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nanamisgirly · 5 months ago

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༊࿐ ͎. TIKTOK TREND? FOOL, YOU'RE GETTING FOLDED ft. boyfriend!sukuna

cw mostly porn, dom/sub, looot of degradation (he calls her slut, whore, thing, bitch), p in v, unprotected sex, blowjob, cock slap, sukuna is mean basically

wc 2.3k of filth 🙂‍↕️

reblogs and feed back are always appreciated my girliies :333

it all started because you wanted to try this new trend with boyfriend!sukuna. .

“stay put," you instruct him, setting up your phone in front of you before pressing record. at first, sukuna barely reacts, letting you tug at him like an impatient child. but the second he hears the telltale click of the camera, he sighs, already looking irritated.

“the fuck are we doing now?” he grumbles, arms crossed. pink brows furrowed, scowl set deep—he looks done before you've even begun.

you don't answer. you don't even warn him. you just jump—grabbing his face, body crashing into his, lips speeding toward his like some kind of heat-seeking missile. “THINKFASTIMARANDOMGIRL—”

and sukuna does everything but think.

big hands clamp onto your waist, his body moving on muscle memory, his lips crash into yours. instinct takes over—he deepens the kiss instantly, teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue already demanding entrance before you can even process what's happening.

you gasp, eyes wide, pressing a hand to your mouth like he just betrayed you. “what the fuck, sukuna??” you exclaim, breathless. “you're cheating on me?”

he blinks. processing.

then his brows knit tighter, lips still glossy with your spit, and he deadpans, “what the hell are you on?”

“you literally just kissed another girl in front of me!” you point an accusing finger at him, gasping like a scandalized housewife. sukuna follows the direction of your finger—eyes flicking from you… to your phone… back to you. his whole face contorts. his expression shifts from confused to genuinely offended, like you just disrespected him on a spiritual level.

“are you fucking dump?” his tone is flat, unimpressed.

you try to keep a straight face, but his reaction is too good. he looks personally insulted. “what kinda stupid-ass mind games are you playing, huh?” his grip on your waist tightens, pink eyes narrowing. “what is this, some tiktok bullshit?”

you purse your lips, trying not to laugh. “you're avoiding the question, cheater.”

his nostrils flare. “cheater?” he repeats the word. sukuna may be many things—cocky, ruthless, borderline feral— but a cheater? that, he was not.

“…y'know what?” his grip loosens. his voice drops, suddenly calm—too calm. “you're right.” his face comes closer to you, your stomach flips. “i did just kiss another girl in front of you. so i might as well do it right, huh?”

his lips slam against yours—rough, hungry. his teeth sink into your bottom lip—hard enough to make you whimper before his tongue shoves right back into your mouth. his fingers dig into your ass, pulling you flush against him, groaning low and satisfied at the heat of your body against his.

your brain short-circuits. this is—this is not how it was supposed to go.

“you wanted a reaction, yeah?” his voice is all rough and smug, hands grabbing at your ass, pushing you against his length. “wanted me to panic? get all guilty 'n shit?” he huffs a short, breathy laugh. “hell, no.”

he tilts his head, deepening the kiss again before finally pulling back. “the only thing i'm guilty of,” he murmurs, gripping your chin, tilting your head back, eyes burning into yours, “is not fucking this mouth properly.”

your stomach plummets.

you really fucked up. your whole plan—your little joke— is backfiring in real-time. because sukuna's looking at you like he wants to ruin you. like he's about to.

“look at you, all out of comebacks now, huh?” his hand slides up your thigh, fingers teasing the hem of your short, creeping higher, higher, higher—

“'kuna...”

“you wanna call me a cheater?” he interrupts, tilting his head, gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth. “might as well make it worth my time, yeah?” his hand moves from your thigh—down to your wrist. he guids your hand right onto his bulge.

he's hard. thick and heavy straining against his sweats, heat radiating through the fabric, throbbing against your palm. and then—just to fuck with you—he grinds up into your touch, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. “that what you wanted, slut?”

your breath catches. your brain is screaming at you to stop—to explain yourself. but your frozen body betrays you, heat pooling between your thighs, because fuck—he's huge.

“bet if i put you on your knees right now," his voice nothing but gravel and sin, "you'd let me fuck your throat just 'cause i told you to.”

a soft involuntary whimper escapes your lips.

“yeah,” he breathes, cock pressing against your palm, twitching. “that's what i thought.”

sukuna doesn't shove you down—he forces you, his grip tight and bruising in your hair, yanking you onto your knees so fast your head spins. your hands slap against his thighs, trying to steady yourself, but he doesn't give you a second to breathe.

“naughty little thing.” he presses his clothed dick against your cheek, then against your lips—forcing them apart. his pupils blew out when he saw your tongue peek out. “bet you'd let me fuck your throat ‘til you’re drooling.”

you moan at his words, a slow, aching pulse deep in your core. your panties? a useless soaked mess—clinging to your needy cunt, every shift of your thighs making the wet fabric smear slick across your skin.

sukuna huffs out a low chuckle, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and tugging them down just enough to free his cock—thick and flushed, smacking your face on the way. precum beads at the fat tip, twitching with every little gasp you let out, as if it knows exactly where it's meant to be.

you should tell him that this wasn't part of the joke, that this was all just some stupid prank—but you don't.

“you wanted to act up,” he mutters, fisting his cock, tapping the heavy, red tip against your cheek, smearing precum along your skin. “now you're gonna be a good little whore and clean up the mess you made.” before you can even open your mouth, he's already stuffing it full, forcing his cock past your lips, down your throat, chocking you on his length. the stretch burns, your jaw aching as he forces himself in, holding you there—his fat cock throbbing against your tongue, head nudging deep.

you gag instantly, body jerking, but sukuna just groans, shoving you down further. “ohhh, fuck yeah—choking on it already?” his grip tightens in your hair, dragging your head back just to thrust forward again, forcing you to take it, nose pressing into the coarse hair at his base. “you like that, right? bet you fucking love being used.”

drool is already spilling past your lips, eyes welling up. “messy fuckin' slut,” he spits, pulling out enough for you to gasp before he slaps his cock across your face, sticky and slick with spit. he grins at the sight—your cheeks wet, lips swollen, chin dripping. “god, you look so fucking dump like this.” then he shoves himself back in.

“c'mon, take it. all the way,” he growls, fucking into your throat with rough, snapping thrusts. every movement is brutal, merciless, his cock stretching you open, forcing you to gag and swallow around him. “that's it. choke on it. fuckin' drool on me.”

you're gasping for air, moaning, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. your throat is so tight, so warm around him, and he groans deep, his hips jerking harder. “shit—fucking knew you had a slutty mouth on you,” his jaw clenched. “all that yappin' and for what? just to end up here? on your knees, suckin' my cock like a desperate little thing?”

your thighs squeeze together, eyes rolling back as he thrusts deeper, faster, using your mouth like a fleshlight. the sounds are obscene—wet, messy, sloppy, each thrust making your spit spill further onto your shirt, dropping onto the floor.

“atta girl,” he yanks you down onto him one last time, his cock twitching, stuffing your throat so full you can't breathe. he groans, deep and ragged, holding you there. “gonna fucking cum down your throat,” he growls, fingers tightening in your hair. “and you're gonna take every last drop, got it?”

tears streak your cheeks, your body trembling, but you nod as best as you can, moaning around him, sending vibrations up his shaft.

“fuuuuck—” sukuna's head tips back as his cock throbs, spilling hot and thick white strands down your throat. the taste is overwhelming—bitter and heavy on your tongue—but he doesn't let up, forcing you to swallow every single drop. he rides out his high, hips jerking with every pulse of his cock.

when he finally pulls out, a sticky string of spit and cum connects your lips to his tip. he smirks down at you, wiping a thumb across your cheek. “good fuckin' girl,” his voice is thick with satisfaction as he forces your head up to look at him through your dazed, tear-filled eyes.

“now,” he purrs, dragging his thumb across your swollen lips, voice dripping down to a low, mocking drawl. “you're ready for the real punishment?”

“t-the real p-punishment?” you managed to let out through your sore throat, confusion written all over your face.

sukuna crouches down to your level as his fingers trail along your spit-soaked chin. “oh, don't you think i was going to stop there," he licks his lips. “i was just warming up my cock, babe.” and in an instant he's scooping you up off the floor, manhandling you like you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder.

“k-kuna—”you squeak, but he smacks your ass so hard you yelp.

“shut up. you don't get to talk. you just get to take it.”

the world tilts, your back suddenly hitting the bed, the sheets cool against your overheated skin. sukuna's already climbing over you, spreading your legs apart with one firm push of his knee. his grin is nothing short of predatory as he takes in the sight of you—lips swollen and puffy, mascara smudged from your teary eyes, thighs already trembling in anticipation.

“you look so fucking ruined already,” he muses, dragging his fingers up your thighs, spreading your legs wider. his hand dips between your thighs, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties, and he lets out a low, amused hum. “look at this mess.” his digits drag over your puffy lips, pressing right on your clit through the fabric. “all that from just sucking my cock?”

you whimper, hips twitching, heat spreading through your stomach.

sukuna clicks his tongue “pathetic.”

with one swift motion, he grabs your underwear and rips them clean off, tossing the useless scrap of fabric aside. then, without warning he's spreading your folds apart, groaning at the sight. “god damn.” his thumb swipes through your slick, coating his fingers in your arousal before shoving them into your mouth. “taste that, slut? that's what a cock-hungry little bitch tastes like.” your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking them in pure submission, and he groans. “fuck you're so easy. just a dump little thing, waiting for me to stretch you out, huh?”

his fingers slide out of your mouth, trailing back down to your dripping cunt, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your aching clit, smearing your wetness over the swollen bud. his cock is already thick and heavy between his legs, flushed and twitching, leaking precum onto your skin like you hadn't made him cum minutes ago.

“i could slide in right now. no prep, no warning— just split this pretty cunt open and make it take me.” his fingers pressing against your entrance.

your breath hitched, a needy whimper slipping past your lips as your hips bucked into his touch, desperate for more.

and that's when he slaps your pussy.

a sharp, wet smack! rang through the room, the sting pulsing through your clit. your entire body jolted, a choked whine leaving your throat, but sukuna was already gripping your hips, holding you still, fingers digging into your flesh. positioning himself against your core.

“wanna act shy, now?” he mocked, a cruel smirk curling his lips. he dragged the thick head of his cock along your slick folds, grazing your sensitive clit. “you wanted this, didn't you?” his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. “so be a good girl and take every fucking inch."

sukuna doesn't easy you into it. doesn't give you time to adjust.

he's too big, stretching you open with one deep, brutal thrust that punches a gasp right out of you. your nails clawed at the sheets, back arching as he buried himself to the hilt, the stretch almost unbearable, the girth of him pulsing inside your clenching walls.

“fuckin' take it.” sukuna snarled, his hips snapping forward, shoving his monstrous cock balls-deep inside your fluttering cunt. “wanted my attention, yeah? wanted to run that filthy mouth, calling me a cheater—" he pulled back just enough to drive into you again. "now feel every inch of me.”

your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a perfect O as he sets a punishing pace. the slick obscene slap! slap! slap! of skin-on-skin was the only thing we could hear, your dripping cunt sucking him in, making a mess all over his cock and the sheets.

“listen to yourself,” he pants, voice thick with lust, his sweat-damp chest pressing against yours as he leaned down. “dripping all over me like a desperate fuckin' whore.” his hand found your thigh, shoving your legs up, spreading you even wider. sukuna was relentless, stuffing you full, hitting every nerve ending like he was made to break you. the pleasure bordered on unbearable, a searing heat pooling in your gut.

“p-please,” you sobbed, tears clinging to your lashes. “w-want m-more—”

he huffed out a dark chuckle, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he straightened up, arms locked firmly around your thighs. his cock drove even deeper, pounding into you with ruthless force, heavy balls slapping against your soaked, swollen cunt. the impact stole the breath from your lungs.

“yeah?” sukuna's voice was rough, his body slick with sweat, muscles flexing as he fucked you into the mattress. “then take it. take it like the fucktoy you are.”

“y-yes, i-i'm your f-f-fucktoy—mfghn” another sharp thrust, brutal and deep. the swollen head battering your cervix. “so tight,” he growled, “squeezing my cock like you were made for it.” his grin was vicious, all sharp teeth and cruel satisfaction.

“i'm—ohmygod—”

“that's a good girl.” his fingers slip down to your clit, rubbing in fast, precise circles, making your overstimulated body jolts with every movement. “gonna cum for me, slut?” his tone was teasing, but beneath the mockery, there was something deeper—something possessive. “gonna cream all over my cock like the needy girl you are?”

you couldn't stop it. didn't want to. not when he was rearranging your guts so perfectly, pulling moans and gasping whimpers from your lips.

your body seized up, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through you in violent waves. your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper, milking his cock as you came hard, a desperate cry spilling from your throat.

and that's what does it for him.

sukuna groans, a low, guttural sound vibrating through his chest. his thrusts turned rougher, messier, his control slipping as your walls squeezed him so fucking tight. “fuck,” he grits out. “gonna fill this tight little pussy up—gonna make sure you feel me leaking out of you for fucking hours—”

one final, brutal thrust—his cock slammed in to the hilt, burying itself as deep as it could go. then, with a shuddering growl, he spilled inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your overstimulated walls, filling you up until you could feel the heat of it pooling inside.

for a moment, the only sounds in the room is both of you panting, bodies still tangled together.

sukuna doesn't pull out right away. he stayed there, cock softening inside your spent cunt, just watching the way your body twitches beneath him, your breath uneven, your pretty pussy still fluttering around his cock.

a lazy smirk spread across his face. you felt it against your skin as his fingers trailed down, spreading the sticky mess dripping out of you before shoving them right back into your mouth. “taste that?” he muttered, voice laced with amusement. “next time…” his fingers pressed deeper on your tongue, making you gag just a little.

“think fast before running that pretty mouth of yours.”

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paxaz535 · 15 days ago

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FUCK A FAN - pazzi

whereas: azzi and her best friend go to a dallas wings game and paige couldn’t help but notice azzi. she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her.

(i got this idea from wattpad so credits to @/CRYINGFAIRY_)

smut , overstim , p!receive!oral , a!receive!fingering , missionary tribbing, language if i missed any lmk!

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caroline had already told azzi they’d be going to a game, but what she didn’t tell her was that they’d be sitting courtside.

this was azzi’s sixth dallas game—before now, she’d only ever sat in the upper sections. so yeah, she was excited. really excited. she was finally going to see paige bueckers up close. and to say she was nervous? understatement. it’s not like she’d never seen paige before, but courtside seats? that meant right there. front and center. no buffer, no nosebleeds. just vibes and hardwood.

caroline had known azzi was gonna flip when she bought the tickets two days ago. but that was her girl. her ride or die. she’d do anything for her. azzi loved dallas, so caroline made it her mission to get them as close as possible. it wasn’t cheap, but caroline could make that money back easy. she didn’t mind. azzi was worth it.

“be ready by 5:30,” she had said. the game started at 7.

“what do i wear?”

they were on facetime now—azzi’s phone was propped on her vanity while she held up two options: a short sleeve and a long sleeve top, both meant to go under her jersey. she already had her bottoms picked out: black cargo pants. simple fit. she wasn’t trying to impress anyone… (well… maybe someone.) caroline squinted at her screen, analyzing both tops. she hummed before nodding.

“short sleeve. you’ll burn up in the long one.”

she was slicking her hair into a low ponytail as she spoke. azzi followed her lead, pulling hers into a bun. “you’re right…” azzi said, voice low, thoughtful. she put the long sleeve back and slipped on the short one. by the time 5:30 rolled around, azzi was fully dressed and pacing around her room. her nerves wouldn’t let her sit still. she checked the time again—5:28. close enough.

she grabbed her keys off the hook by the door, phone already in her back pocket, lip gloss in the front pouch of her bag. one last look in the mirror: bun neat, jersey on straight, cargos sitting just right. she took a breath, then headed out.

the drive to the arena was smooth, the sky turning golden as the sun dipped lower. azzi had her music low, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against her thigh. caroline had already sent her the ticket confirmation earlier, so she wasn’t stressed about getting in—just about the part where she’d be sitting right there. courtside. in paige bueckers’ line of sight.

when she pulled up to the valet, she hesitated for half a second. this was new. she usually parked herself and walked, but tonight was different. special. she rolled down her window, gave the valet her name, and handed over the keys.

“enjoy the game,” he smiled. “thanks,” she said, swallowing hard.

she walked inside and followed the signs, her shoes echoing off the concrete hallway floors. the air buzzed with pregame energy—fans grabbing drinks, jerseys everywhere, warm-up music thumping through the walls. when she scanned her ticket and the usher started leading her down instead of up, azzi could barely keep her composure. each level they passed made her heart beat faster.

and then suddenly—she was there.

the court opened up in front of her, wide and bright. the sound of bouncing basketballs and squeaking sneakers filled the air. and her seat? right there. first row. azzi stood still for a second before sitting down, taking it in. she was really here. and there she was—paige bueckers—stretching near the bench, blonde hair in a messy ponytail, socks pulled high, locked in. azzi pressed her lips together, sitting back slowly, but she couldn’t take her eyes off her. everything felt surreal.

was she really about to sit here the whole game and act normal?

her phone buzzed.

caroline: “you made it?”

azzi: “yeah. paige is warming up in front of me. i think i forgot how to breathe.”

caroline hearted the message and sent a single text back.

caroline: “don’t pass out. pls.”

azzi didn’t respond. she just put her phone down, adjusted her jersey, and tried to remember how to sit like a regular person. paige jogged toward the sideline, bouncing the ball once before passing it off to a teammate. as she turned to head back, her eyes scanned the front row out of habit.

they landed on azzi for half a second—just long enough for azzi to notice.

their eyes met.

nothing dramatic. no smile. no double take.

just eye contact. sharp. fleeting. gone as quickly as it came.

but it was enough to make azzi’s stomach flip.

she blinked, sat up straighter, tried to look casual—but her fingers were already curling around the edge of her seat.

i’m sure she didn’t look at me… right?

azzi was internally screaming, trying to play it cool, but her brain was spiraling. there was no way. no way paige bueckers just looked at her.

and yet—she had. even if it was just for a second.

she sat frozen in her seat, eyes on the court but focus completely shot. everything felt hazy, unreal, like she’d stepped into a dream she didn’t know she’d been having until now. azzi dragged in a breath and forced herself to blink.

focus. it’s just a game. nothing’s happening.

except her heart was pounding, and her palms were suddenly sweating. she wiped them on her cargos under the pretense of adjusting how she sat, glancing once more toward the bench. paige wasn’t looking anymore. obviously.

still, azzi couldn’t shake it.

caroline’s voice interrupted her thoughts, snapping azzi out of her spiral. “sorry, i had to get gas and got stuck by a train.” azzi turned to see her sliding into the seat beside her, breath slightly hitched from rushing, her hair still slicked and perfect like she hadn’t just jogged through the arena. “you’re fine,” azzi said quickly, a little too quickly. she cleared her throat, forcing herself to calm down. “you didn’t miss anything.”

caroline smirked, glancing at the court. “no?” she leaned in a bit, her voice teasing. “you look like you saw god or something.” azzi scoffed, looked away. “shut up.”

“mmhm.” caroline nudged her, settling in. “she look at you?”

azzi didn’t answer.

she didn’t have to.

caroline smirked, playfully poking azzi in her side. the curly-haired girl laughed, squirming away as she pushed caroline gently. “cut it out,” she said through a grin, rolling her eyes. caroline laughed with her, head tilting back slightly, her smile wide and bright. “you’re so obvious,” she teased, eyes flicking toward the court. “you gonna survive the first quarter or should i go start your car?”

“ha ha,” azzi said dryly, but the warmth on her face gave her away. she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her seat, biting down on her lip to keep from smiling too hard. “i’m chill,” she added, trying to sound unbothered. caroline just raised an eyebrow. “sure you are.”

the arena lights dimmed slightly, signaling tip-off was coming. music started pulsing louder through the speakers. the crowd got louder, too—voices and cheers rising all around them. azzi turned her attention to the court, her heart still beating a little too fast.

this was really happening.

the arena buzzed with anticipation as the starting lineups were announced, fans cheering loudest when paige’s name echoed through the speakers. azzi tried not to react, but her spine straightened just a little. paige jogged onto the court with her teammates, giving a few high-fives before settling into her position. azzi tracked her without meaning to, eyes locked in like it was second nature. caroline leaned over. “you’re not chill,” she whispered. azzi didn’t even argue. she just grinned, shrugging.

the ball was tossed, and the game began. movement exploded across the court—sharp passes, quick cuts, sneakers squeaking against the hardwood. paige moved with ease, fluid and focused, already commanding the floor. she wasn’t just playing—she was controlling the game. azzi had always admired her game, watched highlights, broken down film. but seeing her like this—live, just feet away—was a different kind of electric. every time paige touched the ball, azzi sat up straighter without realizing.

first bucket? clean pull-up midrange jumper.

second? a no-look dime to the corner for three.

“jesus,” azzi muttered under her breath.

caroline laughed. “you drooling yet?”

“shut up,” azzi whispered back, eyes still glued to the court.

and then, during a brief pause in play, paige walked toward the bench to grab some water. her gaze flicked casually across the front row—and lingered. just for a second. her eyes found azzi’s again.

no smile. no nod.

but a look.

this time, azzi felt it.

caroline noticed too. “okay… that was definitely a look.”

azzi blinked. “you saw that?”

“girl, everyone saw that.”

azzi didn’t say anything.

she just turned back to the court, trying not to smile—but failing.

by the end of the first quarter, azzi had barely blinked. the game was fast, physical, and everything she loved about basketball. but if she was being honest—painfully honest—she had no idea what the score was. she couldn’t tell you who hit the last shot or how many assists paige had.

because all she could focus on was her.

the way paige moved—sharp, deliberate, confident. the way she communicated, barely raising her voice but somehow making the whole floor shift with her. and every now and then, when the ball was out of bounds or the whistle blew, paige’s eyes would wander… and land on azzi.

again.

and again.

caroline leaned over during a timeout, her voice low but smug. “you need me to switch seats or are y’all just gonna keep flirting from ten feet away?”

“no one’s flirting,” azzi hissed, though the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. “mhmm. she’s definitely looking at you more than the scoreboard.” azzi picked at the hem of her jersey, trying to play it cool. “she probably thinks i look familiar or something.”caroline stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “right. familiar. because you’ve never posted a selfie in a dallas jersey before.” azzi rolled her eyes, trying to hold back her smile. “you’re annoying.”

“you’re obsessed.”

azzi didn’t deny it.

by the time the second quarter wrapped, azzi was buzzing. she hadn’t touched her drink, barely shifted in her seat. she couldn’t take her eyes off paige—not because she was trying to be weird, but because… well. how could she?

and paige kept looking back.

not often. not enough to be obvious. but enough to keep azzi’s chest tight, her brain short-circuiting every time their eyes met. the buzzer sounded for halftime, and the crowd roared as the players jogged off the court. azzi clapped politely, keeping her composure, even though her heart was doing flips. “i need a bathroom break,” caroline said, standing and stretching. “you good?”

“yeah,” azzi replied, eyes still on the court. “i’m straight.”

“right,” caroline said with a teasing raise of her brow, before heading off.

azzi sat back, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. she grabbed her phone, opening it just to have something to do with her hands. when she looked up again, paige was walking back out from the tunnel, towel around her shoulders, head down—until she wasn’t.

until her eyes were up.

and right back on azzi.

this time, she didn’t look away.

she slowed just slightly as she passed the front row. then—almost so quick azzi thought she imagined it—paige gave her a nod. subtle. controlled. but intentional.

azzi’s lips parted. her body stilled, every inch of her locked in on that one motion.

and then paige glanced back over her shoulder—and smiled.

quick. quiet.

but real.

azzi blinked. her phone buzzed immediately after.

caroline had just returned, sliding back into her seat like she never left. “soooo,” she smirked, pulling her phone out and holding it up. “wanna explain why paige bueckers just smiled at you like you’re dessert?” azzi stared at her. “you saw that?”

“girl, i filmed it.”

azzi groaned, burying her face in her hands. “i hate you.”

caroline laughed. “you’re welcome.”

it was now the end of the fourth quarter, which meant one thing: fans were already closing in, eager to get paige’s and the rest of the girls’ autographs. azzi wanted one. she really did. but she also knew how fans could get—and to be honest, she was a little… scared. the crowd was thick, voices loud, energy wild. caroline stood up and stretched, her eyes scanning the gym as it grew more chaotic by the second.

“you gonna go get your jersey signed?” she asked, glancing down at azzi.

azzi looked back toward paige, just in time to see her crouch down and take a picture with a young fan. the sight made her smile softly, but it also made her hesitate.

she turned back to caroline. “i’m not sure… i want to, but it’s too hectic right now.” caroline shrugged, like it was obvious. “so what? that shouldn’t stop you from getting a signature.”

and she wasn’t wrong. but still, azzi hesitated. “if i do, it might take a while,” she said. “what about you? i don’t want you waiting around all night for me.” caroline raised her hands in surrender. “don’t worry about me. go get your signature.” azzi gave her a look, still unsure. “you sure you’re okay with me staying?”

“i’m so positive,” caroline said, already stepping in to wrap her in a hug. “you deserve it. i’ll text you when i get home—and you better do the same.”

azzi swallowed thickly, nodding as she hugged her back tight. “okay. i love you so much. thank you for everything.”

caroline smiled, squeezing her one last time. “of course. i love you more. have fun!”

azzi watched her walk off, eyes following her until she disappeared into the crowd. once caroline was gone, she turned back toward the court.

and yeah—the crowd around paige had gotten way bigger.

azzi sighed. “this is definitely gonna be a wait,” she muttered under her breath.

still, she stepped forward, easing herself into the slow-moving line of fans. a few people were already ahead of her, holding out signs, posters, jerseys—anything they could get signed. the energy around paige was electric. azzi smiled, watching how kind and present paige was with each person. how she crouched down for the kids, made eye contact, even asked for names.

azzi loved that.

she loved how much people loved paige.

and more than anything, she was happy to see paige so supported.

she was too caught up in daydreaming to notice the light tap on her shoulder.

when she finally turned, a security guard was standing behind her, face unreadable, arms at his sides.

azzi blinked, eyebrows raising in confusion. “uh…” the man didn’t flinch. “ms. bueckers wanted me to give this to you,” he said plainly, holding out a small piece of folded paper. azzi stared at it, then back at him. the crowd around them was still buzzing, too focused on paige to pay any attention to the quiet exchange happening a few feet away. slowly, azzi reached out and took the paper, fingers brushing his gloved hand. her voice came out cautious. “what for?”

but the man didn’t respond. he simply turned and walked off, heading straight back toward the bench, back toward paige. azzi stood frozen, the paper light in her hand but suddenly feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds.

what the hell was this?

and why did paige bueckers just send it to her?

she looked down at the note in her hand. it was small, folded once, neat. her fingers hovered over the edge before she finally began to open it, slowly, carefully—almost like it might disappear if she moved too fast.

her heart pounded in her ears.

what could paige bueckers possibly have to say to her?

her eyes scanned the short message, written in quick, clean handwriting:

“meet me in the locker room once everything is over. i’ll make sure to sign your jersey.”

azzi stared at the words.

once.

twice.

three times.

out of all the possibilities she’d considered—an autograph, maybe a quick thank you, even a wave—this wasn’t one of them. not even close. she folded the paper back up slowly, her hands trembling just enough to notice.

out of all things… she did not expect that.

at all.

her face was hot.

azzi quickly glanced around, checking to see if anyone had noticed the exchange—but the crowd was still entirely locked in on paige, phones raised, voices overlapping, calling her name. she looked back toward the court just in time to see paige signing a poster for someone near the front. the blonde handed it back, then—just for a moment—looked up.

their eyes met.

brief. fleeting.

and then someone else asked for a picture, pulling paige’s attention away.

nothing major. no grand gesture. no smirk or wave.

but it was enough.

azzi exhaled, feeling like her whole body needed a reset. her mouth was dry. her pulse was still erratic.

water, she thought.

she backed out of the crowd gently, letting the people behind her take her spot in the winding line. she wasn’t worried about it anymore—not with that note still folded in her pocket. by the looks of it, she’d be seeing paige bueckers later on. azzi weaved her way through the crowd, head slightly down, trying not to bump into anyone as she made her way toward the concession stand. the noise was still loud—kids running, fans talking over one another, game replays flashing on the hanging TVs—but her mind was somewhere else entirely.

the note burned in her pocket. she swore she could feel it pressing into her leg with every step.

“meet me in the locker room.”

what does that even mean?

she finally made it to the stand, stepping into the short line and staring blankly at the digital menu above. none of it registered.

“next.”

azzi blinked. “oh—sorry. um, just a water.”

the woman nodded, grabbed a cold bottle from the fridge behind her, and rang it up. azzi paid in a daze, mumbling a quick thank you before stepping to the side. she unscrewed the cap and took a long sip, her eyes scanning the crowd again. no one seemed to notice her—just another fan in a jersey, hiding a secret in her pocket. azzi leaned against a nearby wall, the cold water grounding her just a little. her thoughts were still spiraling.

was paige serious?

did she do this kind of thing often?

or was this just a one-time… her thing?

azzi didn’t know what to expect. all she knew was that whatever came next, it was definitely not what she came here for. and somehow… she still wanted to go.

azzi stayed by the wall, slowly sipping her water like it might calm the storm in her chest.

it didn’t.

her fingers tapped restlessly against the plastic bottle, and she could feel the condensation gathering at her fingertips, trailing down to her palm. her leg bounced. her mind wouldn’t stop spinning.

what did this mean?

was it just a friendly gesture?

a favor for a fan?

or something more?

no—don’t do that. she hated getting ahead of herself. hated thinking too far into things that weren’t even confirmed. she could’ve misread everything. the looks. the note. even the smile.

maybe paige just appreciated support. maybe it meant nothing.

but then again…

why her?

azzi was quiet. she wasn’t waving signs or yelling or pushing through people to get noticed. she didn’t even say anything. and still—paige saw her. chose her. and now she had a folded note in her pocket that felt heavier with each passing second. she pulled out her phone and opened her messages with caroline, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. but what was she even gonna say?

“hey, paige bueckers just asked me to meet her in the locker room?”

nah.

she locked her phone again.

another sip. another deep breath.

you can still leave, she told herself. you don’t owe anyone anything. you could just go home, pretend it didn’t happen.

and yet—her feet hadn’t moved. she glanced over her shoulder toward the hallway that led under the stands.

eventually, she’d have to choose.

she chose.

the sound of her footsteps echoing back into the gym should’ve told you everything. it had been at least thirty minutes since the final buzzer. the once-packed space was nearly unrecognizable now—empty bleachers, concession lights dimmed, the air still. no noise. no screaming fans. just a few staff scattered around, quietly sweeping, stacking chairs, wiping down surfaces like the chaos never happened.

azzi walked slowly toward the tunnel, her heart thudding hard but steady. every step felt surreal, like she was drifting through someone else’s night.

she turned into the tunnel, the arena’s echo fading behind her. it was cooler here, quieter, the sound of her shoes tapping against the concrete floor the only thing she could hear. up ahead, she spotted it—the locker room door.

paige’s locker room.

when she reached it, she paused, staring at the smooth surface like it might answer the hundred questions still spinning in her head. her knuckles tapped against it once.

silence.

she hesitated, then grabbed the handle. it turned easily.

the door creaked open. the room was dim, lit only by two low lamps—one in the far corner, another near the back wall. no overhead fluorescents, no harsh buzzing lights. just a soft, golden glow that gave the space a quiet, lived-in warmth. azzi stepped inside and let the door fall shut behind her. it clicked gently into place. she glanced around, taking everything in.

empty.

no voices. no movement. it smelled faintly of fabric spray, sweat, and something floral—like someone had tried to make the place more bearable after a long game.

not spotless, but cleaner than she expected.

and definitely a better vibe than a men’s locker room.

she walked farther in, her eyes adjusting to the light. up ahead, she spotted a narrow hallway branching off from the main room. there were two doors—one directly in front of her, and one off to the right. the one straight ahead was cracked open. light spilled out in a narrow strip across the floor. azzi’s breath caught slightly in her throat.

that must be where paige is.

she took one final breath, swallowed, and moved forward—quiet, cautious—until she was close enough to see inside. the blonde was seated on the small leather couch, head bent as she scrolled casually through her phone. her jersey was gone—replaced with gray joggers that bunched slightly at the ankle and a white ribbed tank that hugged her shoulders and collarbone. her hair was damp, strands curling slightly where they clung to the back of her neck and shoulders.

she looked clean. fresh. effortless.

and azzi?

well, azzi could barely breathe.

her fingers curled tighter around the edge of the door. her stomach flipped, heat rolling up from somewhere deep. she stood there for a second too long, just watching. then she cleared her throat gently and gave the door a quiet knock as she nudged it open.

paige looked up.

that slow, deliberate kind of look—like she’d already known azzi was there, but wanted her to speak first. the blonde’s expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes did. a glint. a flicker. a pull. azzi stepped inside. “hey…” her voice came out a little softer than she meant it to. paige locked her phone and set it aside on the cushion. “you came.” not a question—an observation.

azzi nodded, still unsure where her hands were supposed to go or how close she should stand. “yeah. i mean, you… told me to.” paige’s mouth curled, the faintest smile tugging at the corner. “i did.”

the silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was heavy. thick with something unsaid. azzi let her gaze drop for a moment, unsure if she was supposed to sit, ask for the signature, or just… wait.

“you want your jersey signed?” paige asked, voice casual, but her eyes still locked on azzi’s face. “i— yeah,” azzi said quickly, like she forgot that was even the excuse. paige grinned, clearly amused by the way azzi froze in the doorway. the tension wasn’t lost on her—if anything, she was feeding off it.

“relax,” she said, voice low but steady. “lock the door and come here.”

those words alone nearly buckled azzi’s knees.

she swallowed hard, fingers twitching at her side before she reached back and turned the lock. the soft click of the door sounded louder than it should’ve. final, somehow.

“come on,” paige coaxed again, softer this time.

azzi stepped forward, her legs stiff like she had to manually will each one to move. when she reached the front of the couch, paige tilted her chin up to meet her.

those blue eyes didn’t flinch.

“sit down.”

azzi hesitated, blinking down at her. “where?”

paige gave a subtle pat to the space beside her on the couch.

azzi sat, her movements slow, careful. like getting too close might set something off. the room felt even quieter now. too quiet. just the hum of the air conditioning and the distant clatter of a mop bucket being pushed down the hall outside. paige turned her body slightly toward her, arm resting along the back cushion.

“you really were gonna leave without saying anything?” she asked, eyes narrowing just a bit.

azzi tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, looking down at her hands. “i didn’t think you even saw me…”

paige leaned in just a little. “i saw you.”

a beat passed.

“you stood out.” paige nodded slowly, her gaze unmoving. “azzi,” she repeated, like she was trying it out for herself. like she wanted to remember how it felt in her mouth. azzi gave a small, nervous laugh, the kind you do when your heart’s going a little too fast and your palms start sweating. she kept her eyes on paige’s, though, not daring to break it.

“you nervous?” paige asked, tone light, but the way she was looking at her was anything but casual.

azzi nodded once, honest. “a little.”

paige’s lips twitched. “don’t be.”

another pause.

“you still want that signature?”

azzi blinked. “y-yeah. i mean, yeah.”

paige leaned forward, her hand reaching out. “let me see it then.”

azzi shifted in her seat, lifting the hem of her jersey a bit to adjust how it sat. paige watched her, her eyes following every small movement. once the fabric was flat enough across azzi’s chest, she grabbed a sharpie from the side table, uncapped it, and paused—hovering.

“here okay?” she asked, pointing gently just over her heart.

azzi nodded, voice caught in her throat.

paige pressed the marker to the fabric and began to write, her hand steady, her body just close enough that azzi could smell the soft scent of her body wash and whatever lotion she used after her shower.

once she finished, she capped the marker and leaned back slightly, eyes flicking up to meet azzi’s again.

“there,” she said, voice low. “something to remember me by.”

azzi gave a smile, looking down at it. “thank you.” paige tilted her head, still watching her. “you’re welcome,” she said, her voice softer now. more real. azzi’s fingers ghosted over the ink, a small smile playing on her lips as she traced the signature like it might disappear. “i didn’t think you’d… actually notice me,” she admitted, still not looking up.

paige leaned back into the couch a bit, one arm draped casually over the back as she studied her. “why wouldn’t i?” azzi finally looked up, eyes big and a little unsure. “i’m just… someone in the crowd, i guess.” paige scoffed, barely shaking her head. “not to me.” and that hung there—just long enough for azzi to feel it settle in her chest. she looked at her again, this time a little longer, letting her guard drop just a bit more. “so… what now?”

paige gave the slightest shrug, the corner of her mouth tugging up. “you tell me. you came.” azzi’s stomach fluttered. “i guess i did.”

“you choosing to leave?” paige asked, quiet but direct. azzi swallowed, the tension thick now. “no.” she breathed out. “i’m not.” paige gave a slow nod, like she’d been waiting for that answer. like she already knew azzi wasn’t going anywhere. she sat forward, closing the space between them just a little. her fingers brushed lightly against the fabric of azzi’s jersey—right over her own name. “good,” she murmured, her eyes flicking between azzi’s lips and her eyes. “i didn’t want you to.”

azzi felt frozen, but not in fear. more like… anticipation. her breath caught when paige’s hand drifted upward, resting gently at her jaw. “you’ve got this look on your face,” paige said softly, thumb brushing the corner of azzi’s mouth, “like you don’t know what’s about to happen.”

“i don’t,” azzi whispered.

paige smirked, the faintest curl of confidence at the edge of her mouth. “good.”

then she leaned in—slow, deliberate, no hesitation. her lips brushed azzi’s once, not quite a kiss, just enough to feel her breath. then she pulled back just an inch, eyes locked on hers.

“still nervous?” she asked.

azzi nodded, but her voice was steady now. “not the same kind.”

paige didn’t wait any longer.

this time when she kissed her, it was full. warm. the kind of kiss that made azzi’s fingers instinctively clutch at paige’s shirt. she leaned into it, unsure of where this was going, only knowing that she didn’t want it to stop.

not yet.

paige deepened the kiss slowly, her hand slipping behind azzi’s neck, anchoring her there gently. it wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t tentative either—it felt like something decided. like paige had been thinking about this moment longer than she was willing to admit.

azzi’s lips parted on a soft breath, her hands finding their place on paige’s waist, tugging her closer without thinking. she wasn’t sure who leaned in more, only that suddenly there wasn’t space between them. paige’s tank top was soft beneath her fingers, and her skin—warm, still fresh from the shower—sent a subtle shiver through azzi’s arms.

paige pulled back slightly, their lips barely brushing now. “you okay?” she asked, voice low, eyes unreadable but steady.

azzi nodded, her voice caught somewhere in her throat. “yeah,” she finally breathed. “just… didn’t think this was gonna happen.”

“me either,” paige admitted, her thumb now tracing slow circles behind azzi’s ear. “but you showed up. so did i.”

they sat there for a moment, close and quiet, breathing each other in.

then paige tugged her again, firmer this time—pulling azzi right into her lap.

“come here,” she said softly.

and azzi listened, knees folding easily on either side of her. it was clumsy at first, adjusting, but the second their mouths met again, it didn’t matter. hands wandered. not greedy, but curious—like they needed to memorize what was happening in case it never happened again. azzi let her fingers trail up the side of paige’s neck, feeling her pulse, her breath. her own heart was pounding too, thudding in her chest loud enough she was sure paige could feel it.

“paige,” she whispered against her lips, almost like a question.

paige only kissed her deeper in response—hands sliding down her back, settling at her waist. holding her. steadying her.

“stay a little,” she murmured.

azzi nodded, already breathless. “okay.”

paige’s fingers tightened at azzi’s waist, grounding her. the kiss shifted—no longer just something sweet and uncertain, but something needier. slower, deeper. azzi felt her breath catch again, this time at the way paige’s hands moved, slipping beneath her jersey and skimming the warm skin of her back.

“you always this quiet?” paige muttered into her mouth, a tease laced through the rasp in her voice.

“not always,” azzi managed, her voice low, “just… right now.”

paige smirked, her lips grazing azzi’s jaw, then lower—her mouth tracing a line toward her neck. “that’s alright,” she whispered. “i’ll make you talk later.”

azzi’s breath hitched, her hips shifting involuntarily in paige’s lap. the pressure made paige hum, pleased, her hands gripping tighter as she pushed upward—her lips catching azzi’s again, messier this time. more tongue, more heat. azzi moaned softly into her mouth, surprise laced in the sound, like she didn’t know she could feel this much this fast.

paige pulled back, just barely. “take this off,” she said, her fingers tugging at the hem of azzi’s jersey.

azzi hesitated for a beat, then pulled it up and over her head in one motion, leaving her in just her black sports bra and the same short-sleeved top underneath. her skin was flushed already, chest rising and falling a little quicker now. paige leaned in again, pressing hot kisses to her collarbone, down her neck, her hands now gliding along azzi’s thighs, gripping them with purpose. “you’re shaking,” she said, almost proud.

“i know,” azzi whispered, breathless. “you’re not?”

paige just grinned against her skin. “you’ll get used to it.”

her hands slipped up azzi’s shirt next, fingers splaying across her stomach, moving higher until—

a knock echoed faintly from somewhere far outside the locker room.

they both froze.

azzi’s eyes widened, her breath stuck in her throat.

paige looked at her, lips still inches from her skin. “don’t worry,” she whispered. “they’re not coming in.”

azzi stared at her for a second, then whispered, “then don’t stop.”

and paige didn’t.

paige grabbed azzi by the neck, pulling her in until their lips collided—needy and breathless. azzi began to slowly rock in paige’s lap, the friction pulling a sharp inhale from the blonde. her fingers dug into azzi’s thighs, holding her there, grounding her. azzis lips trailed downward, soft kisses ghosting along paige’s jaw before finding her neck. she licked at the skin lightly, making paige’s grip tighten. a low exhale escaped her lips, head tipping slightly to the side as azzi continued.

her tongue moved slowly along paige’s neck, deliberately—like she wanted to memorize the taste of her skin. “fuck…” paige muttered under her breath, her head tipping back against the couch. the soft flicks of azzi’s tongue turned into gentle sucks, just below her ear.

paige’s hands slid up from azzi’s thighs to her waist, then higher—thumbs brushing the underside of her sports bra. she didn’t push further, not yet. just touched. teased.

azzi kept rocking, slow and steady, her breath shaky against paige’s skin. “you okay?” she whispered. “mmh,” paige nodded, pulling her face back just enough to kiss her again—this time even hungrier, hands now exploring freely under azzi’s shirt, sliding over bare skin.

azzi gasped into the kiss, then let out a soft whimper when paige rolled her hips up again, meeting her rhythm.

“you feel so good,” paige murmured against her lips. “keep going.”

azzi bit her lip, nodding, her body moving on instinct now. the tension was dizzying—the low lamp light, the quiet hum of the building, the warmth between them.

and still… neither of them wanted to stop.

after a while, paige pulled back just enough to look at azzi, her fingers tracing the waistband of her pants. a slow smile curved her lips.

“can i take these off?” she asked, flicking the button playfully.

azzi glanced down, then met paige’s eyes, nodding softly.

paige’s hands moved deliberately, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. she eased the pants off slowly, letting them fall to the floor before shifting back, close again. the air between them thickened, charged with quiet anticipation. paige’s fingers lingered at azzi’s waist, tracing the curve where skin met fabric. the room seemed to shrink, the soft glow from the lamps casting long shadows across their bodies.

as the pants pooled at azzi’s feet, paige leaned in again, her breath warm against azzi’s neck. she pressed soft, feather-light kisses along the hollow just beneath her ear, making azzi shiver.

“you’re so tense,” paige murmured, her voice low and teasing. “let me help.”

azzi swallowed, heart pounding louder, and slowly relaxed into the touch. her hands found paige’s shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to ground herself. paige’s lips trailed down, leaving a path of heat along azzi’s collarbone, down to where the edge of her sports bra peeked out. her hands moved deliberately, fingers skimming the fabric, teasing the skin beneath.

“tell me if you want me to stop,” paige whispered, eyes dark and searching.

azzi shook her head, voice barely a breath. “don’t stop.”

paige’s smile was a promise.

paige’s hands slid beneath azzi’s sports bra, fingers grazing the soft skin of her ribs. azzi’s breath hitched, her body arching slightly into the touch, craving more but hesitant at the same time. paige’s lips followed her hands, planting soft kisses along azzi’s side, making her shiver under the gentle assault. her fingers traced lazy circles, coaxing warmth from every nerve.

“you’re beautiful,” paige murmured against her skin, voice thick with something raw and real.

azzi’s hands moved to paige’s hair, fingers threading through the damp strands, pulling her closer. their breaths mingled, hearts racing in sync. paige’s touch was patient but urgent, like she wanted to memorize every inch of azzi before letting go.

“tell me what you want,” paige whispered, her eyes burning into azzi’s.

azzi swallowed hard, lips trembling. “i want you.”

paige’s smile deepened, fingers tightening just enough to make azzi’s knees weak. “then i’m all yours.”

they kissed again, this time slower, more deliberate—two souls finally meeting where they’d both been waiting to be found. paige pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy, boxers darkened with arousal. her eyes never left azzi’s, low and commanding.

“get on your knees, pretty.”

azzi’s stomach flipped, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. the way paige said it—calm, sure, like it was already hers—made her heart race. without a word, paige reached behind her and grabbed one of the cushions from the couch, setting it gently on the floor in front of her. her touch was careful, but her gaze didn’t soften.

azzi moved, placing her knees on the pillow, settling between paige’s legs. her eyes flicked up once, catching the look on paige’s face—intense, wanting, but patient. she could feel the tension buzzing in the space between them. something about being on her knees, looking up at paige, made everything sharper. her hands hovered at paige’s thighs, waiting for permission, or maybe direction.

paige leaned back a little, one hand brushing azzi’s cheek. “you okay?”

azzi nodded, breathless. “yeah.”

“good,” paige said softly, her thumb tracing azzi’s bottom lip. “because i’ve been thinking about this all night.”

paige’s thumb lingered at azzi’s mouth, gently pulling at her bottom lip before slipping away. her other hand moved to the waistband of her boxers, pulling them down just enough, slow and deliberate. her eyes stayed locked on azzi’s the entire time.

“go ahead,” she murmured. “don’t be shy.”

azzi exhaled through her nose, heart pounding in her chest. she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of paige’s thigh first—slow and warm, a quiet show of how much she wanted to take her time. paige’s breath caught, her fingers tightening in the cushion beneath her.

another kiss. and then another, moving inward, each one more confident than the last.

paige let out a soft, low sigh, her hand slipping into azzi’s hair as she leaned back further, legs relaxing around her. “just like that,” she whispered.

azzi’s mouth finally reached where paige wanted her most, and as her lips made contact, paige gasped, hips lifting slightly off the couch. her hand in azzi’s curls guided her—not forcing, just anchoring, needing to feel her there.

the room was quiet except for their breathing and the soft, wet sounds between them. paige’s head tipped back against the couch, her eyes fluttering closed, one leg flexing slightly with every slow drag of azzi’s tongue.

“fuck, azzi…” she breathed, her voice cracking just enough to make azzi go slower—draw it out, savor every reaction.

and paige gave them to her, every sigh, every grip, every quiet curse tumbling from her lips. azzi felt powerful, wanted, and completely consumed by the taste and feel of her. paige’s thighs tensed around azzi’s shoulders, her breath stuttering with every stroke of azzi’s tongue. she didn’t expect her to be this good—methodical, slow when she needed to be, deep when paige whimpered for more.

“right there,” she hissed, her voice tight and high.

azzi adjusted, mouth locking in just the right rhythm, the heat between them thick. her hands pressed to the tops of paige’s thighs, keeping her grounded, coaxing her hips to stay still even when they tried to rise.

paige’s hand clutched at azzi’s curls, not pulling, just holding on. grounding herself in the only thing that felt real. “shit—don’t stop,” she whispered. “don’t you dare stop.”

azzi didn’t. she couldn’t. the way paige sounded—completely undone, breathy and trembling—drove her deeper into it. she flattened her tongue, slow and heavy, until paige choked on a moan and threw her head back.

her legs started to tremble.

“fuck, azzi—i’m gonna—”

that was all the warning azzi needed. she stayed right there, mouth locked, eyes fluttering shut as paige’s hips rolled once, twice, and then froze.

paige cried out—soft but desperate—as her release hit, shuddering through her. azzi kept her mouth there, letting her ride it out, only pulling back when paige’s body went limp against the cushions.

she looked up, lips shining, chest rising and falling with her own breathless pace.

paige opened her eyes slowly, lashes heavy, lips parted.

“…come here,” she whispered, voice wrecked and low.

azzi listened, crawling back into paige’s lap without hesitation. the second she settled, paige’s hand found her hip, fingers twitching with want.

“can i?” paige asked, voice low against azzi’s ear.

azzi nodded, breath already unsteady. that was all paige needed.

her hand slid between them, fingers gliding over the soft fabric of azzi’s underwear. she pressed just enough to feel her—warm, already soaked.

azzi sighed, her eyes fluttering closed at the touch. her hips moved on instinct, chasing the slow, deliberate rhythm paige set. nothing about it was rushed—just tension, pure and growing.

paige watched her face, the way it twisted gently with each pass of her fingers. “you feel so good,” she whispered, her voice a rasp in the thick air between them.

azzi’s breath hitched, her hand reaching for paige’s shoulder as if to steady herself. “don’t stop,” she murmured.

paige smiled, more than happy to listen.

paige hooked her fingers around the waistband, pulling the fabric to the side—finally, skin to skin.

azzi gasped the second she felt her.

“your fingers are cold,” she breathed, voice barely there.

paige smirked, dragging her touch slowly, deliberately. “you’ll warm me up.”

azzi’s legs tensed around her, breath shaky as her body adjusted to the sudden contact. every slow stroke from paige sent a pulse through her core.

“already so wet for me,” paige murmured, eyes locked on azzi’s face. “you were waiting on this, huh?”

azzi nodded, helpless to pretend otherwise.

paige’s fingers moved with slow precision, pressing into azzi’s wetness and dragging teasing circles around her most sensitive spot. azzi’s back arched, a soft moan slipping from her lips as each deliberate stroke sent sparks up her spine.

“you’re incredible,” paige whispered, her breath warm against azzi’s ear. one hand gripped azzi’s hip to steady her, the other never stopping its exploration.

azz i’s fingers curled into the cushion beneath her as paige found a rhythm—steady, insistent. the contrast of cool fingertips and the heat of her own need made every touch electric.

“paige…” azzi breathed, voice trembling. she rocked forward on her knees, pressing herself into each glide of paige’s hand.

paige leaned back slightly, watching azzi’s face contort in pleasure. she increased the pressure, curling her fingers just enough to hit exactly the right spot. azzi gasped, hips lifting, breath hitching.

“that’s it,” paige murmured, voice husky. “just like that.”

azzi’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed. her moans grew louder, rhythmic, matching the pulse of paige’s hand. with a final, shuddering gasp, azzi tipped over the edge—her body trembling as she rode out the wave of her release in paige’s lap.

paige slowed her movements to gentle circles, grounding azzi until her breathing evened. then she lifted azzi’s chin with a finger, bringing her lips to a tender, lingering kiss.

“you okay?” paige asked softly, brushing damp hair from azzi’s forehead.

azzi smiled against her mouth, voice thick with contentment. “better than i’ve ever been.”

“you tired?” paige asked, voice low and teasing.

azzi shook her head quickly, cheeks flushing.

“then ride me, baby.”

the words made azzi whimper softly, her body already responding. she nodded, eyes wide and submissive.

paige smiled, gently lifting her up, helping her find her feet on the floor. then she eased herself back onto the couch, settling comfortably, waiting.

azzi climbed up slowly, positioning herself over paige, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and desire.

the air between them thickened, heavy with anticipation.

azzi lowered herself onto paige slowly, every inch a delicious tease. the softness of the couch beneath them mixed with the warmth of paige’s body pressed up against her. paige’s hands found azzi’s hips immediately, steadying her with a firm, sure grip.

“just like that,” paige murmured, voice thick with need.

azzi began to move—gentle at first, testing the rhythm, feeling the way paige responded beneath her. paige’s breath hitched, fingers digging into azzi’s sides, pulling her closer.

the room felt electric, every touch amplified in the quiet space. azzi’s heart hammered, a delicious ache building between them as she found her pace.

paige’s eyes locked on hers, dark and intent. “you look so good like this,” she whispered.

azzi bit her lip, cheeks burning, but she kept moving, losing herself in the way paige’s hands held her, the way their bodies fit together perfectly.

with every slow, rolling motion, the tension between them grew—promising more to come. azzi looked up at the ceiling, disbelief washing over her, but not a trace of complaint—only awe. she felt honored, overwhelmed in the best way.

her face scrunched in a mix of pleasure and surprise as their clits brushed and pressed together, sending sharp, delicious sparks through her body.

“oh shit,” she muttered breathlessly, hips instinctively picking up speed.

paige’s grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging in just enough to ground her as their movements grew more urgent, the heat between them building fast.

paige’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as azzi’s movements sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. she pulled azzi closer, pressing their bodies tighter together, wanting to feel every inch of her.

“you’re driving me crazy,” paige murmured, voice thick with need.

azzi’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she kept moving, riding the rising heat that pooled low in her belly. her hands slid down to paige’s thighs, gripping them for support as she leaned forward, brushing her lips along paige’s collarbone.

the tension built, every touch and motion weaving them closer, until neither of them could hold back any longer.

paige’s fingers tangled in azzi’s hair, pulling her down just enough as she let out a soft, ragged moan.

“fuck, azzi,” she whispered. “i’m close.”

azzi nodded, voice barely a breath. “me too.”

with a final, slow roll of her hips, azzi pushed them both over the edge, their moans mingling in the quiet room, the world narrowing down to nothing but the warmth of each other’s bodies.

“keep going… please keep going.”

paige’s voice was a whisper, low and desperate, her toes curling tightly against the couch as she held onto every inch of azzi.

azzi’s eyes fluttered open, conflicted, breath shaky. “i c—”

“yes, you can,” paige urged, her fingers tightening in azzi’s hair, pulling her gaze back. “i know you can. please… just one more.”

the plea hung heavy between them, electric and urgent. azzi swallowed, the weight of paige’s need grounding her, pushing her past her hesitation.

she nodded slowly, a soft breath escaping as she leaned down, capturing paige’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss—a promise of everything still to come. azzi’s body trembled as she deepened the kiss, her hands sliding from paige’s shoulders down to grip the curve of her hips firmly. paige’s breath hitched, matching azzi’s urgency, fingers threading through the strands of her hair.

“just like this,” paige murmured against her lips, voice thick with need. “don’t stop.”

azzi nodded against her mouth, shifting her weight slightly to press even closer, every movement igniting a fire that spread through them both. the room seemed to pulse with their shared heat, breaths coming faster, hearts pounding in sync.

paige’s hands roamed lower, tracing the small of azzi’s back, pulling her down gently until their bodies were flush, skin pressing skin. the sensation was electric—raw, intimate, and overwhelming.

“you’re mine,” paige whispered fiercely, eyes locked on azzi’s, the promise clear in her tone.

azzi’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled, a mix of shyness and boldness. “yours.”

they moved together again, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment as everything else melted away.

azzi’s stomach warmed again, but this time her movements faltered, hips stuttering involuntarily. she glanced down at paige, confusion flickering across her face.

paige caught azzi’s chin gently, lifting her head with a soft, concerned look. “what’s wrong?” she asked quietly.

azzi bit her lip, eyes wide. “i feel like—oh my fuckkk, i feel like i have to pee.”

paige chuckled softly, shaking her head with a reassuring smile. “you don’t. trust me.”

her fingers traced soothing circles along azzi’s back, grounding her as the unfamiliar sensation rippled through her.

paige’s smile softened as she watched azzi’s uncertainty, then she shifted her hips just slightly, sending a slow, teasing pressure that made azzi’s breath hitch again.

“it’s normal,” paige murmured, voice low and comforting. “just your body reacting—trust me, you’re safe.”

azzi swallowed hard, eyes searching paige’s for reassurance. the warmth spreading through her wasn’t fear anymore—it was anticipation.

slowly, paige’s fingers found azzi’s, intertwining their hands as she whispered, “we’ll take it at your pace. just breathe.”

azzi nodded, chest rising and falling, letting the calm wash over her. she trusted paige—more than anyone—and that made all the difference.

with a gentle squeeze, paige pulled her closer, their bodies still perfectly aligned. “ready?”

azzi’s answer was a shaky but determined nod. “ready.”

paige smiled, then kissed her slowly, reminding her she wasn’t alone.

azzi kept moving, mouth parted in pure pleasure. her breath hitched as she neared her release, eyes locked on where their bodies met.

“shit. shit. shi—i’m cumming!” she gasped.

then—warm liquid spilled everywhere.

azzi squealed, a high, breathless sound that mixed surprise and delight.

paige chuckled softly, voice low and pleased. “yeah… that’s it, baby. let it out.”

azzi’s moans grew louder, her voice trembling with every wave of sensation crashing through her. paige’s eyes squeezed shut as she thrust up into azzi, her voice rough and low. “fuckkk…”

she finally came undone, a broken moan leaving her lips as her grip on azzi tightened. her whole body tensed, then slowly released with the rush of pleasure.

azzi collapsed onto paige’s chest, both of them breathless. their skin was slick, chests rising and falling in sync as the room filled with the sound of their slowing breaths.

paige’s hand stayed on azzi’s back, gently tracing shapes along her spine. neither of them spoke — they didn’t need to. silence, for once, said everything.

after a few minutes of quiet, azzi finally spoke, her voice muffled against paige’s chest.

“did i just…”

paige let out a soft laugh, the movement shaking azzi gently.

“yes, baby. you just squirted.”

azzi groaned and covered her face, her embarrassment setting in.

“oh my gosh…”

paige smirked, her fingers brushing through azzi’s curls.

“don’t be shy now. you were incredible.”

azzi let out a breathy laugh, her body still pulsing with aftershocks. “that was…something.”

paige nodded, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips.

the moment was interrupted by the buzz of azzi’s phone.

they both glanced toward the floor, where the screen lit up—caroline’s name flashing.

azzi groaned under her breath. “shit.”

she looked at paige, then reached down to grab it, still sitting on her.

“hey, c,” she answered, trying to sound normal.

“girl—it’s damn near midnight! are you home yet?”

azzi bit her lip, eyes flicking back to the girl beneath her. “the line got longer than i expected,” she said. “i mean, paige was out there working.”

the blonde let out a quiet laugh beneath her, the slight shake of her body causing azzi to shift—and the movement made her gasp softly.

paige noticed.

“well—did you at least get it signed?” caroline asked.

azzi opened her mouth to respond, but paige started to move again—hips pressing just enough to steal her breath.

“yeah—yeah, i did,” azzi managed, eyes fluttering shut. paige kept her eyes locked on the brunette, watching closely how she reacted to everything. she decided to grind up one more time—slow and deliberate—just enough for azzi to feel it. she wanted to catch her face in that exact moment.

azzi rolled her eyes, mouth falling open in disbelief before tapping on paige’s chest as a silent cue to stop. paige obeyed, smirking to herself as she waited for the girl to finish her call.

“okay, well… just let me know when you get home.”

azzi smiled, trying to keep her voice even. “of course. love you, girl.”

caroline said it back before the call ended. azzi clicked her phone off and turned her gaze back to paige—who hadn’t stopped staring.

“that wasn’t funny.”

paige shrugged with zero remorse. “i almost laughed.”

azzi shook her head, fighting a grin, and finally stepped off of the girl beneath her. she started gathering her clothes, putting everything back on one piece at a time. paige watched, arms folded behind her head, content and clearly still amused.

“i had fun,” the blonde said casually, but the honesty in her voice was undeniable.

azzi pulled her jersey over her head, straightening it out before looking back at her. “yeah,” she nodded, lips tugging up. “it was.”

paige smirked. “you sure you don’t wanna go for round two? i promise i’ll behave this time.”

azzi gave her a look. “you’re lying already.”

paige laughed. “okay, maybe a little.”

azzi walked over, phone in hand, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “next time, bueckers.”

“you’re already thinking about a next time?” paige teased, turning her head to meet her eyes.

“you’re not?” azzi shot back, arching a brow.

paige grinned. “touché.”

azzi glanced at the mirror by the door, checking her reflection to make sure she didn’t look too flustered.

paige’s voice cut through the quiet, steady and sincere.

“i hope you know this wasn’t just some quick fuck… i was serious when i said you stood out to me.”

the words made azzi pause. she turned to face paige, warmth blooming across her cheeks and settling deep in her chest.

azzi took a slow breath, her eyes locked on paige’s. “that means more than you know.”

she stepped closer, the air between them thick with something unspoken yet undeniable. her fingers twitched, almost reaching out but stopping just short.

paige smiled softly, sensing the hesitation. “no rush. whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”

azzi nodded, the nervous excitement bubbling just beneath her calm exterior. “yeah… together.”

they stood like that for a moment, letting the silence speak for them—full of promise, anticipation, and something new beginning.

*Paige Bueckers started following you!*

azzi just smiled before turning her phone off and went to bed.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #dallas wings #this is what makes us girls #pazzi smut

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mywritersmind · 6 months ago

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THIGH HIGHS - LN4

summary : In which Lando likes thigh high socks and his best friends sister far too much.

listen up : my first time writing full smut… oral, swearing, p in v, teasing, age gap!! fewtrell!youngersister!!

words : 1610

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Lando knew to stay in Max’s room. He was told explicitly to stay put. But Lando has never been good at following directions.

The loud bang in the kitchen was what broke him. He walked down the hall, praying it was Max’s cat or maybe P came home early!

It was not.

Lando mentally swore at the sight. She stood on her toes, trying to reach a mug that was too high. One hand was braced on the counter as her foot popped up. Lando looked at the counter, ceramic pieces shattered on it which explained the loud noise.

He should turn away. He would have, if not for her little squeal as she finally got her fingers on a mug and hopped off the counter, looking directly at him.

It wasn’t her slow blink or the sight of her in a thin oversized shirt… though both those things had Lando close to losing it, It was her socks.

Thigh high, too tight, stark white… socks.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were here.” She smiles softly, turning around and bopping back to the kitchen island to finish her drink making.

She’s lying. Him Max Fewtrell were her teachers growing up, Lando sees right through her.

He clears his throat, “Uh yeah… I could say the same for you.”

She shoots him a small smile before looking back at her mug, the kitchen now filled with the familiar smell of hot chocolate. “Want a cup?” She asks, dipping the spoon in her mouth and slowly pulling it out.

He mindlessly sits across from her as she moves around the kitchen to make more, her hair bouncing behind her.

His eyes were glued to her as she slid around in those bloody socks. They were the same socks she wore all throughout highschool with her prissy little skirt and uniform top.

The same socks that she would flaunt as she draped her legs over the couch while Lando and Max were playing video games.

Lando knew she was in college now but that didn’t make the sight, or his thoughts, any better.

The completion of her outfit, a thin shirt that dipped right above the socks and made it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, did not help.

She slides a mug to him, smiling in that sweet and innocent way she always has. “Tell me if you like it. It’s a new recipe.” She sips her hot chocolate at the same time as Lando, her lipgloss being left as a kiss on the ceramic.

Lando nods, “It’s really fucking good.”

This makes her grin grow, biting her bottom lip to restrain herself, “Good. So, what are you doing here?”

Lando quirks a brow, “Max and I are filming later.”

She nods slowly, “Right…”

“Well what are you doing here?” He raises a brow, bringing the mug to his lips again.

“I’m on spring break.”

“And you’re spending it with your brother?”

“I just got back from cabo…” She says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her tan did hint at it though. “I go back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, uni… how’s that going for ya?” He leans back in his chair as she backs up against the countertop.

“Great. Minus the guys.” She sighs purposefully, looking around the room. “How’s the whole F1 thing?”

He smiles at her tone, nodding, “Good.”

“You know! It’s funny… Max gets to go all the time, yet I'm never invited.” She pouts, crossing her legs.

“You never ask.” He makes a point to look at her in the eyes when saying it.

“I’m asking now.” Something about her voice screams DONT CROSS! DANGER! GO BACK! But Lando just sits up straighter.

“Fine then, come to australia.”

She finishes her drink, hopping up on the counter so her head is hitting the cabinets now. Lando sucks in a breath as she looks at him, “Only if I get to stay in your room.”

Christ he might just fall off this bloody chair.

“Stop that.” Lando shakes his head, leaning back in his chair and gripping his mug a little too tight.

“Stop what?” She smirks, completely mischievous and faking innocence.

“Being a little shit.”

She scoffs, jokingly. Putting a hand on her chest and frowning, “You wound me, Lan.”

“You not getting enough attention at school? Guys don’t fall at your feet everywhere you go?” It’s bad but the most he can do to stop his words is a mental slap on his face.

“They do… You’re just more fun to play with.”

“I’m too old for you.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t think it’s hot. Five years isn’t even that bad- Would it make you feel better if I said I’ve gotten with a fourt-”

“No!” He stops her, standing up and washing out his cup to busy himself, “It’s not just the age thing.”

“So you’d get with me if I wasn’t your best friend's sister?” He turns to look at her, her legs squeezed together and practically begging to be touched.

“I didn’t say that.”

Her shirt is riding up her thighs more and it makes Lando’s stomach drop. He licks his lips as she looks at him, “Lan.” she practically whines, “I need someone experienced.”

He shakes his head, his eyes still on her body as she rubs her thighs together, “I haven’t orgasmed in forever… at least, not from a guy.” He lets out a little sigh, walking closer.

“You can touch me.” She looks up at him, her eyes full of lust as the tightness in his pants grows.

“I shouldn’t.” He braces himself on either side of her.

“Then I'll touch myself.” It’s almost a whisper, but definitely a promise. She slips her hand under her shirt, making it pool around her thighs and teasing her cotton underwear.

Lando thinks he might be dreaming as she slips her hand into her panties, her breathing picking up as she leans her head back.

“Lan…” she whimpers, “Feels so good…” she locks eyes with him, his mouth slightly open as he watches her.

He watches her fingers move under the fabric, dipping farther as her moans grow louder. His hands slide from the marble to her thighs, just the outsides in an attempt to control himself.

He’s rock solid now, his hands gripping her legs and feeling the smooth fabric under his fingers. Her nipples are hard and poking through her shirt. Her eyes meet his again as he breathes harder, her hand slowly pulls away, dripping.

She’s holding it in front of his face, inching closer just for him to take her fingers in his mouth. She’s smirking wickedly as he sucks. “Good boy.” she whispers.

Her fingers leave his mouth with a ‘pop’ and just as he goes in to kiss her, she shakes her head and slips her hand into his hair, pushing down.

He watches her eyes as he dips down, pulling down her panties and replacing them with his tongue. She moans, loudly, at the contact.

Every doubt either of them had is gone now, replaced with pleasure and pure need.

She grips his hair as his hands hold her in place, his mouth sucking and linking as one of his hands moves up her shirt, grabbing her tit and making her moan louder.

Lando was in heaven, fucking her with his tongue and listening to her moan under his touch. That is, until she pulled him back up.

“Fewtrell.” He growled, neither of them done.

She pulled him closer, kissing him finally. She bites his lip a bit as he grinds into her, his hard length begging for attention. “Someone’s needy.” She teases as he kisses her harder, his tongue exploring her mouth while he fingers the top of her socks.

“Please.” He’s pretty sure it’s the first time he’s begged a girl for something.

“Please what?” Her breath is hot against his, “Use your words.”

“Let me fuck you.”

This satisfies her, a cheeky smile meeting him as his hands slowly pull off her shirt.

Her nipples are hard when he takes one into his mouth, her head falling back as he runs his tongue over it.

She reaches down and skillfully unzips his pants, moving her hand over his hard clothed dick. He’s throbbing, so sensitive to the touch he’s been waiting for.

“This for me?” She whispers as his head falls on her shoulder, her hand moving back and forth. He nods, unable to speak as she palms him.

He pulls off his pants and boxers, not even caring to get them off his legs before he lines up to her. “I don’t want you to regret this.” He whispers, out of breath and fully blinded by lust, but not stupid.

She looks straight into his eyes, “Fuck me, Lando.”

So he does, pushing into her and almost losing it straight away. He goes slow at first, watching her mouth shake and her head fall back. She grabs onto his shoulder, moaning loudly in the kitchen that’s neither of theirs.

“You’re so fucking hot.” She moans as he thrusts into her, biting her shoulder and kissing her neck, “Yes!”

He whimpers as she tightens around him, wanting to give her the one thing idiot college guys can’t.

She cums in a rush of heated breaths and her nails dragging over Lando’s skin. He cums seconds later on those snow white thigh highs.

He falls against her in a slump, her heart beating fast against him. She’s smiling still, running her hands through Lando’s curls and saying, “I’m definitely coming to australia.”

#fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #lando norris fanfic #lando norris #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando norris smut

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casssmalefantasy · 3 months ago

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she’s got game - paige bueckers x reader!

s: two years together and being with paige bueckers still felt like magic, even back at uconn, when she was just a flirty guard and you were the oblivious team manager. now she’s in the league, gearing up for her first preseason game with dallas, and even if she won’t admit it, you know she’s nervous. good thing you finally got time off to see her play.

w: smut, dom!reader x sub!paige, oral, praise, teasing, soft dominance, reader taking care of stressed paige, light angst, jersey kink if you squint, hotel sex, and p being down so bad

word count: 6.3k 👀

you get three mental health days after finishing a monster of a project at work, and you use every single one of them to hop a flight to dallas.

you tell paige you’re coming on wednesday. she tries to act cool about it over the phone, but you can hear the relief in her voice, subtle but there.

you know her too well not to notice the way her breathing evens out the second you say, “i got the time off. i’ll be there by noon.”

“you didn’t have to—”

“i wanted to,” you say gently, already walking to your gate. “besides, you’re about to play your first pro game. what kind of girlfriend would i be if i missed that?”

—

you meet her outside her apartment.

her face lights up the second she sees you, eyes going soft, smile tugging at her lips. you drop your bag and let her hug you like it’s the first time all over again. two years together and she still makes your heart race like this.

“you didn’t have to look this good,” she mumbles against your shoulder.

you grin. “you saying i look better than you?”

“i’m saying you’re gonna be a distraction while we’re out tonight.”

—

she takes you out to dinner, insists on picking the place and driving even though you offer.

the restaurant is quiet, intimate. not super fancy, just paige. she orders for both of you and then smiles sheepishly after. “is this place too fancy?”

“no,” you tell her, “it’s perfect.”

she tries to play it cool the whole night. laughs a little louder than usual. tells stories about practice and new teammates, but her fingers stay laced with yours the whole time under the table, and her thumb keeps brushing your palm like she’s grounding herself.

—

back at the apartment, you sit beside her on the bed and ask, “how’s it really feel? being in the league. being here.”

she shrugs. “it’s good. just….fast.”

you raise an eyebrow. “paige.”

she exhales slowly. “it’s a lot,” she finally admits. “i love it. i do. the team’s great. everyone’s been super welcoming, the vets are nice. it’s just… the pressure’s different now. i was drafted first. there’s eyes on me every second. and it’s like—i know i’m good. but sometimes it’s like… do they know?”

you reach for her hand. “baby. all you ever have to be is you. that’s it. that’s what got you here. and dallas is lucky as hell to have you.”

her eyes flick to yours. you see the way the words land.

“you really think so?” she asks, voice smaller.

“i know so.”

—

by the time you land in indiana for the wings game at norte dame, it feels like the calm before the storm.

the team’s staying at a hotel just outside of notre dame’s campus. you booked your own room—insisted,—actually because you knew she’d be busy with shootarounds and media.

but the moment she arrives, she’s texting you.

p 💗

open the door.

20 minutes before we leave.

you open the door in a black denim skirt, her dallas jersey, and a fresh pair of white and baby blue 4’s. her jaw drops the second she sees you.

“you’re trying to get me benched,” she jokes, stepping inside and locking the door behind her. “you look…fuck. you look so good.”

you smile, stepping up to her. “just tryna represent the brand.”

she wraps her arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss. “if i miss a shot tonight, it’s your fault.”

you kiss her again, slower this time, tugging gently at the ends of her hair. “you won’t.”

she sighs against your lips. “i don’t wanna go.”

“you gotta,” you whisper, brushing her nose with yours. “but i’ll be in the crowd. just like always.”

she smiles. “don’t forget your family pass.”

—

the stadium’s packed.

the energy is electric. you find your seat with ease thanks to paige putting you on her guest list. your family pass lanyard swings around your neck, and you wear it with pride.

you spot her during warmups, crisp ponytail, focused face, that signature bounce in her step. she looks at home. and when her eyes meet yours, you swear she softens just for a second.

she jogs over.

“hi,” she says, breathless.

“hi,” you say, eyes roaming.

“you look really pretty.”

you lean in and press a quick kiss to her cheek. “go do your thing, number five.”

and she does.

she scores early, a clean left-handed lay off the glass. she runs the offense, keeps her composure, reads the floor like a seasoned pro, but you can still tell. the nerves are there. subtle, not overwhelming, but lingering.

and then there’s the ref call.

you don’t even catch the whistle before paige’s hands are in the air and she’s already in the ref’s face. classic. usually you’d be laughing, rolling your eyes at how quick she is to argue. but tonight? it’s different.

you watch the tension in her shoulders. the way her jaw clenches. the fire behind her eyes. she’s frustrated—not just about the call. about everything. and still… she looks so good. so dialed in. so herself.

dallas loses. it’s preseason, and she still finishes with ten points. but she doesn’t look satisfied. you text her before she even heads to the tunnel.

p 💗

i’m heading back to the hotel. see you soon, baby.

—

you don’t waste time once she’s in the door.

she barely gets a “hi” out before you’ve got your hand at the small of her back, guiding her into your hotel room with that slow, intentional confidence she craves. she’s still in her travel sweats and her dallas hoodie, eyes tired, lips parted like she’s waiting for permission to fall apart.

you kiss her first. deep, slow, and sure. the kind of kiss that tells her she doesn’t need to talk, doesn’t need to think. just needs to feel.

you both pull apart.

you let her be quiet for a minute. just hold her.

“you played so well,” you say softly.

“we lost.”

“you’re gonna lose games. it’s the w.”

she pulls back just slightly. “i could’ve done more.”

“paige.” you cup her face. “you did great. that was your first pro game. and you already look like you belong out there.”

she studies you, eyes glassy. “what’d you really think?”

you smile. “i think you’re electric. i think you’re fearless. and i think you’re mine.”

you pull her down to the bed gently.

“let me take care of you,” you murmur

and she just nods.

“take this off for me, baby,” you whisper against her mouth, tugging lightly at her hoodie.

she obeys without a word. hoodie, tank top, bra — all stripped away with trembling hands. she shivers, not from the cold but from the weight of your gaze. you push her gently on her back, and she lays back, legs slightly parted, chest rising and falling with quiet anticipation.

you kiss down her neck, biting gently at her collarbone, letting your tongue trace the curve of her chest. she arches into your touch, already breathing heavier, already so fucking responsive.

“you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” you ask, lips brushing over one nipple before you take it fully into your mouth.

“yes.” she gasps, hand tangling in your hair.

you switch to the other tit, sucking just hard enough to make her whimper. her thighs shift restlessly under you, hips trying to find friction, but you don’t give it to her yet.

“so needy,” you murmur, trailing kisses down her stomach. “you want me, baby?”

“yes i really do.” she breathes, voice shaking. “please i need you bad.”

you hook your thumbs into her waistband and pull her sweatpants and boxers off in one smooth motion. she’s already wet, slick and glistening, thighs trembling slightly with how on edge she is.

“look at you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. “so perfect. so ready for me.”

you spread her legs and settle between them, kissing slowly up her thigh. she moans when your breath hits the center of her pussy, hips twitching upward.

“you gonna stay still for me?” you ask, voice low. “let me make you feel good?”

“yes,” she gasps. “i need your mouth.”

you don’t make her beg much more.

you lick a slow stripe through her folds, savoring her taste, and she cries out, fingers gripping the sheets. your tongue moves deliberately—soft at first, then firmer when she starts whining your name.

“fuck, baby.” she’s moaning out.

you hum against her, letting the vibrations send her back arching off the bed. you slip two fingers inside her, slow and careful at first, curling just right until she nearly sobs.

“that’s it,” you whisper. “so fucking tight, baby. feel so good around my fingers.”

she’s a mess now—flushed, panting, hips rolling helplessly into your mouth. you keep your tongue on her clit, fingers working her open, pace quickening just slightly every time she moans louder.

“you close?” you ask, voice dark, teasing. “gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

“yes baby. i’m so close..”

you fuck her with your fingers while sucking her clit like it’s your only job. she falls apart fast, legs shaking, back arched, a breathless cry of your name on her lips as she cums hard—thighs clenching around your head, body trembling with release.

you don’t stop until she’s pushing weakly at your shoulders, too sensitive to take anymore.

you crawl up her body and kiss her slow, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

“you okay?” you whisper, brushing hair off her sweaty forehead.

she nods, dazed, blinking up at you like you just gave her the world.

“fuck.” she breathes. “that was…”

“yeah?”

she grins, cheeks flushed. “that was everything.”

you kiss her again, soft and warm. “you were everything tonight, paige. on that court and right here.”

she buries her face in your neck. “you’re gonna make me fall in love with you all over again.”

you smile. “good. that’s the plan.”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #ncaa women’s basketball #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x oc #paige bueckers x black!reader

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izzih22 · 1 month ago

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u should write a fic abt a post practice/ post game pazzi facetime call

Yours No Matter the Distance

Note: I promised yall I would post today so here you go. Also this is not based off a real game or anything just an fyi

Azzi Fudd had the Wings game pulled up on her laptop the second tip-off happened.

It didn’t matter that she had training at eight the next morning. Didn’t matter that she had weights, film, and a whole to-do list of team responsibilities. It didn’t even matter that Paige had told her not to stress about it, to “get sleep, baby,” and “catch the highlights in the morning.”

Azzi wasn’t missing a second.

Not of Paige.

Not of her girl.

Not for the world.

She sat cross-legged in bed, oversized UConn hoodie on Paige’s, obviously and her phone on Do Not Disturb as she watched #5 lead Dallas with a kind of control and intensity that gave Azzi goosebumps. There were flashes of that same old swagger, that glimmer Paige always got when she locked in. Her jumper was clean, her dimes even cleaner. Azzi swore she could watch her play for hours and never get tired of it.

Even the commentators were gushing, talking about her vision, her IQ, how the Wings were starting to feel like Paige’s team.

Azzi just smiled and whispered under her breath, “Damn right it is.”

By the time the game ended, Dallas had won by twelve. Paige had finished with 17 points, 9 assists, and a couple of defensive stops that had Azzi actually yelling at her laptop like she was courtside. And now, with the post-game interview wrapped up, Azzi was waiting, phone in hand, the FaceTime already set to Paige’s name.

It rang once.

Twice.

And then—

The screen lit up with a familiar face, damp hair slicked back under a towel, cheeks flushed from the game.

“Hey you,” Paige said, voice a little hoarse but still teasing, that grin pulling wide as soon as she saw Azzi.

Azzi melted. “Hi. You look hot.”

Paige raised a brow and tugged at the towel draped over her neck. “I’m literally sweating through my shirt right now.”

“Exactly.” Azzi leaned her cheek into her palm and gave her a soft smile. “You were so good tonight, P. Like—really good. I’m so proud of you.”

Paige’s expression softened, her shoulders sagging slightly like the weight of the game had finally let go. “Thanks baby. Felt like I finally found my rhythm tonight. Took me long enough.”

“You’ve been so good, though. The stats are crazy. But more than that? The way you lead out there?” Azzi shook her head in awe. “It’s like you were born for this.”

Paige snorted, but it came out shy, like she couldn’t quite take the compliment. “Coming from you? That means everything.”

“Damn right it should.”

They shared a smile, the kind that lingered, the kind that said I miss you even if neither of them had said it yet.

Paige broke the silence first, shifting the phone to show more of the locker room behind her. “I’ve got like twenty minutes before they kick me out. I should shower but…I kinda just wanted to see your face first.”

Azzi curled tighter into the hoodie, which still smelled like Paige even after a few washes. “I was waiting the second the buzzer went off. Had my phone in my hand like a clingy girlfriend.”

“You are a clingy girlfriend.” Paige grinned wider. “Thank God.”

“Shut up,” Azzi laughed. “Like you’re not the one who texts me every two hours on game day for good luck.”

“That’s…different.”

“How?”

“Because I’m obsessed with you. Duh.”

Azzi buried her face in her hands, giggling like she was sixteen again and falling for Paige for the first time. “You’re the worst.”

“Yeah, but I’m your worst.”

They paused again, both smiling too hard to speak. Paige leaned back in her chair, towel still hanging around her neck, and gave Azzi a look so full of love it almost hurt.

“Wish you were here,” she murmured, quieter now. “It’s not the same when you’re not on the bench or waiting for me in the tunnel.”

Azzi’s throat tightened. “I know. I wish I was, too.”

“I swear, every time I make a big play, I look over like I’m gonna see you there. And then I remember…” Paige trailed off with a shrug.

“Paige…”

“I know, I know. It’s just hard. I miss you.”

Azzi blinked hard. “I miss you more.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying to keep her voice steady. ��I watched the whole game in your hoodie. Had it on the second I got home.”

Paige smiled so wide it nearly broke her. “You’re actually gonna kill me.”

“You deserve it.”

They both laughed softly, and for a moment, the distance didn’t feel so heavy.

Paige tilted her head. “You doing okay, though? Like, really okay?”

Azzi hesitated, then nodded. “I am. It just…sucks, not being there. I wanna be the one running into your arms after games, not sitting here on my bed pretending like FaceTime is enough.”

“It’s not enough,” Paige agreed. “But it’s something. And you’re still the last person I see before I fall asleep. Even if it’s through a screen.”

Azzi smiled again, sad and full all at once. “You know I watch every game, right? Every single one.”

“I know.” Paige’s voice got quieter. “It means everything.”

“I mean, I’d watch you do anything. Basketball just happens to be the sexiest option.”

Paige choked on a laugh. “Oh my god, Azzi.”

“What? You want me to lie?”

“You’re unreal.”

Azzi smirked. “And you’re lucky.”

“So lucky.”

They sat like that for a while Paige in the dim locker room, Azzi curled up in bed, their connection as strong as ever despite the miles between them.

Eventually, Paige let out a sigh. “Okay. I gotta shower. They’re giving me the side-eye already.”

Azzi pouted. “Fine. But FaceTime me again before bed?”

“You already know.” Paige looked right into the camera. “Love you, Az.”

Azzi felt her whole chest swell. “Love you more, P.”

“Not possible.”

“Wanna bet?”

Paige laughed, that raspy, tired sound that still somehow made Azzi’s heart skip. “I’ll call you in twenty, babe.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

They hung up.

Azzi leaned back in bed, still in Paige’s hoodie, screen dark, heart full. It wasn’t the same as being there in person. But it was theirs. And that was enough for now.

Because no matter how far apart they were, Azzi knew one thing for sure:

Paige was hers.

And she’d be watching every game until they were in the same place again.

Side by side. Where they belonged.

#pazzi fics #paige x azzi #pazzi #paige and azzi #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #azzi fudd

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angstywaifu · 6 months ago

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No Strings Attached - Garrick Tavis

Request: reader is fwb with Garrick you could even include some spice and they start to fall for each other but they’re not exclusive so one night she sees him talking to another girl and she feels extremely hurt seeing it. then she decides to ice him out and branch out to hang out with other people and he sees her talk to another guy and gets really jealous and feels very possessive. and then they get into a massive angsty fight Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Unprotected Sex (P in V). Angst and fighting. Jealousy.

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“Cmon sweetheart, just one more. For me.” Garrick whispers in my ear as his fingers dig into my hips as he guides me up and down on his length.

As per usual, Garrick was determined to get another one out of me. This would be the fourth? No, fifth? Fuck, I had no idea. My brain all foggy from the amount of times he’d pulled another orgasm from me. He was addicted to pulling them from me, and I was addicted to the way he made me felt.

The familiar knot in my stomach tightens again as I dig my nails into his shoulder as my lead lulls forward. Garrick notices the shift, grabbing tightly onto my waist as he holds me up, slamming his hips into mine hard and fast. I barely had time to process what was coming as I shatter in his arms, my whole weight resting in Garrick’s hands as I go limp. Eyes rolling back into my head, mouth open in a silent moan as my legs tremble either side of his. I feel Garrick shudder beneath me, his thrusts faltering as he comes undone beneath me.

He gathers me in his arms rolling us to the side as he lays my head down on my pillow, whimpering at the loss of him as he removes himself from me. I barely register him cleaning me up and tucking me into bed as I fall victim to my exhaustion and fall asleep.

The next day it’s back to normal. Everyone none the wiser to how Garrick and I had spent most of our night as we walk the halls the next day. Which is how I wanted it. Garrick and I were just friends. Friends who hooked up a few times a week. An arrangement that worked for both of us since it had started last year. No strings attached, no feelings and no exclusivity. Though neither of us had hooked up with anyone else despite this.

”Quinn and I are having a girls night in her room, did you want to come?” Imogen asks me as we leave the gym, both of us in desperate need of a shower after the training session we had just done.

I turn my head to look at her and tell her I’m in, but two figures behind her across the courtyard near the Rotunda catch my eyes. Imogen turns to look, both of us watching Garrick as he leans up against the wall talking to girl in second wing. I watch as he raises a hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I don’t miss the way she tips her head downwards slightly, and I’d bet any money she’s blushing. I instantly see red. Wanting to march over there and pull her away from him, tell her to stay away. I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t want to do that. We were just friends. Friends who slept together. Nothing more. Why the hell did I feel like this?

”Sorry, I’ve got plans.” I tell her in the most monotone voice I’ve heard leave my lips as I turn and make my way to the dorms.

Another year done and over. Thank god. I’d been craving a drink since seeing Garrick talking to that girl two weeks ago. Since then I’d been avoiding him, which was pretty easy considering we’d all been sent away for War Games for five days and we were in different Wings. But since that night I’d opted to hanging out with my squad, mainly Imogen and Quinn. Something I knew Garrick had noticed as Imogen had told me Garrick had asked about me after I’d walked off when he’d approached our group at challenges. Even now I can feel his eyes on me across the room. It was not like me to ignore him like this, but I honestly couldn’t trust me feelings.

Movement next to me pulls me from my thoughts, one of the first year repeats sitting next to me. I remembered him from the start of the year. The scattering of freckles across his face had always stood out to me. He’d been apart of our squad till he hadn’t been chosen at Threshing. Which was a shame, from what Quinn and Imogen had told me he was one of the best in our squad.

”How was war games?” He asks me as he fills up his cup from one of the pitchers from the middle of the table.

”Tiring as usual. There’s only one time of year I will ever have thoughts on wanting to be back here, and that’s war games.” I tell him with a smile as he fills up my now empty cup.

We fall into conversation easily, laughing and telling stories and jokes. Something I had missed during the last week. And it was nice to be talking to someone new. Something to take my mind off what had happened. Though it’s not long before my mind wanders back as a tall looming figure hovers behind me, casting a shadow over me and onto the cadet I now know as Sawyer. I watch as his eyes widen as he looks behind me. A look I associated very well with Garrick.

”We need to talk.” He growls out from behind me.

I can practically feel the anger rolling off him against my back. I can see how worried Sawyer looks. Yeah, he was pissed.

”What do you want to talk about?” I toss over my shoulder before chugging the rest of my drink, definitely needing more alcohol in my system to deal with whatever was about to happen.

”In private.”

I turn and look at him. Yep. He was pissed. His eyes are narrowed at me, his jaw ticking from the strain of clenching it. Great. I tear my gaze from his, standing and pushing past him as I head towards the door, leaving Sawyer behind. I push through the door leading into the rotunda, barely making it a few steps before Garrick grabs my arm.

”What the hell was that?” He snaps, gesturing back towards the dining hall.

”Really? I could be asking you the same about you and the cadet a few weeks back in the courtyard.” I snap back as I gesture towards the door leading towards the courtyard.

His brow furrows as he looks towards where I point. “What are you talking about?”

Anger flares with in me. “That blonde who you had in the courtyard a few nights before War Games started. Tucking her hair behind her ear as she blushed and giggled at you.”

”So that’s why you’ve been ignoring me.” He drawls in a monotone voice.

”I haven’t been ignoring you. We’ve been away at War Games if you hadn’t noticed.” I retort as I walk a few steps away, needing to clear my head of the anger that was raging through me.

”Says the one who has walked away whenever I’ve joined the group and has been mysteriously absent from my bed.” He states as he walks over and steps in front of me.

”What do you want Garrick? Want me to confess that even though this isn’t technically exclusive that I’m a little jealous you start showing interest in another girl for the first time since this started happening? That maybe I realised I need to put some space between us and put effort into my other friends or find some new ones?” My voice echoing around the empty rotunda as I glare up at him.

”Please he didn’t want to be your friend.” He scoffs at me.

”Well I wouldn’t know because you couldn’t resist playing possessive guard dog after I start talking to a guy that isn’t you!” My voice cracks at the end, a tear rolling down my cheek that Garrick’s hazel eyes track.

”Trust me, there’s only one things guys want from girls in here.” Garrick looming over me as he takes a step towards me.

I scoff and shake my head at me. “Yeah, I’m starting to see that. Hope she can warm your bed till she also figures that out.”

”Sweethe-”

”Don’t. You don’t get to call me that anymore.” I snap at him before turning and storming back into the rowdy dining hall, wiping away another tear that rolls down my cheek.

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #the fourth wing #garrick tavis #fourth wing imagine #garrick tavis imagine #garrick tavis x reader #fourth wing x reader #garrick tavis smut #fourth wing smut

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eddiesxangel · 1 year ago

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Never Have I Ever… | E.M x Virgin!Reader

TJ’s 2K Request celebration!

@nailbatanddungeon : “I have a request for youuu. Okay, this is Eddie x Virgin!reader, reader is still new to everything, but there is one thing that the reader needs but is scared to push because the reader is TOUCH STARVED (So am I)”

Cw: reader and Eddie are in their mid to late 20’s, touch starved virgin!reader, angst, fluff, alcohol, throwing up(too much alcohol consumption), hangovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, protected sex. Friends to lovers

WC: 3.1k

I hope you enjoy!! 💗

“You’ll get there; you’re just a late bloomer, is all”

A late bloomer, you’ve heard it your whole life- and you’re sick of it. Sick of feeling behind in life? You’re in your twenties now and getting absolutely shit-faced because you’ve never done anything in this game of never have I ever.

You, Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, and a few others were at the block party, and you somehow ended up involved in the juvenile game.

“Never have I ever kissed the same gender,” you drank.

“Never have I ever dumped anyone,” you drank.

“Never have I ever smoked weed,” you drank.

“Never have I ever said the wrong name in bed.” That’s rich because you’ve never been in a bed with anyone to begin with.

You hadn’t relized how much you’ve had to drink until you stood up.

“Woah, you okay?” You hear Nancy speak as you wobble.

You had wanted to get up and get more to drink because, unlike the others, your cup was empty.

“Yeah.” You tried to get out, but it sounded more like a grunt to the others.

Ignoring their protests, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen, feeling sorry for yourself.

You fumble with the lid of the hard liquor bottle until a strong ring-clad hand clasps over yours. You freeze, pissed off and embarrassed, knowing who the hand belongs to.

Even in your inebriated state, you get that same feeling whenever he is around you. You feel the heat in your cheeks instantly as the butterflies in your stomach irrupts.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sweetheart.”

You look down, not wanting to see the look on his face.

“I don’t care” you slur. God, you will hate yourself in the morning.

Of all people, it had to be Eddie to come and check on you?

That’s how he was—always worried, always babying you because you “weren’t experienced in life,” according to his words, and it made you mad! It made you seem like a child, and you were sick of people treating you as such. You were a grown woman, you had a 9:00-5:00, an apartment, and a degree, but none of that mattered—not when it came to dating and love.

“Sweetheart, please, you need to slow down.”

“Why?” You rolled your eyes. “I’m a big girl I can handle my alcohol.” You huffed.

“I just think— "

"IM TIRED OF WHAT YOU THINK!" you've had enough. No one took you seriously, and you couldn't help that Eddie happened to be the only one to feel your wrath.

"Woah, okay-okay, I’m sorry."

“I’m sick of everyone treating me like a child!" the dam broke, and streams of mascara fell down your cheeks.

"I don't think you're a child." Eddie timidly reached out his comforting hand.

"Yes, you do."

"When have— "

"ANY TIME WE ARE OUT, EDDIE! Like last week at the bar, I was so close to getting that guy's number and you swooped in acting like my father!"

"Sweetheart I—"

"Don't sweetheart me!" You cut him off once again. "It's demeaning."

"y/n. Let me take you home. We can talk about this tomorrow."

"I don’t want to."

"Too bad we are going." Eddie no longer gave you a choice. He took your hand and started to pull you along with him.

You stumbled, tripping over your feet because your balance was gone completely.

“Woah, see my point exactly.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, and Eddie can’t help but stifle a laugh. You were so cute.

Eddie didn’t mean to make you think you were juvenile…. He admired you and wanted to protect you; you were a woman to him, all women. He liked you; he really liked you. The only reason he swoops in is because he doesn’t want you with anyone who isn’t him, not because he doesn’t think you’re not capable… He dreams about how capable you can be. He just didn’t have the balls to say it to your face.

The thought of you not having any experience never even crossed his mind. He still had no clue you’d never been intimate with someone; he didn’t even know how inexperienced you were until the game. He watched and raised an unknowing brow each time you took a gulp.

Eddie took your keys from your hands and unlocked your front door for you. The whole car ride had been eerily silent. You didn’t dare speak a word without the threat of vomit coming up with it.

You silently stumbled into your home. Eddie followed closely behind. He helped you take off your sneakers. He led you to the bathroom and found some makeup wipes to help you take off your makeup, but halfway through, you turned to the toilet as the tequila made its way back up.

That’s when you broke; you were so embarrassed. “What’s wrong with me?” You cried.

“Nothing is wrong with you, swee-.” But he cut himself off, remembering that you scolded him earlier in the evening.

“Yes, there is something wrong with me! Nobody wants me.”

“That’s not true.” Eddie stroked the back of your head as you emptied out the contenders of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.

“Then why am I still a virgin?!” You sobbed.

Eddie was stunned, speechless. He had no idea. He just thought you didn’t like sharing your sex life, not that you didn’t have one.

So he let you cry into his chest. Your tears stained his shirt, but he didn’t care; he was here to take care of you.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he guided you after he helped you ride your mouth out.

You crashed as soon as your head hit the pillow. Eddie thought of leaving but was worried you would need him if you woke up, so he took the couch.

You awoke with a throbbing pain pounding in your head. You were never drinking again. The night was murky; you started remembering bits and pieces but not everything. You get up and notice the bottle of painkillers and a glass of water you definitely didn’t put there.

Then you remembered Eddie bringing you home and let out an aggravated groan. How could you have been so messy? And in front of Eddie, out of all people? Why couldn’t Robin and Nancy bring you home? What did you say to him? Were you mean? Did you yell at him? You remember crying, but the reasoning was foggy.

You begrudgingly take the water and pills and almost gag, trying to get them down, but you manage. You also smell like a minibar, so you strip and walk to your bathroom.

After a long hot shower, you get dressed and must put some food into your empty stomach.

You walked past a sleeping Eddie, not seeing him curled up in the living room, and started noisily making yourself some breakfast.

“Is that the way you wake up all your guests?”

You screamed as you threw the fork you had in fright.

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” You clench your chest as you take big breaths to calm your racing heart.

“Sorry, Angel”

Angel… that’s new? It’s always been sweetheart.

“I didn’t know you stayed?”

“Yeah… you um. Were in pretty rough shape last night, I didn’t want you to be alone... so I slept in the couch. I hope that’s okay”

“Thank you, Eddie, I’m sorry I ruined your night.” You looked down, ashamed.

“You didn’t ruin it.” He shook his head.

“Well, I owe you one,” you giggle awkwardly. Eddie and you hardly ever hang out one-on-one.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like absolute shit.” You hand Eddie a black coffee.

“Yeah, well, you really went hard in that game of never have I ever.”

You met out a moan of embarrassment. Your memory came flooding back.

Mortification consumed you as you didn’t want to look Eddie in the eyes. You cried in his arms last night after you puked your guys out.

“Oh god”

“It’s okay, Angel. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“What happened to sweetheart?” You tried to change the subject.

“You said it was demeaning…”

“Oh god, I did?” You peek up and see Eddie silently nod his head yes.

“I’m sorry, it’s not… I like the nickname. I just…. I was feeling so emotional last night, and the alcohol.” You tried not to gag at the thought.

“S’all good.” He shrugged. But he was replaced to hear you liked being called sweetheart. It suited you; he didn’t call anyone else that, either. It was reserved just for you.

“Um, so about last night, you mentioned nobody wanting you….” Oh god, was he really doing this now? “I don’t think that’s true.” Yes, he was.

“Huh?” You sit up, taking a sip of your coffee.

“You cried about how you didn’t think anyone wanted you, but it’s not true… I want you.”

Did you hear that right? Did you get water in your ears from the shower?

“You do?” Your eyes widen.

“Yeah,” he looks at you sheepishly.

“Oh?” You were in shock.

“Shit-I-I’m sorry, I ruined everything.” Eddie stood up, but you stood up with him, not wanting him to leave.

“No, Eddie, wait!” You grab his shoulder and turn him to face you. You couldn’t let him leave, not now.

“Sweeetheart, please let me be mortified in peace.”

“Kiss me.”

Eddie stares at you before you tell him one more time.

“Kiss me, Eddie.”

Then you feel his hands grip the back of your head and pull you in.

You didn’t think anything could cure your hangover but this comes pretty damn close.

You melt into his touch, his hands cup your head, your hands find his waist. It feels right, so right you think you’re floating.

No one had kissed you in what felt like years, and maybe it had been, but it was worth the wait.

Hands danced around one another’s bodies, and tongues and teeth clashed. It was messy; it was needy.

“Woah woah woah, sweetheart, hold on.” Eddie pulled back breathlessly.

“What’s wrong?” You look up at him, concerned…. Had he changed his mind?

“I think we should slow down.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. We have time.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think—"

"No! I need this, I want this." You look him dead in the eyes.

"You tell me if you want to stop, okay? Promise me."

"Okay, Eddie."

Eddie waists, not another second to take you in a feverish kiss. His hands roam your body, landing on your ass. It excites you so much you can feel the familiar tingling ruminating lower and lower.

You moan his name and press your whole body into his; you need to feel him, all of him… and you can. His hard cock is digging into your hip bone, and you connect your bodies.

Stumbling back without breaking the kiss, Eddie leads you to your bedroom. You fall backwards onto your bed with a gasp.

hovering above you is Eddie. You can see the lust behind his eyes as he scans your body.

"If im doing anything you don't like, tell me. This is about you, okay?"

“Okay,” you breathe as he lowers down to his knees. You watch his hands run up the tops of your thighs before spreading them wider so he can have access to where he wants you the most.

Running his fingers down your centre, you can’t help but moan at the feeling. You are greedy; you want to feel everything all at once.

Wasting no more time, you pull down the stretchy waistband of your pants and yank your underwear down with it. No time to be self-conscious- the need to feel Eddie fueled your desire.

“Beautiful,” Eddie whispered as he left a trail of kisses up your thigh, hovering just above your mound.

“Can I taste you?”

“Yes, please. Take care of me, I want it so bad,” You whine desperately. If you weren’t so horny, you’d be embarrassed by your words, but with Eddie, everything felt right.

Eddie’s lips latched into your soaked pussy, and you watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment. He didn’t hold back; he wanted this to be the best head of your life, even if it’s the only head of your life. You grip his hair in your fist, not expecting the pleasure to ripple through you so quickly.

“Taste so good, sweetheart; I wanna live in this pussy.”

“Oh god!” You cry as a single digit breaches your wanton hole.

Slowly, with his tongue and his finger pumping into you, you’re nearly there. Considering how long you’ve waited for this moment, it doesn't take much more. You’re cumming within minutes.

“Good girl, you okay?” he slaps the inside of your thigh and your body jerks.

“More,” you beg. It wasn’t enough; nothing would be able to satiate you until his cock was deep inside you.

“You sure? We can stop if you’re not ready”

“Need you now.” You grab him by the shirt collar and pull him towards you for a searing kiss.

“Okay,” he mumbles into your mouth, crawling up your body.

You loved the feel of his weight on top of you, consuming you with every kiss.

“Want you, Eddie” you moan as your hands toy with the hem of his shirt.

“You have me.” He dips his head lower to caress your throat with his lips.

Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth scrape across your soft, delicate skin.

Eddie didn’t lift his head until he was satisfied with the dark mark left on your neck.

When he unlatched from your throat, you demanded he take his clothes off.

Eddie loved your eagerness; he saw a spunk in you that he could only have dreamed of.

You also removed the rest of your clothing as he stripped.

When Eddie removed his last layer over his head, he couldn’t help but ogle your body, the way your head sunk into the pillows, your breasts, your soaked pussy on display for him. He was devouring you with his eyes.

You motion him to you with a single finger, breaking him out of the trace you put him under.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Eddie was like a feline the way he crawled up on the bed to you.

The heat rushed to your cheeks; somehow, this felt more intimate than what he was doing between your legs a moment ago.

“I want you,” you repeat yourself.

Eddie cups your face, and you cup his in return. His eyes bore into your soul, leaving not a trace unturned as he searched your entire being before kissing you one more.

You moan into his mouth, and Eddie’s cock grazes your mound collecting your slick as his hips ground into you.

“Ready?” He asked desperately; he needed to be inside of you.

“Yes.”

He quickly got up and you moaned,

“What are you?- oh,” you blush

You see him reach for his pants pocket for his wallet as he pulls out a condom.

Quickly he rips it open, and your mouth waters as he rolls it over his cock. This is the first time you’re seeing what he looks like down there, and you’re getting nervous because how is that supposed to fit?

“Sweetheart? You'll be okay.” He smirks.

Cocky, shit.

“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to do this myself.” You huffed.

“Oh really? How do you suppose that?” He pounced back on top of you.

“I have my toys.”

Eddie’s head drops back. “We will get back to that later. Now I’m going to fuck you.”

“Finally”

Eddie doesn’t respond. He just slowly slides his cock through your slick folds collecting your natural lube before inching his way inside of you.

“I need you to relax, sweetheart.” You naturally clench around him. He was so tickled and long. Never had you felt so full, but little did you know Eddie was only a quarter-way in.

“Fuck you’re big,” you gasp.

“No need to stroke my ego, baby girl”

That made your pussy clench down again.

“Oh, you like that?”

You nod your head, yes, unable to speak.

“Noted”

You could kill him if he wasn’t making you feel so good.

“Eddie!” You scream as he finally reaches the hilt, gripping him like a koala you don’t want to let go.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight” Eddie slowly works his hips in and out of you; with each thrust, you can feel his bush brush against your clit, and it sends a tingle down your spine.

You moan in response; everything feels like it is on fire; never had you expected this level of sex. No wonder everyone is obsessed with it.

“Harder”

“You sure”

“Yes, god yes!”

Eddie's hips snap into you with such force your head almost hits the headboard. The bed is rocking; you have never experienced something so wanted, so needed, so absolutely taken over by someone else.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You chant his name, which only makes him go harder. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping you so hard, not ever wanting to let you go.

“Fuck me, this pussy s'good.” He spits through his teeth. His primal side is showing, and you can't get enough.

Nothing can again amount to this amount of pleasure; you're ruined for life.

"You close, baby girl?" Edie smirks when he feels you clamp don't on his cock when he spits out the words.

A guttural moan is unleashed from your throat in response because, god, you're so close.

The pressure building inside of you is about to burst as Eddie's calloused fingers find your sensitive clit.

"Come on baby, I know you gotta another one for me. I know you do."

Eddies words tipped you over the edge. Your body seized as his thick cock continued to pump into your greedy pussy. Your orgasm took over, and Eddie watched you silently scream for him.

Before you became overstimulated, Eddie also came shortly after, only a few more pumps, and he spilled himself into the condom.

With Eddie beside you huffing and puffing, you couldn't wipe the stupid grin off your face.

"That good, huh?"

"I don't want to stroke your ego, but yeah... fuck me" You hid your face.

"I just did." Eddie rolled over to kiss all over your face and you can't help but giggle.

"I hope we can do that again," you shy away.

"Oh, we are one thousand percent doing that again. "

Tagging some mooties: @littlexdeaths @xxbimbobunnyxx @voyeurmunson @rowanswriting @lofaewrites

@starkeysprincess @strangerstilinski @taintedcigs @mmunson86 @paybacksawitch @stardancerluv

#Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x virgin!reader #Eddie Munson imagine

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bluebeads-art · 8 months ago

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2024 November 21st

INTO THE LAKE WITH YOU, MUD CHILD

My part of a retroactive art trade with @anxiousapplepie ! "Retroactive" because I was already drawing this before we agreed to make it part of a trade, heheh. December 2nd edit: BEHOLD!... THEIR HALF OF THE TRADE... Eleven whole pages of trade!! Go read it go read it go read it

I read this post about their Role!Swap AU, and, like, multiverse shenanigans? Check. Characters goofing off and having fun? Check. Several opportunities for slapstick humor? Check. Conclusion: I really wanted to draw it. Physical comedy is my specialty. :p

This thing is kinda all over the place composition wise (looking at you, relative sizes of speech bubbles) because there is Too Much going on in these panels and I Did Not plan ahead of time, lmao. This was supposed to be doodlier than it ended up being, so as a growing pain it's a funny jumble of consistency. One of these days I'll be able to doodle without getting carried away. 😂

More rambling and close-ups under the cut

This interaction in particular is what nudged me over the edge to draw this whole thing. I don't know what Fighter Mirabelle's malfunction is when it comes to the Siffrins, but it lets me make Sif the butt of a joke again, so yeehaw! His hat being catapulted out of frame made me laugh when I was thinking of what to do with the composition-complicating hat in question.

Also my personal take is Siffrin is 100% having the time of their life here. Making new(?) friends? Being involved in a fun group activity? Well worth inhaling some puddle water and having to go jump in The Lake to wash the mud off later.

Bonnie being so furious they changed art styles wasn't in my original plan, but I'm so glad I thought of it on a whim because it made me laugh Every Time I looked at their face. 😂

Time taken on this whole thing was 42 hours and 50 minutes. AND. I KNOW THAT SOUNDS BAD. IF YOU KNOW I'M TRYING TO SPEED UP MY ART PROCESS. But this project gets a special pass. This was the farthest out of my art comfort zone I've been in a while! 13 (mostly) full-body characters at various complicated angles, 2 backgrounds, learning to use CSP's perspective rulers, effects I'm not used to like water splashes, etc etc. I made progress on speeding up sketching & line art as well! Some of the lines you see are just extremely cleaned up sketch. I was able to let myself fudge things more too. For example, Mira's dress is a very "dude just trust me" simplification because I don't know how the clothes folds would work at that angle. ^^;;

So while there's still a handful of things I'm not happy with, it's worth it for the learning experience and perfectionism-busting progress! Also for the sake of drawing silliness, of course.

Oh, lastly; the KO sprite is the one from in-game, so it was made by insertdisc5 and not me.

#in stars and time #isat #ISAT Role!Swap AU #isat bonnie #isat odile #isat isabeau #isat mirabelle #isat siffrin #comic #fan art #2d art

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suushiiii · 22 days ago

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Everything changed

Leah Williamson x reader

Summary: You and Leah have been best friends ever since you were kids, but during a truth or dare game night with the team, everthing changed.

Word count: 3.2k

The locker room was buzzing, music was blaring out of the box, and a few teammates were dancing on the table. You just won a qualification match for the U20 World Cup. You needed to win this match if you wanted to qualify for the World Cup; you needed to win, and you did. It was an easy game; you scored three goals and gave an assist, and that goal was scored by your best friend, Leah, who was sitting next to you. “Can you believe it? We are going to the World Cup.” Leah practically yelled and pulled you into a hug, which you gladly returned.

“You got a hat-trick!” You smiled and pulled back from the hug, meeting Leah her eyes once more. Before either of you could say anything, Beth stormed into the room, like she had an announcement to make. “Alright! I have an idea.” Beth chipped, after she had turned the music down. “That’s never good,” Leah murmured into your ear, and you giggled softly, not wanting Beth to hear you laughing. “Since today couldn’t get any better,” Beth started, and a few teammates, including you and Leah, were already afraid to hear what Beth would say next.

“I thought, why not a game night?” Beth finished with a grin. You and Leah looked at each other because you had already made plans for tonight, no matter what the outcome would’ve been. “From all the things you could’ve said, you said a ‘game night’, really, Beth?” Keira said, her eyes tired. “We just want to rest tonight, go to bed early.” Beth groaned and shook her head.

“C’mon! We just won an important match, and that needs to be celebrated.” Beth stated, hoping to convince a few others. “Yeah, an important match, and everyone gave it their all. We are tired, Beth.” Someone else stated, and Beth turned their head to them. “C’mon, it will not be a long night, I promise.” A few teammates looked at each other and eventually nodded. “Fine,” Keira said with a defeated sigh and took a seat at her cubby, starting to unlace her boots. “What about you two?” You turned your head to Keira, who took off her left boot.

“Well,” You started, rubbing the back of your neck. “Leah and I were thinking of just staying in our room, watching a movie maybe.” You stated with an awkward smile, and now Keira shook her head, not agreeing with what you just said. “No.” You frowned because you didn’t ask if it was okay to stay in. “No?” You repeated, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “If everyone is going to do game night, you two need to do it as well,” Keira stated and pointed from you to Leah, who groaned quietly.

“Do we need to?” You groaned, leaning back against the wall, still looking at Keira. “Yep.” Keira stated, dragging out the ‘p’ at the end. You looked at Leah, who wasn’t amused about this. The two of you had a whole plan, well, the plan was only formed on the bus ride to the match, but Leah wasn’t pleased about it. “Can’t we do it another night? Maybe when we’re back in England?” You suggested, hoping that the rest would be okay with that.

You looked at Beth, who was thinking deeply about her answer, but the smirk on her lips told you that her answer would be no. “Beth, c’mon. There will be plenty more nights to do the game night.” Before Beth could answer, Keira joined her side. “The game night stays, and the two of you will be there.” You look dumbfounded between the two, before giving up and taking your seat next to Leah again. “We had a plan,” Leah murmured, and you chuckled softly.

“Leah, we thought of it when we were driving here.” You said with a chuckle, and Leah her lips twitched up, not fully, but you caught it. “Hey.” You bumped Leah with your shoulder gently, and Leah looked at you. “There will be plenty more nights to have a night for ourselves.” You whispered and placed your hand on the blonde’s defender's shoulder. “Yeah, I know, but everything fell into place today. We won, we qualified, you got a hat-trick, and I scored,” Leah finally said with a heavy sigh, her shoulders sagging.

“I just wanted this to be our night, just like we always did when we were rookies.” You giggled softly at Leah’s honesty and rested your head on her shoulder. “Sorry to break it to you, but we're no rookies anymore.” You laughed softly, and Leah let out a quiet giggle as her hand rested on your knee. “Your knee is bruised.” Leah hummed, and you looked down at your knee, seeing a small bruise forming.

You shrugged with your shoulders because it wasn’t the first bruise in your life. “It’s nothing.” You reassured Leah, but you were thankful that she cared about you. You kicked off your shoes and peeled off your jersey, throwing it in the jersey bag. “You know,” You started and turned yourself to Leah, who was taking off her boots as well. “You really should score more.” Leah looked at you in disbelief.

“I’m a defender!” Leah defended herself, and you giggled at her reaction. “I’m supposed to defend and not score goals!” You smirked, knowing full well how to get under her skin. “Leah, I was joking.” You giggled, and Leah gave you a deadpanned look and hit you with her towel. You yelped and humped up from your seat, narrowing your eyes at her. “You had that one coming,” Leah said casually, tossing the towel over her shoulder.

“You hurt me, you hurt me.” You pouted, and now Leah was amused at your reaction. “It was a slap with a towel, you’ll survive,” Leah smirked, and you rolled your eyes, but no real annoyance behind it. “Let's go shower and then, we will have that super great gaming night thing,” Leah stated and started to take off her match gear, and you did the same. The night was far from over, and you were afraid to think what games Beth had in mind for tonight. You took your shower stuff and walked with Leah to the showers.

The team arrived at the hotel 2 hours later, because there were still interviews that needed to be done. You sat on the couch, and Leah, as always, was next to you. Well, next you, more like lying on the couch, and her head in your lap. You were absentmindedly combing her hair with your fingers. “Look at this angle of your second goal.” You looked down, and Leah turned her phone to. You saw another angle of your goal, a perfect send ball to the right top corner of the goal, and all the keeper could do was watch.

“Leah, you have shown me a thousand videos with different angles of the goal.” You chuckled and stopped combing her hair for a second, while Leah turned her phone again. “Well, I can’t help it. The goal is just so amazing!” Leah hummed and laid her phone on her stomach. “Well, thank you that you find the goal amazing.” You giggled, your hand ruffling Leah’s hair, while she closed her eyes. “It’s going to be an interesting night.” Leah hummed, her eyes still closed, and you stilled your hand in her hair once more.

“What do you think Beth has in store for us?” You sighed because you honestly had no idea what games Beth had in mind for tonight. “It’s Beth, you never know what she thinks.” You answered, and Leah hummed in response, opening her eyes to meet yours again. “As long as it isn’t a scavenger hunt through the hotel, I’m fine with everything.” Leah declared, and you chuckled. “Be careful with what you wish for, Williamson.” You warned teasingly, and Leah giggled, her hand finding yours.

Before Leah could respond, Beth came in and clapped in her hands, so she got the attention from everyone. “Okay, let’s get game night started!” Beth declared, and everyone gathered at the table where you and Leah were. “God help us,” Leah muttered, and you patted her head softly, before Leah sat straight up. Your shoulder brushed Leah’s while Beth was explaining what the game was.

“Okay, truth or dare is the game.” A few groans were heard from the table, including you and Leah, who buried her face in her hands. “Beth, the last time we did this, you ended up in the hotel pool.” You reminded the blonde winger, who laughed at the flashback. “That’s the fun. I picked dare and needed to jump fully clothed into the pool.” You shook your head and giggled softly because it was hilarious back then. “Okay, truth or dare, Meado?” Leah finally said, after she had been quiet the whole time.

“Pff, dare.” You saw a small smirk tugged at Leah’s lips, so you knew that Leah was going to give Beth a great dare. “Okay, I dare you to not say anything for the next five rounds.” Beth stared at Leah for a full minute before opening her mouth, but Leah held up her hand. “Uh-uh, no talking, remember?” You bit your lip to stop the laugh that was trying to come out, and Beth pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, and sat down in her seat. “That was the best dare you could ever come up with.” You whispered in Leah’s ear, bumping your fist under the table.

The game continued, and the dares and truths questions took a turn. The questions had been funny and normal, but Georgia had dared Chloe to sit on Taylor her lap until her next round. Everyone laughed when Chloe sat on Taylor her lap and the game continued, each truth or dare more intimate than the other. It was your turn next, and you were afraid to say yes to the truth and the dare. “y/n, truth or dare?” Chloe asked who removed herself from Taylor her lap.

You swallowed hard and shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your knees brushed Leah’s under the table. “D-dare.” You stuttered and swallowed again, your fingers tabbed nervously on the table. Chloe was about to tell you your dare, but then Beth leaned in and whispered something in Chloe’s ear, making Chloe smirk and giggle. “Alright, I dare you to kiss Leah.” You stared at her, your cheeks going pink. You sat frozen in your seat, your eyes never left Chloe’s, who was still grinning like she just won the lottery.

You were still processing the dare and felt Leah’s knee brush yours again, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned your head to Leah, and your eyes immediately locked. “Are you okay with this?” You asked in a whisper because you never thought of Leah this way. You have known each other ever since you were kids. You went to the same school, were in the same amateur club, and your parents were friends, but not once had it crossed your mind that Leah could be more than a friend.

“Take your time, guys.” Beth joked, but you shot her a look, warning her to shut up. Beth understood the look immediately and zipped her mouth closed with her fingers and threw the imaginary key away. “Leah, are you okay with this?” You asked, after you had turned your head to meet Leah’s eyes once more. You saw something in Leah’s eyes, something you couldn’t quite place. “It’s a dare,” Leah whispered, and you nodded, your hands resting on her shoulders.

You leaned in, so your forehead rested on Leah’s now. You felt your heart hammering in your chest. You had been this close to Leah before, but that was more playful and in a friendly kind of way, but this felt different. Before you could think, you felt Leah’s lips on yours. You froze for a second, your hands still on her shoulders, and Leah’s hands moved slowly, hesitantly, to your waist. One of your hands cupped Leah’s face, your thumb stroking over her cheek, your lips still moving against each other, slowly.

After a few seconds, Leah pulled back, her hands still loosely on your waist. “I need some air.” You nodded, and Leah stood up. The rest of the group was quiet, not knowing if it had been a stupid dare to ask you to do. “I’ll go talk to her.” You murmured after a few seconds and stood up, and started to walk in the direction where Leah had just walked.

You walked through the hallways of the hotel. Your destination was outside, but your knees gave out, and you leaned against the wall, like your mind was finally catching up with what had just happened. You had kissed your best friend, and it wasn’t a peck on the lips; it was a full-on kiss. You trailed your fingers over your mouth. It felt like your lips were still tingling where Leah’s lips had been.

You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes. You didn’t know what to think anymore. You love Leah and you trust her more than you trust yourself, but you had never thought that you would kiss her, not like that. It was real, like it wasn’t a dare. It felt like both of you wanted it, but you were too afraid to tell each other that. You opened your eyes again, looking straight at the wall across from you. You knew that the two of you needed to talk about the kiss, but you knew Leah well enough that she sometimes just needed some time alone, so that’s what you would do.

You pushed yourself off the wall, and instead of heading outside, you walked to the elevator. You shared a room with Leah, so you would see her when the two of you went to bed. The elevator reached your floor, and you walked absentmindedly through the hallways until you reached your room. You walked into your room and closed the door behind you, before moving further into the room. You let yourself fall on the bed, your eyes on the ceiling.

After what felt like hours, the door of the room opened. You opened your eyes and turned your head to the hallway, and saw Leah walking into the room. You waited for a beat, and Leah moved slowly through the room. “Leah?” You said softly, pushing yourself up with your elbows. Leah didn’t turn to meet your eyes; she was just going through her bag, not sure what she was looking for. She wanted to do anything if it meant that she wouldn’t have to talk to you about what happened.

“Leah.” You said louder now, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, your hands in your lap. Leah froze when you said her name again, but didn’t turn around. You looked at her, not in the way a best friend should’ve, and an aching feeling formed in your chest. Had the kiss changed something in the way you felt about Leah? Had those feelings always been there, but finally got free because of the kiss? You slowly stood up from the bed, and you took slow steps towards the blonde defender.

“Leah, we need to talk about it.” You stood next to her, leaning with your hip against the dresser. Leah stopped her movements and rested her hands on the dresser, your hands inches away from each other. You moved your hand and placed it over Leah’s. You felt her hand shaking at the touch, but it disappeared when you interlaced your fingers together. “Can you look at me for a second?” You waited for a few seconds, but eventually, Leah lifted her head, her eyes meeting yours.

“I know we need to talk about it.” Leah whispered, her thumb circling on the back of your hand. “I’m sorry that I walked out, after the-” Leah couldn’t say ‘kiss’, she just couldn’t. “Hey, it’s okay.” You whispered, tightening your grip on her hand. The room fell into silence; the only sound was the slow breathing of you and Leah. “You want to sit down?” Leah only nodded, and the two of you walked to the bed, sitting down at the edge.

The room fell into silence again. You and Leah sat next to each other, your shoulders would brush, knees would touch, but it all felt too intimate. It didn’t feel like the two of you were best friends anymore. It felt more like the two of you had confessed to each other that you liked each other, but hadn’t spoken about it. “Do you regret it?” You looked up, meeting Leah’s eyes, and you shook your head without a second thought.

“No.” Leah looked you in the eyes to see if you told the truth. “It was a stupid dare.” Leah murmured, resting her hands on her knees, which brushed yours. “I need to tell you something.” You nodded and stayed silent, letting Leah continue. “The k-kiss. It gave my stomach a weird feeling.” You smiled softly and took Leah’s hands in yours.

“Me too.” You whispered, and Leah’s head shot up; your eyes met once more. “I think we both have feelings that got woken up when the kiss happened.” Leah’s lips twitch upward, the faintest smile on her lip. You looked up again, and this time your faces were inches apart, your hands tightening in Leah’s. Before you could react, Leah leaned in closer, her lips on yours.

It was a slow and gentle kiss. You pulled back first, letting your forehead rest against hers. One of your hands cupped her face, your thumb tracing her jaw, and Leah leaned into the touch. “You’re my best friend, Leah, nothing will change that.” Leah closed her eyes, her hand on your arm that was cupping her face. Leah started to trace gentle circles on your arm, and you brushed her nose with yours. “What if we ruin everything?” You let the question fall into the room because you didn’t have a good answer for that, not really.

“What if we don’t?” You asked back. Leah opened her eyes. “What if we continue what we always did? Joke around, pest Keira, share protein bars, warm up together like we always do?” Leah looked at you, a smile forming on her lips once more. “What if our bond will be stronger? You have been my best friend ever since we were kids, and you always will be. Nothing will change, because I love you, Leah Williamson.” Leah pulled you into a hug, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“I love you too, y/n.” Leah whispered in your ear. “So,” you started, and Leah pulled back from the hug, seeing the smile on your lips. “how about that movie night?” Leah giggled and pulled you down on the mattress, your laughter and giggles filling the room. The movie played, and Leah pulled you into a hug, and you rested your head on her chest, a small smile on your lips once more.

#woso community #woso #woso fanfics #woso x reader #leah williamson fanfic #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson

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lupinqs · 1 year ago

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FOCUS ━━ paige bueckers x reader

☆ ━ summary: practice gets a little steamy…

☆ ━ word count: 3.1K

☆ ━ warnings: smut (p eating, fingering, kinda public sex but ig not really)

☆ ━ links: my masterlist

☆ ━ author’s note: okay so this is SUCHHH a scrap, i have not proofread it either, it’s just not great, i’m not very happy with it but i wanted to post something so here it is i hope you all like it more than i do LOL

YOU’RE in Maryland, visiting Paige’s family. You and her got here a little under a week ago following the first round of Geno’s summer sessions. It’s been a lazy few days so far, full of long mornings spent in bed, video games on the couch with Drew, and afternoons tanning in the summer sun. It’s been nice; a solid break that the both of you need before what Paige has dubbed her “world tour” of the summer. You’re tagging along for parts of it—though not all of it—and it’s safe to say you’re not excited for the amount of plane rides and jet lag you’re about to face.

However, you and Paige both decided that a week of sitting on your asses might do more harm than good, so you’ve gathered yourselves at the local high school gym, getting some hoops in.

A few buddies of Paige’s, as well as Drew, tagged along in the beginning, but as the hours grew longer, they began to fizzle out. Drew is the last to leave, heading to his actual basketball practice with his own team.

And then it’s just you and Paige.

The two of you could leave now; you’ve certainly been here practicing long enough. However, you can see the itch of a smirk in Paige’s face and you know what she’s going to say before the words even leave her mouth.

“1v1?” she asks, a playful challenge in her eyes.

You smirk, taking the challenge as you always seem to do. “Not too scared you’ll lose again?”

Paige rolls her eyes at the reminder of the two of you’s last one-on-one game. She waves a hand, saying dejectedly, “You cheated.”

“Nope, you’re just a sore loser.”

Paige just shakes her head, grinning. “I’m not a sore loser because I didn’t lose.”

You decide that you’re not entertaining this. You’re well aware that she will continue bickering with you about it until you give in, admitting that she’s right and you’re not. It’s always this way; she will literally go on for hours if you let her. But, nonetheless, you both know the truth—which is, you definitely beat her in that game.

And, when you begin the game, the way the first few minutes are going makes you believe you may win this one, too. You’re up a good few points—Paige has been slacking on defense and you’ve been picking up the pace on offense. When you get another bucket on her, you grin widely, calling to your girlfriend, “Gee, you a little rusty, P Boogers?” You add the nickname KK’s created, knowing how much it annoys her.

However, Paige doesn’t bother responding, instead abruptly ripping her white long-sleeve over her head and tossing it across the gym on the other side of the court. Your grin falters at that, eyes soaking up Paige’s body. Jesus. Already, you can feel your heart start to race (and it’s not from the basketball game). Paige is wearing a Nike black sports bra, and, with her shirt now shed, the silver chains are on full display along her chest. Her basketball shorts are also rolled down, so that her whole torso is practically exposed, abs included. You feel your mouth salivate at the sight of Paige’s skin glistens with sweat, the way her abs flex, the way her arms look (you seem to grow fonder and fonder of them every day, especially since Paige has been in the weight room more often).

A small smirk paints Paige’s face as she takes in your surprised expression. She just raises her eyebrows, saying with a shit-eating grin, “What? It’s hot in here.”

You roll your eyes at Paige’s obviousness, opting to resume the game rather than respond to her. She’s back on offense, you on defense. You defend as you always would, hands raised, feet tracking your opponent’s, eyes flitting between the ball in Paige’s hand and Paige’s face. However, as your eyes trail between the two, they can’t help but track Paige’s abs, the sweat shining on her porcelain skin, the way her chains go with her every movement. You swallow thickly, doing your absolute best to concentrate on the game instead of your extremely sexy girlfriend.

“Focus, sweetheart,” Paige teases, dribbling the ball slowly. The nickname makes your heart stutter. “You’re gonna lose if you keep staring.”

And then she powers forward, scoring a layup with no hesitation. She grins and cocks her head at your bad defense, tsking as she asks, “Where’d that focus of yours go, hmm?”

Your cheeks flush at her words, and you grab the basketball, doing your best to lock in. “Nowhere, I am focused,” you argue, trying to get past the blonde’s defense.

“Oh, sure,” Paige murmurs in your ear, now with her front pressed flush against your back as you dribble, attempting to find a hole. She catches the way your face turns, looking to get through, but instead your eyes once again catch the chains that have begun to stick to her skin due to the sweat. Her smirk only grows, and she adds slowly, mockingly, “You are focused. Just… not on the game, yeah?”

“Shut up,” you grunt against her, trying to get a shot in. She doesn’t let you, blocking it. You groan a little as her hands snake around the ball, effectively stealing it from you.

“I will once you tell me what you’re so focused on that has you distracted from the game. You were just doing so well, beating me for once,” she says, egging you on.

You scoff, snapping, “You know damn well what I’m focused on.”

“I wanna hear you say it, baby,” she taunts, blue eyes squinting with mischief.

You hold her gaze for a long second. You could give her what she wants, say that the only thing you’re really able to focus on right now is just how fucking sexy she looks and how much you’d love to rip her clothes off right here, right now and fuck her. But, of course, you don’t. You’re just as stubborn as Paige is, so you simply utter, “No.”

A look of annoyance—that satisfies you very much—flits across her face. She shrugs, saying, “Fine then.”

You continue the game, but things seem to only be looking worse for you. No matter how much you try to fight it, try to focus on the basketball and the basketball only, it’s like your eyes have a mind of their own, and they seem to stay locked on Paige’s body. And, of course, Paige takes every opportunity she can to flaunt it, knowing full well the effect it has on you. Her smirk never fades, especially as she gets closer and closer to winning.

However, it seems like Paige has finally had enough with the teasing. She drives to the basket, right past you (you let her; you’re done with this game), making a final layup. She then turns to you, catching sight of the way you stand there watching her, having not bothered to defend that final play. “Game over,” Paige announces. You can’t help but notice how her voice is lower, more huskier than usual. It means you’re probably going to get what you want.

You step closer, eyes darkening with pure want. You’ve given up pretending that you don’t. “You’re such a tease, Bueckers.”

Paige raises an eyebrow, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin. “Oh, yeah?” She steps closer, her body almost brushing against yours. “Maybe you just needa learn to focus better.”

The air between you is charged, and before you can even respond, Paige has you pushed against the wall of the gym, her chest pressed against yours, her face so close her nose nearly touches your own. The sound of the both of your breathing fills the space, heavy and expectant.

Paige’s eyes lock onto yours, and—without an ounce of hesitation—she leans in, her lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. It’s almost instinctual at this point, the way your respond to it. Your hands find their way to Paige’s back, pulling her closer as the blonde’s tongue traces your lips slowly, seeking entry. You willingly part them, allowing Paige to explore your mouth passionately. She’s going fast, and if you weren’t so used to it, it might’ve been hard for you to keep up. Nevertheless, you do, albeit with a couple teeth clashes.

Paige’s hands slide from their spot on your hips up to cup your face, angling your head to deepen the kiss. Your own fingers trail from her back, tracing her sweaty skin, until they thread through Paige’s hair, effectively ruining the once slicked back bun (not that either of you care much).

Paige breaks away from your mouth, trailing a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You can’t help but tilt your head back, granting the blonde better access to your neck. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears and the shallow pants escaping your mouth as Paige’s lips find the sensitive spot just below your ear.

And then you feel her teeth biting. It’s not enough to truly hurt, but it’s enough to elicit a whimper from you—a sound that Paige loves. She does it again, gets the same reaction, and then soothes the area with a flick of her tongue. Paige’s kisses trail down the expanse of your neck, surely leaving marks that you know you’ll have to cover up tomorrow. But you don’t have it in yourself to care much about that because each press of Paige’s lips, each gentle scrape of her teeth, each soothing lap of her tongue, sends shivers down your spine and heat through your core.

Your hands tighten in Paige’s hair as she reaches the hollow of your throat, sucking hard. You feel your hips involuntarily arch toward Paige, seeking more contact. The blonde smirks against your neck, pleased with your reaction. She moves lower, kissing along the line of your collarbone, hands sliding under your tank top to caress the soft skin of your stomach.

You feel your breath hitch as Paige grows more insistent, tongue darting out to taste the salty tang of sweat that permeates your skin. Her hands travel upward beneath your shirt, fingers brushing the underside of your breasts. Your eyes flutter open at that, remembering where you are.

“Paige, we really shouldn’t,” you say, but your voice shakes and your hands find their way to the blonde’s abs, tracing the defines muscles and betraying your words. “Anyone could walk in,” you add, attempting to keep yourself composed.

Paige’s lips capture yours in a fierce kiss, silencing your protests. Her hands are cupping your breasts through your sports bra now, and she manages to reassure you between kisses, “No one’s gonna walk in.”

And, just like that, your resolve seems to crumble. That always happens with Paige—it’s so easy with her, and, though, sometimes it does frustrate you, you usually don’t regret it. “Fuck, P,” you gasp, fingers digging into your girlfriend’s skin.

She grins against your lips, and her right hand slowly but surely trails its way from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. It slips beneath them and you feel yourself growing hotter—and wetter—with each passing second.

Paige’s fingers slowly begin to tease your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that make your knees go weak. It’s in stark contrast to her kisses, so fast-paced you can hardly breathe. Eventually, you manage to break the kiss, gasping raggedly, voice a mix of desperation and need, “Quit teasing.”

Paige’s smirk only seems to widen, and her pupils—which are blown so much that her blue eyes look nearly black—are full of lust. “Am I teasing?” she asks, fingers sliding through your slick folds.

You feel your heartbeat stutter and your core pulsing with utter need. “You know you are,” you mutter, glaring. She presses her thumb harder against your clit, though it’s not in the way you need it (and she knows it). “Quit it.”

“As you wish,” she murmurs, lips ghosting along your earlobe. Without hesitation, she dips two fingers into you, the sudden intrusion causing you to gasp loudly, arching against Paige’s touch.

“Shit,” you breathe out, hands gripping Paige’s sides for support. Your head leans back against the gym wall, and Paige resumes the kissing on your neck, marking it up even more. Her fingers continue inside you with a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing out sharp gasps from your lips.

“So wet for me, baby,” Paige says against your skin, biting your shoulder lightly as she curls her fingers. You outright moan at that, and she asks, “How long you been dripping like this, waitin’ for me?”

“All day,” you admit between whimpers, practically shaking against Paige. Her fingers go deeper, fucking up into you harder. “Paige, please,” you beg, eyes squeezing shut.

Paige’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Please what, baby?” she teases, fingers hitting that spot inside you that makes your legs feel like jelly.

“Fuck, your mouth,” you manage to gasp out between moans, body heating up with each passing second. “Please, P, I want your mouth.”

You watch as Paige’s eyes darken with hunger at your words, and you feel your heartbeat begin to quicken. “Whatever you want,” the blonde murmurs, voice filled with promise. She pulls her fingers out of you, savoring the way you practically whimper at the loss. Then, with deliberate slowness, she sinks to her knees before you, her hands sliding your shorts down with her.

Paige glances up at you, blue eyes full of a mischief and a smirk that you’ve had a habit of kissing off her face. You can’t help but think about just how fucking good Paige looks like this, cheeks rosy, lips kiss-swollen, sweat shining along every expanse of skin that’s exposed—which is a lot. Your eyes wander from her face to her chest and shoulders to her abs and back. And when your eyes meet hers again, the look in them… Jesus fuck. The sight is genuinely almost enough to make you come right then and there.

And you know that Paige knows the effect she has on you. You can tell in the way her smirk sits on her face, the way her eyebrows raise slightly, the way she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh—so close yet so far from where you really need her.

But she doesn’t tease for long, because when she finally reaches your core, she wastes no time, her tongue flicking out to taste you.

She starts with long, slow licks, gradually building the tension in you. Each stroke of her tongue makes you feel like you’re on Cloud 9 and about to have a stroke all at once. Your fingers tighten in her hair, hips arching toward Paige’s mouth, seeking more contact.

Paige understands—truthfully, she’s so familiar with your body at this point, that you can’t remember the last time she didn’t understand what you wanted—and she dips her tongue into your entrance. Her fingers trail from their grip on your hip to your clit, rubbing in firm, quickening circles. The dual sensation makes you cry out, your nails digging into the skin of your palm, your other hand tightening in Paige’s hair, pulling slightly. She lets out a satisfied hum against you at that, and the vibrations send a new wave of pleasure through you.

Paige knows exactly what you like, and she certainly uses that to her advantage. She curls her tongue inside you, seeking out that one spot that makes you see stars. The noises coming from your mouth begin to grow louder, your hips grinding against Paige’s face, still desperate for more.

“Fuck, Paige— God,” you moan, voice breaking. “I need… I need more.”

Surprisingly, Paige doesn’t make a comment about how needy you are, instead opting to do as you say. She pulls her tongue out, replacing it with two fingers, thrusting them deep inside your cunt. At the same time, she focuses her mouth back on your clit, sucking and licking so fervently you fear she might make you faint from her head game.

Paige can feel your legs trembling, the strain of standing becoming too much. Without breaking her rhythm, she throws one of your legs over her shoulder, giving herself more leverage, her tongue and fingers continuing their relentlessness. You can feel the pressure building within you, threatening to snap.

“God, you taste s’good,” Paige murmurs against your wet pussy. You catch the way your arousal is coating her chin and the sight of it—along with a deeper curl of her fingers—makes you moan loudly. “So sweet. ’Could do this all fuckin’ day, if you let me. ’Would make you come a million times over, baby.”

You cry out again, both at her words and the pace of her fingers curling and thrusting, the wetness of her mouth on you. Your body tenses, every muscle coiled tight as you hover on the brink of release. Paige senses how close you are and doubles down, adding a third finger and sucking hard on your clit.

That’s all it takes. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your entire body shuddering with the force of it. You moan out Paige’s name, your fingers gripping her hair so tightly that it has to hurt (though Paige doesn’t mind). She helps you ride out your high, her fingers and tongue working together to prolong your pleasure.

Finally, when your body goes limp and your breathing begins to slow, Paige pulls back, planting soft, soothing kisses along your inner thighs. She looks up at you, her lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied grin on her face.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” Paige says, eyes trailing all along your body.

You can only nod, still too breathless to form a coherent response. Your heart swells as Paige stands, pulling you in for a kiss. Her tongue slips in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. You moan against her lips, your hands wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer. You stay like that for a moment—you savoring Paige, Paige savoring you—before finally breaking apart, both of you breathless and smiling.

“I love you,” Paige murmurs, planting a short peck on your lips. Then your nose. Then your forehead. “We should probably put your clothes back on, though, before someone does walk in on us.”

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servndipityz · 6 months ago

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Hii! I wanted to request a Nam-gyu x reader smut story where it's Obviously Readers first time at a club despite only being a year or two younger than him. Maybe with the reader being a virgin too? I can't get this idea out my head 🙏 Rest is up to you, thank you so much<3

a/n ── hope you like it! absolutely loved the idea :)

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warnings ── SMUT! MDNI, takes place after the games (don't ask me how they got out lmao i just know that they're alive and happy), porn v plot, p in v, unprotected sex, sex under the influence, virginity loss, corruption kink kinda? oral (f receiving)

word count ── 8k

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a month. a month and a half, if nam-gyu was being precise. but who’s counting?

it had been a month and a half since they’d gotten out of those fucking games. a month and a half since he’d started to get to know you better.

and more than a month and a half since nam-gyu had had sex. but who’s counting?

as shitty as his old life was, he couldn’t have been happier to have it back. promoting club pentagon again, getting high every weekend, slipping right back into his little trashy life.

plus, now he had something he didn’t have before. you.

he’d met you there, in the games, and he’d been doomed from then on. it was a strange sort of thing, really. nam-gyu was never the type to feel things. at first, he actually thought he’d caught the flu. then he figured it was just some kind of ptsd after the games—which, to be fair, he definitely had, but that was a whole other thing. but no, the tingling in his fingertips whenever he touched you, the stupid flip his stomach did when you talked... that wasn’t a mental disorder, no matter how much he tried to convince himself it was.

he’d never felt that way about a girl before. almost... caring. maybe it was more than caring, but he’d never admit it. anyway, you and him were in some kind of limbo. you weren’t something, but you weren’t nothing either. you hung out multiple times a week, texted semi-regularly, and had messy make-out sessions more times than he could count—but less than he would’ve liked. never more than making out, though. and yeah, that thought crossed his mind sometimes. he wasn’t an expert on these things, but he’d taken girls to bed for much less.

you always seemed to stop things right before they got too intense, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him. having to beat his meat every time after hanging out with you wasn’t exactly fun. but somehow, you seemed worth it. so he, the most impatient man in the world, had decided to be patient. for once.

anyway, even though he knew you weren’t really used to clubs, he figured he’d invite you to club pentagon. he wanted you to have a fun time, see where he worked, see how his life was before the games. he wanted you to let loose a little.

"thanos will be there, it'll be fun," he’d said, and it hadn’t taken much to convince you.

so there you were, the cold biting at your legs in your short skirt, gripping your purse tight as you eyed the long line of people waiting to get in. then, skipping it—feeling very glamorous all of a sudden.

"i'm, uh, friends with nam-gyu," you said, the words coming out almost like a question as the bouncer looked you up and down. you gave your name, and after a moment, he finally spotted you on the list, letting you in without much fuss.

as you stepped into the club, you were almost left in awe. you'd never really liked clubs—not really. when all your friends started partying, you gave it a shot before deciding you preferred a more chill vibe. getting drunk with friends, sharing a blunt, that sort of thing. but then again, the shitty clubs your friends dragged you to in your teenage years couldn’t compare to club pentagon.

several stories high, you could barely make out the ceiling. lights of different hues illuminated the space, smoke spilling from canisters, the bass-heavy music pulsing from a dj booth stationed at the center of the main floor. to say it was packed was an understatement, and you didn’t wonder why. the place was incredible.

you looked around, suddenly awkward. what now? what were you supposed to do? where were you supposed to go? how—

"nam-gyu!" you called out, spotting him weaving through the crowd toward you. he glanced up at you, nodding in greeting. kept it cool. he always kept it cool.

nam-gyu wasn’t expecting you to look this good. which, in hindsight, was a mistake.

your hands found their place on his shoulders before you even thought about it, familiar but not entirely effortless. still getting used to this. to him. to the way he let you in but only just enough.

"you came." he smirked slightly. his hand found your waist without thinking, the fabric of your shirt soft beneath his fingers. he barely had time to process it before you leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. barely there. almost shy.

you weren’t used to that either. you pulled away just as quickly, catching the way nam-gyu’s dark eyes flickered over you before he schooled his expression into something more detached. not detached enough, though. the way his thumb ghosted over your side told another story. he was playing it cool. always.

"this place is super cool," you said, spinning slightly to take it all in.

the music pulsed, deep and low, the bass rattling the floor beneath you. the air smelled like expensive liquor and cheap cologne, bodies pressing close under flashing lights.

nam-gyu scoffed, pleased despite himself. "yeah?" he chuckled, tilting his head at you, his expression settling into something smug. "c'mon, i’ll show you the vip section."

and of course, you let him.

he led you through the club, already losing track of its winding paths, but nam-gyu moved like he owned the place. and he liked it—you could see he liked it. guiding you like he held any real power, his hand still pressed firmly to your lower waist as he did so. he liked being the one guiding you, showing you his world like it meant something. like he meant something here. and maybe he did. maybe you saw it too.

"look who it is!"

the voice cut through the air just before you reached the top of the short staircase. thanos. loud as ever, his grin splitting his face as he all but threw himself up from the couch. the two girls draped over him barely had time to react before he pulled away, arms open wide as he closed the distance between you.

you barely had time to brace yourself before he engulfed you in a hug, laughter rumbling from his chest. the scent of cologne and alcohol clung to him, heavy and overfamiliar, like he had been here for hours.

"damn, lookin' good!" he said as he pulled away, giving you a quick once-over—no real interest behind it, but enough to make you giggle.

it really was crazy how being stuck in some life-or-death games could make people this close in such a short time.

"okay, chill." nam-gyu rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile on his lips, his hand never leaving your waist.

thanos ignored him. "have a seat, señorita." he gestured toward the black leather couch, and you, along with nam-gyu, walked over to sit down. thanos dropped back into his seat, slinging his arms around the two girls, who seemed more than happy about it.

you ordered a drink as soon as you saw an opening, your nerves slowly starting to settle. though, judging by the weird looks you got for passing on the white powder on the table and the little bags of funky-colored pills, not everyone was on the same page.

there were other people you didn’t recognize lounging on the couches—probably some of nam-gyu’s friends or co-workers. thanos started rattling off introductions, including the girls, and as the alcohol finally started running through your veins, you felt yourself relaxing, settling into the atmosphere a little more.

you weren't sure how much time had passed, but the warmth of the alcohol was settling into your limbs, making everything feel just a little bit softer. the music vibrated through your chest, the flashing lights casting shifting colors over the VIP lounge, and you were beginning to understand why nam-gyu liked this place so much. it was loud, chaotic, a little grimy—but undeniably alive.

"you good?" nam-gyu leaned in, voice low against your ear. his breath was warm, his hand sliding from your waist to rest on your thigh, fingers pressing absentminded circles into your skin.

"mhm," you hummed, tilting your head toward him. "it’s actually kinda fun."

"yeah?" he smirked, like he knew he'd be right all along. of course he did. "told you."

his hand squeezed your thigh lightly before retreating, but not before dragging his fingers a little too slow against your skin. you rolled your eyes, but you didn't move away.

"hey, hey!" thanos suddenly called out, raising his arms to make sure everyone was listening. "how about we play a game?"

some people groaned, others laughed. a game?

"what game?" someone asked. thanos smirked, clearly pleased that he had everyone's attention.

"never have i ever," he said, his grin widening as more groans followed.

"aren't we a little too old for that?" you asked, smirking like the idea amused you.

"i'm not." he shrugged. "are you girls?" he leaned back, and both girls shook their heads vigorously.

you turned to nam-gyu, who seemed more interested in watching you than the conversation. your cheeks warmed when you caught him staring.

"wanna play?" you asked. he just shrugged. he wasn’t really into these kinds of games—he wasn’t into any games, really—but he didn’t care enough to argue. whatever passed the time.

eventually, everyone gathered around the table, all eyes on thanos as he ordered a round of the strongest drink he could think of for everyone.

the first few rounds were harmless enough. “never have i ever gotten a secret tattoo.” “never have i ever been arrested.” stupid things. you sipped your drink when necessary, laughing at some of the stories that followed, the warmth of the alcohol sinking deeper into your skin. nam-gyu barely participated, only taking a sip when he absolutely had to, but his hand had found its way back to your thigh, his fingers drumming absentmindedly against your skin.

then the questions started shifting.

"never have i ever hooked up in a club," one of thanos’ girls said, grinning like she already knew the answer for most people here. a bunch of hands reached for their drinks, nam-gyu included. you hesitated just a second too long before passing. his eyes flicked toward you, but he didn’t say anything.

the next one wasn’t any better.

"never have i ever had a one-night stand," some guy threw out. almost everyone drank. except you. you felt it before you even looked—nam-gyu was watching. his fingers stilled against your thigh for half a second before they resumed their lazy tapping, like he was processing something.

it wasn’t weird, not really. plenty of people hadn’t had one-night stands before. but it was the way you hesitated every time, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt, the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.

"never have i ever had sex in a public place," thanos threw in, laughing when half the group groaned.

nam-gyu took a sip. you didn’t.

you looked up at nam-gyu, meeting his gaze for just a second too long. you knew what he was thinking. knew he was piecing it together. maybe he’d already suspected—maybe he already knew—but this was confirmation, wasn’t it?

"wait," thanos interrupted, a slight crack in his voice from how drunk he was. "you're cheating!" he pointed at you.

"what? i'm not." you frowned, confused as everyone turned to look.

"c’mon, your glass is almost full. you haven't been drinking."

he wasn’t wrong. sure, you’d taken your fair share of gulps, but considering most people were on their second drink—some even on their third—it was true.

a flicker of anxiety crept in, the alcohol in your system making you let out a stupid giggle. "i'm not cheating," you shrugged shyly.

"she hasn’t been drinking on the sex ones. i've seen it."

your smile vanished completely. one of the girls next to thanos had spoken, but it was nam-gyu you worried about. you’d caught him noticing earlier, but you kind of hoped he wouldn’t actually put the pieces together.

hoped he wouldn’t realize you were a virgin.

but now, with everyone watching, you were running out of luck.

"yeah, because... because i haven't done some of those things."

it was normal, you told yourself. being a virgin. the right time had never come, and you weren’t about to give it up for some scumbag at a club. you knew you shouldn’t be ashamed. but this? definitely not something you wanted everyone to know.

"what?" some guy blurted out, brows furrowed. "those were easy. you're telling me you never had a one-night stand?"

you pressed your lips together awkwardly. what did he expect you to say?

meanwhile, nam-gyu hadn't stopped watching you, his hand—resting on your leg—now completely still.

it was driving you nuts.

but as you looked over at thanos, you knew it was definitely over for you. a slow smile crept onto his previously confused expression as realization dawned. "holy shit, you're a virgin!"

your stomach twisted. a hot wave of embarrassment rushed up your neck, burning under the weight of every pair of eyes on you.

"what? no," you scoffed, trying for casual, but it came out a little too forced, a little too breathless.

thanos’ grin stretched wider. he could smell bullshit from a mile away. "oh, come on," he laughed, leaning forward like he was about to drag this out, like he was about to make it a thing.

panic prickled at the edges of your brain. you needed to get out of here. fast.

your phone. yes. a perfect excuse. you yanked it out of your bag, squinting at the screen like you’d just received the most urgent message of your life. "shit," you muttered. "i gotta go."

you were already pushing up from your seat before anyone could react. nam-gyu's hand slid off your thigh, his fingers barely catching against your skin before falling away completely.

"wait—what? already?"

"yeah, sorry," you said quickly, grabbing your coat, your bag, whatever you needed just to make a clean escape. "totally forgot i had something early tomorrow. can’t stay."

someone called after you. maybe thanos. maybe one of the girls. you weren’t sure. you weren’t listening. you were already weaving through the crowd, heart hammering, barely remembering to toss a quick "bye!" over your shoulder before the club swallowed you whole.

still sitting on the couch, nam-gyu's mind was spinning, and he was barely even drunk.

of course you were a virgin.

it all made sense now. the way you looked at him sometimes, the hesitation, the way you could go from teasing to flustered in seconds. the way you pulled back like you weren’t sure what would happen if you didn’t. and maybe he should’ve known, maybe it was obvious, but somehow, it still caught him off guard.

he hazily glanced toward where you'd just left, the rest of the crowd still laughing and talking around him.

nam-gyu wasn’t the type to walk girls home.

but then again, he also wasn’t the type to like girls.

so he did the only thing that made sense—he downed the rest of his drink, got up without bothering to say goodbye, and pushed his way through the club.

it was late. the streets were dangerous. he didn’t want you to die or whatever.

when he finally stepped out, the streets were dark, damp from earlier rain, and the air was sharp against his skin. he scanned the sidewalk, found you a few blocks ahead. you were walking fast, arms tucked close, head slightly down.

he hated this. hated how he cared. hated how natural it felt to push through the lingering crowd, to break into an easy jog—casual enough to not look stupid, but fast enough to close the distance. he just hoped everyone else was too drunk to remember him, of all people, running after someone.

“hey!” he called out once he was just a few steps behind you.

you turned at the sound of his voice, startled.

he caught the flicker of something on your face before you wiped it away—too fast, too practiced. a tear.

“nam-gyu?” you asked, confusion in your voice. “what—”

“i’ll walk you home.” he shrugged, casual, like it was no big deal. like it was just something to do. he shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he caught up to you, his face carefully neutral.

you gulped. the last thing you wanted was to be around him right now.

“okay.” you trailed off, unsure of what else to say. how had it come to this? you’d survived hell together, yet suddenly, everything was so awkward. he wondered the same thing as he walked beside you, lighting up a cigarette.

you felt bad. it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it. a million times, actually. nam-gyu seemed so experienced, so mature, and you were just… a virgin. all those times you’d stopped things before they got too heated, all those times you’d held yourself back.

you weren’t even boyfriend and girlfriend. you didn’t want to burden him with the responsibility of taking your virginity. it was stupid, but you knew how men felt about it. they didn’t want some little girl who didn’t know what she was doing. they didn’t want to deal with it.

so ever since the games, ever since you two had started… whatever this was, you’d felt like you were leading him on. you knew you couldn’t keep it up forever. sooner or later, he’d find out and leave. you just hadn’t expected it to be this soon.

after a whole block in silence, he finally spoke.

"so you're a virgin?" nam-gyu blurted out, though he already knew the answer.

it wasn’t a judgment, just an observation—dry, matter-of-fact. he took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly in the dim light before fading into the night air.

you cursed under your breath, shutting your eyes like that might somehow erase the last ten minutes of existence. as if not seeing him would make this less mortifying.

“…yeah.” the word barely made it past your lips, your voice low, hesitant.

when you finally risked a glance at him, he wasn’t even looking at you. his gaze was fixed on the cracked pavement, the faintest furrow in his brow betraying some kind of thought process.

you sighed, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “i know it sucks. i’m sorry for not telling you, but it’s not exactly something that comes up after almost dying multiple times playing kids’ games! like—hey, i know we just survived the most traumatic experience of our lives, but by the way, i’m a fucking vir—”

"'s fine."

the words were abrupt, cutting your rambling off before you could spiral any further.

you blinked, arms falling to your sides as you realized you’d been gesturing wildly, like that might somehow defend your own inexperience. meanwhile, nam-gyu just kept walking, cigarette perched between his fingers, deep in thought.

"really? you're fine with it?" you asked.

the truth was, nam-gyu wasn’t exactly thrilled.

it wasn’t even about you being a virgin, not really. it was the fact that he’d thought about fucking you ever since the games. which was humiliating enough to admit to himself. a man had his needs, after all. but once again, he found himself in the unfortunate position of giving a shit.

he exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

"…yeah." his voice was low, clipped. he wasn't mad—just thinking. weighing his options. where would this leave you?

he hated himself for liking you this much. not being an asshole was unfamiliar territory.

"if you don’t wanna have sex, i understand," he added after a beat.

you widened your eyes. "no, no!" you rushed out. "i do wanna have sex."

his brain stalled.

you swallowed, hesitating as he watched you, gaze steady but sharp, like he was trying to read between the lines. you shifted, tucking your hands into your sleeves. "i've just… never done it. and i don’t know… i didn’t wanna bother you or… anything."

it sounded beyond awkward.

nam-gyu frowned, processing. not because he thought anything bad about it—just because it never occurred to him. he’d assumed you weren’t interested in having sex at all, or that you were waiting for some deep, poetic reason, for someone that wasn't nam-gyu. but now you were here, telling him this, cheeks burning, voice all soft and uncertain.

and now he had to keep his shit together.

"so… you want me to, like…" his dick twitched in his pants, betraying him immediately. no way this was happening.

"i mean—only if you want to…" your cheeks were burning, you were sure of that now. you felt like a teenager talking to her crush.

if he wanted to? his jaw went slack for a second, a breath slipping out as he stared at you. it was barely a question.

"fuck yeah, i want to," he let out, low and firm, like he needed you to understand.

something shifted then. the air got tighter, the weight of the moment settling between you. you bit your lip, eyes flickering over his face like you were still trying to wrap your head around this. then, slowly, a smile crept onto your lips—breathless, nervous, electric.

"okay." you let out a shaky little laugh, grabbing his wrist. your grip was warm, solid, like you’d made up your mind and there was no going back now. "okay, let’s go."

nam-gyu nodded, following your lead, his heart hammering in his chest as he picked up the pace. your apartment wasn’t that far.

the apartment was quiet when you stumbled in, breathless, a little drunk, and buzzing with something you didn’t quite know how to name. nam-gyu followed, the door clicking shut behind him as he leaned back against it for a second, exhaling like he was trying to steady himself.

the air between you was thick, charged with a long time of yearning. your heartbeat thrummed in your ears as you toed off your shoes, glancing over at him. he was watching you, the way he always did—like he was already thinking ten steps ahead, figuring out how this was going to play out.

he hadn’t touched you yet. he was letting you decide.

so you did.

you took a step closer, then another, until you were right in front of him, your fingers hesitating before curling around the hem of his jacket. his breath hitched, just barely, and that was all the confirmation you needed.

you pushed up onto your toes, closing the space between you. his lips were warm, the taste of smoke lingering faintly as he kissed you back. he let you set the pace, his hands coming to rest lightly on your waist, thumbs brushing against the fabric of your dress.

it wasn’t the first time you’d kissed, but something about this was different. more urgent. more deliberate. maybe because, for once, there was no stopping this time.

your fingers tugged at his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. he let it fall to the floor, his hands finally pressing into you properly, gripping your waist, pulling you closer. a quiet sound slipped from your lips, and you felt the way he stiffened at that, his grip tightening.

“fuck,” he muttered, voice rough. he pulled back just enough to search your face, his dark eyes flicking between yours. “you sure?”

you nodded, chest rising and falling with each breath. “yeah.”

a muscle in his jaw twitched. his fingers brushed the side of your neck, then curled around it, his thumb ghosting over your pulse. “we stop if you change your mind.”

you swallowed. “i won’t.”

the look he gave you was unreadable—something dark and determined—before he tilted your chin up, kissing you deeper this time, slower, like he wanted to make sure you felt every second of it.

nam-gyu wasn’t soft—he wasn’t sweet. he wasn’t the kind of man to whisper tender nothings or stroke your hair. he didn’t coddle. but the way his hands moved told you everything you needed to know.

the drag of his fingers down your spine. the slow, deliberate way his palm flattened against the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. the heat in his touch, like he was holding himself back, forcing himself to move slow, to let you set the pace. it sent a shiver through you, and his grip tightened in response, like he felt it too.

you let out a breath, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and he exhaled sharply against your lips before pulling back just a fraction, enough to look at you properly. his dark eyes roamed over your face, pupils blown, jaw tight.

"you're nervous." it wasn't a question.

you swallowed. "a little."

his thumb brushed against your waist, almost absentmindedly. "yeah. that makes sense."

you let out a small, breathy laugh, but there was an edge of vulnerability to it. he could see it. you could tell.

he tilted his head, watching you like he was trying to figure something out. then he exhaled slowly, his fingers tracing over your skin with a gentleness that was completely at odds with the sharp, rough way he usually carried himself.

"you know i won’t fuck this up, right?" his voice was low, almost casual, but there was something else beneath it. something steadier.

you hesitated for half a second before nodding. "i know." and you did. maybe that was why you'd never let anyone else touch you like this before. because it wasn’t about inexperience, not really. it was about trust.

and god help you, but you trusted nam-gyu.

the realization sent a flush through you, warmth blooming in your stomach as you let your hands slide up his abdomen, tracing the firm lines of chest beneath his shirt. his breath hitched just barely before his fingers flexed against you, like he was restraining himself from just taking.

"you wanna do this?" he asked, one last time, voice rough.

"yeah," you breathed.

his jaw clenched. "then tell me what you want."

you blinked up at him, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he'd stopped moving, waiting, his hands resting heavy against your hips but not pulling, not pushing.

he was making you say it.

bastard.

you bit your lip, pulse hammering as you tried to work around the knot of tension in your throat. "i—i want you to touch me."

his fingers twitched, his entire body going still for a second. then he let out a breath through his nose, and his grip on your waist tightened.

"yeah?" his voice was just a little lower, a little rougher.

you nodded, heat pooling in your stomach at the way he was looking at you now—like he was barely keeping himself in check.

"get on the bed," he said.

your breath caught.

for a moment, you just stared at him, heart hammering, and then, slowly, you walked to your bedroom, him following you close. you backed up toward the bed, your knees hitting the edge as you lowered yourself down.

he followed, standing at the foot of the bed, watching you with that unreadable expression—half lustful, half like he couldn’t believe this was real. his hands went to his belt, and your eyes flickered down, pulse spiking at the sound of the leather slipping through the loops.

then, instead of undressing fully, he leaned down, hands bracketing your hips, pressing you back against the mattress.

"you ever let anyone touch you like this?" his voice was rough, like he already knew the answer.

you shook your head, breathless. "no."

a low sound escaped him, something dark, something pleased. his hands slipped under your skirt, palms dragging slow over your thighs as he pushed the fabric up. he took his time, tracing the shape of you, pressing just firmly enough to make you squirm.

"you thought about it, though," he murmured. it wasn’t a question. his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin at the tops of your thighs, eyes locked onto yours.

you swallowed hard. "…yeah."

his lips twitched, almost a smirk. "yeah? thought about me?"

your face burned. he was being cruel on purpose, making you say it.

"…yes."

"fuck," he muttered, like the confirmation did something to him. his hands moved higher, fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, but instead of pulling them down, he let them rest there, teasing.

"how’d you think it’d go?" his voice was lower now, almost a growl. "thought i'd just take you fast, rough? pin you down, fuck the innocence out of you?"

you sucked in a sharp breath, thighs twitching beneath his touch. he huffed a quiet laugh.

"bet you didn't think i'd take my time," he murmured, leaning down, pressing his mouth to the side of your neck. his lips dragged over your pulse, then lower, leaving a slow, open-mouthed kiss against your collarbone. "but i like knowing i'm the first one."

you gasped softly as his hands finally moved, slipping under your top, dragging it up inch by inch until he could pull it over your head. your arms instinctively came up to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists, pushing them aside.

"none of that," he muttered, his gaze dropping to your bare chest. he exhaled sharply, running his thumbs along the curve of your breasts before cupping them fully, testing the weight in his palms.

"fuck, look at you," he muttered, voice low and reverent. "so fucking pretty."

you whimpered as his thumbs brushed over your nipples in slow circles. he watched your face the whole time, reading every tiny reaction, every sharp intake of breath.

"sensitive," he noted, almost to himself. then he leaned down, tongue flicking over one peak before wrapping his lips around it, sucking just enough to make you gasp.

heat coiled low in your stomach as he worked, alternating between each breast, slow and thorough. it was overwhelming, the way he was handling you—not rough, not rushed, just taking his time, learning every inch of you.

one of his hands trailed lower, down your stomach, to the waistband of your panties. he paused, looking up at you, waiting.

you nodded, exhaling shakily. "please."

his smirk deepened. "good girl."

he peeled your panties down your legs, his fingers skimming over your skin like he was savoring the moment. you shivered at the sensation, at the weight of his gaze as he settled between your thighs.

“fuck,” nam-gyu muttered under his breath, like he hadn’t been prepared for what he was seeing. his hands splayed against your inner thighs, pressing them further apart, baring you completely to him. he didn’t look away, eyes dark and hungry, his tongue running over his bottom lip like he could already taste you.

your body burned under the scrutiny. you weren’t used to this—being seen like this, having someone take their time looking. you twitched, about to press your legs together, but his grip tightened.

“uh-uh,” he murmured, almost amused. “you’re gonna let me look.”

you swallowed hard, breath catching as he leaned in, his nose brushing the soft skin of your inner thigh. his breath was hot, sending a shiver through you as he exhaled, slow and controlled.

he dragged a single finger up the length of your slit, just enough to make you jolt, to make your breath stutter. "you're soaked, girl. you sure you've never done this before?"

heat surged through you at the teasing lilt in his voice, and you let out a shaky breath. "i—fuck, nam-gyu—"

"yeah?" he smirked, but it wasn’t cocky. it was something else, something almost fascinated. like he was enjoying this in a way he hadn’t expected.

his fingers traced slow, teasing circles over your clit, barely any pressure, just enough to make you whimper. your hips twitched, and his grip tightened, keeping you pinned.

"relax," he murmured, his voice low, almost gentle. "let me make you feel good."

then he leaned down.

you barely had time to register the shift before his tongue was on you, warm and wet and unbearably slow. your breath caught, your fingers twisting into the sheets as his mouth worked you open, his tongue dragging through your folds, lazy and thorough.

"fuck," he muttered against you, his voice rough. "you taste so fucking sweet."

the way he said it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in your stomach. his hands pressed into your thighs, spreading you wider, keeping you open as he ate you like he had all the time in the world.

it was overwhelming—the way he was licking you, slow and deep, like he was savoring it. like he was getting off on this just as much as you were. his nose brushed against your clit with every stroke of his tongue, and it was too much, not enough, all at once.

your back arched, a desperate sound slipping from your lips. he groaned low in his throat, the vibration sending a shudder through you. "that's it," he murmured, his voice almost slurred against your skin. "let me hear you."

one of his hands slid up, his thumb replacing his tongue on your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as he pressed his mouth lower, flicking his tongue against your entrance, teasing the edge.

"nam-gyu—" your voice broke on his name, breathless and desperate, and his grip tightened.

"fuck, you sound good," he muttered. his tongue pushed inside you, and the sensation sent a sharp bolt of pleasure up your spine, made your thighs shake.

"think you can take me?" he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "gotta get you ready for me."

you gasped as he pushed a finger inside, slow and steady, curling it just right. he groaned at the way you clenched around him, his tongue lapping up every reaction, every sound.

"shit," he muttered. "so tight. gonna feel so fucking good."

the words alone made your stomach tighten, the heat coiling low, winding tighter and tighter. he added a second finger, stretching you open, thrusting slow, deep, his tongue still working your clit.

it was too much. the pressure built fast, overwhelming, unbearable. your thighs trembled around his head, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"i—" your breath hitched, your body tensing.

he growled low in his throat, his fingers pressing deep, his tongue flicking faster, relentless. "come for me."

and you did.

the pleasure hit hard, shattering through you, knocking the air from your lungs. your back arched, your body tightening around his fingers, and he groaned against you, drinking in every last tremor, working you through it, drawing it out until you were shaking beneath him, gasping for breath.

only then did he finally pull back, his breath ragged, his lips slick and swollen. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark, almost feverish as he looked at you.

"fuck," he muttered, voice rough, almost awed.

he climbed up over you, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, then your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands framed your face, thumbs brushing against your skin, steadying you.

his exhale was sharp, controlled, but his grip on your waist betrayed him—fingers digging in, like he had to hold himself back from wrecking you completely. his forehead dropped to yours for half a second, just long enough for you to feel the way his breath came heavy, ragged.

"you're gonna kill me," he muttered, half a groan, half a laugh, before he pulled back, eyes flicking down your body—like he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory. his fingers traced your thigh absentmindedly, like he still couldn't believe you were letting him touch you.

then he sat back, unbuttoning his jeans.

your breath hitched as you watched him work, his knuckles going white with how tightly he was gripping his belt. the leather slid through the loops with a sharp snap, and your thighs pressed together instinctively at the sound. his lips curled slightly—he noticed.

"don't get shy on me now," he murmured, voice thick with amusement, but he wasn't smirking anymore. no, his expression was darker, sharper. his fingers moved with slow, measured precision as he unzipped his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself.

your stomach flipped.

you had no idea what you'd been expecting, but whatever it was—it wasn't this. he was…big. thick. a flush creeping up his shaft, his tip swollen and slick with arousal. you stared, suddenly feeling very aware of your own inexperience, of the way your body still trembled faintly from the orgasm he'd just given you.

nam-gyu noticed.

"yeah?" his voice was rough, teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something dangerously satisfied. his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, lazy stroke, like he was savoring the moment. "that nervous?"

you swallowed hard, forcing your eyes back to his face. he looked wrecked, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his mouth slightly parted. his chest rose and fell heavily, like it was taking effort not to just pin you down and take—

"i can take it," you said, before you could second-guess yourself. your voice was breathless but steady, your chin tilting up just slightly in challenge.

his jaw locked.

for a second, he just looked at you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, like he was seeing you—really seeing you—for the first time. then, suddenly, his grip on your waist tightened, dragging you down the mattress until your thighs framed his hips.

"yeah," he murmured, almost to himself. his hand brushed over your stomach, your hip, sliding back down between your legs. his fingers traced your entrance, feeling the way you were still soaked for him. "i think you can, too."

your breath stuttered as he pressed two fingers inside you again, stretching you open. his thumb found your clit, rubbing soft, teasing circles—not enough to push you over, just enough to make your breath hitch.

"nam-gyu—" you gasped, hips twitching under his touch.

his free hand came up, catching your chin, tilting your head so you had to look at him. his eyes were dark, blown out with something almost ravenous.

"you still sure?" he murmured, voice low. "tell me you want it."

your pulse pounded.

you could feel how badly he wanted you, how much effort it was taking for him to hold back. and yet—he still gave you the choice. he was still waiting.

your heart clenched.

"yes," you whispered. "please."

his restraint snapped.

the second your lips formed that word, he was on you—pulling his fingers from your slick heat, gripping himself, pressing the thick, flushed head of his cock right against your entrance. he didn't push in. not yet. instead, he rocked against you, rubbing his length along your slit, smearing himself in your wetness, letting you feel every ridge, every inch of his size before he even tried to fit.

your breath hitched. your nails dug deep into his forearms, your body instinctively tensing.

"relax," he murmured, voice tight, nearly hoarse, like he was fighting against the instinct to just take. his free hand smoothed up your thigh, over the curve of your waist, warm, steady, grounding. "breathe."

you tried. you really did. forced your lungs to expand, to exhale, to let go of the tension gripping your muscles. but the second he started to push in, all that breath stuttered out in a sharp, broken gasp.

it was too much. the stretch, the slow, inch-by-inch burn as his cock forced your body to open around him, to take him. a kind of ache you’d never felt before, raw and overwhelming—too much and not enough, like your body was fighting him even as it craved more.

"fuck," he gritted out, his jaw clenching so tight you could see the muscle jump. his hands flexed against your skin, his entire body trembling with restraint. "jesus, baby—you're so fucking tight—"

your stomach flipped at the words, heat pooling deep in your core. he never talked to you like that. never called you things like that. but now, here he was, panting above you, voice wrecked and reverent, murmuring praise like he couldn’t help it.

after a few seconds, you whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders. "more."

his control broke.

he pushed in, slow but deep, a smooth, deliberate thrust that seated him all the way inside you in one stroke. your breath tore from your lungs, your back arching as the stretch bloomed into something fuller, hotter, the ache curling into something dangerously close to pleasure.

nam-gyu groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. "holy fuck," he rasped, voice wrecked, almost pained. his fingers dug into your hips, like he was holding on for dear life. "so fucking good—you're so tight, so perfect, fuck—"

your pulse pounded in your throat, your entire body thrumming with sensation. there was still a burn, still that overwhelming fullness, but beneath it was something else—something deeper, something good.

you shifted your hips, testing, trying to ease the pressure.

his entire body locked up.

"don't—" his voice was strangled, desperate. his hands tightened, pinning you down. "don't fucking move, or i’m gonna lose it."

every muscle in his body was taut, locked, like a predator barely holding back from sinking its teeth in. his fingers bit into your hips, warning you, anchoring himself—but you could feel it. the way he was shaking. the way his cock twitched, buried so deep inside you you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

you swallowed hard, pulse hammering, skin burning where he touched you.

it was too much. too deep. too thick. your body fought to adjust, pulsing around him in helpless, desperate flutters.

he groaned, low and guttural, pressing his forehead harder into your shoulder like he was in pain. “jesus christ.” his breath was hot against your skin, ragged, almost like he was laughing. “gripping me so fucking tight. gonna break me."

you shivered at the rasp of his voice, your fingers sliding up his back, feeling the strain in his muscles. the raw need in him. you were doing this to him. you, all wet and trembling underneath him, still adjusting, still unsure—and he was losing his mind over it.

you swallowed, tried to steady your breath. "you can move," you whispered.

his entire body tensed.

you barely had a second to register the shift before he pulled back, just an inch, and then—slow, deep—he thrust in again.

your breath shattered. your mouth fell open, no sound coming out at first, just a strangled, breathless whimper.

then, before you could so much as blink, he started moving—pulling out halfway before snapping his hips forward again, setting a rhythm that had your breath stuttering in your throat.

he wasn't just fucking you—he was making sure you felt every inch of him, dragging it out, taking his time. and god help you, but it felt so fucking good.

"shit—" you gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets.

his hand slipped between you, his thumb pressing right against your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. your entire body jerked, pleasure sparking through your nerves like lightning.

"yeah," he muttered, watching you like he was starving. "that’s it. let me see you fucking fall apart."

nam-gyu’s rhythm grew rougher, sharper—his control slipping, his hips snapping forward with a force that had you gasping, clawing at his back. every thick inch of him dragged against your walls, the stretch now molten pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of fullness making your head spin. his body caged you in completely, heat rolling off him in waves, his skin slick with sweat.

"fuck," he rasped, voice ragged, his breath hot against your lips. "listen to you." his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing tight, deliberate circles. "moaning like that—so fucking needy, aren’t you?"

"fuck," you gasped, your nails raking down his back, desperate for more.

nam-gyu groaned, dropping his head to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "shit, you're taking me so fucking good," he muttered, his teeth grazing over your throat before he kissed you there—open-mouthed and messy, dragging his tongue over your pulse like he could taste how wrecked you were for him. "never had anyone inside you, huh? no one’s ever had you like this—"

his words made your stomach flip, a desperate, aching heat blooming in your core. you shook your head, gasping. "no—"

"fuck, baby," he groaned. "you don’t even fucking know—" his lips found your collarbone, biting down just enough to make you jolt, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting. "how long i've been thinking about this. how long i've wanted to have my cock inside this pretty pussy."

his hands slid up, gripping your tits, squeezing, kneading the soft flesh in his palms. his fingers flicked over your nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, and you whimpered, the pleasure making you arch into his touch.

nam-gyu groaned, his tongue darting out to trace the swell of your breast before his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking hard.

"oh my god—" your back arched, your fingers twisting into his dark hair, holding him there.

he chuckled, a low, breathy sound against your skin, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he sucked again, harder this time, drawing a desperate whine from your lips. his hips kept moving, slow but deep, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through you, making your stomach coil tighter.

"you're so fucking good," he murmured against your skin, moving to your other breast, giving it the same attention—his lips wrapping around the stiff peak, sucking, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. "so fucking tight, taking me so well—fuck, i knew you would."

you whimpered, the heat inside you winding tight, too much and not enough at the same time. your thighs trembled around his waist, your nails dragging down his back.

"nam-gyu," you gasped, voice wrecked, desperate. "please—"

"please what?" he pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips swollen, his eyes dark, burning with something almost possessive. his fingers slid down between you, finding your clit again, circling it with slow, precise movements. "tell me what you need, baby."

you sobbed at the pressure, at the way it made your body twitch beneath him. "i—i wanna cum—"

his jaw tightened, his thrusts growing sharper, faster, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.

"yeah?" his voice was strained, breathless. "you wanna cum all over my fucking cock?"

"yes—yes—"

"then do it."

he pinched your clit, just the right amount of pressure, and the coil inside you snapped.

your orgasm hit hard, crashing over you in sharp, shuddering waves, making your entire body lock up beneath him. you let out a high, broken moan, your walls fluttering around him, pulsing, milking his cock as he fucked you through it.

"fuck—fuck—" nam-gyu groaned, his hips stuttering as you clenched around him, the tight grip of your body dragging him right to the fucking edge.

"shit," he rasped, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his fingers digging into your hips as he snapped his hips forward, harder, rougher. "gonna—fuck, gonna fill you up—"

your entire body shuddered at his words, at the realization of what he was about to do, and you let out a breathless, desperate "please."

that was all it took.

he came, hard, his body trembling as he filled you, his grip tightening almost painfully as he groaned your name, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath ragged, wrecked.

the heat of him spilling inside you made your entire body tremble.

he didn’t pull out right away. he stayed, breathing heavy, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, your cheek, your lips. his hands—no longer rough, no longer gripping—slid soft over your skin, smoothing down your sides, your waist, your thighs, as if he was soothing you.

you were still shaking, your body aching in the best possible way, your mind swimming in a haze of heat and exhaustion.

nam-gyu shifted, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. his lips pressed to your temple, then your cheek, then—finally—soft against your lips.

"you’re a fucking dream," he murmured almost to himself, voice soft, like he couldn’t quite believe this was real.

your heart skipped.

then, before you could say anything, before you could think—

his hips rolled again, slow, lazy, his cock starting to harden again inside you.

"think you can handle another one?"

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