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marookiee · 13 days ago

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YES LAWD

tuscan!top!gf x emo!bottom!bf

i HEAVILY recommend listening to ⬇️

whilst reading.

—now let’s dive in, shall we?

———

your parents did care about you and who you dated but then again, they didn’t. they gave you everything you ever wanted, but they were rarely present in your life. they worked 24/7 and when they weren’t working they would go on trips by themselves.

with the absence of your parents, you were notoriously known for your weekend thrashers. with a three story mansion and enough square footage for a military, you had to utilize it if your parents wouldn’t.

your mothers tuscan decor and clothing really seeped into your closet early on. by age 5 you were the coolest, and cutest, kid around. this led to your popularity in middle school which advanced to high school.

your life had balance. you were smart, thoughtful, self-less, but you also partied and occasionally drank. you started going to parties during your tenth grade of high school. slightly hungover on sunday night, chipper and wide awake on monday morning.

you were popular, everyone knew you and wanted to be your friend but you preferred staying to yourself. you never wanted people to actually use you, whether that be for your smarts or your money.

pre-dating

another party, another thousand people to accommodate. no biggie. your parents ‘american express’ credit card they gave you when you were 12 would pay for everything. your parties are what your community thrived off of. you left all your parties open invite. whoever showed up had fun, whoever didn’t heard about it.

every thursday night before the parties you’d go to costco after school. you stocked up on soda’s, chips, dip, candy, fruit, cheese, crackers, lunch meats, anything you thought you’d need to survive the weekend with.

this weekend was no exception to one of your parties. the only difference this time was that you were now 20, still living with your parents because they basically left the house to you.

you had set up everything by 8pm, and people started showing up at 8:01.

despite throwing the parties, you never truly indulged in them. you socialized, drank here and there, conversed, ate on bits of things, but you didn’t really do anything else. you watched people skinny dip, you watched people play beer pong. you watched people vomit into toilets, and that’s all you did. you watched and observed.

most of the times you stayed on the couch and read a book or watched tv. you were present during your parties but not actually partying.

this is how you met harper. a pixel belt, lip service jeans, sunny day real estate t-shirt wearing, black lipstick as eyeshadow, asymmetrical bob, guy. he heard all about your parties and how fun they were. how it was a good way to ease yourself into ‘college life.’ he decided it was time to show up because had nothing better to do as a senior in high school.

as soon as he walked in, it was like a rave. bright flashing LEDS, people yelling, music blasting, beer cans on the floor, red solo cups being thrown every which way. he walked around with his hands in his pockets.

your were both similar in the way you walked. you were both unmistakable. accessories and all jewelry jingling as you walked by, a strong scent, and a unique style, or ‘out of the norm.’

he walked around, talked, held a root beer, ate a few cherries, and truly enjoyed himself. he liked doing things out of his comfort zone.

you were leaving one of the many bathrooms when you bumped into him. you recognized him from around your neighborhood.

“hi, sorry.” you smiled at him. he wasn’t that much noticeably taller than you, but unmistakably younger. 17 or 18 you thought.

“ah, it’s alright.”

woah, you did not expect that voice out of him. it was.. soft? you expected something raspy, scratchy, deep. along with his rather soothing voice, he was also cute. he piqued your interest, even.

“is this your first party of mine?”

“it actually is.”

“what are your thoughts? not that i’m craving validation, just curious.”

“it’s.. something. i haven’t seen you down there though.”

“i don’t actually like participating in whatever they do.” which was 100% true. you didn’t like everything they did.

“me neither.” he shrugged and continued to stand there, hands in pockets.

“i like your style.” you eyed him up and down carefully. he reminded you of yourself. the attention to detail, the coordinating colors, the stacks of bracelets and necklaces.

“thanks..” he looked down and observed himself. “i like yours too.” he looked back up and met your eyes.

“thanks!” you smiled. “this is the most interaction i’ve ever had with anyone at a party, ever.”

“glad i can be the first. your easier to talk to then i would have assumed. knowing your.. status.”

“i think everyone assumes i’m mean because i’m ‘popular’ and throw parties as such but i try not to be!”

“it’s all stereotypes.”

“you probably have some too. like, what, you’re weird? only like black and listen to screaming music?”

“exactly. while all of that is true, it’s not the only thing about me.”

“oh? please, tell me more.” you cut yourself off. “actually—” you look around and noticed the music getting increasingly louder. “come with me. it’s too loud out here.”

you took him to your upper level lounge room. no one would be there you hoped. and when you got there, it was empty. you sat down on one of the ridged swivel chairs. “sit where ever you’d like.”

he sat across from you on the end of one of the couches.

“continue.” it was more of a request but you weren’t forcing him.

“well—” he curled his hands into his lap. “i like piano, ive had lessons since i was 7. i like artist like mitski and clairo, and sone k-pop and j-pop bands..”

you perked up. “seriously? me too!”

he smiled so small that it was almost impossible to notice.

“well what do you like? what makes you not fit your stereo?” he waved his hand towards you.

“i like collecting haunted dolls. that’s probably the only thing that makes me stand out. my room is full of them.”

“can i see?”

“of course! follow me.” you eagerly took him to your room.

———

it was well into the early morning before you and harper parted ways. he was the last one at your house. it was 5:23am when you walked him down to your front door. he stood in the open doorway, looking back at you.

“that was.. the best party i’ve ever been to.”

“that was the best party i’ve ever hosted. i’ll see you at my next one i hope?”

“wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

you closed the door after he walked off the porch and sighed. you smiled at the thought of seeing him again but it all came crumbling done as you stared at the mess before you. you immediately got to work.

one week later

you were setting out drinks for the upcoming party when the doorbell rang. a sing-song lullaby played throughout the house. you set down a bag of ice and walked to the door. it wasn’t even 7pm yet, who could possibly be this early?

you opened the door carefully and sighed upon seeing harper.

“well hi.”

“am i too early?” he grinned as he scratched at the back of his neck.

“not at all, come in. i’m still setting up.”

———

with his help you were done putting everything out by 7:15. you had 45 minutes until everyone arrived. you were both back in your room now.

“i’ve been thinking about your doll collection all week.” what an odd confession from him you had thought.

“really? why’s that?” you were sat criss cross on your bed while he was looking at your dolls again.

“i feel connected to them. they resonate with me for some reason.”

“well they told me that they liked you too.”

he chuckled and one from you followed after.

———

everyone showed by 8pm like clockwork. you and him were still in your room. you invited him to sit on your bed.

“we can watch a movie?”

“a scary one i hope.”

“wow, how’d you guess?” remote in hand you clicked through your streaming services.

20 minutes into “the shining” and one of your hands was on his hip as he basically swallowed your tongue. his signature eyeshadow was already melting off as sweat accumulated around his eyes. your other hand laid on his neck, and you were seated on top of him. his hands rested anxiously on your waist; fingers trembling as they softly caressed the area under your sheer tank top.

it was clear from this makeout session alone that you were definitely going to peg him eventually.

post dating

harper had initiated your first real contact over the phone. this loser asked if you had myspace, or kik even discord. it boiled down to you giving him your instagram.

he was actually semi famous; 541 followers. he was only following 38, you being one of them, and he had 0 post. typical. he claimed he “never knew what to post.” after getting to know him, he was so intriguing. you’ve spent hours going through his camera roll, instagram story archives, snap memories.

4 months of getting to know each other, chatting over the phone and him turning up at your door during random days of the week, he had hesitantly asked if you wanted to “talk.. romantically.” with a soft laugh and a nod of your head you responded “i’d love to.”

after 8 months of talking, he finally asked you out. you were actually at his house, in his room. the dimly lit area with the moonlight shining in through the windows made you look ethereal (his words). his head was buried between your breasts. he was such a baby (your words).

you didn’t understand him at first. something along the lines of “…thinking.. want.. forever..”

you were clueless of course. “hm?” you tapped his cheek.

he lifted his head. “i said i’ve been thinking and i want us to be forever.”

“is that right?” you began to smooth back his hair. “is this your way of asking me out?”

“i’m not asking you out. i’m declaring that we’re meant to be together for eternity.”

“if you say so..” you pushed his back down and continued to cradle his face.

from that day on, you saw each other every day.

———

one of his visits lasted a lot longer than expected which led to him meeting both your parents. your mother was lugging in a suitcase with your father behind her doing the same. they stilled upon seeing a “delinquent looking boy” (fathers words) in their kitchen.

“who—who are you?!” your mother screamed. “call the police!” she swatted at your father’s hand.

you ran into the kitchen, obviously startled by the screaming.

“mom! he isn’t an intruder!” you took a protective stance in front of him. “this is my boyfriend.”

they froze, completely. shock evidently plastered on their faces.

“what? what? this is your boyfriend?” your parents both eyed him, clearly disapproving.

“yes. he’s my boyfriend.” you emphasized each word a bit differently for it to really stick. “you guys are hardly around, ever. you do not get a say into who i date.”

poor harper, stunned and embarrassed, could only lay a hand on your waist as he stood behind you, trying to make himself somehow smaller.

“his name is harper, and if you’re anything but loving towards him we’ll leave.”

“please, let’s talk about this. he isn’t—”

“no. you don’t get to speak on this matter, dad.” you cut him off quickly. “you two will love him as i do, or you’ll at least accept him.”

they nodded, both swallowing thickly.

the rest of the night went over slightly awkwardly and quiet.

———

the next morning, your parents were gone again. you didn’t know to where nor did you care. harper had slept over like any other night.

you were sat at the counter eating a handful of blueberries. he walked in, hair messy and clothes distraught, hickies and love marks displayed all over his collarbone and thighs.

“good morning handsome.” you pulled out one of the stools beside you and tapped it.

he sat down promptly and leaned his head onto your shoulder. his hands laid in his lap as he sighed.

“mornin’”

you smiled, completely lost in the pure bliss you felt whenever he was around.

———

it took around 5 months before your parents truly accepted him. you dad would mumble that he never fit your family aesthetic. that his vibe was too “quirky” and “different.” but you didnt care one bit. harper made you happy, so extremely happy, you didn’t give one care what your parents had to say about him and you made sure he understood that.

an: the end! let me know all your thoughts, please and thank you! —— love ya ;3

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marookiee · 2 months ago

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༚༅༚˳. “Easy Like Sunday Morning” ༚༅༚˳.

summary: caleb comes to pick you up for your weekly gym session, but he gets a little too excited to see you…

cw: MDNI, fem reader, smut, masturbation, pet names, unestablished relationship, vaginal sex, dry humping, kissing, unprotected sex

pairings: sub caleb x mc/reader

music: Novacane - Frank Ocean Father Figure - George Michael Surrender - Kut Klose F.U.C.K. - Victoria Monét (play when mentioned for the best experience)

It's just another Sunday. You and Caleb have plans to go to the gym together, something that has become a weekly occurrence.

Although you couldn’t sleep last night, your head was filled with thoughts about him. You’ve had this crush for months now. Yes, you have always been very close, but recently something about him.. awoke something in you. His biceps have gotten bigger, his face slimmer, his demeanor more intimidating. But only you knew what a softie he truly was. And also, what kind of “best friend” tells you they get off to the work pictures you’ve sent them? Not a normal one. So why would you risk your valued friendship for some silly romance.. that might not even be reciprocated? The answer seemed obvious. You shouldn’t.

So after breaking a sweat last night, you woke up an hour early to take a shower before Caleb picked you up at your apartment. Little did you know, he got up 2 hours before you.

To pretty himself up, and to get you both coffee. he knows you both have packed schedules, so he tries to take maximum advantage of the time you get to spend together. Like friends do right?

As Caleb made his way down to your place, you had just woken up. Face flushed and disheveled, pajamas wrinkled and on the floor. Hair a mess.

As you hopped into the shower, Caleb showed up at your door. He has a key and knows where the spare is, but he always knocks before entering. After about 5 minutes of knocking and waiting, he decided you were probably still asleep. He came in and took his shoes off, dressed in a black compression shirt and black sweatpants, he looked way too good.

He heard the sound of your speaker, Novacane by Frank Ocean playing. Meaning you must’ve been awake. Sitting the coffee down on your kitchen table, he realized you were in the shower.

No biggie.

Oh, but the door is cracked.

None of his business…

A peek won’t hurt!! Right??

Just to make sure his best friend was okay…

Creeping over to the door, Caleb put his body behind the door and his eyes in the thin opening of it. You were washing your hair.

No big deal.

But man…You sure did look good all wet.

With your eyes closed.. hands moving in circles through your pretty brown hair.. making your boobs bounce…

WHAT??

Caleb moved his head behind the door with the rest of his body. No way he’s having this freak-ass thought about his closest friend.

He couldn’t let this continue any longer.

That would be absurd.

What a perv, dude. Stalking his best friend in the shower. Gross. Caleb thought to himself, arms crossed over his chest, still behind the door.

It’s not like you know though. That’s a relief.. what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

Oh, exactly.

So.. maybe it wouldn’t hurt for him to have a look for.. just a little bit longer..

Quietly, Caleb settled his body on his knees, directly in front of the door crack. One hand on the door, and one hand on the frame, he watched as you poured body wash onto a rag, rubbing it together and then onto your body.

Furrowing his brows and letting his mouth hang open just a little, he was dumbfounded. This was exactly how he envisioned your body to be. Plushie breasts and a cute stomach.. complimented by smooth thighs.

I mean.. not that he’s imagined it.

The suds multiplying and slipping down your entire body, combined with the vanilla scent that’s now made its way through the crack of the door, really affected him.

Removing one hand from the door, his hand made its way to his sweatpants, making him realize how painfully hard he was. The contact made him jump a little, his brows furrowed even more, mouth now all the way open.

He can’t go to the gym like this. he can’t let you see him like this. he has no choice but to take control. “this is so wrong”, he whispered as he reached one hand into his sweatpants, pulling his flushed, leaking cock out.

He looks back up to where you're still standing, now attempting to wash your back.

Caleb swipes the tip of his cock, letting out a quiet wince at how sensitive he is right now. As you reached your arm around to get to your back, Caleb focused on your ass.

It always looked so soft.. so plushie.. so.. perfect. The suds dripped down your back, onto your ass, and down your legs.

He started stroking himself to this sight, having to bite his lip to contain his whines. As you started to rub the soap off your body, grabbing onto your breasts and sliding over your thighs and stomach, Caleb began to wonder what it would be like to be under your control. To just be yours.. even for a night. Even if you were just using him for your pleasure. he wouldn’t mind.. as long as he could make you feel good. as long as he was the one making you feel that way.

Picking up the pace of his strokes, it became harder and harder to hold back his moans. Pressing his head against the door frame with one hand holding onto it, he started to let out small whimpers. “y-yeah.. fu-fuck..” Caleb glanced back at your body, trying to get one last look before he finished and attempted to act nonchalant.

You were completely washed off, and completely wet. just enough to send him over the edge. His abs and biceps were sweaty, they tensed as his hands and legs shook, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out a loud, pornographic moan, as cum shot out onto his shirt, which was lifted just slightly.

He immediately came down, mortified at what just happened. he thought to himself, “how could anyone possibly cover this up”.

He was never going to see you again. You were going to hate him if you caught him like this. And when he thought things couldn’t possibly get worse, you opened the door.

Although he felt like the dirtiest filthiest creep, you loved the sight before you. Caleb was on his knees, his abs and biceps swole against his tight shirt, his pretty red cock on display, resting on his abdomen. cum all on his shirt, his eyes were big and puppy-like, and his cheeks were getting redder by the second.

You were in a black silk robe, hair wet and clean, looking down at him. and before he knew it, he was hard again.

But to his surprise, you smiled at him.

“H-hey. I’m so sorry.. please let me explain..”, He managed to stutter out, still obviously shaken up.

“No need.” You said, settling down on your knees in front of him, looking him in the eyes.

“W-what? You’re not mad? You’re not gonna punch me in the face and kick me out?”

“No. of course not. As long as you can answer me this.”

“Oh um..okay...”

“Have you done this before?”

“…Huh?” Caleb’s eyes grew bigger, scared to say the wrong answer. His ears practically steaming because of the eye contact.

“Have you done this before. to the thought of me.” Your voice wasn’t questioning of him, it was almost.. demanding.

Caleb’s brain was practically mush right now, functioning with barely enough energy to muster up a lie.

“Yes.” He said almost immediately, making you stand up to look down on him again.

“Have you ever.. wondered what the real thing felt like?” you said, crossing your arms as a quiet blush crept across your face.

“Of course I have.” Caleb’s cock twitched at your words as his head hung, sending you even more obvious signals.

“Do you want to?” His head whipped up to look at you once again.

“You want to? With me? ”

“Yes.” You sighed out, secretly just as nervous as him.

“You like me? Like that?”

“I do.”

“I never noticed.”

“Yeah me either. I-… I think about it all the time.”

“I-I do too.” Caleb looked back down, then up again, giving you the most pathetic doe eyes, making your knees buckle.

Leaning back down, your hand cupped his cheek. He was burning hot. You smiled at his flustered state, running a hand through his soft hair. He nuzzled his face in your other hand, alarmed at how natural it felt to be like this with you. It was weird.. even though he hates showing people how vulnerable he could be, he liked it with you. It came naturally.

“Are you sure you want to?” You asked again, wanting to make sure he meant what he said.

“I do I do. Please. T-the gym can wait..” You had completely forgotten about the gym at this point, so focused on the tension that nothing else seemed to matter. Your hand sliding down his neck, you thought of what was soon to come.

“C'mon then pretty,” you said to him as you grabbed his hand, leading him to your dim bedroom.

He followed you like a lost puppy, the tip of his cock peeking out of his sweatpants just slightly. This felt like a dream.

He had been in your room before, but not like this. All the windows were closed, with an orange lamp illuminating the space. A candle lit on your nightstand filled the room and made it smell sweet. It all seemed too good to be true.

Your bed was messy, pillows in every direction and your comforter wrinkled. At the side of the bed, you let go of his hand and turned around to meet him. Although he was significantly taller and bigger than you, that didn’t stop his submissive nature.

He looked down at you with big eyes, waiting for you to guide him through what you wanted.

Walking up to him slowly, you ran both your hands through his hair, sitting both of them on his neck.

He hesitantly put his hands on your waist, the silk cooling his hot palms. You were so close. You could feel the heat coming off his body, and the song suddenly changed. Father figure by George Michael played, making the tension 10x thicker.

“C-can I kiss you?” Caleb asked lowly, his breath hitching. You slowly nodded, analyzing his expressions like any could be his last.

His warm hands slid up your waist to your face, cupping it ever so gently.

Your lips finally met, and it was like heaven on earth. Caleb was so warm, and your bodies were pressed so tightly against each other, you could smell his cologne.

Caleb always smelled husky and manly, a scent that always had you trying to smell him again and again. It invoked something in you, as you dragged your hands from his shoulders over his pecs, to finally wrap your arms around his waist.

He twitched at the sudden sensation, and he swiped his tongue against your lips, quietly asking you for access. You immediately parted your lips slowly opening your eyes, to see he was already staring back at you with a low, pleading look.

He made you weak. His tongue met yours, as he dragged one hand up to your your cheeks, fingers pressing in on them for easier access.

He was still staring back at you, making you break a sweat.

He tasted like coffee and dark chocolate, with a hint of cigarettes. You always thought he was so sexy when he smoked.

Caleb was a sloppy kisser, saliva now making its way down both of your chins. He licked a sudden stripe on your neck, sucking the spot a few times before he cupped your ass, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him with ease.

With a hand at your back to support you, he turned around and sat down on your bed, you now straddling him. You could feel how hard he was on your bare pussy, your wetness making a stain on his sweatpants.

He was still holding onto your ass, his hand at your back pushing you forward to kiss him once again. Coming to your ear, he whispered, “Can I take this off?” as his hands rubbed the silk robe tied around you.

You immediately nodded as he met your face, taking his hands and slipping the robe past your shoulders to reveal your breasts. He stared at them for a while, before leaning down and taking one in his mouth, massaging the other in his hand. The sudden warmth and slight graze of his teeth made you let out a choked moan, causing him to look up at you, silently teasing you.

Although Caleb wasn’t the most experienced, he knew what you wanted.

How could he not? You always told him about your past relationships and experiences.. “he was just too dominant, he only cared about his pleasure, I just wanted more foreplay..” he remembered. Always making mental note of what you liked and disliked, he’s been preparing for this moment. Although, he never truly thought this day would come.

You began to move your hips against him, snapping him back to reality as he let out a whine, not stopping him from sucking and biting. You were both a moaning mess, both craving more friction.

Caleb let go of you with a sudden pop, and slid your robe off and to the floor. You took the chance to lift the hem of his cum-stained shirt, revealing his beautiful upper body. You took his face in your hands, kissing him once more, as he analyzed your body.

He sighed out. You’re perfect. You had the body of a Greek statue, not to mention the face of a goddess. His dream girl.

Waking him out of his trance, you got up and got on your knees, grabbing the hem of his sweatpants and tugging them down. Just the sight of you below him made him twitch.

You finally pulled his boxers off, revealing the thing that got all this started. Caleb's arms holding himself up as he sat there, manspreading, ready for you to do something to him. Anything.

His cock was laying on his stomach, dripping pre-cum. You came closer, putting your hands on his knees, you licked a bold strip from the base of his cock to his tip, sucking it a little. The song switched again, Surrender by Kut Klose. Which was exactly what he wanted to do for you.

He sat there in awe, mouth wide open and forehead sweaty, as you stood up to face him.

“Lay back baby,” you said to him in a hushed, sultry tone. He did as you said, laying back on your pillows. You straddled him, your bare pussy just barely grazing him, making him wince.

“Are you that sensitive honey?”

“Yeah I- I don’t do this a lot..” He responded, looking at you with dilated pupils.

“That’s okay. I’ll make you feel good Caleb.”

His mouth filled with drool at your words, as you began to kiss up and down his neck and chest, his shoulders, and his face. Finally, to meet him in a sloppy kiss, your teeth crashing together and your tongues practically fighting.

Your hands fell down his chest and met with the tip of his cock. You swiped it a few times, making him moan in your mouth, you had your hand on the nape of his neck, pushing him into the kiss.

You lined him up with your entrance and finally sunk onto him.

Painfully slow.

The most pathetic whimpers came out of Caleb, his lips now red and swollen.

He sat back to look at you, he’s never seen someone so beautiful. Your hair was still wet and slightly dripping, your perfect skin glowing, your lips wet and your nipples red and hard from him sucking on them. He couldn’t take it anymore. he yearned for you. To feel you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist moving you up and down on him.

“S-shit.. mmh..” He whined as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, he’d never felt this good before. Your chests were flush against each other, both of you lost in pleasure.

Your mouth hung open, you having no control of what came out of your mouth. Although, you weren’t nearly as noisy as him. He was so damn whiny, it was almost pitiful.

You loved it.

He moved his hands from your waist to rub your thighs, watching them moving with every thrust. he took a minute to stare at them, only to look back up and cover your neck and collarbone in kisses.

Your head flopped over to the side, closing your eyes tight.

It was so different with Caleb than with other guys. Not only did he care about how you felt and your experience, but he was also so big. His large biceps made it easy to lift you up and down on him, his strong thighs sat you forward, making you the closest to each other you could possibly be, and his big cock stretched you out just right, hitting all your weak spots.

He looked up at you for a minute, making sure you held eye contact with him. “Am I doing good? Tell me I'm doing good.” You were so close. And he was about to send you over the edge.

F.U.C.K. by Victoria Monet playing, the orange lights hitting his pretty face so perfectly, this was like a dream.

“So good baby. You make me feel so good.”

With these words alone you could both feel what was to come, quickening your pace just a little. Caleb took notice and snuck his thumb down to your clit, rubbing small circles. He watched your face as you threw your head back, a choked moan leaving your lips.

You suddenly felt him shoot up into you, his whimpers loud and broken. He kissed all over your face, as his hot load began to spill out of you.

He grabbed your waist, moving you up and down once again, stuffing it back into you. You continued to hold onto his shoulders, too tired to protest.

He pulled out of you, laid back, and scooted you even closer to him. One arm wrapped around your shoulder, the other holding onto your waist. your cheeks were right against each other, both of your faces covered in sweat.

“Was that good for you?” Caleb asked, out of breath.

“Too good. But.. can I tell you something?”

“Of course, anything.”

“ You’re so easy. “

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