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Yooooo!!! That Snow fic you recently released involving the reader and Treech being in love? Absolute masterpiece! So hear me out: what if you wrote about their connection and how it progressed? Like, before Coryo got his clutches on the reader. There was a moment you described where Treech and the reader snuck out, I’m pretty sure. I’d love to see a story on that. Maybe end it with those dying words you mentioned? Just utter fluff with that heartbreak of an ending.

Capitol's love birds. / Treech

summary : being Snow's twin meant being exactly like him, even though your appearances were slightly different. As a mentor yourself, you were assigned to District 7's male tribute, Treech. it was only in the wagon on its way to the Capitol that the chemistry first sparked, ultimately solidifying your status as the Capitol's favorite lovebirds.

ps ; english is not my native language, and I appreciate seeing your requests for ideas that I may not have thought of. Hopefully, you find the suggestions helpful. please refrain from plagiarizing my work without my permission or proper credit, as doing so may result in being flagged or banned. thank you.

Mentoring proved to be a challenging responsibility, but the greatest struggle arose when love entered the picture. However, this was no ordinary affection; it was a type of love that some might view as disgraceful, while others perceived it as a form of admiration amid the Games. Although Treech wasn't particularly interested in getting to know his mentor, let alone encountering them in another restricted enclosure, it was within those confines that the two of you crossed paths. Despite being Snow's twin traditionally constantly at his side, it was unquestionable that you, too, were destined to trail behind him to discover who your tribute was.

While taking pride in mentoring someone from a district not situated at the lowest rungs of Panem's hierarchy, you were fortunate enough to maintain a semblance of dignity, given the reputation of the district you represented for its familiarity with victory. However, Lucy Gray Baird's captivating performance, the talk of the town since the reaping, cast shadows of doubt over your confidence. All of this, while your brother engaged with fellow tributes, attempting his best to establish his temptation not to gith back.

You couldn't help but notice the stark class distinctions. Dust still clung to their attire, indicating a lack of access to basic amenities like showers before arriving. A twinge of sympathy crept in. "What's a pretty face doing here?" Reaper Ash remarked, catching you off guard. Initially assuming the comment was directed at Coriolanus, you soon realized it was aimed squarely at you. The revelation that you, too, were to become a mentor became apparent. And that the unspoken pressure to make a positive first impression on the fortunate second tribute who had the early opportunity to meet you loomed large. But Ash simply laughed at your brother’s reaction by ordering you stay behind him. Although poorly as his arm performed itself as a fence initiating to any tributes not to go further. "Relax, pretty boy. I won't touch her. Just asking for a friend, that's all."

That friend happened to be Treech, whose imposing silhouette positioned itself in front of you a little closer this time. His gaze had been fixed on you from the moment he laid eyes on you. While you initially attributed it to natural human interaction, the persistent feeling of being scrutinized lingered throughout. It seemed as if Treech was almost surprised or even deceived to have you as his mentor, likely influenced by how your brother had fared so far. "Looking for District 7." You mentioned exchanging quick glances with the tributes to assess who would be best with an axe.

As expected, your eyes landed on the red-headed girl who endeavored to present herself as the ideal candidate for you. "A boy." Your brother corrected, noticing as Lamina stood up, but Treech, adopting a protective stance, advised her to remain behind, much like your twin had done. After all it was a one-on-one game for the time being. "That must be my lucky one." Treech expressed sarcastically, stating it as a matter of fact, causing a subtle pink shade to color your cheeks – a reaction you tried hard to control. After all, it was your very first time you had seen someone outside the District ever. "You get to have the other pretty one." Ash teased playfully, suggesting that, despite Treech's charming demeanor, he was seemingly destined for a grim fate in the arena upon arrival. “I’m a little jealous.” Ash generously said.

Upon reaching the Capitol, you and your brother were taken aback as you discovered an unforeseen aspect of the tributes' journey. The initial understanding was that Flickerman, the Capitol's esteemed journalist, would be present to introduce each tribute upon their arrival. However, what they were unaware of was the presence of two mentors among the tributes, perhaps trespassing without official permission. This, however, was a matter for another time. Despite the somewhat unconventional transportation, Treech remained fixated on you throughout the journey to the Capitol. He seemed entranced by the striking resemblance between you and your brother, sparking a sense of compassion. Observing your interactions and the way you closely accompanied your brother, it was rumored that you were akin to his pet, only permitted to speak when approved by Coriolanus. Despite his disdain for the District, your brother demonstrated a surprising degree of protectiveness towards you, although in the midst of the situation, allowed some space during the encounter with your tribute in an unexpected location.

Fortunately, your keen observation allowed you to realize that you were reaching your destination, a detail that eluded many, including Coryo himself. Swiftly grasping your twin’s arm, a gesture he had ensured, the sudden tilt of the wagon hinted at the possibility of your feet slipping and sliding. Treech's eyes widened at your momentary clumsiness, seizing the opportunity to support you. As your back met the uncomfortable mud of the Zoo, he was determined not to lose his mentee on the spot.

Cameras focused intently on both you and your brother, eliciting a crowd reaction filled with exclamations such as, "It's Snow's boy!" Swiftly, the onlookers noticed your presence next to your brother, who rose and asserted himself. There you stood, a captivating spectacle, with Treech's arm securing your waist and his unwavering gaze fixed on yours. A sly smirk played on his lips as the rest of the crowd declared your presence as well. "And look! The other Snow!" The citizens of the Capitol, already entranced by the presence of the twin siblings on their tributes' first day, began expressing confidence in your victory. This added an additional layer of challenge for the other mentors who were absent from this captivating spectacle. "It's your cue, princess."

"Princess" was the first word he used to address you. Ironically, it took you a moment to realize that all the cameras were focused on you. Your brother had already made his mark, keeping a careful eye to ensure your tribute didn't make any missteps, especially when it came to touching you. However, you were completely under Treech's influence. With a confident smile, he waved at the cameras, making it a bit easier for you to face the potential embarrassment later at home. "She's alright!" He assured, shifting his gaze quickly to your relieved brother. He could have sworn he saw a few Capitol ladies, with similar makeup to yours, watching in awe at how Treech gallantly assisted you. As he watched the scene unfold with Lucy and Snow not far away, he too decided to play the role of the Capitol's love bird.

As preparations for the 10th Hunger Games were underway, Flickerman's team mandated interviews with every tribute each year. From the very beginning, you managed to establish trust with Treech, a bond that proved beneficial. Not only did you ensure he was well-fed, but you also took the initiative to fetch Lamina additional food, given her mentor's apparent neglect. Treech appreciated the maternal role you assumed for Lamina. On one occasion, he confessed that he would go to great lengths for her, even if it meant risking his own life to secure her victory as the final tribute. It was all in the pursuit of making District 7 proud once again, for a Lumberjack always harbors a wealth of secrets up their sleeves.

During his time at the Zoo, Treech found increased joy in your company, particularly when you accompanied him for a quick visit to the arena. Following suit with other tributes, he decided to take the initiative in making the first move. It happened on that initial day when he casually attempted to hold your hand, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. You discreetly glanced at him, careful not to make it too obvious given the presence of the assigned tributes and their mentors. With Coriolanus behind you taking notice. Yet, observing Treech's attempts to connect with you, he sensed a deeper connection between the two of you. Realizing this, your elder sibling understood the need to strengthen his bond with Lucy. To Treech's delight, he could only imagine your brother envying a love that he would never receive in return.

With insider knowledge of the arena and sneaky routes into the Academy, Treech and you managed to slip away after the arena visit. Observing his interaction back with District 4's tribute and noticing his vigilance, a few teases were all it took to provoke Treech into throwing a punch, especially when faced with comments like. "Your girlfriend wouldn't mind if I speak with you?" While it was clear that others were aware of your connection, Treech dismissed it as a mere game, refusing to believe that it held any deeper significance. However, his sentiments towards you had sparked an unexpected depth of emotion within him. "Just a reminder." He sternly directed at the other tribute, his gaze darkening with offense. Spotting you behind him with Lamina by your side, Treech asserted. "You don't speak such filth about Y/N." The onlookers chuckled at his protectiveness and the evident depth of his emotions. "Or else?" They added, challenging anyone who dared to disrespect you.

"Or else, I won't hesitate to cut your head off with my axe. Watch yourself, because I can do it in the blink of an eye." With those words, Treech revealed what you truly meant to him. He could vividly recall Snow's concerned gaze as he tried to pull you away from the escalating situation. However, you had refused that day, meeting Treech's eyes the entire time after discussing the tributes he would be teamed with. "For Lamina's sake," You had pleaded, urging him to be cautious. "Those individuals only seek your vulnerability. They may be from District 4, but they don't understand the power of an axe." Was what Treech said reassuring you with a smile. A smile you’ll never forget.

In that very moment, you decided to take Treech with you for a clandestine escape from the arena. It was a day when even the tributes were granted the freedom to either stay at the arena for practice or wander under the watchful eyes of the Peacekeepers. However, Treech and you had a different agenda. You used the excuse of wanting to make his training more convenient as a cover. For some inexplicable reason, you had the approval of Dr. Gaul, who only instructed that Treech needed to return to the Zoo before midnight. It seemed that being Snow's twin had its perks after all.

Upon your arrival at the Academy's Greenhouse, both of you maintained a quiet atmosphere. This place held a special significance for you, offering tranquility during moments of anxiety or family pressure. Though it was suspected that you were in charge of the Greenhouse, under your grandmother's watchful eye and constant reminders to enjoy tending to flowers like she did, you chose to share this haven with Treech. It was the same place where you had once spoken briefly to him, and he was thrilled not only to spend time alone with you but also to witness the real person behind the facade of prestige and elegance showcased in public. Trying to ease the slight tension, Treech remarked. "You know, I'd be damned to see your brother's face if he were here." It was a fact that you were gradually opening up to someone who was once a stranger but had become someone you deeply loved. "Brother could care less; he has Lucy wrapped around his finger right now.” You added, acknowledging the complexities of your relationships within the family.

A smirk played across Treech's face, revealing his amusement at the thought of your brother feeling jealous. Although they were in similar positions, this time the connection between you and Treech was authentic, not just for show. Playful teasing began to permeate every event at the Academy, serving as a tactic to expose vulnerabilities in both of you. However, with Treech's mentor skills and the insights gained from your brother's tips, he honed his skills and strength, making it increasingly difficult for others to exploit weaknesses or gain his trust. "And would it be fair to say that I, too, have my little finger entirely wrapped around you, Princess?" He added, playfully reciprocating the banter.

His words caused a warm blush to spread across your cheeks, especially when he directed his attention toward you during wound care in practice. The worry in your eyes whenever he made a slight mistake was met with a reassuring thumbs-up and the smile you cherished. There were moments when it became challenging for him to stay focused, particularly when he saw you engaged in conversations with your other classmates. Despite the casual nature of those interactions, he couldn't resist the urge to draw your attention back to him. In response, you chuckled softly, suggesting a meeting on the rooftop of the Greenhouse to admire the stars. "Anything that involves being with you, I'll gladly say yes." He replied with a smile. “You know, I love when you blush more. Especially for me.”

Without uttering a word, you playfully dismissed his comment, rolling your eyes in a teasing manner. You extended your hand, a gesture he effortlessly accepted. "Show me the way, Princess." He said, and together, you ascended the stairs. Luck was on your side as you reached the rooftop just as the sun of the Capitol dipped below the horizon, signaling the arrival of dawn. The sky was clear, and the stars of Panem glittered above, creating a breathtaking scene just for the two of you. "Looks like I'm the lucky one." He marveled at the view. "Having a beautiful face to look at and a beautiful scenery to enjoy all to myself. I'd be damned not to win these Games and return home to a beautiful angel." He confessed, and this time, he genuinely meant every word.

On the other hand, you remained completely silent. Initially, you wanted to express your gratitude, but as the Games drew nearer, uncertainty crept in, even with Treech's skills. The looming uncertainty, especially regarding Lucy's well-being and Snow's single-minded pursuit of victory, left you unsure. Despite your love for your brother, his focus was solely on winning, regardless of the familial bond. Treech noticed the tension as the two of you sat next to the bench, and he tried to bring you closer. In an unexpected reaction, you flinched—a rare occurrence. "Hey—" Treech began, but he immediately noticed your slightly swollen face and your eyes fighting back tears. The man you loved had become, overnight, a complete stranger at best. "Look at me, Y/N." He pleaded, adopting a worried tone as you broke down in front of him. The situation must have been incredibly embarrassing for you.

"What's wrong?" His voice softened as he looked at you, tender care evident in his gaze. He took immense pride in having you as his partner during the Games and falling in love with the most exceptional mentors he could have ever asked for. He harbored concerns about the possibility of you crying over his lifeless body, should the worst come to pass. The thought of hearing you scream his name filled him with worry, although he made a concerted effort not to show it. His overarching plan was to make you proud and, above all, to be loved by you until his very last breath.

"Have you ever genuinely fallen in love?" Your question resonated with Treech. Of course, he loved you. You were an unexpected and, ironically, his first love. And so for you. The circumstances of your meeting might not have been ideal, but as long as he was with you, that's all that mattered. And if things worked in his favor, it was not just for him but for Lamina as well, given that she often regarded you as someone she could trust. "Like genuinely." You added, trying your best not to burst into laughter. Your tears didn't make it any easier, giving you a slightly maniacal tone.

“Of course, and that person is sitting right in front of me.” His eyes not taking his gaze from you. How he watched you loosing yourself entirely in the moment of a mere seconds. Your old habits resurging as you would try to numb the pain of your fingers by scratching the very last skin until it bled. To which Treech could not help to notice the moment he had met you. He grabbed your fingers, making you to stop it quickly as he began to peck every single fingers. “And I have made a promise to myself, that if I’d ever win. That we will be reunited together. Build a family, run away together. Be the lovebirds the Capitol wants us to be.”

A mixture of remorse and relief surged through you as you heard every word from Treech, assuring you that he would stay alive and well. If only you could muster the same confidence he exuded. Despite your attempts, he gently wiped away your tears, his fingers delicately holding your chin to meet his gaze. "You know, even if it's not the conventional way to confess one's love to another, I might be able to let myself do it." He said, leaning in to press his lips against yours. They were soft, just as you expected, carrying the comforting scent of wood he had kept upon his arrival—a reminder of home, a home with both you and Treech.

"I love you to the bottom of my heart. I know our first meetings weren't the best, but the way you cared for Lamina, and even showed care to me, proved something deeper. If we can continue doing that every night until the Games, I'll make sure you genuinely know that I love you." He confessed once the kiss broke. His words carried a weight that nearly brought tears to your eyes, holding you in place. The both of you chuckled at the irony of the situation, yet a newfound sense of confidence enveloped you—something you had never experienced before, especially as someone from a District.

"Man, I wish we could continue this, but I don't want you to get punished for bringing me here—" This time, you swiftly cut him off, recognizing that it wasn't the right time for such activities, especially just a few days before the Games. Instead, you proposed a deal—a deal he seemed to enjoy a little too much. Every time you had the chance to train with him, just before returning him to the Zoo, you would indulge in cuddling and sometimes reminisce about home. Occasionally, these encounters escalated into intense make-out sessions, leaving him with a desire to mark you visibly. The marks led to teasing from some classmates, making you blush, and occasional interventions from your brother. Despite casual warnings, Treech took pleasure in denying everything with a smirk that your brother despised. To add to his delight, that same night, Treech deepened the marks, leaving a lasting impression. Just to see Snow’s furious face once again.

Although this little pleasure was only going to last very soon, when the Games were officially commencing and you knew that. With you being at least able to say your final goodbyes to Treech, he could to feel your worrying about his situation. Cupping your face so delicately as a mention that everything was going to be alright. It was the last time that you also felt his lips brushing against yours. A kiss you would not forget so easily.

During the Games, you and the remaining mentors, alongside your brother, watched with stress and concern for the well-being of your tributes. While your eyes remained fixed on Treech, you also tried your best to ensure Lamina's safety. However, the situation took a dire turn when the poison finally affected Treech. Feeling helpless, you did everything in your power to find a remedy, attempting to prevent the symptoms from worsening and to make them last until only one tribute remained. "The poison!" You angrily tried to draw attention, tears welling up as you called out to your brother, who paid no heed. Seeing you suffer for the one you loved was what he had envisioned from the start. His pleasure lay in witnessing Treech's suffering on screen. "Please! Give him the medication!" You appealed to your District 7's female mentor, but it was too late. Treech's coughing worsened, and your eyes remained fixed on the screen. "Treech..." was all you could say.

Treech sensed that you were watching him, but whether it was with shame or grief, he couldn't discern. What he was certain of was seeing the expression on your face—a face that conveyed concern and a desperate desire to help. He knew that if the poison were to affect him, you would swiftly send the medication. However, it didn't happen, and he realized it was too late. Lucy had managed to escape, unlike him, who became the prisoner of an inevitable and senseless death. As he noticed the cameras focused on him, he understood that by now, you would be looking at him. "Y/N..." he began to cough in the middle of his sentence, capturing the attention of everyone in the room, including your brother. "I loved you since we met. Please, once I am gone, I want you to know that I genuinely loved and will always love you."

"No!!" Your voice wavered between tears, desperately trying to advocate for the medication option repeatedly. Cursing under your breath, you fought against Pliny Harrington, who did his best to restrain you. "Y/N..." he tried to console you, sensing the profound grief from everyone's tributes, including yours. What he failed to comprehend was the deep connection between you and Treech, destined to become the Capitol's favorite lovebirds. "It's too late..." His voice turned into a plea for you to stop. It was at that moment that your entire body went numb. In Pliny’s arms, you managed to sit down, and as Snow's victory loomed over you, you realized that your confidence was about to be completely overshadowed once again. You would become Snow's source of pride and victory.

A man you had once loved would forever reside in your heart. In the heart of District 7, you were revered for your role as a caretaker for both its female and male tribute. What you were not aware of was that, unlike Snow, you became the face of purity and trust—a bond between the District and the people of the Capitol. It was a paid respect for the Capitol's most famous lovebirds.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Hi dearie! So I was wondering if you could do an Eddie x femReader with a slight of Chrissy x Eddie. Say they have a party after graduation and maybe they start talking about who has kissed who and who has kissed someone from every clique in school, that sort of thing. And perhaps it turns out that Eddie has only ever kissed his girlfriend from school and everyone is like 'no cheerleaders? They buy from you all the time, no one kissed you?' and he's like 'no, why would they kiss the freak?' so Chrissy, trying to be nice says 'well, this is me apologizing on all the cheerleaders behalf" and she kisses him, just a peck but the reader gets jealous, so she decides to show Eddie whom he belong to. Hardcore smut, pretty please!

Love this

Smut- public handjob- Mommy kink ( very little use )

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Chrissy was having a huge end-of-the-year/graduation party for the senior class. Everyone filled her house, smoke and the smell of liquor traveled all around the air.

Eddie sat outside, a few students around him as they settled by the fire pit. A conversation of cliques throughout the years was falling off of people's tongues. Eddie barely paid attention, waiting for his girlfriend to come back from the bathroom. But his name snapped him at the moment.

"What was that?" He asked, politely asking Chrissy to repeat herself. She giggled at his unawareness and repeated her question.

"Who was the most "clique " person you've kissed?" Her blue eyes are watching intensely. Everyone grew curious and watched him for a reply.

"Oh, no one really. I just kissed Y/N and that's it." He shrugged. He didn't think it was a big deal, he didn't want to kiss anyone other than his girlfriend.

"Wait what? You've had countless deals with cheerleaders and you didn't at least kiss any?" Chrissy asked shocked. She had deals with Eddie, and she knew how charming Eddie was. The fact that no one made a move on him before his relationship with Y/N started blew her mind.

"Come on Chris, why would a cheerleader want to kiss the freak in the middle of the woods?" Eddie pointed out, he had no idea why Chrissy found it so surprising. No one ever looked in Eddie's direction, until Y/N changed that.

"Well, on behalf of all the cheerleaders here's your apology." Eddie was confused about what she was saying until she started leaning closer. Eddie's mind went blank, was she about to-

Then her cherry lips met his. It was a tiny peck, but still a kiss. Eddie's eyes flew open even wider. She pulled away with a sweet smile that dropped once she looked up.

Eddie saw the apologetic gaze on her face and quickly turned around. His girlfriend stood a few feet behind, he assumed she was finally coming back from the bathroom. And of course, at the worst possible time.

Chrissy quickly backed up to allow Eddie to rush to his feet.

Y/N didn't bother saying a word. Just a sad look on her face as she turned around and raced back into the house.

"Shit Eddie, I didn't think." Chrissy quickly tried to apologize, but Eddie was already racing into the house after her.

He saw her making her way to the front yard, his keys in her hand as she got in the van. He knew she wouldn't leave, but he didn't want to leave her alone to think the kiss was something serious.

He got in the passenger seat, silently sitting next to her.

"It wasn't what it looked like. We were talking about kissing certain groups of students, and I admitted I never kissed a cheerleader. Chrissy wanted to make up for it and I wasn't expecting it and she saw you. It really didn't mean anything." Eddie tried to explain.

"Did you want her to kiss you?" She asked

"No"

"Did you like it?" Another question ran off her tongue.

"No."

"Were you upset that a cheerleader never kissed you?"

"No, because I don't care about them. I didn't care about kissing a cheerleader ever. I spent all my deals before you just doing plain deals. With you, I spent all my deals rushing through so I could see you faster. " Eddie explained, reaching to grab her hand. He was relieved when she let him hold her hand. She wasn't pissed off enough to shove him away.

"So Chrissy thinks cheerleaders are so high on the scale that she feels bad that a cheerleader hasn't kissed you. Like I'm basically nothing because I don't have pom poms? She actually feels sorry for you because of that." Y/N snapped. She was barely angry about the actual kiss, now she was pissed that Chrissy felt the need to make it up to Eddie. Like he was missing out on life because he picked Y/N.

"I don't think that's what she meant by it," Eddie said but quickly shut his mouth when Y/N's head snapped towards him.

"Are you defending her after she kissed you? Are you fucking serious!" She snapped, rolling her eyes as she removed herself from the van.

Eddie got out of the van behind her. Racing on the other side to trap her against the door. His body pressed against hers to keep her locked in place.

"Not defending her! You could be right! But I don't care. Trust me, I don't care about kissing a cheerleader. I don't see kissing a cheerleader as a big accomplishment. My big accomplishment is you. I've seen those cheerleaders performing, and you are way more impressive than that. If anything, people should be feeling sorry for themselves that they haven't kissed you."

Y/N hated the way a smile was making its way to her lips. Why did he have to be charming?

"Fucking suck up" she laughed, smacking his chest.

"I love you." He smiled, pecking her lips softly. She hummed and kissed him back. Allowing herself to calm down.

But there was still jealousy burning in her gut, and that was something she knew how to work through.

She pulled away with a smirk, pushing Eddie's body off of her.

"What? I thought we made up!" Eddie pouted, his bottom lip sticking out as he gave her puppy eyes.

"Oh, we did. Now I have to show this party how lucky you are that you didn't waste time with a cheerleader."

Eddie hated how fast he lost his breath. How quick his jeans got tight around his thighs.

"Yeah?" He squeaked out, nervously licking his lips. She had a mind of her own, and he had no idea what she would come up with.

She grabbed his hand and brought him to the front of the van, a smirk on her lips.

"Face the van." She demanded, Eddie followed her direction. Turning his body to face the front of his van.

"Unbutton your jeans." She instructed, Eddie felt his body grow hot. Looking over his shoulder, she stood there crossing her arms.

He nodded, unbuttoning his jeans, getting nervous as he looked back at Chrissy's house. No one was outside, but he didn't know if anyone would notice them outside through the windows.

Eddie waited for the next direction, nervously looking over his shoulder again.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, Y/N enjoyed the way his voice was shaky and cracked throughout the sentence.

"I'm going to jerk you off, baby. Right here in that bitch's front yard. You are going to cum all over your van." She explained. Her voice was confident and strong. And it drove Eddie crazy.

Eddie whimpered at her words, terrified to be seen but yet turned on for the same reason.

He melted into her touch the second her hands wrapped around his body. Her palms were flat against his chest, moving down to slide her hands on his bare stomach. Fingertips traced circles up his chest, goosebumps forming over his skin.

"Please." He whined, his hips bucking forward

Y/N smirked at his desperation. Taking her right hand near her mouth, spitting on her palm. Her left hand moved up to twist his nipple. Loving the way he immediately moaned and fell into her.

She traveled her right hand down to his boxers, taking his cock out. Starting with slow strokes as she pumped his cock in her hand. His cock was red, hot to the touch, and throbbing in her hand.

"My slutty boy likes this, huh?" She teased. She kept her mouth right next to his ear. All her focus was on him, not caring if anyone would come outside or not. Not caring if the neighbors looked outside, and saw two teenagers messing around.

"Yes" he shyly admitted. The control she had over him warmed his stomach. Even in naughty moments like this, he never felt so loved.

She picked up her pace, stroking his cock at a quicker pace. Twisting her hand around his tip when she reached the top. Enjoying the moans and whines coming from his throat.

Praising him in his ear. Encouraging him as he moved his hips into her grip. His head was thrown back as her hand worked on his cock, and her other hand continued the torture on his nipples.

A beautiful mix of pleasure and pain swirled around inside his body. She knew how to work his body to get what she wanted. If she wanted a certain pitch of a whine, she knew exactly how to get it.

His breathing picked up, his hips were fucking into her hand. His stomach was clenching, and his knees were close to giving out.

"Need to cum, please." He warned his hands smacking against the front of the van, slowly bending over as he breathed hard against the hood.

"Look at you. Bent over your van, begging to cum." She mocked, but her words just sent him closer to the edge.

"Mommy please." He pleaded, he tried to grip the hood and hated that there wasn't anything to hold on to.

"cum." She whispered in his ear. Pumping his cock in the direction of his van, forcing him to paint the hood in his cum.

He came with a loud whine, clenching his jaw as she pumped him through his orgasm. He watched as the white ropes of cum landed all over his van, a sight he'd remember forever.

She removed her hands from him, allowing him to catch his breath. She kissed his neck, praising him in his ear.

Once she felt like he was slightly settled, she moved her hands to tuck his cock back in his boxers and fixed his jeans.

"Thank you." He panted, a fucked out smile on his face. His cheeks were red as his body burned.

"Clean it up." She said, her finger pointing to the mess.

"I have a rag, one second." He said, moving to walk around the van but she stopped him.

"Use your tongue."

He looked over at her, eyes wide as he blushed at the idea.

"You want me to lick up my cum?" The question on his tongue made him whimper.

She nodded, crossing her arms as she waited for him to follow her orders.

He moved on his shaky legs, moving closer to the hood as he leaned down. Flattening his tongue as he trailed his tongue all around, collecting the taste of his orgasm on his tongue.

Y/N hoped more than anything that the group of cheerleaders was watching. Their status had nothing on her.

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