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impertinent-starlight · 14 hours ago

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unintentional outcome | chance x reader

synopsis; sometimes things are better not going as originally planned. word count; 1.7k author's note; aaaaa my first piece for the loml - i've been nonstop playing the game since it was released and i finally feel as if i have a decent grasp on how to write for him!! this is for the monthly theme in the date everything discord :))

“Well good morning to you, too, cool kid.”

Freddy rumbles with a laugh as you grab onto the handles of your refrigerator, throwing open the doors with an excitement that was… uncharacteristic for you at this early hour.

“Mornin’, Freddy!” You chirp in response, eyes scanning what little food you had inside.

“What’s got you so chipper this morning, eh? I didn’t see you stop by Kopi’s for your morning fix,” Freddy questions, watching as you reach inside and pull out a container of mixed fruit to examine. “Is it some special day? Feel like Holly would’ve told me if it was a holiday.”

You hum to yourself as you set the fruit on the counter nearby before diving back in. “Not a holiday! Just excited for some plans I’ve got today.”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful!” He beams at you. “Whatcha got going on today, cool kid?”

You smile, grabbing a ziploc bag containing half a block of cheese. It joins the fruit on the counter and you shut Freddy’s doors, next swinging open Cabrizzio.

“Just… hanging out,” you say with a damning flush reddening your face. “I thought a picnic would be nice, yeah?”

Freddy’s expression becomes one of mischief as he chuckles. “Oh, I see. You’re hanging out with Chance today, aren’t ya?”

“Don’t make me regret confiding in you,” you retort as you bring the fruit over to Sinclaire for a quick rinse. “I’ll never tell you a thing again, Freddy.”

Freddy laughs in response, clearly amused at your empty threat. “Alright, alright,” he acquiesces, raising his hands. “A picnic sounds lovely. Here, there’s some ice cream I made last night waiting in the freezer — I tested the waters and made a black cherry with some chunks of dark chocolate mixed in. Take it with ya!”

You can’t contain your glee as you reach into the freezer and pull out the container, placing it with the rest of the food. With everything in one place, you bend down and dig through the cabinets beneath your sink.

“Ah, there we go! It’s no picnic basket but it’ll do,” you murmur as you pull out an old shopping bag and carefully load the food inside along with some silverware. “Thanks, Freddy, you’re the best!”

Freddy flushes with a chuckle. “Anything for you, cool kid. Swing by later to tell me how the ice cream was — and about your date!”

You shoot Freddy a pointed glance as you hurry around the corner and make a beeline for the office. As you approach the door you hear soft music playing within and a nervous feeling crawls up your spine. You stand outside the office, bag in hand, heart racing as your hand hovers over the doorknob.

You’ve no idea how much time passes before Dorian is what stands between you and the office, an eyebrow quirked at you.

“Just gonna stand here all day?” He asks, startling you. “Never seen you so rigid, friend. Nerves getting the best of you?”

“No!” Your face scrunches up in irritation as Dorian chuckles at your far too quick response. A surge of courage surges through you as you straighten your back and push past Dorian into the office. “See! I’m going.”

“Have fun —”

That’s all you catch before you practically slam the door behind you. You stop short as you find Chance standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by papers, game pieces, books and various writing utensils. A speaker playing some instrumental piece sits on the shelf and all the curtains are closed, giving the room a rather eerie feel.

“Ah, hello!” Chance calls, stepping over the disarray to meet you. “Sorry about the mess, I guess I got a bit carried away again…I’m just stumped on how I wanna go about this one.”

“Crafting another campaign?” You question, a fond smile tugging at your lips.

Chance chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Am I that obvious?”

You hold up the bag of food. “Wanna tell me about it over some snacks?”

With that, you’re led into the heart of Chance’s planning, standing with him amongst the many pieces of torn-out notebook paper and guidebooks. You notice sketches of characters from past campaigns scrawled in the margins accompanied by scribbled out plots, twists, settings — worlds built only to be discarded.

“You see, I was thinking of asking you and Dasha if you wanted to reopen the troubadour run,” Chance says as he searches for his notes amongst the clutter, “for some, say, post-credits fun! I was thinking about how we never touched further on how Miles fared within reaching their dream and came up with… here!”

He bends down, grabbing a few papers and holding them out to you. He takes the bag of food from you and sets it aside, eyes never leaving you as you read through his ideas. As you flip pages back and forth, he watches your eyes scan each line and awaits your feedback.

“A royal ball?” You look up to see Chance grinning broadly. “Let me guess — at the apex of the event, expect an enemy force to raid the palace, pocketing whatever they deem valuable. This all is inconsequential to a point until they choose to also take with them… the prized royal family heirloom, a priceless ribbon sheath! Another adventure is born!”

Chance smiles but shakes his head. “Quite the imagination you have! I guess I’m starting to rub off on you, yeah? However, I was just thinking we have a relaxing session for once! Something fun and unexpected!”

“Woah, no risks? No danger? That is unexpected,” you agree. “You said you were having troubles with this? It seems so well thought out, though.”

Even in the dimmed lighting you can see Chance redden as he takes the papers from you. “Well, heh, I really appreciate that. My shortcomings lie within the main event itself — dancing, specifically. I’m just not sure how to best describe it to give you guys the imagery I usually provide.”

“You don’t know how to describe…how to dance?” You ask, confused. He nods and you can’t help but laugh — the idea of a man able to create such vast and beautiful worlds can’t conjure up a way to explain a dance?

Chance huffs, pouting at your reaction. “I-I’ve tried everything I could think of! I even talked to Rainey but that, well, didn’t give me much to work with. This music I’ve had on repeat for hours now has helped only set a mood but nothing more!”

He’s clearly frustrated as he gestures to the papers and whatnot scattered all around the two of you. The aforementioned music fills the silence that follows and you let it play for a moment before an idea comes to mind.

“Dance with me, then.” You hold a hand out to Chance, hoping to the geode goddess herself he can’t notice the tremble in your fingers. “Maybe if you live the experience it’ll be easier to work into a story?”

“Is this just an excuse for you to hold my hand?” He teases but rests his hand in yours regardless. “You know how to dance?”

“Vaguely.” You guide his other hand to rest on your hip before placing your unoccupied hand on his shoulder. “Ready?”

Chance is quiet and you slowly begin to lead in a, frankly, improvised dance. You’re careful to follow the beat while also making sure you don’t step on any of his materials. Neither of you speaks for a couple of moments, too focused on keeping up with one another.

Soon, comfort creeps its way in and the two of you move fluidly together. The proximity becomes less nerve wracking and you find yourself slowly moving closer, practically chest to chest as the dance continues.

“Is… this working?” You murmur after some time, curious.

Chance nods. “Oh, yeah. Had the scene all figured out about five steps into this whole thing.”

“I’m glad I could help.” You go to step back, figuring this is all he needed, but his grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly. “Chance?”

“I’m sorry I turned our hangout into a G&G planning session,” he mutters, casting a glance at the abandoned bag of food in the corner. “You brought food and everything only for me to hijack your plans.”

You attempt to stifle a laugh but find yourself unsuccessful, opting to cover your mouth with your hand. “You say this as if I’m having the worst time of my life.”

Chance shrugs, still swaying the both of you with the music. “Yeah, but —”

“I’d rather this over what I had planned,” you interrupt, reaching up and tapping the space between his eyebrows. “I admire your passion for what you love, Chance. Besides, I’ve just spent — what? — the last ten minutes in your arms. This was the best first date I’ve ever been on!”

Abruptly, the two of you stop swaying. Neither of you step away from each other, however, even when the speaker runs out of charge and leaves deafening silence.

“First date?” Chance echoes, a sort of excitement in his tone. You refuse to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment and he chuckles before giving your hip an affectionate squeeze before stepping back. “Here, I gotta clean this up and finish writing the oneshot. Are you free tomorrow to play?”

You nod, words failing you. His smile practically lights up the room and you can’t help but smile yourself — Chance’s joy is nothing if not contagious.

“Great! I’ll let Dasha know,” he says. “And maybe afterwards, you and I can grab something to eat? Koa’s place would be a great place for a second date.”

You nod as he talks, eyes widening as the words second date are spoken.

“A second…! Y-yeah, absolutely!” Your eagerness has you tripping over your words. Clearing your throat, you try again. “I’d love to.”

Chance places a hand on your shoulder and leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Till tomorrow, then.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as you nod furiously, slowly backing out of the office. Once the door is shut you find yourself staring at it just as you had earlier, only this time the nerves are gone, replaced by overwhelming joy. Your heart pounds in your chest as you grin and run for the kitchen.

“Freddy! Freddy! I’ve got something to tell you!”

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impertinent-starlight · 20 hours ago

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Critical Fail at Flirting, Success at Getting Laid

synop: You've returned home after you latest semester at college and are meeting up with your childhood best friend, Chance. The two of you tiptoe around your feelings for each other, afraid of ruining your friendship. You learn some surprising information, but have to discuss it after your G&G session. Will-they-or-won't-they confess and fuck?

words: 6.7K

includes: chancexfem!reader, childhood friends to lovers, tickling, loss of virginity, oral, ttrgp gaming, fluff and smut

a/n: The Date Everything hyperfixation has begun. If you want more stories you can request them! This has smut! No minors!

“Honey I’m home!” You shouted as you entered your best friend’s home.

After over a decade of friendship, you were practically part of Chance’s family, thus you were able to go to and from his home whenever you pleased.

Receiving no response, you walked into the house. Slipping your shoes off before padding into the kitchen that wafted the heavenly smell of freshly baked cookies. Said items were on a platter right on the island. Right as you snatched one, it was snatched out of your hand. Whipping around stood your bespeckled bestie with a smug smirk on his face.

“Chance!” You reached for the cookie, as he lifted it way above his head.

“Nuh uh! These are for game night.”

You struggled to reach up, the cookie just out of your grasp. Plopping back onto your heels you stuck your tongue out at the man in front of you.

“Since when did you get so tall?”

“Since I had a growth spurt four years ago?” He huffed, then took a bite out of the cookie with a grin.

“Hey!”

“Since when did not seeing me for six months make you forget what I looked like?” He teased.

“Oh, I could never forget a face like yours.” You pinched and wiggled his cheek like a fawning grandma.

“Glad to see you two are still the same.” A voice from behind you caught your attention.

Chance’s mom shook her head with an amused smile then opened her arms as an invitation. Taking the opportunity you rushed into an embrace, appreciating the homely warmth the woman brought to you.

“Linda! Oh how I missed you!” You gave her a big squeeze. “You were really the person I came to see, I couldn’t go another day without your famous cookies.”

She gave an airy laugh at your dramatic antics.

“As much as I appreciate your fondness for my recipe, you’ll have to thank Chance today. He’s the one that baked him for you and your friends’ reunion.”

Turning back to Chance, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Oh so you made these delicious smelling goodies.” Quickly you snatched another cookie from the plate. “Then you shouldn’t mind if I check them for poison.”

Chance gave you an incredulous look as you took a big chomp out of the treat. You gave a hum of approval then skipped away, waving to his mom.

“I’ll be upstairs. It’s so great to be back!”

Leaving Chance and his mom alone in the kitchen. The two of them shaking their heads with smiles.

“I bet you’re happy she’s back.” His mom said knowingly.

He gave her a look of warning.

“What? She’s your best friend. That’s all…” She gave him a wink, to which he rolled his eyes.

Chance made his way upstairs to his room. Inside he found you getting comfortable, chilling on his bed. Belly down, with one of his comic books in hand. The sight made his heart swell, bringing back the memories of all of the good times you have had in the room.

Looking over your shoulder you gave him a bright smile and patted the spot next to you. Joining you, he flopped onto his stomach pressed up against your side. Sighing, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Attention no longer on the comic in your hands.

Turning to look at him, you felt your heart jolt. While you were always so used to being near him, it seemed that distance truly makes the heart grow fonder. Your affections for the man had been around for a long while, but you had managed to keep them under wraps to protect your friendship. Having been away for so long made you long for him. Both missing having your best friend close by and the person you had been yearning for.

If you weren’t so stuck in your own head, you might have noticed Chance’s response to your close proximity. Heart racing and cheeks growing red. You weren’t the only one that believed you had an unrequited crush. While you both went away to different schools, he missed you desperately. Every chance he could, he took the opportunity to call you to chat into the late hours. Oftentimes finding you falling asleep on the other end, only making him wish he could be there beside you. But he couldn’t, lest your friendship be completely destroyed. So he did what he could to drown out the feelings. Only allowing himself to enjoy being your best friend and pushing away any thoughts of a budding romantic relationship out of his mind.

“You doin’ alright?” Chance asked, worry furrowing his brow.

“Uh yeah.” You waved him off, hoping that the heat in your cheeks wasn’t developing into a blush. “Just surprised to see your ugly maw so close to me is all.” You teased.

Immediately, you regretted the comment. Chance’s eyes grew dark and calculated, a mischievous smirk on his face. Looking down, you spotted his hands slowly creeping up toward you. Leaping up, you held up your arms in defense.

“I-I mean, your beautiful, lovely maw. How I adore it so… pleasedonttickleme.”

“It’s too late for pleas, my dear.”

Yelping, you tried to hop out of the bed, but it was too late. The man had you pinned against the wall with no escape. Warm hands reached for your hips, tickling at your sides making you cackle out unwanted laughs.

“Chance!” You screeched out, trying to push him away. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Nuh uh! You’re not getting out of this that easily.” He managed to grab both of your hands, pinning you down onto the bed. The man straddled you, using his free hand to still tickle at your sides. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as involuntary laughs spilled out of you.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” You cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You’re not ugly,” you gasped out more giggles, “No, you’re so handsome!”

“Ha, that’s better, continue, worm.” He paused tickling you, chuckling when you gave him a glare.

“Let me go!” You tried pulling your arms from his grip. He pressed harder against your wrists, pinning you down further.

“Keep apologizing, what else do you got?”

“You’re insufferable.” You spat.

Your eyes widened as his hand returned to your waist. Fingers not tickling you yet, but the threat was still there. Above you, Chance looked at you expectantly with a cocky smirk on his face. It had your face growing hot, realizing the compromising position you were in. Turning your face away, you willed your blush to subside.

“Insufferably, attractive. Aphrodite herself blessed you with good looks.” You gave him a pleading smile.

“I suppose that will suffice.” He released his grip and slid off of you. “Looks blessed from a god huh?” He cupped his chin with his hand giving you a dazzling smile.

“I only said that to get you off of me.” You said, rubbing your wrists.

“Is that so?” He raised a brow at you.

“I-I mean, everything I said was honest and not because I didn’t want you to keep tickling me.” You gave him a sweet smile, batting your lashes at him.

“That’s what I thought.”

It was cruel, Chance knowing your one weakness. Discovered when you were six years old after he poked you in the side, leaving you in a fit of giggles. The man used it to his advantage, getting you to cave to his whims. Though all in a friendly nature. He never actually used it to hurt you, which was appreciated.

“You’re so lucky you don’t get ticklish.” You groaned.

“Guess I’m just built different.”

“Uhuh, sure…” You rolled your eyes jokingly.

Standing from the bed, you stretched your arms up with a groan. Arching your back as you stretched out any kinks. The action allowing Chance’s eyes to trail over your body without you noticing. His gaze landed on the lovely globe of your ass. A secret guilty pleasure of his when you had started… developing.

In high school you became quite the looker, and still maintained that now. Chance did his best to be polite, but he was just a man after all. A man whose best friend just so happened to be the hottest person alive, to him at least.

Looking over your shoulder, you just barely missed him checking you out. A light blush dusting his cheeks as he felt you caught him. Giving him a confused look, you continued your conversation.

“Speaking of being built different. When did you get so strong?” You couldn’t help feeling a bit hot and bothered at the strong hold he had you in earlier.

“Oh, guess you noticed. I started lifting this year.” He flexed an arm. “It’s really helped me, mentally at least. Bonus is I’ve gotten in much better shape.”

“Nice, cool, cool.” Your face was growing red again.

Now that he had shared that information, you realized that his build was slightly different than you remembered. While he was still quite stout, you could tell his form was tighter. Bigger biceps stretching out the sleeves of his t-shirt and a strong chest peeking through the fabric.

“Yeah, you, uh, look really good.” Snapping your mouth shut, you blushed furiously. You didn’t know why you said that.

A blush bloomed on Chance’s face at your words. Rubbing his neck he chuckled awkwardly, unable to look at you.

“Thanks, you look good too?” He did not know how to do this.

“Anyways…” You decided to move this conversation elsewhere. “How was your last semester?”

Feeling a weight off his shoulders, Chance let out a sigh.

“It was alright. Nothing crazy.”

“That’s all?”

“What do you mean?” He gave you a confused look.

“Just ‘nothing crazy’? What else? Make any new friends, enemies, lovers?” You waggled your brows at him.

“Haha. No lovers. No enemies either. I do have a group of folks that I played G&G with. They’re pretty cool.”

Draping an arm over your head you gasped dramatically.

“Folks that play G&G? Are you cheating on us?” You giggled, referring to your group of friends.

Chance chuckled at your display, standing up and walking towards you. Grabbing your hands, he brought them to his chest.

“Oh they mean nothing to me.”

“So a side chick G&G campaign?” You giggled.

“If that’s what you want to call it, sure. Besides, I’m not even the GM. No one else hears my stories but you guys.”

“How charming.” You pulled your arms back, not noticing the flash of disappointment on Chance’s face.

“What about you? Any friends, enemies, or lovers?” He almost didn’t want to know.

“I’ve got a fun group of friends. We hung out most weekends. I think they want to plan a summer meetup. I think you’d like them.”

“I’m sure if you’re friends with them, I’d like them.”

“And no real lovers.”

“Real lovers?” He questioned.

“Yeah, a couple of flings. None of them good, if I’m being honest.” You scrunched your face at the thought of the piss-poor hookups you had during your last semester.

The words slightly pierced Chance’s heart, but he didn’t let it get to him. By this point he was used to it. Hearing of your lackluster love life and your hopes to have something better. Doing his best not to come off as a “nice guy”, he avoided telling you how much better he could be. However, both of you knew that Chance would be better. It was just you did not want to ruin anything with him. At this point, Chance was so deeply intertwined with your life. Losing him was unimaginable.

Trying to avoid talking about your love life, you examined the man’s room. Almost nothing had changed, until something new caught your eye. New books on his bookshelf. The man had impeccable taste in fiction, and you gladly borrowed from his ever-growing library. Trailing your fingers over the spines on the shelf, Chance had a sudden realization hit him. However, it was too late when you plucked one of the shiny new books from the shelf. You spotted some sticky pads sticking out of the side, then you read the cover.

“Wait not that…”

Red bloomed on your face as you looked at the title. She’s the Man: Focus on Feminine Pleasure Before Men.

Shaking off your brief embarrassment, you turned to Chance with a cheeky smile. His face was bright red, adorable. Waving the book teasingly you began to press.

“Didn’t take you to be one for non-fiction, Chance.”

He came up to you, plucking the book out of your hand. Sighing when he looked at the cover then back at you. Cheeky grin still plastered on your face.

“It’s just…” He sighed, not knowing how to continue.

“Some light reading?” You plucked the book back from him. Flitting through the pages till you landed on a random bookmarked page.

“The measure of a man is not that of his length or girth, but that of his willingness to please his partner. Whether it is through clitoral stimulation or penetration, how much work you are willing to do is what truly matters.” You grinned as you read it out loud, looking back up at Chance. His face appearing to be ten shades darker now. “That’s a sweet sentiment. Were you able to put it into practice?”

Again, he snatched the book back from you with a huff.

“No, I haven’t.” He said quietly.

Now your interest was piqued.

“Is there someone you have in mind when you picked up this book?”

“Maybe.”

“Who?”

“Do we really need to be discussing this?” His eyes pleaded with you, but it was too late for you to stop.

“Oh c’mon, Chance. I’m your best friend, and a pretty good wingman. If I do say so, myself. I bet we could get them with you in no time. I just need a name.”

“I’m not telling.”

“Well, what’s the point in reading it if you can’t put it into practice?” You huffed, hands on your hips.

“I just want to be ready.” He gave you a sad look. “You’re the one that has told me, in a bit too much detail, how terrible your experiences have been. So…” He waved the book.

“You make it sound like you haven’t had any experience.” While you were pretty open about your relationship and sexual escapades, Chance was typically tight-lipped.

“I haven’t had any experience.” He let out a heavy sigh, clearly embarrassed. “I’m still a virgin.”

Eyes widening, you couldn’t find a response. Before you could say anything, the doorbell rang.

“That would be the crew.” He sighed again, giving you a sad look. “Let’s just forget this happened, kay?”

Nodding, you walked up to him giving him a tight hug.

“All forgotten.” You did a zip-lip and throw-away-the-key motion, granting you a chuckle from the man. “Now, let's get our G&G on!” You pumped your fist.

You and Chance headed downstairs to greet your friends. As soon as she saw you, Dasha immediately lifted you in a strong bear hug. You laughed, returning the embrace.

“Look at you, it feels like years since I’ve seen you!” She gave you a squeeze before letting you down.

“I’ve missed you too Dash.”

Dasha was a transfer from Russia after her father got a job in the states. You and Chance were the first friends you managed to make when she had just moved in. The three of you discovered she had actually played G&G when she lived in Russia. All of you bonded over the game, giving Chance his first real campaign that wasn’t one-on-one with you. Ever since, you’ve remained close.

Eventually others joined your posse. The cousins, Penelope and Jerry, and the wild-child, Parker. All of you a bit quirky in your own ways, but still making up the perfect G&G party. Now that you had all returned from college for the summer, Chance decided to continue where you left off in your campaign.

“My love, you have returned!” Parker exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.

In Chance’s game your characters had a will-they-won’t-they romance that ended with Parker’s character confessing to yours when they thought they were going to die.

“Oh, darling, how I’ve missed you so!” You returned the hug.

Chance clenched his jaw at the display of affection. He knew that you and Parker only saw each other as friends, but couldn’t deny that there was a lot of chemistry when you played out your romance. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts away. This was supposed to be a fun reunion. Not a time for him to wallow in jealousy.

After all pleasantries were exchanged, your group headed to the basement. The space had been pretty much claimed by Chance. Outside of some storage and laundry machines, it was full of G&G stuff. The table was all set up with his GM screen at one end. It looked like his mom had been nice enough to have brought the snacks down before she left.

Chance had mentioned that she would be out for the weekend, so he had the house to himself. So you and your crew could be as rowdy as you pleased.

Your GM got his computer set up, connecting the audio to a speaker. Conversations were suddenly hushed as tense music blared through a bluetooth speaker. Chance sat behind the screen, looking over you with a dark gaze. The game night had begun.

“Welcome back, dear travelers. I take it you all had a good break?” His voice was low, sending shivers up your spine.

All of you nodded, a bright smile on your face as you buzzed with excitement.

“Good. But be warned, the world you are returning to is not for the fainthearted. Last time you had managed to defeat the plague demon army. However, in your haste to escape the dungeon, you forgot one thing.”

“Shit,” Penelope said. Immediately she flipped through her notes, then gasped. Turning her journal around, she pointed to a note.

Deep in the dungeon lies a stone. No one knows what it does, but it might be powerful. (Cryptic, but okay?)

You chuckled at her little side comment, but then dropped your smile when you realized that you had left a powerful artifact behind.

“I’m assuming you have realized your mistake?” Chance chuckled darkly, fingers pressed under his chin.

“The stone.” You said.

“Precisely.”

“No! What does it do?” Dasha exclaimed.

“Patience, dear Aradove.” Chance always used your characters names when in GM mode. “You escape the dungeon, all of you having the sudden realization hit you. The stone was still inside. At first you think you might be able to go in, but the entrance crumbles before your eyes.”

“I use stone shape to stop it from collapsing!” Penelope exclaims.

Chance tuts.

“I won’t have you roll for it, it would be useless. As you stare at the remains of the entrance, the ground begins to rumble. You watch in terror as the earth before you splits in two.” Chance rolls some dice, sucking in a harsh breath.

“All of you, but Olyra, manage to stay on the same side. Would you like to try anything?” He turns to you.

Biting your lip, you concentrate. You were a rogue, so your agility was pretty high, but you had no idea what was within that crack.

“How deep does it look?” You ask.

“You glance below and see that where the earth has split has become a canyon filled with molten lava. If you fall, it’s game over.” Again, he chuckles darkly.

“How far away is she? I can cast enhance ability to help you cross.” Parker chimed in, sweat formed on his brow at the suspense.

“You have to be touching her to cast the spell.” Penelope chimed in.

“Shit.” Parker said under his breath, then he looked up at you. “You can do this Olyra, I believe in you.”

Nodding solemnly, you turned to Chance.

“I’m going to try and jump.”

“Wait! You should be able to add your lover bonus with Parker, I mean Nicholas.” Jerry blurted out, clearly the most nervous out of all of you.

Chance huffed, then looked through his notes. Jerry was right, once you had got into a relationship with Nicholas, both of you received a bonus if you comforted or inspired each other.

“Very well, you’ll be able to add plus two to your roll.” He waved his hand.

Sucking in a breath, you shook your D20. Praying to the gods that you could pass this. All of you held your breath as the die clattered on the table. It landed on a 14. You added your bonuses.

“19 babee!” You exclaimed.

From behind the screen you heard Chance roll his own dice.

“Nicholas’ words fill your soul and you gear up to rush across the split earth. Taking a running start, you leap right as your foot hits the ledge. It looks like you’re going to make it, but you are suddenly stopped mid-air. Yanking you back, something has grabbed the hood of your cloak. Looking behind you, you see lifting you into the sky, a large black dragon. Roll initiative.”

Everyone at the table gasped at the reveal. You had to do your best to get out of the dragon’s grasp and not fall into the abyss. Penelope, Jerry, and Parker were able to hit the dragon the easiest as they were ranged fighters. You and Dasha had a rougher time getting hits in.

Finally, Parker managed to severely wound the dragon’s wing, making it fall to the ground. With it finally in range, you and Dasha were able to bring in major damage to the beast.

As you thought you were nearing the end of the battle, Chance came back with a new surprise.

“The dragon isn’t looking too hot right now. A broken wing, bloody stump leg, and multiple stab wounds. Realizing how injured it is, it’s turned to its last resort. With a loud roar, you feel the ground rumble again. From the canyon, you see familiar creatures. More plague demons have arrived to aid the dragon.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Penelope exclaimed, her eyes flew over her spell sheet. Everyone was running low on health and spell slots.

Suddenly, Parker’s face lit up with a smile.

“Bingo!” He scanned over his sheet. “The rod of mass healing!”

“Yes!” Chance exclaimed, giddy at the realization.

“I pull out the rod, reading the runes along it. Healing the team by…” He rolled some dice. “45 hp!”

“And 45 hp is syphoned off of the dragon!” Chance was grinning from ear to ear, so excited that Parker had finally used the rod. An item that was given to him ages ago that he kept forgetting to use.

“The dragon is really not doing well. You see its breathing has become extremely labored. Olyra, it’s your turn.”

“Since I’ve hidden as my bonus action last round I can use my sneak attack. I’m taking my rapier of speed and going for a jab.” You roll your D20 and add your bonuses. “Twenty-five!”

“That’s a hit, how do you want to do this?”

You gave a loud cheer, pumping your fist in the air.

“I race around the dragon, rapier in hand. Dodging the demons left and right, my eyes on my target. The soft spot right under its chin. Sliding under the dragon’s neck, I take my rapier and jab it right into its throat.”

The rest of the party cheered with you. Chance smiled, loving the joy on your face. His gaze filled with adoration, a look that you caught when your eyes met.

“With the final stab, the dragon slumps forward. Claws reaching for its throat as blood spurts out of it. It breathes a last breath then goes limp. All of the demons suddenly vanish, and the earth closes back up. Congratulations, you killed the dragon.”

Your party members give you a round of applause. Dramatically you bow as they give you praise.

“Oh thank you, thank you. It was nothing.”

After the session your group spent another hour together catching up. You and Dasha were chilling on the couch together. Talking about your studies and looking ahead to the next semester.

“So now that you’re back, are you going to actually talk to lover boy about how you feel?” Dasha asked you pointedly, eyeing Chance.

“Dasha!” You hissed. “Keep it down. And no, you know how I feel about doing that.”

She was the only person you had confided in about your feelings for Chance.

“My dear friend, you do not know unless you try. Yes?” Her Russian accent adding a lilt to the question.

“Oh you do not get to say that, hypocrite.” You jabbed back.

“Hypocrite? Who? Not I?” She chuckled awkwardly, pink dusting her cheeks.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Able out for you?”

She gave you a chilling glare, jabbing a finger in your face.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me, Dash.”

“You’re having quite the intense conversation!” A bubbly voice grabbed both your attention.

Parker plopped beside you on the couch, a boyish smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Whatcha talkin’ bout?” He leaned toward you.

From across the room, Chance saw as Parker cozied up to you. Feeling jealousy bubble up within him again as his jaw tightened.

“Excuse me.” He nodded at Jerry and Penelope before striding over to where you were sitting.

The jealousy grew stronger when he realized that you were blushing at whatever Parker had just said. Chance’s appearance drew your attention forward. The man loomed over you, a look of irritation on his face.

“What are you guys talking about?” Chance did his best to appear friendly.

“Oh, our friend here has a crush on someone, but she’s too chicken shit to ask them out!” Parker nudged you with a chuckle.

“Parker…” You warned, shoving him away.

Chance huffed, shaking his head.

“And you were giving me shit earlier about my relationship woes.”

“Oh, do you have someone you’re interested in?” Dasha asked, a smile growing on her face as she realized the tension between you and Chance.

“Uh, well, not exactly…” Chance was taken aback.

“Really?” Dasha pressed.

“Alright, this conversation is over.” Chance pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t we all go home and get some rest, eh?”

“Very well, keep your secrets.” Dasha pushed up from the seat, then placed a hand on Chance’s shoulder. “Though, I think you should go for it.” With a wink, she walked off and headed home.

Everyone else dispersed leaving you and Chance alone. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.

“Are you heading out?” He asked softly.

You gave him a confused look.

“Obviously not. I haven’t seen you in ages dude, and we always sleep over after a session.” You hopped out of your seat.

“You sure you want to spend the night?” He couldn’t help but feel the jealousy return.

“Yes. I’m confused. Do you not want me to stay?”

“No, I just thought maybe you would prefer someone else’s company tonight.” The look in his eyes was cold, taking you aback.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh c’mon, I see how you act with Parker!” He immediately regretted the words when he saw the hurt on your face. It quickly turned to irritation.

“Parker? Seriously?” You let out an incredulous laugh.

Instead of stopping, Chance dug his heels in.

“I see how you act around him, flirting and blushing.”

“We’re playing pretend, Chance!” You were getting very irritated now. “And besides, why would it matter to you?”

“Because…” He stopped himself. “Nevermind.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Your voice wavered.

“Just go home.” He said your name quietly.

“No. Chance, what is going on? You’ve honestly been off all day. Did I push you too hard?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” He couldn’t look at you, knowing that you would be giving him that sweet concerned face.

“Then what is it?”

Fine, you wanted the truth. He would give it to you. Looking up, he steeled his resolve as he met your gaze. Heart jolting at the way it looked like you were about to cry.

“I love you.”

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. Brain short circuiting at his words.

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” He sighed. “And I know you like someone else, but I just needed to tell you.”

You let out a soft laugh.

“Chance, what makes you think I like someone else?”

Realization dawned on him, his mouth hung open in awe. There was no way…

“I couldn’t imagine..” You stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid.” You looked down shaking your head.

“You’re not stupid.”

“I don’t know, I think being secretly in love with the guy in love with me is kind of stupid.”

Your words struck his heart, making him tear up. A warm hand cupped your face, pulling you to face him. He pressed his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering shut, you pressed a kiss back. Your hands reached around his neck. Softly, you flicked your tongue over his bottom lip. He groaned into your mouth, allowing your tongue to tangle with his.

When you pulled away, your eyes met his. Both of your gazes sparkling with adoration. He pulled you to him, pressing his forehead against yours. A soft smile playing on his lips.

“What now?” He asked quietly.

Biting your lip, you gave him a mischievous look.

“We could put what you learned from that book to the test?” You asked coyly.

“Seriously?” He gave you a wide eyed look of surprise.

“Seriously.” You pressed another kiss to his lips before grabbing his hand and rushing upstairs.

Bursting into his room, Chance found your hands all over him. Fingers curling through his hair and you pressed deep kisses against him. Pushing him against a wall, your lips trailed up his neck. A whimper escaped his mouth.

No one had ever made him feel this good, and he did not want it to stop.

Nibbling at his ear sent shivers down his spine. Hot breath tickled at him as you whispered.

“Let me know if it’s too much.”

Pulling away he gave you a serious look.

“With you, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” Red painted his cheeks. “You’re perfect.”

Your heart stuttered. Using the pause, Chance decided to take over. Flipping you around to press your back against the wall. His lips found their way to your neck. Trailing up softly, making you shiver and whine. The sound made him groan.

“You sound so sexy.” He huffed against your lips before kissing you again.

Eventually, you found yourselves on his bed. Your thighs straddling him as his hands trailed over your body. Every so often you felt him slightly push them right under the hem of your shirt. Pushing off of him, you pulled your shirt off. Smirking at the awestruck look on his face at the action.

“Your turn, hot stuff.” You pointed to his shirt.

He leaned up, reaching for the hem of his shirt. As he lifted it over his head, you let out a small whine. Fuck he was hot. A sculpted chest and arms with just a peek of abs, but there was still that bit of softness that you loved about him. You didn’t say anything as you looked over him, making Chance nervous.

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s more than okay.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re perfect.”

He blushed at your comment, then pulled you against his chest as you kissed. His hands fumbled at your bra clasps, so with a swift motion, you pulled it off. Throwing it to the floor, you sat back up to give him a full view.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, to which you nodded.

His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs trailing over your nipples making you jump. You let out a soft moan as he teased them.

“So soft…” He said to himself.

Pulling himself up he shifted you onto his lap. He gave you a deep kiss as he continued to tease at your nipples. Deciding to experiment, he pinched his fingers together. The action eliciting a yelp of surprise followed by a whimper of pleasure. His lips trailed down till he reached your breasts. Looking up, his eyes asked for permission. When you nodded, his lips latched onto one of your nipples making you cry out.

Beneath you, you could feel the tent growing in Chance’s pants. One of your hands trailed down his sculpted chest till it reached the bulge. You gave a soft squeeze, making Chance moan. His hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Soft eyes giving you a pleading look.

“P-please don’t. I’m not sure I’ll last long if you do that.”

You nodded and gave him a kiss.

“So, do you actually want me to try what I’ve learned?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, if you want to.”

“Oh I very much do.” He nodded enthusiastically, making you giggle.

“What have you learned? Or I guess what things have you learned that you want to do?”

“Pretty much everything, but that would take awhile.” He paused, thinking. Finger tapping his chin, then he smiled. “Could I eat you out? I bet you taste so good.”

That had you blushing. You nodded, slipping off of him. Before you could start taking your pants off he stopped you.

“Actually, could I take them off?”

“Of course.” You laid back.

He popped the button of your pants, then slowly pulled them off. Letting out a hiss as he saw the lacy pair of panties you had on. Tentatively, he brought a hand to your core. Groaning as he felt how wet the fabric was.

“You’re already soaked…” He said in awe.

His fingers pet you over your panties, making you squirm. You let out a frustrated huff, wishing for more friction.

“Chance…” You whined.

He gave you a smirk, obliging in your wants. Pulling your panties down and moaning as he watched a string of your slick snap between your pussy and the fabric. Large thick fingers trailed over your sex making you moan. He dipped a finger between your folds then brought it to his lips. The taste made him let out a delicious moan.

“I was right, you taste amazing.”

With that, he moved to the edge of the bed. Spreading your thighs and pulling you toward his face. The scent of your sex made his mouth water. He so desperately needed to taste more of you. Without a second thought, he dove in. Tongue sliding through your folds, and meeting your clit. A burst of pleasure rushing through you. Flicking his tongue in circles around your clit had your body jolting.

Oh that book really did teach him…

His eyes watched your response to his ministrations, cataloguing every jolt and twitch his mouth and tongue brought you. Moving from your clit, he dragged his tongue through your folds. Lapping up your slick with a deep groan.

Faster than you expected, you could feel a familiar heat burning in your belly. As he continued to lick at you, your moans grew louder and louder. The pleasure building more and more. If he could hear you moan like that all the time, Chance would die a happy man.

All of his focus was bringing you absolute bliss. And bliss did he bring. The heat continued to grow in your core. Little gasps and loud moans continued to escape you as his tongue memorized you. Tongue flattening then thinning to bring precise licks right to your clit. The fast speed bringing you closer to climax.

“Chance… ah! I-I’m…” Your sentence ended in a moan as he groaned against you.

“Please, cum for me.”

His words sent you spiraling. With a cry, you came undone on his mouth. Your pussy gushing over his lips and chin. His tongue continued to lap at you as you spasmed. When your climax dissipated, he didn’t stop. Your thighs tried to close from the over stimulation, but strong arms pinned them apart.

The man was pussy-drunk out of his mind. Desperately needing to please you more. All you could do was whimper and take it. Feeling another orgasm growing within you. Warm tongue continued to lap away between your folds. His lips occasionally catching around your clit and sucking, making you cry out.

This time, your orgasm hit you like a train. Seemingly coming out of nowhere with a well placed lick to your clit. Your slick squirting out, spraying on his face dripping down his chin. He moaned at the feeling, then pulled away.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said, wiping his chin.

He stood up, loving the sight of you shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure.

After a moment, you composed yourself. Shifting to your knees, your hands reached for his pants. This time your eyes were asking for permission. He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. Your fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then you pulled them down, gasping at the size of the bulge in his boxers. The other article joined his pants, revealing his very hard cock.

It was about average size, but extremely girthy. You almost wondered if it would fit inside you, but decided that you wanted him regardless. Wrapping your hand around his length had him groaning. You gave him two pumps before he whimpered a warning at you.

“Can I ride you?” You asked, eyes filled with want.

“Yes, please.” He breathed out.

Both of you shuffled around on the bed, with you straddling the man. Before you could move he stopped you.

“I-I just realized, I don’t have condoms.” His eyes were wide with concern.

“That’s okay. I’m clean and on the pill.” The way you said it so nonchalantly had him taken aback. You bit your lip, embarrassed. “Or we can stop and I can blow you.”

“N-no. I just want to be sure you’re cool with me going raw.”

Leaning down you gave him a deep kiss, tongue tangling with his.

“I am very cool with it.”

With that, you slid your wet heat against his cock. The man below you groaning at the feeling.

Everything hit him at once. This was happening. You were happening. He was about to have sex, with you, the woman he loves. His heart soared at the realization.

Before his thoughts could race, they blanked out. You slid yourself down his length, groaning at the stretch. Yeah, he was big. Deliciously so.

Beneath you, Chance moaned loudly. Wet soft heat enveloping his cock, made him twitch inside you. There was no way he was going to last long. Already his balls were tightening, ready to release their load deep inside you. The thought had him shivering.

“Am I good to move, Chance?” You asked softly.

He responded with a nod. His warm hands landed on your hips.

Slowly, you lifted up, then slid back down on his cock. As you built up the pace, all Chance could do was moan and whimper. Your own voice joining his as he hit the perfect spots within you. Your clit rubbing against his torso sending pleasure coursing through you. The softness of you walls moving against him was becoming too much.

Just a few more slides against him had him gritting his teeth with a moan. Inside you felt warmth fill you as his cock twitched. Spurts of his cum filling you with a satisfying heat had you moaning. You could certainly get used to this.

Falling back onto the bed, Chance caught his breath. His hands absentmindedly trailed over your torso and hips.

“I’m sorry I finished so fast.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Chance, you made me cum already. Twice, might I add.” You gave him a sweet smile that had his heart jolting.

“Besides, there’s plenty more where that came from.” You purred against his lips before giving him a soft kiss.

“More? Really?” He seemed surprised.

“Of course, Chance. I told you, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled brightly at you.

“So, how was your first time?”

“I’d say, a critical success.”

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