG, and Mom, you knew about this?”

Your mom just smiled and nodded.

“Yep, and so did your best friend.”

“OMG!! I cannot believe this; I thought you forgot my birthday!”

“I could never forget your birthday, mamas.”

You and Dior share a passionate kiss, the weight of her surprise visit lifting a heavy burden off your shoulders. In that moment, all the worries and doubts melted away, replaced by the warmth of her presence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The month that followed was a whirlwind of joy and reconnection. Every day felt like a treasure, filled with laughter, adventures, and stolen moments of affection. Whether it was exploring your hometown together, cooking meals side by side, or simply cuddling on the couch watching movies, every second was cherished. On the day of her departure, you stood at the airport, hand in hand, hearts heavy with the weight of impending separation.

"I wish we lived closer," you managed to say, your voice breaking slightly as you fought back tears, the airport's din muffling your words.

Dior's eyes softened, mirroring the sorrow in your own as she squeezed your hand gently. "I know, darling. It's hard saying goodbye every time," she murmured, her voice tinged with empathy.

You leaned into her embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence amidst the impersonal hustle of the airport. "I hate it when you leave," you stated simply, your voice carrying a mix of longing and frustration, the airport's commotion providing a stark backdrop to your heartfelt confession.

Dior's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if trying to shield you from the pain of separation. "I feel it too, love. It never gets any easier," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in her shoulder, the weight of longing settling heavily in your chest. "I just wish we could be together more often," you confessed, your voice barely audible above the noise of the crowd.

Dior's fingers brushed through your hair soothingly, her touch a silent reassurance. "Me too, sweetheart. But no matter the distance, you'll always have my heart," she vowed, her words a promise of enduring love.

And as you stood together in the midst of the bustling airport terminal, surrounded by the chaos of departure, you found solace in the simple act of being together, knowing that no matter where life may take you, your love would always be a constant, guiding light in the darkness.

this is unusually short because I didn't know how to end it

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[asvterias]

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍 ~ 𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺

summer masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: just some cursing!!

pairings: summer dacosta ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: both touch starved reader & summer, very clingy!summer x clingy!reader, reader is described as being easy to carry, jealous!summer being a little shit starter (whilst being very hot), summer is VERY petty which we LIVE for!!, kinda ooc!summer, cocky!summer x flustered!reader

summary: during a christmas party hosted by your girlfriend’s extended family, drama ensues when one of her cousins flirts with you, causing tension between you and your girlfriend, summer.

word count: 3.0k+

tag list: @xanasaurusrex @star-girl69 @nvirskies @thegiganticgirlkisser @novastarrs @karslyn @sh1nnryuu @yourmom-25s-blog @matchmalonee @missingaevelynhugo @symp4nat @marvel8169 @ampitrit3 @lyzsaphrodite @babyzzlove @shark1008 @rztaros @oceean @ocaeies @slaggylemon @loveyava @onxlyficcharacter

author’s note: i’m officially writing for summer dacosta considering i have like another fanfic halfway written for her! :) also dior’s new single comes out today so ig this title is kinda referencing the anticipated wait, anyways go stream it!!!

Everything was going great in your life, earning good grades in school, doing well in extracurricular activities, being interested in many hobbies, and dating the most loving girl. Her name is Summer Dacosta, you saw her Instagram page and followed her, very surprised to receive a follow-back notification from her. After that, you gained the courage to DM her, and from that interaction, you two became inseparable.

Your relationship was thriving, all love languages were expressed and communication was on point, solely speaking, any unhealthy relationship trait was nonexistent for the two of you. And yet, there was only one problem with your relationship��it was long distance. Long distance relationships were probably by far the worst relationships to maintain, displaying your love behind a phone screen and dealing with the torturous wait, obsessively counting down the days until you can physically reunite with them.

Living in two different hometowns was bearable but maintaining a long-distance relationship was a lot harder. You lived in Ontario, Canada, and Summer lived in Albany, New York. Both of your hometowns were distant, but you two made it desperately work, planning trips to visit each other on every holiday break, completely bound by the entirety of love. It has been 2 years since you started dating Summer, and your life was filled with joy, stupidly smitten with your social-media-obsessed, sarcastic girlfriend.

Of course, this Christmas break was like no other, you were flying out to visit Summer in New York. Last Christmas, she flew to Canada, so this year, you’d be flying to her hometown instead,

She had mentioned the statement, “New York is lovely during the Christmas season, you’ll love it.” It bubbled up anticipation in your stomach ever since, longing to experience Christmas in New York, alongside your girlfriend.

Luckily, that time had arrived, and that anticipation only grew stronger within the countdown to Christmas break. You were consumed with excitement throughout the whole ordeal from packing three months’ worth of clothes, and to actually arriving at the airport.

Summer would be with her friends and her parents, waiting for you at luggage arrival, holding up a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a handmade poster, welcoming you again in New York.

“Summer!” you squeal, running towards her and jumping into her arms.

With ease, she abruptly catches you, her hands resting on your waist and you nuzzle your face into her neck.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you murmured against her soft skin.

“I’ve missed you too gorgeous,” she muttered back, obsessed with your comforting touch.

During the whole car ride back to her home, Summer clung to your side, refusing to leave your side, even when you were eating lunch and unpacking your clothes too.

On your first night here, you reunited with your girlfriend’s close family and friends, to which Summer adored how well you got on with her loved ones. Very surprisingly, she didn’t know that it would take this little reunion to overextend for this long. Don’t get her wrong, she loves her family and friends but she hasn’t seen you since August, and there was lost time to make up for. From the moment she saw you in the airport, she was already all over you, stuck to your side. Often, you adored her clingy nature, similar to a cute koala bear, reciprocating the same manner.

It was quite obvious that Summer would have the most of your attention during your stay, and she was content with that. So she’ll guess her family and friends can have you for one night until her patience wears out, and she has to have you all over her.

All while you two could be cuddling right now, Summer pouted, craving your attention as she watched you playing board games with her cousins. At first, Summer scrolled through her phone, perched upon a high stool, only a few feet away from you bonding with her older cousins. Once Summer had gotten bored of her phone, she watched you play, catching your eyes with flirty winks every so often.

Summer kept a jealous eye on her brunette cousin, Samantha, who was rumored to have a crush on you despite you being in a happy relationship with your girlfriend Summer, her cousin. Throughout the entire outing, Samantha had been touchy nonstop with you and Summer noticed you were getting uncomfortable. At first, you took a kind approach to the situation, removing her hands from you and intentionally placing an airpod in your right ear to cease the flirting instinctively with a half-lipped smile, remaining loyal to your beloved girlfriend. Seemingly, Samantha couldn’t take a hint for some damn reason, so Summer was obligated to prove it, once and for all.

Not an ounce of faltering in her stride, she plastered on a tiny fake smile, grabbed Samantha’s arm, and dragged the other brunette behind her, you watched curiously at their interaction until they disappeared outside.

That was not your business, and you minded your business a lot. You turned to her cousins, sitting at the table, returning back into the game zone.

“Uno!” you slammed your last card on the deck. There were many clamors of disagreements as you smiled, relaxing in your chair, feeling very proud of winning almost all the games.

As soon as the two cousins were outside, Summer yanked her hand away from the girl’s wrist, acting very repulsed at her touch. The two girls glared at each other, both waiting for the other to speak up.

“Soon enough, Y/N’s gonna see you for who you really are.”

“And what’s that?”

“A social-media obsessed bitch,” she grinned devilishly.

“You know,” she dryly chuckles, “I’ve only been nice to you because my girlfriend doesn’t like drama. If she wasn’t in the next room, I would have beaten your ass by now without no remorse.”

“Oh, please,” Samantha looked unconvinced, crossing her arms, “I would like to see you try.”

Summer decided to hold her tongue, clenching her fists at her sides, avoiding swinging and landing a good punch at her cousin. She settled for an intimidating glare, took a step forward closer to Samantha, and began to speak once again.

“If you look at my girl like that again, if you flirt with my girl..if you even do much as breathe near my girl, I won’t be considerate enough to let you walk away without any bruises or injuries.” Summer seethes, fury and possessiveness filled her eyes, “Y/N is my girl, she will forever be mine, not yours!” she growled at her brunette cousin.

“Whatever, she’ll get tired of you soon enough.”

“No, she won’t.” The Dacosta girl stayed calm, not giving her annoying cousin the benefit of the doubt.

“Just wait!” Samantha seems hopeful, too hopeful for Summer’s liking. There’s no way Samantha, the same cousin who lit herself on fire for the thrill of it, is plotting the demise of Summer’s relationship. The brunette girl was truly delusional and Summer found it hilarious.

“Don’t worry while I’ll wait, I’m gonna makeout with my girlfriend Y/N whereas you desperately lack and crave the love life I have. Y/N’s a real good kisser, it’s a shame you’ll never experience her soft lips.” Summer knew the last comment wasn’t necessary but it felt satisfying to say.

The two cousins head back inside, and Summer walks over to you. She squeezed herself on your lap, feeling your hands entrapping themselves around her waist, needing to be in your personal space.

“Hey, baby,” you greet her with a fond smile.

“I love you, sweetheart, but shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She doesn’t respond, instead caressing your face and pressing her lips against yours. Startled by her sudden action, your eyes close, humming in the kiss, reciprocating it back, using much more force to deepen it. Your hands linger on Summer’s waist as her fingers brush over your smooth chocolate-brown skin.

Summer fully over exaggerated the kiss, sticking her tongue in your mouth, fully aware of Samantha’s eyes glaring holes in the back of her head. The kiss went on for some time, and eventually, her cousins acted like idiots, whistling loudly. Your girlfriend pulled away, confidence radiating from her while you were a flustering mess. Summer removed the braids blocking your face, and pushed them behind your ear, witnessing your innocent-like daze.

“We’ll talk about this later,” she whispers in your ear before getting off your lap.

It was quite worth the reaction she got from Samantha, who just stormed off, completely enraged at the teasing.

That should teach that convinning bitch not to bother what’s mine! Summer thought.

That same night as you and Summer started getting dressed for bed together, now cleansed and finished your skincare routine. You had stolen her favorite hoodie and pair of sweatpants, claiming that they were yours, forever owned by you.

“Babe, is that my clothes? Did you know I turned my whole room upside down looking for them?”

“Your clothes are my clothes, it’s basically a given by now!”

“So I don’t get any of your clothes?”

“Hey, you get some of my clothes!”

“Really? Like what!”

“Those many bonnets I gave you, those are accessories.” You point to the multiple bonnets hanging from her mirror. “Those hand-made jewelry I always create for you.”

“First of all, I love that you got me those generous accessories, but more of my clothes have been disappearing more than I can count.” She crossed her arms, “And I’m beginning to think you’re the main cause of it, princess.”

“I’m putting those clothes to great use!” You clarified, “Sweetheart, you’re the one so eager to unpack my bag, you didn’t even notice what I have worthy of stealing.”

“Before you leave, some of your clothes are no longer yours.”

“Well, I always wanted some more of your clothes that I’d had my eye on since yesterday.”

After that little conversation about your clothes and settled with a soft innocent kiss, she had brought up the topic of Samantha. You had to internally roll your eyes at the mention of her cousin and Summer started with an annoyed sigh.

“Since Sam doesn’t seem to know the meaning of you being taken, I had to take matters into my own hands,”

“You felt the need to prove it huh?” A small grin adorned your face.

“Of course I did. What, you didn’t like how I took control of the situation? She couldn’t keep her eyes off my girl so all she’s lucky for is not receiving a bitch-slap. She had to learn the hard way, not my fault she’s such a pussy.”

“No, I think it was absolutely sexy on you, if it gets that reaction every time then I should make you jealous more often,”

“Watch yourself now,” she pointed at you, intending to be stern but your smile brought a grin to her face, breaking her tough facade away.

“Wanna take a picture?” You nodded. She sat on her bed, facing you as she grabbed her digital camera.

“Come on,” she beckoned you to sit on her lap, and without any second thoughts, you settled yourself onto her lap. Summer wrapped her arms around you as your arms rested on her shoulders, she leaned in, surely intoxicated by your touch.

The Dacosta girl leaned in for a kiss, and with a warm smile, you accepted it, hypnotized by her lips. Both of your movements were slow-paced and gentle, and her hand caressed your cheek, deepening the intense kiss. Slowly but surely, her lips trailed down to your jaw, settling into your neck, placing small wet chaste kisses there. She sucked on your neck, tugging at the bare flesh, almost nipping at it, reveling in your soft whimpers and moans. If anything, your noises of pleasure only further encouraged her to create a small hickey and she did just that, allowing you to throw your head back.

“Smile for the camera, baby.” She whispers, observing the hickey she gave you.

During the sweet makeout shared, a sudden camera click flew across your head, but then a blinding white flash pulled you away from the alluring kiss. Staring at your girlfriend, you gasped at the digital camera and her phone, both clasped in her hands. She gazes at you, with beautiful doe brown eyes as the digital camera processes the 30-second video, and her phone loads the pictures.

“Please tell me you’re not thinking of sending that to your cousin.” You rhetorically asked.

A devious smile formed on your girlfriend’s lips and the amusement bounced around her eyes.

“No…”

You chuckle, gazing at the video of you two intensely kissing as Summer nuzzles her head into your neck, placing tiny kisses there, knowing you’d squirm. Her photos captured the couple beautifully, both of your eyes closed as you maintained a sweet kiss, one of Summer’s hands caressed your cheek, and the angle barely showed your lower bodies, nothing but the torso and up.

For the first 15 seconds, it was just the couple making out, nothing too explicit, so you relaxed. While her digital camera captured the more passionate essence, your lips moving in one accord, the light sound of lips smacking and her bed creaking slightly from your sudden movements.

But as the video progressed, it got more detailed, and extremely heated more than you’d realized. Summer smugly stares at you as you continue to watch the video, seemingly waiting for a moment you’ll never forget. In the video, Summer releases a low chuckle while trailing down your jaw, sharing a glance at the camera and mouthing the word ‘mines’ to the camera. Soon enough, she focused her attention back onto you and harshly nipped at your neck, as a sharp whine left your mouth and her smirk widened at the delightful sound. By the end of the video, your girlfriend boldly viewed your hickey on the camera, having the absolute audacity to zoom in, persistent on making it known.

You gasped in shock, unaware that Summer recorded your hickey scene, and the heat flushed your entire face.

“Summer, you had all that on video?!”

“Not the picture one at least, might make that my wallpaper. Might send her the video if she continues to want to fuck around and find out.”

“Summer Dacosta, you really are one in a million.”

She squints her eyes lovingly up at you, “Really? I’ve been complimented better.”

“By who?”

“Someone else that you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about.”

“I didn’t know you had a side bitch.”

“Not really a side bitch.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, “So I’m the side bitch?!”

“Tell me the other girl's name,”

“Alright,” she sighs, rolling her eyes, feigning annoyance at your command, “Her future name is Y/N M/N Dacosta.”

It took you a few seconds to catch on, and when you did Summer smiled. “You almost got an ass beating just now!” you shove her chest, “Stop fucking with my head,”

“From you?” She insists, “I wouldn’t be too against it.”

“You’re a vixen, I want you to know that, a gorgeous, sexy, sarcastic, little vixen.” You tease her, lifting her chin with your finger.

“And who’s dating this oh-so-very gorgeous, sexy, sarcastic vixen?”

“Me!”

“Hell yeah, you are!” She enthusiastically cheers, pulling you by the wrist into her chest, “I’d never cheat on you, you know that, princess. I’d be a fucking fool to ever do it.”

“Yeah, I know…”

You nodded in agreement, grinning widely after Summer briefly kissed and embraced you. Erupting in a fit of giggles, you stared over at your girlfriend, surprised to discover she was staring back. You almost broke eye contact, not expecting her lovestruck gaze to appear so magnetic, but you turned around, staring back at her. It was quiet between you two, there were no words to be spoken as everything that needed to be said was already expressed through eye contact.

Of course, love can be displayed in various ways, the most common method was verbally and rarely non-verbally. However, it forms a precious bond between the couple without speaking, sometimes necessary to share eye contact, and instantly know what the other is thinking.

A warm smile tugged at her lips and the corner of her eyes crinkled with visible endearment from your presence. “What are you thinking about, beautiful?” She gently whispered, her sweet smile never faltering, not once.

“Many things.”

“We’ve got time, and besides I’ll never get tired of your voice, I wholeheartedly adore it.”

You flustered underneath her gaze. Summer had a unique way of words, sweet-talking her way into your heart. She left no hesitation for doubts, always consistent in reassuring you.

“By the way, you totally could have beaten Sam’s ass.”

“I really could have.”

And that was the end of your first night in New York. In your opinion, you were loving it so far, and beyond ecstatic of the following days to come.

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[asvterias]

𝖱𝖾𝖽 𝖫𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 ~ 𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺

summer masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: just some cursing!!

pairings: summer dacosta ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: desperate to cure your boredom, you convince your girlfriend summer to initiate a bet, both negotiating the consequences for the loser. much to your surprise, you won the bet and summer isn’t quite frankly enthralled as you.

genres: touch starved!summer, reader and summer are cute chaotic couple goals asf!!, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL), summer has a morning voice (OMG) reader kinda easily forgets things, summer is a sneaky little minx to reader, consent is sexy, there is very little breast foreplay (fully clothed), making out scene, hickeys, seductive suggestions (again NOT SMUT; just making out)

word count: 5.3k+

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author’s note: a little blurb i thought was cute because i think summer is an underrated dior character who deserves recognition too! officially i’m not sure that i’ll begin writing for summer as yet, so i’ll just see how this one goes! next, i know absolutely NOTHING about makeup! also, i didn’t expect this oneshot to be this long, but the longer; the better, right?! for some reason, i kinda felt like this oneshot was mediocre in a way, but idk.

The following night was a lazy one, Summer’s parents went out grocery shopping with her siblings, the errand probably taking the whole day. It was around 7pm when her family left, and you were beginning to get bored of rewatching your favorite TV series. Fueled by boredom, you made a bet with your girlfriend; who would last longer without social media. It wasn’t a fair bet, you realized that, but there were no other challenging bets in mind right now.

You won the bet and your beloved girlfriend Summer lost as you rummaged for the makeup products on her bureau, leading up to your current position. To be exact, you straddled her lap, keeping her secure from escaping from your grasp, as you applied makeup onto her face. Annoyed by the turn of events, Summer kept her irritation silent, eyes settled lovingly onto you as a wide grin overtook your face.

Truth be told, you knew you were going to win, just by your patience and capability alone. To your knowledge, you took an interest in many hobbies so you weren’t glued to your phone, unlike your girlfriend. Since the day you started dating, you hadn’t fully comprehended her obsession with her phone, a constant need to update her followers about her everyday life. But as months passed, you learned to tolerate it, because of the love you held for your girlfriend but her addiction to her phone is very unhealthy. It was time for her to detach from the online world and reconnect with the real world.

As previously stated, the terms were that if you lost, you create a ‘get ready with me’ routine on YouTube and if she lost then she’ll allow you to put makeup on her. She hardly uses makeup, preferring to be all-natural, observing intensely when you do it yourself. You were quite enthusiastic about the outcome, but Summer not too much.

Her face was already cleaned and moisturized, ready for your magic hands. “You lost the bet, deal with it,” you squinted your eyes at the curly-haired girl as you added the concealer, and applied the powder across her cheek with the brush. Natural makeup was more simple and much less of a hassle Summer was preparing to make.

“It wasn’t a fair bet,” she huffed, slightly squirming under the brush’s touch.

“You can’t go on without your phone for an entire day?”

“What else is there to do?”

“Literally anything else, find a hobby and pursue it. Your phone isn’t everything.”

“This phone is my life,” she continues, holding the device tightly in her hand, and you send her a rhetorical look, “Besides the literal love of my life,” she attempts to reinstate herself but miserably fails at doing so.

“Nice try,” Summer meets an unimpressed look.

“Do you wanna blog this? My fans will love our wholesome moments.” She picks up her phone, ready to record.

You block her back camera screen with your hand, which her smile deflates and a pout forms on her face.

“Hmmm not tonight babe, social media just twists up every wholesome thing and makes it poisonous.” You closed the powder compact, discarding it in the heap of makeup supplies, and searched for your next item; the blusher.

“A lot of words just came out of your mouth that I didn't understand,” she deadpanned.

“Let me put it in much simpler terms, you are not blogging this, put your phone away and enjoy the real world, not everything has to be on social media.”

She nods reassuringly, placing her phone face forward on the desk beside the bed. You smile in appreciation of the action, finally discovering the blusher, matching with Summer’s undertone, returning to the task at hand.

“Well I apologize for doing that, I just want the world to see how beautiful my girlfriend is so they can be jealous.”

You laugh, “It’s not like I banned you, babe, just no internet today. Just both of us alone.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, throwing the blusher away as you picked up the eyeliner item.

“I’m not arguing with that.”

You flick the eyeliner tube onto her forehead, causing Summer to wince. “Keep still, babe,” you demanded the girl below you who shuffled. Very carefully, starting with her right eye, you drew in the eyeliner and hurriedly completed the other one.

“You know you’re really pretty,” Summer confesses, squeezing your hips, and making you squeak out in surprise. Summer was lucky that she didn’t get jabbed by the eyeliner pencil, or else this would have taken a different toll, involving sudden cries and pleas of apologies. The heat rushed to your cheeks, very grateful that blushes weren’t visible on your melanin skin, but rather by your frantic and flustered actions.

“Are you trying to make me lose focus?” you quirked an eyebrow at her, almost accusing her of such treachery.

“Why would I do that?” your girlfriend asks, slightly tilting her head, “It’s the truth, you are really pretty.”

You grin, staring at Summer, and planted a small kiss beside her lips, intentionally aiming for a faux kiss. She opens her mouth to protest, but you are faster, mentally prepared for your next words.

“Complain and you’re on a kissing ban.” Yep, you knew her real weaknesses, so just use the right timing and it was the perfect ultimatum. Your girlfriend immediately closes her mouth, letting you get back to work.

“No pouting,” your hand squeezes her cheeks, forcing out a fish lips imitation. She looks down at her gleeful expression, eyebrows furrowed as she stares up at you. “I don’t like seeing my girl sad of any sort.”

Once she nods, you let go and grab the mascara tube as her fingers roam down your thighs, lightly brisking the soft flesh.

“We’re halfway there, my love. Are you still gonna be patient with me?”

Upon your kind request, she nods enthusiastically with a half-lipped smile so you can apply the mascara. You chuckle, opening the mascara cover, and leaning towards her face, your breaths intermingling as one. She traces small shapes in your thighs and you bite down your lip in full concentration, a firm grip on the mascara as you begin to skim on her eyelashes.

“You’re really cute when focused.”

“How? You could barely even see me right now?”

“Because I know my lovely girlfriend from the heart.”

By now, her makeup was nearly completed, only the eyeshadow and lipstick needed to be done. You told her to open her eyes, showing her an eyeshadow palette consisting of sorts of shades.

“What color do you want?”

“Any color to your liking.”

“I’m indecisive as fuck be so serious right now.”

“Go with your instinct,” she attempts to narrow down the options.

“Hmmm…well, the red makes your eyes pop, but so does the green. Red, I’m choosing red!”

“Attagirl,”

“Close your eyes.”

She sighs heavily, doing as instructed. “Stop being overdramatic, that’s my tactic.” You retort.

Good thing, eyeshadowing felt like a breeze to you, and Summer’s patience allowed it…well for the most part. “Are you almost done yet?” she whined, her mouth astray and her eyelids began to flutter, ruining your technique.

“Stop moving your eyes, babe.” you gritted through your teeth, gently grabbing her face, carefully keeping it in place.

“It’s ticklish.”

“I know, my love, but please stay still.”

“You know if you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask, my kisses are unlimited to you, just like my unconditional love for you.”

“Sweet talker, sounds like you’re the one desperate for a kiss,”

“Fine, you got me!” her sweet tone disperses, tone dropping a few octaves, pleading with her doe eyes, “Now please, can I get a kiss?”

“Not with that attitude!”

She exhaled quietly, reinforcing her statement, careful to avoid getting on your bad side, “Can I please get a kiss from you?”

You grinned at Summer and planted a small kiss on her lips, very similar to a soft peck.

She protests in annoyance, “Hey what was that?”

You leaned closer, noses hardly glazing as Summer’s breath hitches and the couple shared immediate eye contact. She thought you were going to kiss her, but she thought wrong, observing the coy smirk resting on your lips.

“It was a kiss, my love.” you leave a wet kiss on her nose, smiling softly as you pull away. Summer was so flustered that it was adorable, urging you to continue.

“Hardly even a kiss!”

“Be grateful!”

She huffs, crossing her arms, frustration reflecting on her facial features.

“Still wasn’t a real kiss…”

“You didn’t specify which kind of kiss,” you inform her, “Details are very important.”

“Yeah, I know that…” she whispers, avoiding eye contact and her fingers thrum against your hips.

“And, yet?” you hinted.

“You know I prefer real long kisses.” she babbles on, connecting her eyes onto yours, giving you a pointed look, “Where they’re sweet and passionate and not haste and torturous like that kiss was!”

“How about after I’m done with your makeup, with no more complaints than we can makeout. How does that sound, babe?”

She begrudgingly nodded slowly, seemingly understanding the deal, and relaxed her head further into the pillows. Finally, you’re doing the lipstick, that part Summer actually enjoys. Your girlfriend kept you under a keen eye, analyzing your movements, and thinking about what to do next. An idea popped up in her mind, an irking thought just to witness your reaction as you close the lipstick lid, and a devious smirk forms on her face.

Very swiftly, she brings her face towards yours, hastily pressing a large sloppy kiss onto your lips, the red smudge visible as Summer smirks smugly.

“Babe…” you send her a warning look, lips pursed and an eyebrow raised, trying to process what she just did. “Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you just did— Summer!” You looked at her, blinking as if that would turn back time. Maintaining eye contact, as you stared in silence, stealthy of the other’s movements, drowning out the music playlist Summer’s stereo was playing.

Muah! Another red kiss mark at the left corner of your lips.

“Stop–“

Muah! Another red kiss mark at the right corner of your lips.

“Doing–“

Muah! Another red kiss mark on your nose.

“That!”

Muah! This kiss lasted longer for some reason, her lips landed on your neck, eagerly waiting for another sloppy kiss but it never came. Instead, multiple sloppy kisses were littered all over your neck, the red lipstick mark, leaving faint residue wherever her lips touched.

You grabbed her face, halting her actions any further, “What was the point of it?”

“Sorry, not sorry, babe.” she grinned proudly, “I couldn’t resist your alluring charm any longer.”

You felt flustered underneath her gaze, hanging your head down slightly, avoiding eye contact with her as you released her face from your hold.

“All that for endearment?!”

“It wasn’t for nothing if we’re being honest.”

“Please enlighten me then.”

“Well for starters, this is more fun.”

“I love you,” you murmur, caressing her face.

“And I love you too.”

She could kiss you a billion times, and that still wouldn’t suffice for you, Summer made sure you know that on numerous occasions, often being the one to overextend your kisses. You felt your girlfriend’s smile in the kiss as she deepened it, her grip on your waist tightening.

It was one of those slow and steady kisses that you cherished with her. There was no need to rush your makeout, a calm chaste kiss sealed the deal and got the point across. You missed her dearly throughout the first school semester during face-time calls and so did she. Summer was just drowning in your lips, radiating her 3 months of yearning for you, putting all of her passion into these kisses, just like she promised to achieve in those phone calls she’d make daily for you.

Yes, to others, it could be acknowledged as small, passing it off as nothing, only to be forgotten. But not for you.

You adored the tiny detail that Summer attempted to improve for both of you, mainly for you. Seeking the desperation of needing your approval of her kissing techniques. She was persistent in making you know that she cared about passion and intimacy, just as you did. She practiced, and over time she majorly progressed, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world and Summer could still feel it when you kissed her. Other times, you’d found her hot in her enraged state, mindlessly admitting that, engaged in the intense make-out, which only boosted her ego, yet calmed her down.

Sucking in a breath as the kiss intensified, one of Summer’s hands traveled to your lower back as the other remained on your hips, lightly squeezing the flesh there. You moaned in the kiss, spurring your girlfriend further on as she tugged at your lower lips, biting down gently, hardly enticing any discomfort from you.

Summer gave you time to adjust yourself again as she stared at you in contentment. Your hand teasingly runs down from the crevices of her breasts down to her toned abdomen and her breath hitched at this. However, she gains dominance as her hands grip the flesh of your thighs, squeezing down on them as you shuffle slightly.

She couldn’t go on with another minute without your loving kisses. Those kisses shared with you, your soft and sweet lips, were like nicotine to her, a special type of drug, stupidly yearning for your lips even more. Insanely addicted to your lips making her act crazy, practically begging on her knees for an ounce of your attention, wondering if you saw her in the same light she perceived for you.

Eventually leading up to where she can get insanely high, and resist the temptation to become sober. Never take the risk of being sober if it means that she gets to be high off of you every day, obsessed by everything you achieved. Like hell was your girlfriend was gonna waste the chance of losing your touch once more, she’d be crazy enough to beat those allegations.

The Dacosta girl was known for her stubbornness, nothing certainly new there, even timing you with barely a minute to spare.

As a matter of fact, she hastily grabs your face, with a decent amount of force, connecting your lips with hers, creating another powerful kiss. With one hand lightly caressing your face and her other hand still squeezing your thighs with much added force. Taken by surprise, your eyes slightly widened and ferociously captured her lips again in a luscious manner. Summer’s back crashes on the bed, dragging you down with her, not breaking a sweat, keeping you close and connected with her.

Just like that, her lips found yours and it was another competition between the two except it was more than friendly. Both of your lips were swollen but neither of you chose to acknowledge it, wanting more of the other in your presence. Deepening the kiss, Summer slid her tongue into your mouth and explored inside of it.

Before things could have highly escalated, your girlfriend pulled away, stared at you lustfully, and attached her mouth to your jaw, smearing some lipstick residue there. Soon after, she switched to your neck, eager to produce markings, only meant for her intentions. You moan lightly in response, gripping the back of her head as she sucks harshly on your neck, creating hickeys.

The next day came quickly, the sun peeking through the bedroom curtains as you stirred gently, annoyed by the sunlight, shoving your face into Summer’s chest. Entangled up in each other’s arms, you lay on top of Summer as the couple slept soundly underneath the soft comfort of the bed sheets.

Your ears perked up at random shouting, but you shrugged it off, hoping it’d just bypass. You were so wrong, so very very wrong, instead of the shouting getting further and lower, it became louder and closer. The abrupt sound of vague footsteps halts when you feel another weight collide on your bed, jumping onto you and Summer. You groaned, shuffling as two other weights crashed onto the bed, ruining your sleep. Unfortunately, the sunlight didn’t wake you up, it was your friends who did.

“Y/N!” the group of three shouts in unison, yanking the bed sheets off of you. Summer stirs awake slightly before fluttering her eyes open, tightening her grip on your waist.

“What the fu—“ Summer hoarsely questions, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, “When did you guys get in here? Why are you guys here?”

“For Y/N, of course.”

“She isn’t available right now,” she advises them, pulling the sheets over you two. “Come back in a few hours or even better, come tomorrow,”

Once again, the bedsheets are harshly yanked off, landing on the floor. Now, you had no choice but to wake up. Sighing heavily, you got up from Summer’s warm chest and sat upright as you hazily stared at your friends, scratching your braids through your bonnet.

“When did you arrive?”

“How was the plane ride here?”

“Is Canada still cold as shit?”

“How long did you plan on hiding her from us?”

“She’s my girl,” Summer states, staring at you and placing her head into your neck, “I’m obliged to keep her all by myself.” You noticed her face was clean, she probably woke up earlier to remove it, refusing to sleep with makeup on.

“Ugh, you two in love are so cute,” Leo smiles.

You and Summer share a glance and she lovingly kisses you on the cheek, feeling her calloused hands wrap gently around your waist.

“I’m so jealous, why can’t this happen for me too?

“It will someday,” Kayla tries to remain optimistic for her friend.

“You saying that is like Ferris’ chances of getting with his crush.”

“Uncalled for.” Ferris rolls his eyes.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kayla starts, peering closer at your face, presumably your neck.

Your eyebrows furrow, seeing Kayla’s curious eyes meet yours, “What’s wrong Kayla?”

“Y/N you got a little faint stain on your neck,” she touched your neck, lightly tapping on the designated area before observing closer and squinting her eyes, “Wait a minute is that a hickey?!”

“Hold up, did we interrupt something?” Leo asked, “I was fine with being unaware.”

“Damn….Summer, I didn't know you were on some type of vampire shit.” Ferris jokes, gesturing to your neck. From the corner of your eye, you felt Summer’s shoulder tense up as did her grip on your waist.

“You can’t keep your mouth shut for shit, I swear,” Summer cursed at her friend, harshly slapping his shoulder, making him yelp out in pain and jump out of the bed.

“You’re fine..you’re fine…” Leo brushed his friend off with a soft pat on the back.

“Her hits really hurt, Leo!” Ferris whines, cradling his right shoulder which your girlfriend took a huge swing at. Kayla and Leo shake their heads as Ferris sits between them, observing Summer’s movements, cautious of receiving another hit.

You sharply turned your head to her, glaring at her as your hand scrambled for your phone, hoping Ferris was just joking. You were very, very wrong! You gasp in astonishment, observing your neck which consisted of multiple red lipstick stains and a newly formed hickey, both courtesy of your girlfriend.

“Summer Dacosta!” you yelled, dropping your phone on the soft sheets. “Look at my neck!” you exclaimed, pointing to your neck as if it were the most obvious thing.

Remaining quiet, she stares at you, uneasiness rising in her eyes. “Relax, babe, it’s not that bad.” She exhales.

“Not that bad?!” You backtrack, “Come again, did you say: Not. That. Bad.”

“Never mind, I take that back, babe.”

“Look at my neck, you did this!”

“And I did a great job.” She answers calmly.

“This isn’t funny at all!” You chastised her, crossing your arms, “I look like a vampire’s appetizer.”

“Darling, we both know that if I truly had my way with you, people think you’re dating a vampire.”

“Wouldn’t be such a bad thing!”

“Trust me, I know.”

You turn to your friends, who seem highly invested in your conversation, almost forgetting their presence. “Guys, can I talk to Summer…alone?” Although it sounded like a question, it wasn’t one, but a kind demand of telling them to get lost or be caught in the crossfire. Obviously, there was no choice but to avoid being caught in the crossfire for them.

“Yeah, that’s no problem at all. Bye, guys!” Leo, Kayla, and Ferris exclaimed in unison, scrambling off the bed and sprinting towards the door. They certainly didn’t want to face your wrath as Summer is about to endure. After all, you were Summer’s girlfriend so she can deal with you all by herself, without any support from them.

“Traitors!” Summer shouted after them, only to get the door slammed in response.

“That was so embarrassing, babe,” you whine, slightly throwing your head back. Annoyed by the circumstances, you held your head up, further examining the mark on your neck, gazing at your neck. “I can’t believe you did that to me.”

“My beautiful girl, they’re our friends, embarrassing moments are meant to be made with them.” she defended, lazily getting off the bed and walking towards you.

“When did you— How did you?” you groan exasperated, holding your head in a worrisome manner, “Why can’t I remember when you made a hickey?”

“That’s a secret I’ll never tell,” She shrugs her shoulders, “And besides…” her arms wrap around your waist, lingering on your stomach as she rests her head on the crevice of your neck. Going off on pure instinct, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned back slightly, embracing her body as yours, comforted by her warm touch. Lightly pressing soft kisses against your shoulders further soothing you in her embrace, tracing irregular patterns on your stomach. “You know you like it, baby,” she smirks, eyes shining in amazement watching you remove your hand from her wonderful creation, displaying it proudly to the mirror. “There’s no shame in denying it, you know?”

Her fingers gently traced the outline of your hips, sending goosebumps all over your skin, causing your mind to spiral, simply because her touch was too overwhelming. Even with her lightest touch, you’d be wincing at the contact, wondering how your girlfriend has such a sensational touch on you, containing such a powerful control over your body. It was like your body wasn’t your own, rather it was Summer’s, based on her control, and you were the puppet, oblivious to her power. Maybe you liked it…you liked Summer having control over your body, unwilling to fight against her. Perhaps, it was the dominant nature Summer held that kept you grounded, that same power kept you submissive to her entire being. Left defenseless and vulnerable to her words was your mechanism, but it would be a shame to resist her. God, you’d have the horrid option to resist her touch, her words, her affection, her love and you were incapable of doing so. You were too addicted to your girlfriend, and she’s clearly aware of it too, using it to her advantage, having you putty at her commands. She loved gaining the power and you loved giving her the power.

“Show the world your pretty neck and maybe I just might mark you up again, only somewhere where nobody else can see but me.” she squeezes your waist, breathing in your scent, lovingly staring at you through the mirror.

Bringing her phone out, she takes a picture of your neck, all red lipstick stain marks surrounding the hickey, and shoves the phone in your eyesight as you view the photo.

“Don’t worry, baby, this is for my eyes only, nobody else is gonna be blessed with this beauty.”

“But you know..” you whined, “That I’m yours.”

“As much as I am yours.”

“Summer….”

“I promise to be careful…” she huskily whispers in your ear. You inhaled deeply when her hands started to travel upward, but it stopped right above your stomach, “Do you want me to continue?”

You whimper, throwing your head back, and resting on Summer’s shoulder.

“I need words, princess.” She kisses behind your right ear, biting down slightly on your outer ear.

“You can continue…” You whisper breathlessly, her touch on your skin was electrifying, tingling at the slightest movements. Slowly but surely, her hands travel upward until they hover over your breasts. Gripping them both lightly, and squeezing them gently, enticing a small moan from you, spurred on Summer’s reaction.

“That’s my girl…” she pecks your lips, releasing her soft grip on your breasts.

“Now come on, let’s get dressed and meet up with our friends, otherwise they’ll think we’re busy, continuing our rendezvous from last night. and despite that thought is really tempting, our hunger is insatiable, and we both tend to get quite bitchy when we’re lacking food.”

You shake your head in irritation, knowing she’s right but not admitting it out loud. God, Summer was a piece of work but you were utterly obsessed with your piece of work, one of a kind and all yours to cherish.

“You’re a fucking tease, Dacosta!”

“Only for you, my beautiful girl.” she throws you a wink, dodging when a pillow is thrown at her face. She laughs boisterously and makes her way to the bathroom for a shower.

“We’re definitely continuing this later!” you assure your girlfriend.

She peaks her head out, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,”

“And I'm returning the favor.”

“Oh, I would like to see you try!” she chuckled, a light tone of a smile curling at her lips. “Don’t be shy to admit it, babe, you always know I take control.“ she uses a sultry voice, checking you out from behind. “Wasn’t last night a prime example of it?”

You scowl in the mirror, blatantly ignoring the butterflies in your stomach based on her voice alone.

Still, you looked in the mirror, staring intensely at the hickey on your neck, the same red lipstick-stained hickey that refused to come off. The faint red lipstick stain was still visible, fading away slowly, most likely to disappear at the end of the day. Your fingers linger over the mark, blushing at the thought of the red lipstick-stained hickey, a good reminder of Summer’s devotion to love carved beautifully on your chocolate brown skin.

All of a sudden, familiar footsteps brought you out of your stupor. From the moment you shared a quick glance at Summer, a knowing look etched itself onto her face and you bit down on your lower lip.

“Well if I’d known how much you’d be admiring my work of art onto my lovely girlfriend, I would have created more, much more hickeys, no doubt about it. What do you say we skip out on breakfast and get back down to business?” she seductively suggests, grabbing your arm and pulling you in closer.

“Summer!”

“Yes…?!” she coyly replies.

“I like your way of thinking.” her eyes widened at your statement, clearly not expecting that answer.

“Wait? What?” Her confidence simmered down at your response. Normally, you’re the one who complies with her, not the one being in charge.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now?!” You let out a dry laugh, incredulously asking her as you crossed your arms, “After all that hard talk you had, you’re getting flustered over something I said!”

“I’m-…I’m not…” she stammered over her words, “You just took me by surprise is all.”

“There’s always time for a new change,”

“I don’t like this change!” she grumbled below her breath.

“What’d you say, babe?”

“Oh nothing,” she whistles.

“Are you gonna stay true to your word or are you just a phony?”

Her eyes sharply met your gaze and you gulped down the fear, almost instantly regretting your previous words. Walking condescendingly towards you, her hands find your waist too easily, pushing you backward by your hips, not stopping until your back hits the wall. You squirm underneath her intense gaze, aware that she’ll never do anything to hurt or make you feel uncomfortable. She’s too much of a lover girl for you to reach those certain boundaries.

“I’m anything but a phony, and now I’m gonna prove to you that my sentence stands firmly.”

“What are you waiting for?” You stammer out, intensely shrinking when she glowers at you.

“You have such pretty brown skin, flawless even, the perfect shade, every outfit compliments your skin. I don’t want you to ever forget it,” Her face relaxes, tone sickly sweet and she tilts her head slightly.

You stared at her taken back, partially appalled and confused. She was prepared to completely dominate you, show you who’s truly boss, and suddenly she has time to compliment you?! You relaxed at the compliments, Summer was huge on compliments, showering you with them almost every day. Usually, when complimenting you, she genuinely means it, settling for nothing less but to support you. Yet this tone sounded passive-aggressive, and that truly scared you.

“Oh…umm thanks.” You still were hesitant about where this conversation was heading.

“….too bad, it’s gonna look unrecognizable when I’m finished with you.” She finished her sentence with a wicked grin. You felt your heart drop, a pit in your stomach forming massively, whether it was from an undeniable excitement or an unspoken fear, you didn’t know. Either way, you wanted to remain unaware and live in the moment, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, your thoughts running wild, and your heart pounding against your chest.

You wanted to spur her even further, push her to the tipping edge, want her to lose all self-control, and have her way with you. Fortunately, the perfect statement swiftly came to mind, and all that was needed was to confidently assert it.

“Well…what are you waiting for?”

She fell right into your trap, as her lips met yours once again in a more fierce manner, hands clawing at your waist, clutching tightly.

Safe to say, you two were occupied with something far more important, not making it to breakfast, shooting a text to Kayla, briefly informing her.

“Guess they got caught up with something,” Kayla shrugs, flipping her phone down, and continues to eat her pancake.

“Yeah,” Ferris grumbles, picking at his scrambled eggs, “Too busy sticking their tongues inside each other’s mouths.”

“Thanks for the visual,” Leo shudders.

“It’s the truth isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but don’t say it out loud!”

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