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Black Cat!Reader x The Team Headcanons

Black Cat!Reader x The Team

note: just because you’re in place of Black Cat doesn’t mean this is fem!reader! this is very gender neutral besides the mention of lipstick briefly…even then that’s not lady exclusive :)

content/warnings: this is seemingly set during s1 like my other yj fics but I imagine everyone being way older 😔🙏🏽 it’s weird but just roll with it pretty please. also…a bit suggestive??

word count: 3.6k

a/n: I wouldn’t have done this but this anon gave me the idea and I HAD to expand on it unfortunately

THE TEAM (platonic)

Lots and lots of flirting from reader, OBVIOUSLY. do y’all even KNOW Black Cat????? it would be relentless. and no matter how annoying and probably overwhelming it got, you wouldn’t back down

with even the toughest/hardest to crack team members

it’s not even like you’re attempting to lure them in…or get romantically involved (unless…), it’s just how you are. who can blame you! flirting is fun

you started off as just another “villain of the day.” Someone they could take on easily. They thought of you as a pity mission. An bad guy as small as a simple thief? What fun was that?! They’ve taken down Gods, magicians, robots…and Red Tornado assigned them a thief??? It was a joke.

until it wasn’t. until Batman saw potential in you (because of course he did. Robin was not happy about this.)

You earned the nickname Cat, which was a nickname in itself for Kitty Cat (Wally's idea, not yours, you gave him hell for it)

your first mission with them was definitely something. messy, to say the least

it was weird, the whole mind link thing. you made jokez and flirted through the link as a way of coping because…well you felt out of place

everyone was so close with each other, not to mention they didn’t come from a background of “bad guy shenanigans”

you felt like an outcast for the longest time, until everyone was revealing vulnerable secrets with each other before a mission. you finally spoke your insecurities with your place on the team

you and Artemis had the same worries (more or less) and bonded over that

you finally were able to let loose and just…be yourself around them

you became soft

the flirting and teasing was still there, however it was saved for missions

you preferred to keep Black Cat’s reputation

individual relationships

ROBIN (romantic)

He was very much against the idea of you being on the team. Sure you weren’t a crazy villain that hurt people (maybe not physically…but you were definitely a heartbreaker, Robin concludes)

You were still a thief at the end of the day. A bad person. And he didn’t like that.

It was Batman’s idea—and usually Batman had great ideas. This was a very bad one. He hated every bit of it.

…until he got to know you better

Taking you down was easy. “Easiest job I’ve ever had,” Robin boasts.

You pout, “that’s not very nice.”

Ha. He knocked you down a peg. Good. You needed a little humbling-

“-How come you’re lying to me, Robin? I thought we had something.”

Uh oh. He absolutely hated when you used that sickeningly sweet voice on him.

Of course you didn’t believe his lie. Of course you could tell how difficult that mission really was.

It’s not apart of his proudest moments. He hesitated to stop you on the mission, completely caught off guard by your flirtatious behavior. I mean, who wouldn’t be?!

In a moment of weakness, he let you go. Awestruck by the kiss you left imprinted on his cheek. Something he got teased relentlessly for.

The rest of the team finished the job for him after that.

In the back of his mind he knows the only reason he didn’t like the idea of you being on the team was because he…knew it wouldn’t end well for him. He was sure to be on your long list of broken hearts (a list that was never confirmed to even exist)

It made sense in his mind…he was Robin. A bird. And you were a cat. A right recipe for disaster. You’d trap him in your greedy little claws and eat him alive.

Over time that perspective changed.

Robin hates to admit it, but he’s softer now. Softer around you. For you.

“I know who you are,” he says with that arrogant smirk.

“So why can’t I know who you are?”

“Only…really important and trustworthy people know. The only person who knows besides Batman is Wally. He’s my best friend.”

“Why doesn’t that include me?” you’re practically purring, rubbing a finger down his face, “am I not important enough to you?” You pout for show

He looks dejected, like he was having an internal battle with himself. And you could tell which part of him was losing.

Your fingers inch slowly towards his mask, ready to lift-

“Robin.” And the stupid, stupid monotone voice that belonged to Batman interrupted you.

You’ll get him back for that.

Robin was now being scolded, but he was having none of it.

“It was a moment of weakness.”

“It will not happen again. No more moments of weakness. You’re growing, your body is going through a lot of different things. Keep it in your pants-”

“Whoa old man! Whoa! That’s going too far. And what about Selina?! You’ve had many moments of weakness because of her. You can’t scold me for this one time.”

“It’s because of my experience with Catwoman that I know better. I’m trying to stop you from…getting hurt.”

Robin calls bullshit on that. What could you possibly do to hurt him? (Thoughts that completely contradict his first impressions of you)

The next time he sees you he’ll spill everything. He’ll let you know that he does trust you and that you do matter. That you’re important to him.

Just to spite Bruce. And maybe because he really likes you and wants you to know it.

It was his idea to bring you onto the team anyways…he’s just giving Bruce exactly what he wanted. A warm welcome to a new teammate.

WALLY (romantic)

Wally was so happy someone FINALLY reciprocated his advances. And especially with a catch like you? Black Cat?! He was over the moon.

At first.

It quickly came to be too much. He's been waiting, praying for someone to match his energy, but now that he's got it? He's not exactly sure how to handle it. He's gotten so used to being blown off, teased, and scolded for his flirting that it was weird when you flirted back.

He was of course the first to tease you when you officially joined the team. He gave your your nickname, Kitty Cat. You despised the name and him for the longest time.

Wally was annoying. Taunting you at all times. Calling to you as if you were an actual cat.

He'd click his tongue, "here kitty kitty."

And for that, your flirting was meaner towards him (compared to how you treated everyone else). Which is the exact reason why he couldn't handle the teasing from you. It wasn't the normal way Robin would, "oh yeah, Wally can't phase the way Flash does. Otherwise he gets a nosebleed. Right, loser?" Or the way Artemis would, "ugh, you flirt like a divorced 40 year old who's desperate for a rebound. Loser."

No, your teasing was quite different. You laughed cruelly, throwing your head back for show, "Come get it before it's gone, loser."

So. He was still a loser to you, but it seemed you actually liked that about him. Maybe.

Wally didn't like it as much as he thought he would. It ruined his cool guy facade (one that didn't exist, Robin would say). It was humbling, the way he suddenly tumbled over his words, face flushed red and all.

More than humbling. It was embarrassing.

You bring him down to the mat with a loud THUD. Much like the time Black Canary beat him during their first time training. Except you used your weight, tumbling on him (and straddling him in the process. Great).

Embarrassing embarrassing embarrassing.

The only person that was able to truly catch him was his best friend, Robin. And that's with years of experience with the speedster. You'd know him all of a few months and you're able to do it?!

"It won't happen again,” referring to his teasing of your name, naming you Kitty Cat and clicking his tongue at you.

“Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson. Much different from this one.” And you casually walk away.

Wally desperately wanted to get up, to humble you back. But he couldn't. He felt physically incapable of doing so.

You had really done it. You slowed down the (second) fastest man alive.

Wow.

"Wow. That was extremely painful to watch," of course Robin had something to say about it.

"Shut up man."

KALDUR (romantic)

It was "unprofessional," he said.

Unprofessional your ass. It was perfectly professional. A lot of people on the teams had partners within those same teams. Black Canary and Green Arrow, Superman and Wonder Woman (exes—but that still counts for something), Conner and M’gann acted like a couple and no one said anything! So what was the problem?

Well apparently there wasn’t a problem…seeing as this “relationship” was more welcomed—as in, Kaldur didn’t tell the Black Cat off when they made advances towards him. Besides when he called their behavior “unprofessional.” That was once. He didn’t say a word of it after that.

In fact, he allowed—dare anyone say encouraged it.

On missions you were attached to his hip. Even if he assigned you to be by Artemis’ side or assist Robin, you wouldn’t listen. And he didn’t say anything about it, instead informing the team to continue on with the plan.

His professional act as the team leader never faltered, not even you could break it down. He merely tolerated your flirting (his words, though you knew better. He loved it).

The team was each in their individual positions scoping out the area, ready to attack at a moments notice. Kaldur was squatted down and you decided it was the perfect opportunity to pounce on him (as you usually did). You wrapped your arms around his neck, now on his back.

“Does the team leader have time for some sweet talk?”

“I, we have a job to do, Cat. Focus.”

You hum, “What are we doing here again?”

He starts relaying the plan to you, you taking note of the way he doesn’t scold you (he repeated the plan to the team multiple times on the way over, he surely would’ve berated one of the other guys for not listening). You never had any intentions of listening, only wanting a chance to annoy him.

“Blah blah blah, is this your version of sweet talk?” You squish his face between your fingers and plant a kiss on his cheek.

He only sighs, “Later. After the mission is complete.”

For once, your find yourself surprised. He’s promising to reciprocate your advances?

This should be fun.

CONNER (romantic)

M'gann was more subtle with her flirting (not really, especially with the way she blushes), more timid and on the nose about her feelings. You? You got straight to the point. Kind of like how open Artemis was when she first joined the team. She had no shame letting the team know telepathically how attractive she thought Superboy was. Seriously, what was it with new recruits and taking an immediate liking to Conner? Why not the other three boys? What did he have that they didn't!

Although Artemis gave up on that crush at first sight almost immediately

You? Not so much. it was very noticeable that the Black Cat was adamant on cracking the boy of steel. it seemed like an impossible mission, but with a little determination and a couple sultry words? it was pretty damn easy

This is very much an enemies to lovers type relationship (kinda):

At the beginning, when you first met, he was open to new relationships. Getting to know people he could count on within the team, though that openness completely died down. Your flirting was nonstop. Even on missions! How was he supposed to concentrate on the task at hand when you found time to graze his arm or speak soft words to him?

You annoyed him, sosososo much it wasn't even funny. Even more than M'gann did. Both of you were insistent, that's for sure. But one was more bold than the other. He tried telling himself it was because he didn't like you: at least with M'gann he wanted a relationship to come from it (not necessarily romantic)

But with you...he hated you. No. He hated the way he reacted to your advances...he hated admitting to himself that your words affected him. That he felt something not so platonic for you. Damn you and your stupid flirting. It was surely going to be the death of him. And that's saying something: the clone of the man of steel actually breaking down? unheard of.

But you managed to do it. Unfortunately.

Conner finds himself thinking about you, more than he'd like. Another reason to dislike you. You take up his mind. Every waking moment and every dream. It's infuriating.

And now he was starting to worry about you during missions. He saw you get knocked down, away from the rest of the team. The fall looked nasty, and with the way you seem to lie there with no intention of getting back up, he's sure you've been knocked out

Conner tries to ignore the way his heart clenches at the sight, kind of like the way it does when concerning you in different context

It gives him the courage to voice his worries, he calls out to you, and as expected: he gets no response

The enemy leans down to your level, ready to do more damage. Conner is quickly snapped out of his daze and starts running over to you

Until he abruptly stops. Because you open your eyes to wink at him, jump up, and take the enemy down with ease.

It's right then that he takes back every thought of admitting he doesn't hate you. Because the stupid smirk you're sending his way reminds him of every reason why he dislikes you.

Everyone is home or in their respective rooms already, leaving you and him. You're behind him, massaging his shoulders gently (your touch wouldn't have persisted if he showed any signs of discomfort, he leaned into it in fact, allowing you to continue)

You bring your head down, cheek to his,

"Oh come on. You can lie to everyone and yourself. But you can't lie to me. I know you were worried back there. Just admit it, Loverboy."

He can only roll his eyes. And blushed. You were never going to live this down.

"I wasn't. Now leave me alone." If only his actions were as convincing as his stern words. Words that would've scared off the likes of M'gann had she been in your position. But you knew better, knew that his shaking hands and quickly warming face meant that his words had no meaning.

Your hand dragged from his shoulder to his chest, right over his heart. Yeah, his words were meaningless with the way his heart was beating for you.

Conner was finally warming up to you and you had him right where you wanted him.

And so you let go. "Whatever you say, Loverboy," and with a kiss to his pink cheek, you leave him alone to ponder his complicated feelings.

Feelings that were in fact not complicated at all. Because Conner was finally, finally ready to admit to himself and to you that he wanted you. So badly.

If only you hadn't pulled away so quickly, he couldn't reciprocated the kiss or two...it would've been an easier, showing you how he feels instead of saying it out loud.

He'll kiss you next time.

M’GANN (romantic)

The Martian can't hide her liking towards you for the life of her. She could’ve even if she tried.

It was near painful, you pitied her. You almost felt bad and stopped teasing her. Almost.

It was fun though, how could you stop?

M’gann would actively seek out your approval and attention when you joined the team. It was only natural, she did it with the rest of the members, so you were no exception.

Besides, the only teammate she was kind of close with was Artemis. Was it sooo wrong of her to want to get close to you?!

Nope! Though she does wish you weren’t so…forward sometimes. Not that it’s unwelcomed, she’s just unsure of how to act because of it. Is she supposed to reciprocate? M’gann has never seen nor experienced such a dynamic on Mars, much less on Earth. So she awkwardly blushes and smiles.

Eventually she gets used to it. And gets very much into it. She won’t vocalize her feelings, instead she’ll mind link and talk that way. Often times it’s easier to communicate through touch. Which says a lot, M’gann would rather use touch?? Not the mind link?? Which was the main source of communication on Mars? Whoa.

It was mainly because…she didn’t want to reveal all her feelings to you. She’s usually able to control what goes through the mind link, having done it since childhood, but you’ve made her mind a complete mess. She all but short circuits when you’re around.

Can anyone blame her?

"You know what I'm thinking?"

"No."

"Well you can read me, can't you Martian girl?"

She giggles at herself, how could she forget? "Hello Megan!"

Her smile turns timid once she reads your mind.

"Oh."

ARTEMIS (romantic)

It was honestly unfair how fast the blonde caught your attention. Her voice. Her stupid raspy voice.

Unfortunately for you, Artemis wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with you at first. Well, she wasn’t really with any of her teammates. But with time she’s learned to get along with everyone.

“I just wanna get to know you, Blondie. What’s wrong with that?” You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster up, one that usually made everyone fall.

Yet she rolls her eyes.

So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Fine.

It was right after a mission, everyone was surrounding Red Tornado, relaying the events to your mentor.

“You know we could’ve took that guy down way faster had you not been on Robin the whole time.”

“Jealous Blondie?

“Stop calling me Blondie!”

You had sleepovers, movie nights, and other hang out outside of missions. With or without the rest of the team. They were fun, the first time you were alone with her is what really got her to warm up to you.

“Ugh! Of course literally everyone else canceled but Cat.” She really seemed to hate you.

You were outside her window, watching as Artemis complained to no one but herself. She once offhandedly commented on how her place was off limits for hangouts (refusing to explain why, which was okay with the team).

You were definitely crossing a boundary doing this, but she seemed upset in the group chat. You couldn’t just leave her by herself.

And then…the Sportsmaster walks in her room. One of the team’s enigmas. A thorn in their side. What the hell?

He does nothing but berate her for not “joining them.” Joining who? Then proceeds to say he’d be happier if she ever thinks to change her mind

“I’m never going to be apart of your messed up team, dad.”

Oh.

And then he’s just…gone.

You’re stunned, and only then does she finally notice you. She ushers you into her room, now berating you for your actions and spying and breaking her boundaries and…

“Your secret is safe with me, babe.” It was meant to be a term of endearment to reassure her,

Friends called each other babe, right?

“Babe?”

“You’d rather be called Blondie?”

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” And as annoyed as she wanted to seem, she smiled and hugged you gratefully.

It was the only time you allowed yourself to be any kind of vulnerable around her. Or any of the team for that matter.

Once she got over her high horse, it was a very reluctant friendship turned…something more? That’s to be determined. But with the way she now flirts back? You’d say that was a good sign.

“Hey Blondie.”

“You calling me Blondie is the equivalent of Wally calling you Kitty Cat. Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson this time around.”

“I like the way you think, babe.” (You say not so platonically this time)

ROY (romantic)

You were on him as soon as he rejoined the team. How could you not be? He was even grumpier than Conner was when he joined, making him extra fun to mess with.

You had no chill when flirting with him, he decided immediately that was annoyed with you. And did not want to be friends.

Because his actual friends brought him joy, they made him laugh and they listened to him when he had bad days. You? You made a bad first impression, therefore he refused give you the chance to do any of those things.

Often telling you to buzz off and if you didn’t he’d “choke you with a hair ball.” Kinky, you replied.

He hated it.

Until you found out about his girl, his other Cat. Cheshire. That’s when things changed. You were less…on him.

"Me and her were never a thing!"

"Getting defensive there. Afraid I'll get jealous?"

"I could care less about your feelings."

“Oh really? Is that right?”

His eye twitched. He couldn’t believe he was trying to…reassure you? Was that what he was doing?

He was trying to make sure you knew he wasn’t with Cheshire. That her feelings were one sided. It’s something he shouldn’t be doing, he tells himself. In fact, he should be doing the opposite. Tell you that she means something to him, or maybe stay quiet and insinuate that they had something going on.

To get you off his back.

You seemed to back off completely when you found out Cheshire flirted with him often on missions when the goal was to take her down. Much like how the team’s predicament when they first met you.

It made you…upset?

And for some reason that made him upset.

“So you’re my Roy Toy? Mine completely?” Wally and Robin had originally griped about the nickname until it eventually made them laugh. They came to appreciate it.

“I’m no one’s. Not yours, not Cheshire’s, not the Justice League’s nor the team’s.”

“You will be mine one day, Speedy. And you’ll love it.”

Roy doesn’t respond but he feels like…there is some truth to your playful statement.

Maybe one day.

bonus:

THE TEAM

They all slowly turn towards you.

"...you've kissed all of us?"

You only shrug, “wasn’t that obvious?”

you can tell I got lazy lmaooo

I hate how I formatted this omg

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honeyslibrary · 17 days ago

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Native Tongue | Nico Hischier

Pairing; Nico Hischier x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); Smut, cursing? (can’t remember lol), fluff, established relationship, edited once

Summary; Reader asks Nico to teach her some Swiss German

Word Count; 4.6k

Authors Note: This is so simple and the smut is more rushed than I’d like but I still love this so much. This was my first time writing for Nico and I’d say I did pretty okay? Translations are from Google so hopefully those aren’t too butchered 🙏🏽 Love you guys!! Accepting requests for Nico pls send if you have any 🩵🩵 -Honey

P.S: Scrolling Pinterest to find pics for the title/cover and oh my God is he beautiful. The brown eyes and dimples combo will do it every time I’m actually giggling at work I want him sooooo badly

The soft glow of a bedside lamp cast shadows across Nico's apartment, the warm light complementing the muted tones of his bedroom. Outside, Newark was alive with its usual evening bustle, but inside, time seemed to slow to a gentle rhythm. It was one of those rare off nights during the season. No game, no travel, just time to breathe.

You had been dating Nico Hischier for just over three weeks now. Everything still carried that new relationship electricity: the flutter in your stomach when he texted, the warmth that spread through your chest when he smiled at you across a room, the way his Swiss accent thickened when he was tired or excited.

Tonight was simple. No fancy dinner reservations or planned activities, just you and him, lying on his bed, shoulders touching, talking about anything that crossed your minds. The conversation flowed easily between you, jumping from childhood memories to favorite movies to plans for the upcoming weekend.

His hand was resting in yours, and you traced the lines of his palm with your fingertips, feeling the calluses that told stories of countless hours gripping a hockey stick. These were the hands that had cradled pucks, won face-offs, and occasionally, thrown punches in defense of teammates. Now, they were relaxed in yours, trusting.

"Does this feel good?" you asked, pressing your thumb into the center of his palm in small, circular motions.

He hummed in contentment. "Very. Where did you learn to do this?"

"I had a friend who was a massage therapist. She taught me a few things." You continued working on his hand, moving to his fingers, gently pulling and stretching each one. "Hockey players need hand massages, right? All that stick handling."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. "It's not something we talk about, but yes. Hands, wrists... they take a beating."

"Well, consider this a service to the Devils, then. I'm helping maintain their captain."

His smile was visible even in your peripheral vision. "Very thoughtful of you."

You both fell quiet for a moment, comfortable in the silence. The soft whirr of the heating system provided a gentle backdrop to your thoughts. Outside, a car horn honked, distant and unimportant.

"Can I ask you something?" you said finally, your voice soft in the dimly lit room.

"Anything."

"Would you teach me some Swiss German? Just a few phrases?"

Nico turned his head to look at you, his expression curious. "Really? Why?"

You shrugged, still focused on massaging his hand. "I don't know. It's part of who you are. I want to know all parts of you." You paused, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable. "Plus, I think it sounds beautiful when you speak it."

He was quiet for a moment, and you worried you'd said something wrong. But when you finally looked at him, his eyes were soft with an emotion you couldn't quite name.

"That's... no one has ever asked me that before." He shifted to face you better. "What would you like to learn?"

You grinned, excited. "Start with the basics? Hello, goodbye, thank you?"

Nico nodded, looking thoughtful. "Alright. So, 'hello' is 'grüezi' in Swiss German."

"Grüezi," you repeated, the unfamiliar word clumsy on your tongue.

His smile widened. "Not bad for a first try. Try again, but it's more like... 'GRÜE-tzi' with emphasis on the first part."

"Grüezi," you attempted again, trying to mimic his pronunciation.

"Better! Now, 'goodbye' can be 'uf widerluege'."

You laughed. "That's a mouthful. Uf... wider..."

"Widerluege," he finished, his voice patient. "It literally means 'until we see each other again'."

"That's actually beautiful. Uf widerluege," you tried, the words feeling foreign but fascinating on your lips.

"And 'thank you' is 'merci vielmal'."

"That sounds part French!"

Nico nodded. "Swiss German borrows from many languages. We're surrounded by different cultures."

"Merci vielmal," you said, feeling proud when his eyes lit up at your decent pronunciation.

"Perfect! You're a natural."

The praise warmed you. "What else can you teach me?"

Nico thought for a moment. "How about... 'I like you'? That's 'Ich mag dich'."

"Ich mag dich," you repeated, looking directly into his eyes as you said it.

Something shifted in his expression, his eyes darkening slightly. "Very good."

"And how would you say 'I really like you'?" you asked, your voice dropping to just above a whisper.

"Ich mag dich würklich sehr," he replied, his voice equally soft.

You repeated the phrase slowly, "Ich mag dich würklich sehr."

His eyes never left yours as you spoke, and you noticed the way his breathing seemed to have quickened slightly. Feeling emboldened, you placed his hand down and shifted to face him fully.

"What about..." you hesitated, "how would you say 'kiss me'?"

The atmosphere in the room changed, charged with unspoken tension. Nico's eyes dropped to your lips for a brief moment before meeting your gaze again.

"Küss mich," he said, his accent thicker than before.

"Küss mich," you whispered.

He didn't move immediately, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as his lips met yours in a soft, questioning kiss.

When he pulled back, his expression was serious, almost lustful. "Say something else," he requested, his voice rougher than before.

"What should I say?"

"Anything," he replied. "Just... in Swiss German."

You cast your mind back to the phrases he'd taught you, feeling a strange power in knowing how much it affected him to hear you speak his native language.

"Grüezi," you said softly, watching his reaction. "Ich mag dich würklich sehr."

His exhale was shaky. "Again," he whispered.

"Küss mich," you repeated, more confidently this time.

He closed the distance between you once more, this kiss deeper, more certain. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you responded eagerly, your own hand coming to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your palm.

When you separated, both of you were breathing harder. The look in his eyes was intense, almost vulnerable in its honesty.

"You have no idea what it does to me," he admitted, his voice low, "hearing you speak my language."

"I think I'm getting an idea," you replied with a small smile. "How do you say 'I want you'?"

His eyes darkened further. "Ich will dich."

"Ich will dich," you repeated, maintaining eye contact.

A soft groan escaped him. "Your pronunciation is terrible," he said, but his tone was affectionate, teasing.

"Then teach me," you challenged, shifting closer to him.

"Say it again," he instructed, his hand now resting on your waist.

"Ich will dich."

"The 'ch' is deeper, from the back of your throat," he explained, his fingers drawing small circles on your hip.

You tried again, inadvertently making the same mistake.

He shook his head, a smile playing at his lips despite the intensity in his eyes. "No, listen to me. Ich."

"Ich," you repeated, still not quite getting it right.

"Here," he said, bringing his hand up to touch your throat gently. "You feel it here when you say it correctly."

You tried again, focusing on the sensation under his fingertips.

"Better," he nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "Now the whole phrase."

"Ich will dich."

"Perfect," he whispered, and then his lips were on yours again, more urgent this time, his hand sliding from your throat to your hair, fingers tangling in it as he pulled you closer.

You responded in kind, your hand moving up his chest to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, feeling the short hairs there. The kiss deepened, his tongue seeking entrance, which you granted readily, a small sound of pleasure escaping you.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath. "How do you say 'beautiful'?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Schön," he replied, equally quiet.

"Du bist schön," you attempted, guessing at the structure.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise before crinkling at the corners with his smile. "That's right. You're learning quickly."

"I have a good teacher," you replied, running your fingers lightly through his hair.

He closed his eyes briefly at your touch, then opened them again, his gaze intense. "It's strange," he said softly.

"What is?" you asked, still running your fingers through his hair.

"Hearing someone speak my language... it's like hearing a piece of home." He caught your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. "Especially someone I care about."

The tenderness in his gesture made your heart flutter. "Even if my pronunciation is terrible?"

"Especially then," he laughed softly. "It's... I don't know how to explain it. When you speak English, you're just you. But when you try to speak Swiss German..." He paused, seeming to search for the right words. "It's like you're reaching for a part of me that not many people here get to see."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "I want to see all parts of you, Nico."

His eyes darkened at that, and he shifted slightly, bringing himself closer to you. "Say it again," he murmured.

"What?"

"Ich will dich," he prompted.

You repeated the phrase, trying your best to match his pronunciation, "Ich will dich."

A small groan escaped him, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper, more urgent than before. His hand moved to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheek as his tongue sought entrance, which you granted eagerly.

When you broke apart, both breathing heavily, there was an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. "I don't know why it affects me so much," he admitted. "Hearing you speak Swiss German. It just... does something to me."

You smiled, feeling a surge of power at the knowledge. "Then I should probably keep practicing," you said, your tone deliberately innocent even as you shifted closer, eliminating the last bit of space between your bodies.

"Absolutely," he agreed, his hand moving to your waist, fingers slipping just under the hem of your shirt to touch bare skin. "It's important to practice."

"Küss mich," you whispered, remembering the phrase he'd taught you earlier.

He didn't need to be told twice, his lips finding yours again as his hand splayed across your lower back, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the heat of his body through your clothes, the solid strength of him as he held you.

"One more phrase," you breathed when you separated for air. "How do you say 'I want you to touch me'?"

His eyes, already dark with desire, seemed to grow even more intense. "Ich will, dass du mich berührst," he replied, his accent thicker than usual.

You tried to repeat it, stumbling over the unfamiliar sounds, and he smiled, the expression somehow both tender and predatory.

"Close enough," he murmured, and then his hand was moving, tracing a path up your side with deliberate slowness.

"And how do you say 'don't stop'?" you asked, your voice catching as his fingers traced patterns on your skin.

"Hör nicht auf," he told you, watching your face intently.

"Hör nicht auf," you repeated, the words turning into a soft gasp as his touch became more purposeful.

His hand slid higher beneath your shirt, fingers tracing the curve of your ribs tantalizingly slow. The warmth of his palm against your skin sent shivers down your spine, each touch igniting something deep within you. His eyes remained fixed on yours, gauging your reactions, seeming to find satisfaction in every small catch of your breath.

"Another phrase?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that you could feel through his chest where it pressed against yours.

You nodded, not trusting your voice as his thumb traced lazy circles just below the underwire of your bra.

"How about 'please'?" you managed, your voice slightly unsteady.

His lips quirked into a small smile. "Bitte."

"Bitte," you echoed, the word barely audible.

Something flashed in his eyes. Hunger, affection, and something deeper that made your heart race. "Say it again," he instructed, his hand stilling its movement.

You understood his game immediately. "Bitte," you repeated, more urgently this time.

His smile widened slightly, satisfaction evident in his expression as his hand resumed its exploration, this time venturing higher. His touch was confident but gentle, asking permission without words.

"Yes," you breathed, answering his unspoken question.

And then his mouth was on yours again, hot and demanding, as his hand finally moved to cup your breast over your bra. You arched into his touch, a small moan escaping into his mouth. He swallowed the sound, his kiss deepening as his thumb brushed over the fabric covering your nipple.

Your own hands weren't idle, moving to explore the firm planes of his chest through his t-shirt. You could feel the defined muscles beneath the soft cotton, the result of years of athletic training. Feeling emboldened, you tugged at the hem, silently asking for permission to remove it.

Nico broke the kiss long enough to help you, sitting up slightly and pulling the shirt over his head in one fluid motion before tossing it aside. You took a moment to admire him: the broad shoulders, the lean muscle, the scattered freckles across his skin that you'd never noticed before.

"Schön," you said softly, using one of the few words he'd called you that seemed appropriate.

His expression softened at your use of his language. "That's my line," he replied, reaching to touch your face with gentle fingers. "Du bist wunderschön."

"What does that mean?" you asked, leaning into his touch.

"You are beautiful," he translated, his eyes never leaving yours.

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion. You leaned forward to press your lips to his collarbone, then moved higher to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear that you'd discovered during your earlier make-out sessions. He inhaled sharply, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"Your turn," he murmured, tugging lightly at the bottom of your shirt.

You nodded, allowing him to help you remove it. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on your newly exposed skin, but they were quickly replaced by warmth as Nico's hands moved to your waist, drawing you closer again.

His kisses became more insistent, trailing from your lips to your jaw, then down your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access, sighing with pleasure as he found a particularly sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.

"How do you say 'more'?" you asked breathlessly.

"Meh," he replied against your skin, the word followed by a gentle nip that made you gasp.

"Meh," you repeated, and felt him smile against your neck before he continued his exploration, his mouth moving lower to the swell of your breasts above your bra.

His hands found the clasp of your bra, but he paused, looking up to meet your eyes. "Is this okay?" he asked, suddenly serious.

You appreciated his care, his constant checking in. It was one of the things that had drawn you to him, his consideration, his respect, his unwillingness to assume.

"Yes," you nodded, adding with a small smile, "Ja."

He unhooked your bra with practiced ease, sliding the straps down your arms and setting it aside. There was reverence in his gaze as he looked at you, his hands coming up to cup your breasts with gentle pressure.

"Beautiful," he whispered, this time in English.

You felt a flush spread across your chest and up to your cheeks, but there was no embarrassment in it, only warmth at the naked admiration in his eyes. He lowered his head, replacing one of his hands with his mouth, and you arched against him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

His tongue circled your nipple before taking it between his lips, the gentle suction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you. Your hand moved to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, encouraging him.

"Nico," you breathed, his name a prayer on your lips.

He hummed in response, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation. His free hand wasn't idle, moving to give your other breast equal attention, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak in rhythm with his mouth.

The dual stimulation was intoxicating, but you wanted more. Your hands moved down his back, feeling the shift of muscle beneath warm skin as he moved. You traced the ridge of his spine, then moved lower, fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.

He lifted his head from your breast, eyes dark with desire as they met yours. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice rough.

You considered using one of the Swiss German phrases he'd taught you, but in this moment, you wanted complete clarity. "I want to feel you," you said simply. "All of you."

His expression grew serious, though the hunger in his eyes didn't diminish. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush anything."

The care in his question made your heart swell. Three weeks wasn't a very long time, but in those weeks, you'd spent nearly every free moment that he had together. You'd talked for hours, shared meals, watched games, exchanged stories about your lives. There had been countless kisses, increasingly heated make-out sessions, but you'd both been content to take things slowly. Until now.

"I'm sure," you nodded, reaching up to touch his face. "I want this. I want you."

He turned his head to press a kiss to your palm, the gesture unexpectedly tender amidst the heat of the moment. "I want you too," he replied, his accent thicker than usual with emotion. "But we go at your pace, okay? You tell me if you want to stop, anytime."

"I will," you promised.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied, then leaned down to capture your lips again. This kiss was different—slower, deeper, more deliberate. His hands moved to your waist, then lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans. He looked at you again, a silent question, and you nodded.

With careful movements, he unbuttoned your jeans and helped you shimmy out of them, leaving you in just your underwear. His eyes traveled over your body with appreciation, but there was also something protective in his gaze.

"Your turn," you said, reaching for the drawstring of his sweatpants.

He helped you, pushing them down and kicking them off. Now both of you were down to your underwear, the thin fabrics the only barrier between you. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh, and the knowledge that you affected him so strongly was intoxicating.

His hand moved to your hip, fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. "May I?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Please," you nodded, adding with a small smile, "Bitte."

The corner of his mouth quirked up at your use of Swiss German. Slowly, maintaining eye contact, he slid your underwear down your legs, his touch leaving trails of fire on your skin. Once they were removed, he took a moment just to look at you, his expression a mix of desire and something that looked remarkably like awe.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, shaking his head slightly as if in disbelief. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."

"You're just you," you replied simply, reaching for him. "That's more than enough."

He came willingly into your arms, his body covering yours, the weight of him a delicious pressure. You could feel every inch where your skin touched his, chest to chest, hip to hip, legs tangled together. His hand moved between your bodies, fingers tracing patterns on your stomach, then lower, seeking permission in your eyes before venturing further.

You nodded, your breath catching as his fingers found your core, exploring with gentle curiosity. He watched your face intently, learning what made your breath hitch, what made your back arch, what drew sounds of pleasure from your throat.

"Küss mich," you whispered, remembering the phrase he'd taught you earlier.

His eyes darkened at your use of his language, and he leaned down to comply, his kiss hungry and deep as his fingers continued their skilled movements. You were lost in sensation, the world narrowing to just this, his touch, his taste, the weight of him above you.

When he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes were serious. "Do you want to continue?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

"Yes," you nodded without hesitation. "Do you have...?"

"Protection? Yes," he confirmed, reaching toward the nightstand drawer.

You took the opportunity to help him remove his boxers, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of him fully naked. He was beautiful. All lean muscle and smooth skin, his body a testament to years of athletic discipline.

He retrieved a condom from the drawer, and you watched as he rolled it on with practiced movements. Then he was hovering over you again, his weight supported on his forearms on either side of your head, his eyes searching yours.

"Are you sure?" he asked one more time, his voice gentle.

The care in his question made your heart swell. "I'm sure," you nodded, reaching up to touch his face. "Ich will dich," you added, using the phrase he'd taught you earlier.

A groan escaped him at your words, and he leaned down to kiss you deeply as he positioned himself. "Tell me if you need me to stop," he murmured against your lips.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he began to push forward, entering you with carefully slow. The sensation was intense, and you focused on your breathing, on relaxing, on the feeling of him gradually filling you.

When he was fully seated, he paused, his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing as uneven as your own. "Okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice despite the strain of holding still.

"More than okay," you assured him, shifting your hips slightly to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. "You can move."

He started slowly, with gentle, measured thrusts that allowed both of you to adjust to the sensation. His eyes never left yours, watching for any sign of discomfort, but all he would find was pleasure building with each movement.

Gradually, as your body relaxed and welcomed him, his pace increased. Your hands moved to his back, feeling the play of muscles as he moved above you, within you. The room filled with the sounds of your combined breathing, occasional moans, and the rustle of sheets.

"Okay?" he asked again, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.

"Yes," you gasped, arching to meet his thrusts. "Don't stop—Hör nicht auf."

His rhythm faltered momentarily at your use of Swiss German, a groan escaping him. "You're killing me," he muttered, but there was affection in his tone beneath the desire.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly stars exploded behind your eyelids as he hit a spot deep within you that sent pleasure coursing through your veins. "There," you breathed, "right there."

Understanding immediately, he maintained the angle, his thrusts becoming more purposeful. One of his hands moved between your bodies, finding the bundle of nerves at your center, circling with just the right pressure.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly within you. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, every muscle tightening in anticipation.

"Nico," you gasped, feeling the tension coiling tighter.

"I've got you," he murmured, his voice strained but reassuring. "Let go. I want to see you."

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips and fingers, pushed you over the edge. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body arching against his as you cried out his name. He worked you through it, his movements slowing but not stopping, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible.

As you came down from your high, you became aware of his still-rigid length inside you, of the tension in his muscles as he held himself in check. You reached up to touch his face, bringing his eyes to meet yours.

"Your turn," you said softly, clenching around him.

A groan tore from his throat, his control visibly slipping. "Are you sure? I can—"

"I want to feel you," you cut him off, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Let go."

Something in your eyes must have convinced him, because with a shuddering breath, he began to move again, his rhythm more urgent now. You watched his face, fascinated by the play of emotions: pleasure, concentration, and something deeper that made your heart race.

His movements became more erratic, his breathing harsh, and you knew he was close. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so that your bodies were pressed together, chest to chest.

"Ich will dich," you whispered in his ear, remembering how strongly he'd reacted to you speaking his language earlier.

The effect was immediate. He groaned, deep and guttural, his hips jerking against yours as he found his release. You held him through it, hands stroking his back, murmuring encouragement as he shuddered above you.

For a long moment afterward, neither of you moved, content to stay connected, his weight a pleasant pressure, his breath warm against your neck. Finally, he shifted, carefully separating from you and moving to dispose of the condom in the bathroom.

When he returned, he immediately gathered you back into his arms, pulling the rumpled sheets over both of your cooling bodies. You settled against his chest, listening to the gradually slowing beat of his heart, feeling utterly content.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a while, his voice soft in the dim room.

You nodded against his chest. "More than okay."

His hand moved to stroke your hair, gentle and soothing. "That was..." he seemed to search for the right word.

"Amazing?" you supplied, tilting your head to look at him.

He smiled, the expression soft and genuine. "Amazing," he agreed, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "But I meant what happened between us. It's not just physical for me."

The vulnerability in his admission made your heart swell. "It's not just physical for me either," you assured him, reaching up to touch his face. "I really care about you, Nico."

His eyes softened at your words. "I care about you too," he replied, his accent thicker with emotion. "Very much."

You settled back against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you. Outside, Newark continued its evening bustle, car horns honking and sirens wailing in the distance. But in here, in the soft glow of Edison bulbs, there was just the two of you, wrapped in warmth and newfound intimacy.

"Teach me one more phrase," you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

"What would you like to know?" he asked, his voice rumbling beneath your ear.

You thought for a moment. "How do you say 'stay with me'?"

He was quiet for a beat, and when he spoke, his voice was thick with emotion. "Blieb bi mir."

You repeated it, looking up to meet his eyes as you did. "Blieb bi mir."

His expression was tender as he looked down at you. "As long as you'll have me," he promised, pulling you closer.

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greengoblinswifey · 4 months ago

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His Valentine—Hwang In-Ho/Front Man x Fem!Reader

summary— As Valentine’s day approaches, the man who saved you from the Squid Game and your debts once again proves he’d do anything to make you feel adored and cherished.

warnings— mention of dead parents, praise kink, fluff, slight sugar baby undertones, dry humping, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— Man, fuck Valentine’s day🙏🏽

Your life had always been a struggle, one that built up until you found yourself participating in the Squid Game. The debt left by your deceased parents was overwhelming, and with no other options available, you had no choice but to participate in the game that would either kill you or change your life forever.

But then came him. Hwang In-ho, someone who had been watching from behind the scenes, someone you hadn’t known was there, someone who made sure you survived, even when you didn’t know you had an angel watching over you. He saw you. He admired you. And when the final game ended and you were left standing, he didn’t let you walk away alone. He pulled you from that world and offered you a chance at life, a life away from the games, away from the debts that had once nearly swallowed you whole.

He paid for everything, your bills, your rent, the necessities of life that you’d never been able to afford. Everything was taken care of. He made sure you had everything you needed. No more worrying about where the next meal was coming from, no more fearing that the debt collectors would come knocking again. You were safe and free.

But freedom came with a price. He was the front man, the person behind the games, the one who controlled everything. The one who allowed people to die for entertainment. The morality of his life was a complicated thing, but with you, he was gentle. He was kind. He was the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for, always caring for you in ways you didn’t know you deserved.

As Valentine’s Day approached, you knew he would do something grand. He always did. But still, you had never been in a relationship like this before, never had a boyfriend who took care of you in such luxurious ways. You’d never had anyone to spoil you like he did. You’d always been on your own, scraping by, but with him, it was different. So when Valentine’s morning arrived, you hadn’t even realized it. The bed beside you was empty, but you didn’t think much of it. He had work to do, important things. You got ready, figuring it would be like any other day.

Then you walked into the kitchen, and your breath caught in your throat.

There, on the counter, sat an enormous bouquet of roses. You stood frozen, staring at the card in your hands.

Will you be my Valentine?

Your heart raced. You couldn’t believe it. You had never had someone give you something so extravagant, so perfect.

Before you could fully take it all in, you felt a presence behind you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“You really are the sweetest,” you whispered.

In-ho chuckled softly, his breath tickling against your ear. “I’m glad you like it,” he murmured. “I’ve got some business to take care of today, but tonight, I’m all yours.”

You smiled as you kissed him on the cheek, knowing that despite his dangerous responsibilities, he always made you feel safe. He was always there, always thoughtful.

“I can’t wait,” you said softly.

Later, when you went downstairs, a car was waiting for you, and when you got inside, In-ho was there with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said as he opened the door for you.

He’d thought of everything, always one step ahead. The restaurant was chic, upscale, everything you’d never imagined for yourself. When you arrived at the table, there were bags waiting for you, each one filled with extravagant gifts. Designer jewelry, Birkins you’d only dreamed of, expensive shoes you would have never been able to afford and yet another bouquet of roses that made you feel like you were the center of the universe. It was all so over the top, but it wasn’t the gifts that made it special, it was the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel.

He complimented you all night, making you laugh, telling you how much you meant to him. He made sure to remind you that you were more than just someone he took care of, you were someone he truly cherished. The night was perfect in a way you never thought possible. You were with him, the man who saved you, the man who had given you everything you could ever need.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted, but your heart was full. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as you both lay on the couch, the soft sound of your breathing mingling in the quiet room.

“I told you,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Tonight, I’m all yours.”

And as you rested in his arms, you felt for the first time in your life, you had something that was perfect.

Now, seated on his lap in the bedroom with rose petals and candles around you, you traced your fingers over his jaw, pressing gentle kisses along his cheek, his temple, down to his neck. “Thank you,” you whispered. “For everything, In-ho.”

His hands rested firmly on your waist, holding you close. “You don’t have to thank me, love,” he murmured, brushing a hand down to your ass, squeezing gently. “You deserve this. All of it.”

“Still, I want to,” you whispered, lips inches away from his.

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly as you shifted in his lap. He let out a soft moan when you began moving on his hard, clothed cock, his hand smoothing down your back. “My pretty girl,” he murmured. “Always so ready for me.”

Your forehead was pressed against his, breath mingling as his hands traced comforting circles against your hips. You moved back and forth, pressing your pussy on his bulge, the friction against your clit sending pleasure jolting through you. “I love you,” you murmured, fingers going into his dark hair as you gripped to steady yourself.

His lips met yours in a slow, lingering kiss, fingers going to your ass as he guided you to grind. “I love you too,” he whispered, tilting his head to deepen it, savoring you. “More than you know.”

You couldn’t respond, your pussy was already quivering as his large hands cupped your ass, squeezing and coaxing you to grind faster. Small whimpers escaped your lips and you gripped his shoulder, throwing your head back.

“That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it love?” he said, gaze locked with yours.

“Wanna c-cum,” you moaned, grinding your hips even faster now.

“Do it sweetheart, cum for me. You’ve been such a good girl, my good girl.” His words sent you over the edge and your entire body convulsed, your release washing over you like a tidal wave.

He didn’t give you a moment to catch you breath, instead, he lifted you from his lap and placed you on the bed. He left small kisses on your inner thigh, sending shivers through you.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. His hands smoothed over your thighs, slowly taking off your panties then running his hands over you again, savoring every inch of you like you were something precious—because to him, you were.

“In-ho,” you moaned, his name leaving your lips in a breathless sigh, and he responded with a quiet hum, pressing a lingering kiss to your clit before glancing up at you.

“My perfect girl,” he murmured. “You deserve to be worshiped.”

Your fingers ran through his dark hair as he took his time, his tongue moving with a patience that had your heart pounding. Every touch of his hands, every press of his lips against your pussy sent warmth rushing through you. You never knew a man eating your pussy could be so intimate.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured between sucking, his hands gripping your hips gently. “All mine.”

Your back arched slightly, a whimper slipping past your lips as his tongue lapped at your juices faster. Your head tilted back, overwhelmed by the way he made you feel, your legs now shaking.

He looked up at you, dark eyes filled with something deeper than lust, affection and love. “I fucking love you,” he murmured into your pussy.

Your breath caught as your grip in his hair tightened slightly. “I love you too, fuck,” you whimpered, feeling yourself completely unravel under his touch.

He didn’t stop ravishing you until you were trembling beneath him with your pussy juices squirted all over his mouth and his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

After he was finished, lips and chin glistening, he hovered above you, his eyes lust blown. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and husky.

You wrapped your arms around him, heart thundering from how much you needed him. “Please, In-ho,” you breathed, eyes equally as lust blown as him.

He slipped off his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. You never got tired of seeing it. The tip was leaking with pre cum and he rubbed it along your folds.

“No teasing,” you whined, “I need your cock so bad.”

He smirked, lining the heavy tip with your leaking entrance. Your foreheads pressed together, jaws falling agape as his cock slowly inched inside you. He stretched your walls, your pussy making way for his sheer size.

“Fucking hell, you feel like Heaven, love,” he groaned.

He gave you a minute to adjust before slamming into you with every inch. Your nails immediately went to his back leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he thrusted into you steadily. Each time he went in, you could feel him in your cervix and you clenched around him tightly. Only he could make you feel so loved and cherished whenever he had you at his mercy.

“You’re so pretty under me like this,” he praised, eyes going from his cock moving inside you to your face.

You reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit, pleasure surging through your body and making you arch into him.

“Aww, feels good doesn’t it? Take this cock, sweetheart, take this cock and rub your clit.”

You spread your legs even wider and captured his lips into a desperate kiss.

“God, I’m gonna cum,” you said, breath strangled and tipping your head back.

His hand snaking around your throat snapped you back to reality. “Eyes on me, keep rubbing that clit and cum on this dick.”

The dominance he had always did it for you. Your fingers went to your bundle of nerves, rubbing at the same fast pace he was pounding into you. His hand around your throat tightened and he took your breath away in a deep kiss, as you felt an intense orgasm take ahold of you. Your legs shook, and you cried out but he still continued pounding into you, your pussy squirting on his cock, soaking him and the sheets below.

“Holy shit. My good girl. My perfect angel,” he muttered. “It’s my turn to cum now and I’m doing it inside you.”

You wrapped your legs around him and with a few more deep strokes, he emptied his load inside your pussy with a deep guttural moan. You trembled in his arms, holding on to him to ground yourself.

As you both came down from cloud nine, In-ho pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek. His dark eyes, still clouded with adoration, softened as he cupped your face.

“You took me so well,” he murmured. “So good for me. My sweet girl, my beautiful girl.”

His hands never left you as he helped you sit up. You barely registered when he scooped you into his arms, carrying you through the dimly lit hall.

The moment he stepped into the bathroom, your eyes lit up. A warm bath was already drawn, the water laced with the soft pink color of your favorite strawberry bath bomb. Candles flickered along the edge of the tub, their golden glow reflecting off rose petals floating on the surface.

“You planned all this?” you whispered, turning to him in awe.

“Of course I did. You deserve it.”

Gently, he lowered you into the warm water, his strong hands supporting you before he slipped in behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest, his lips finding your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” he murmured.

You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night.

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eternalxvenus · 1 year ago

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༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

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The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it.

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck.

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside.

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body.

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off.

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all.

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you.

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

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The Study of Us - CHAPTER 6

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 9.7k

warning: language

hey guyssss !! heres chapter 6 FINALLY 😭 ik i’ve been slacking a bit and kinda hit a wall towards the end, so it took me a while to push through—but i made it eventually 😃... ngl, i don’t love this chapter, it honestly just felt like a bunch of random yappa yappa, but i still wanted to get it out to you guys instead of delaying it any longer. i tried to edit it as best i could even though i was rushing a bit, so if there are any small mistakes just ignore them pls 🙏🏽 still, i hope you guys enjoy it !! 🥲🫶🏽

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Azzi woke slowly. For a few seconds, she stayed still, blinking up at the ceiling, her body wrapped in that hazy in-between state where dreams and reality blurred together. She could still feel the lingering weight of Paige’s hug, the warmth of her arm draped around her shoulders, the soft rasp of her voice saying goodnight.

A small, almost involuntary smile crept onto Azzis lips.

She stretched lazily, her muscles sore from the 1v1 last night, a pleasant kind of ache that reminded her of how hard they’d gone at it. But even with the soreness, there was a lightness in her chest she couldn’t quite explain. It had been a while since she’d felt something like that—easy, real, comfortable.

After a few more minutes of lying there, she finally rolled over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. It was later than she thought, almost 9:30 am but for once, she didn’t feel guilty about sleeping in. She unlocked her screen and saw a text from Paige, sent late last night after they said goodbye.

Paige: had a lot of fun tn. sleep well, Az 💗

Azzi stared at the screen, her heart flipping just once in her chest before settling into a steady thrum. The little heart emoji made her feel way more flustered than it probably should have. She bit her bottom lip, grinning down at the phone for a second before setting it face-down beside her.

Get a grip, she told herself, still smiling.

She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cool against her skin, and she shivered slightly as she padded over to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. As she stared at herself in the mirror, patting her skin dry with a towel, she noticed something she hadn’t really seen in a while, an unmistakable brightness in her own eyes.

Maybe it was the game. Maybe it was the late-night walk. Or maybe it was something else entirely.

Azzi shrugged on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, feeling the familiar comfort of her usual lazy-day outfit. She strolled barefoot into the small kitchen area, yawning as she started to make coffee. The smell filled the room almost immediately—rich, warm, grounding.

She leaned against the counter, cup in hand once it was ready, and scrolled absentmindedly through her phone. No new texts yet, not from Paige at least. She wasn’t sure if she should text first or wait. She had said she’d text when she woke up, but technically, she was awake now…

She shook her head, laughing softly at herself. Since when did she get nervous about texting someone ?

Azzi wandered over to the window and pushed it open a crack, letting the cool air drift in. Outside, campus was slowly coming alive—students walking to and from brunch spots, some heading to the gym, others sprawled out on the grass with textbooks and coffee. The world felt peaceful this morning, like it was moving just a little slower.

She sipped her coffee and let her mind drift.

Every time she thought about last night—Paige's arm around her, her laugh filling the quiet air, the softness in her voice as they said goodbye, Azzi felt her chest get a little tighter. Not in a bad way. Just in a way that made her notice.

There had always been something magnetic about Paige, even when Azzi had tried not to notice it. But last night felt different. It wasn’t just admiration or awe or friendship. It was something smaller and quieter, slipping beneath her skin when she wasn’t looking.

Azzi shook her head again, smiling into her cup. “Get it together,” she muttered under her breath.

She finished her coffee slowly, watching the clouds shift lazily across the blue sky. She didn’t have much planned for the day—maybe a little homework, maybe a run later if she felt like it. But mostly, she was just waiting. Waiting for a text from Paige. Waiting for an excuse to see her again.

Azzi set her empty cup in the sink and grabbed her laptop, settling onto the couch with a blanket tucked around her legs. She opened a textbook on the side, pretending she was going to study, but her mind wasn’t really on her notes. It kept drifting back to the way Paige had looked at her last night like maybe she didn’t want to leave either.

She let herself sink into the memory for a while, the edges of it blurring into something softer, sweeter.

There was a part of her that worried maybe she was reading too much into it. Maybe to Paige it was just a fun night between friends. But deep down, under the nerves and the second-guessing, Azzi felt something she couldn’t ignore. A pull. A possibility.

And it scared her just a little.

But it also made her want to lean into it, just a little more.

Azzi glanced at her phone again, hesitating for a second before unlocking it. Her thumb hovered over Paige’s contact name, heart tapping against her ribs. She had just remembered that last night she did invite Paige over today and that she would message first to let her know.

After a moment of quiet, she typed out a simple message:

Azzi: morning. hope u slept well. lmk when you’re up for today :)

She stared at it for a second, then hit send before she could overthink it.

Setting the phone down again, Azzi curled deeper into the couch, letting the slow, steady hum of the morning fill the room.

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Paige stood in front of the mirror, the cool water from the shower still dripping off her skin as she wrapped a towel around her body. The steam from the bathroom lingered in the air, making her feel like she had just come back from something warmer than just a typical morning routine. She stared at her reflection for a moment longer than usual, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she thought about last night. About Azzi.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d been looking forward to today, but now, as she dried her hair and got dressed, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Her heart fluttered at the thought of hanging out with Azzi, just the two of them, without any of the usual distractions. She quickly threw on a pair of black sweatpants and a simple hoodie, tying her hair up into a messy bun. The final touch was slipping on her favorite pair of crocs, the ones she wore when she wanted to feel comfortable and at ease.

Paige glanced at her phone, checking the time before deciding she had a few more minutes to get ready. The message from Azzi was still fresh in her mind: morning. hope u slept well. lmk when you’re up for today :)

She smiled to herself, tapping out a quick reply:

Paige: hey, good morning. i js finished showering, so im bout to head over. cant wait to see you

She hit send, her excitement bubbling to the surface. It felt so easy, this new dynamic between them.

After a few minutes, her phone buzzed. She picked it up, and Azzi’s message made her heart skip a beat

Azzi: perfect timing !! im starting to make bacon and eggs for breakfast—thought u could join me when u get here

A soft laugh escaped Paige’s lips. Bacon and eggs, she thought, as she imagined the warmth of Azzi’s dorm and the simple comfort of being with her. She felt her pulse quicken, but she shook her head at herself, trying to stay grounded. This wasn’t a big deal. They were just two people hanging out. Nothing more.

Paige quickly grabbed her keys before heading out of her dorm, her mind still lingering on the thought of breakfast with Azzi. As she made her way across campus, the cool air was a welcome contrast to the warmth she felt inside. She took the familiar path toward Azzi’s dorm, her thoughts drifting between the little moments they’d shared so far—the game last night, the hug outside the dorm, the way Azzi’s smile had made her heart flip. She hadn’t expected any of this to happen. Not like this. But now that it was, she didn’t want it to stop.

When she reached Azzi’s dorm, she knocked lightly on the door, the soft sound echoing in the otherwise quiet hallway. A few moments passed, and then the door swung open. Azzi stood there, looking effortlessly comfortable in her sweatpants and hoodie, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She was barefoot, her socks tucked into a pair of slippers, and she smiled warmly as she greeted Paige.

“Hey,” Azzi said, stepping aside to let Paige in. “I was just about to start cooking.”

Paige grinned back, feeling a wave of comfort wash over her as she stepped into Azzi’s space. It felt familiar already, even though she hadn’t spent much time here before. Azzi’s dorm was cozy, cluttered in a way that felt inviting and real. She could smell the faint scent of coffee mixed with the savory promise of breakfast.

Azzi closed the door behind them, her hands moving instinctively to the stove, where a pan was heating up. “You can sit down if you want,” she said casually, but there was a certain softness in her tone that made Paige’s heart race a little faster.

Instead of sitting right away, Paige took a few steps closer to Azzi. The two of them just stood there for a second, neither of them saying anything, but the silence felt comfortable, not awkward. Paige moved without thinking, stepping into Azzi’s personal space just enough to close the distance. Azzi looked up, eyes soft, and then Paige found herself pulling her into a hug.

Azzi’s arms wrapped around Paige almost instantly, her face pressing into the crook of Paige’s neck. Paige felt a small sigh escape Azzi’s lips, the kind of sigh that was warm and content. She couldn’t help but rest her cheek on the top of Azzi’s head, closing her eyes as they stood there, holding each other. The feeling between them was so natural, so easy, that Paige didn’t want to pull away.

Azzi was warm against her, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, and Paige felt like time slowed down just a little bit. She let her arms tighten around Azzi, feeling the softness of her hoodie beneath her fingertips, and smiled softly to herself. This moment, standing there in Azzi’s dorm with her arms around her, felt like something she could hold on to forever.

For a few seconds, neither of them moved. It wasn’t an awkward hug or an intense one, just 2 people holding each other in a way that felt completely natural. Paige’s heart fluttered a little at the feeling, the simplicity of the connection.

Finally, Azzi pulled away just slightly, but only enough to look up at Paige. She smiled, a quiet, genuine smile that made Paige’s chest swell a little. “I guess breakfast is on hold until you get settled in,” Azzi teased lightly, her voice soft.

Paige chuckled, stepping back slightly. “I’m already settled,” she replied, a little breathless, still feeling the echo of their embrace in her chest.

Azzi laughed quietly, moving toward the stove. “Alright, well, you’ll just have to wait a minute. Bacon and eggs coming right up.”

Paige took a seat at the small table, her eyes lingering on Azzi as she moved around the kitchen. Her heart still raced, but in the best possible way.

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The smell of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the room, and Paige couldnt help but smile as Azzi worked efficiently, moving around the small kitchen with ease. The soft sizzle of the pan was the only sound breaking the comfortable silence between them, and Paige just sat there, her eyes never really leaving Azzi as she prepared their breakfast.

Azzi glanced over her shoulder at one point, catching Paige’s gaze, and the corners of her lips twitched up in a soft smile. “You’re staring,” Azzi teased, her voice light and playful.

Paige blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, and felt her cheeks heat up. “Sorry,” she said quickly, laughing a little. “Just… thinking about how good this smells.”

Azzi chuckled, turning her attention back to the pan. “Well, I’m glad you’re excited. You’d better be hungry.” She finished cooking and plated the food, handing Paige a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast. She followed suit with her own plate, and they both sat down at the small table. The room was quiet except for the clinking of forks on plates and the soft sound of their breathing as they dug into the food.

The moment felt peaceful, like the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, cozy bubble. Paige had been so used to rushing through everything, but this? This felt different. She didn’t have to worry about anything—there was no pressure, no expectations. It was just her and Azzi, sharing breakfast together.

“So,” Azzi began, breaking the comfortable silence. “What’s your idea of a perfect day?”

Paige paused, her fork halfway to her mouth, thinking. It was such a simple question, but it felt important, like one of those questions that would help her get to know Azzi a little more. “Hmmmmm” she said, chewing thoughtfully. “Honestly, I think it’s a day like today. Something chill. Maybe a lazy morning, some time to just… be. Then maybe going out for a quick shootaround or to the park, just getting out and not worrying about anything. You know?”

Azzi nodded thoughtfully, her eyes soft. “That sounds nice. I get what you mean about the no-worries thing. I like days when everything feels simple and easy. The days when I don’t feel like I have to be somewhere or do something specific. Just being present.”

Paige smiled, feeling a little more connected with Azzi in that moment. “Yeah, exactly. And for me, that kind of day always has some sort of comfort food. You know, like this breakfast. It just makes everything feel better.”

Azzi laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. “Well, good thing you came over then. I’m a pro at making comfort food.”

Paige smiled back, her heart warming a little. “You definitely know your way around a stove.”

They ate in companionable silence for a moment before Azzi glanced up, a playful glint in her eyes. “Alright. What’s your biggest fear?”

Paige blinked, a little taken aback by the question. She had expected something lighter, maybe more about her favorite song or something simple, but this? This was deeper, realer. It made her heart beat just a little faster. She set her fork down, thinking carefully before responding.

“I guess my biggest fear is… not being good enough. Like, I’ve always had high expectations for myself, you know? Whether it’s basketball or school or whatever, I always feel like I have to be the best. And sometimes, I’m scared that if I don’t live up to those expectations, I’ll disappoint people. Or worse, disappoint myself.”

Azzi’s expression softened, and she reached across the table, resting her hand gently on Paige’s. “Paige,” she said quietly, “you’re already amazing. You don’t have to be perfect. Just being you is more than enough.”

Paige felt her chest tighten slightly, her heart fluttering with the sincerity in Azzi’s voice. She squeezed Azzi’s hand gently before pulling away, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Thanks, Azzi. That… means a lot.”

Azzi gave her a small, encouraging smile. “Of course. We all have our fears, but they don’t define us. You’ve got so much going for you already.”

Paige’s eyes softened, grateful for Azzi’s kindness. “What about you? What’s your biggest fear?”

Azzi paused, her eyes dropping to her plate for a moment as if contemplating how much she should share. Finally, she looked back up at Paige, her gaze vulnerable but honest. “I guess I’m scared of not being able to live up to my potential. Like, I have all these things I want to do in life, but what if I never get there? What if I let my own doubts and fears hold me back? I just don’t want to look back one day and regret not trying harder.”

Paige could hear the weight of Azzi’s words, the raw honesty behind them. She didn’t respond immediately, instead letting the silence stretch between them as she thought about how she could help lighten that burden. She reached out and gently touched Azzi’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to do amazing things, Azzi. I can tell. You’ve got so much heart and strength. Don’t let anything stop you.”

Azzi smiled at her, her eyes shining with warmth. “Thanks, Paige. That means a lot.”

They sat there for a moment, just smiling at each other, before Azzi broke the silence again with another question. “What annoys you the most?”

Paige thought for a second, tapping her chin as if considering the answer. “I can’t stand when people don’t take responsibility for their actions. Like, when they act like nothing’s their fault and they just blame everyone else. It drives me crazy.”

Azzi laughed softly. “I get that. I can’t stand when people are dishonest or fake. I like it when people are real with me, even if it’s uncomfortable. I’d rather someone tell me the truth than beat around the bush.”

Paige nodded, feeling a sense of alignment in their answers. “That’s fair. I respect that a lot.”

Azzi’s eyes sparkled again, and she leaned forward, a bit of mischief in her gaze. “Alright, one more question. Fun fact about you. Go.”

Paige grinned, feeling a little mischievous herself. “Alright, alright. Fun fact about me? Hmmmm. I once tried to bake cookies and forgot to add sugar. They were awful, but I ate them anyway, like some kind of sad cookie monster. No regrets.”

Azzi’s eyes widened, and she burst into laughter. “Oh my god, that’s amazing ! You didn’t even notice?”

Paige laughed too, shaking her head. “Nope! I was so focused on the process, I totally forgot the sugar. But I still ate them because, well, they were cookies.”

Azzi laughed again, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re something else, Paige. I can’t believe you did that.”

Paige grinned back, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. “What about you? Fun fact?”

Azzi paused, her eyes glinting with thought before she shrugged playfully. “I once tried to teach myself how to juggle… ended up hitting myself in the face with one of the balls. That was the end of that dream.”

Paige laughed, a bright, genuine laugh that made her feel more connected to Azzi than ever before. “Oh my goodness, that’s hilarious. You’re lucky you didn’t break your nose.”

Azzi gave her a playful look. “Well, I didn’t, but it was close. So now I stick to safer hobbies.”

The two of them sat there, laughing together, sharing more of those little moments that made life feel brighter. There was a comfortable rhythm between them now—easy, genuine, and fun. Paige didn’t know what would happen next, but in this moment, with Azzi, she felt like everything was exactly where it needed to be.

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The moment they finished their breakfast, Paige stood up from the table, looking around the small kitchen. She felt the urge to clean up, the familiar instinct kicking in to help, but as she reached for the plates, Azzi’s voice stopped her.

“No, no, I’ve got this,” Azzi said, waving her hand in a dismissive yet playful gesture. “You relax. Let me handle it.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, the familiar pull to help still tugging at her. “You sure?” she asked, glancing between the dishes and Azzi, who was already walking toward the sink.

Azzi flashed her a smile, her eyes lighting up. “I’m sure. You can just… chill out for a minute, yea ?”

Paige hesitated for a moment longer but then gave in, her shoulders relaxing as she sat back down at the table. The sound of Azzi humming softly as she washed the dishes filled the space between them, creating a sense of domestic comfort that Paige wasn’t used to.

Still, a part of Paige felt like she should help, so when Azzi turned her back, Paige stood up again, walking toward the sink with the intent of grabbing the drying towel.

“I’m serious,” Azzi said, catching her before Paige could reach for the towel. “Go sit down. I’m the one who cooked, remember?”

Paige smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, but I’m not about to leave you doing all the work. It’s not fair.”

Azzi sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “Fine,” she said with a grin, “but you’re not allowed to lift a finger after this, got it?”

Paige laughed, feeling a lightness in her chest that she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. “Deal.”

Azzi finished up the dishes, and when the last plate was rinsed, she turned to Paige, wiping her hands on a towel. “Alright, now that we’ve got that sorted, what do you wanna do?”

Paige paused for a moment, glancing out the window where the day was slowly starting to brighten. “I dunno,” she said, her voice light. “What do you usually do when you have a day off?”

Azzi grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Well, one of my favorite things to do is watch movies. I’ve got a soft spot for Frozen,” she added with a playful shrug, as if it was some deep, personal confession.

Paige blinked, then laughed, the sound of it filling the room. “Frozen? Seriously?”

Azzi chuckled, a little embarrassed. “Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve watched it. It’s a classic, and I think it’s one of those movies that just makes me feel… happy, you know?”

Paige grinned. “I mean I’ve already watched it but you’re gonna make me watch it again, huh?”

Azzi raised an eyebrow and gave a slight nod. “Yes. You won’t regret it, I swear.”

Paige let out a mock groan, but the playful smile on her face betrayed any hint of actual reluctance. “Okay, fine. Let’s do it. I’m sure it’s gonna be a magical time.” Her voice was teasing as she mimicked a dramatic, over-the-top tone.

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible,” she teased, before grabbing the remote from the couch and heading toward the TV. Paige followed her, taking a seat on the couch with a dramatic flop as she leaned back against the cushions.

Azzi sat beside her, and for a moment, there was just the soft clicking of the remote and the rustle of blankets as Azzi settled in. Then, with surprising confidence, Azzi lifted Paige’s arm, carefully draping it over her own shoulders, before resting her head gently on Paige’s shoulder.

Paige stiffened for a moment, feeling a little caught off guard by the closeness. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected Azzi to be so comfortable in such an intimate space. But when Azzi relaxed against her, breathing softly, Paige felt a warmth spread through her chest. She shifted a little, trying to adjust to the situation, but it felt right.

Azzi, seeming completely at ease, moved her arm around Paige’s waist, draping it gently across her stomach. The proximity felt natural, almost like they had done this a hundred times before. Paige’s heart began to race, but she tried to keep her cool, focusing instead on the screen in front of them.

The opening credits of Frozen rolled, but Paige found it hard to focus on the movie with Azzi so close. Her breath caught in her throat each time Azzi shifted, each time the warmth of Azzi’s body pressed a little closer against hers. She could feel the steady rise and fall of Azzi’s chest, the gentle weight of her head on her shoulder, and her hand across her stomach, grounding her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t just a casual touch, it felt like Azzi was seeking comfort in her, and Paige wasn’t sure she could breathe.

A part of her wanted to lean in, to let the closeness envelope her entirely, but another part of her was terrified of ruining the moment. So, instead, she just sat there, trying to breathe steadily, trying to pretend that everything was normal, even though her heart was thudding louder than she cared to admit.

Azzi let out a soft sigh, snuggling closer, and Paige felt her own heartbeat echoing in her ears.

It felt so easy, so natural to have Azzi next to her like this. They didn’t need to say anything, didn’t need to force anything. The silence between them was comfortable, warm. The movie played on, but Paige found herself lost in the quiet rhythm of their shared space.

—---------------------------------

As the movie played on, the room grew quieter, the only sounds coming from the soft hum of the TV and the occasional rustle of the blankets as Azzi shifted slightly. Paige’s focus kept drifting between the movie and the feeling of Azzi so close to her, the warmth of her body pressing against her side, the gentle rhythm of Azzi’s breathing as she relaxed. Paige’s heart fluttered in her chest every time Azzi moved, but she did her best to keep it under control, pretending as if everything was completely normal even though it felt anything but.

Halfway through the movie, a sudden knock at the door shattered the quiet. Azzi lifted her head from Paige’s shoulder, making Paige’s heart drop for just a moment. She had grown so used to the weight of Azzi’s head against her that the absence of it left a strange emptiness. Azzi got up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head, and Paige couldn’t help but follow the movement, her eyes tracing the curve of Azzi’s body as she crossed the room.

“Hold on, let me get that,” Azzi called back to Paige with a smile.

Paige nodded, a little disappointed that the moment was interrupted, but she quickly turned her attention back to the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the movie. She heard Azzi open the door and the sound of two voices—familiar voices reaching her ears.

“Ugh, it’s too early for this,” Caroline’s voice groaned, and Paige immediately recognized the tired tone.

“Right?” Aubrey added, sounding just as rough. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”

Azzi chuckled softly as she stepped back, allowing Caroline and Aubrey to enter. “How’s the hangover?” Azzi asked, her voice lighthearted.

“Terrible,” Caroline muttered, dragging herself in with a hand on her forehead. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all morning. Texting, calling, no response. Thought you might’ve disappeared or something.”

Aubrey trailed in behind Caroline, holding her head with one hand. “Yeah, we were starting to get worried. Especially since Paige has been ignoring my messages, too.”

Azzi blinked in surprise. “Paige? She’s here.”

“Wait, seriously?” Caroline’s eyebrows shot up, her voice filled with disbelief.

Aubrey, still a little blurry from her hangover, took in the surroundings. “Looks like you two are cozy,” she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. Caroline followed her gaze, and both girls gave each other knowing glances before heading toward the couch.

“Hi, Paige,” Caroline said with a teasing smile as she sat down next to her. Aubrey dropped onto the couch beside her, still holding her head, but both girls seemed to be finding comfort in the familiar environment despite their rough condition.

Paige smiled faintly, though she was a little unsure how to act with them suddenly here. She glanced at Azzi, who was standing near the door. “How’s your hangover?” she asked them, trying to keep her voice casual.

Caroline grimaced, leaning back against the couch. “Like I got hit by a truck, but I’ll survive.”

“Same,” Aubrey added with a small groan, adjusting her position on the couch. “Just make it stop spinning for a bit.”

Azzi, still standing near the door, took in the scene. Without saying anything, she walked over to the counter, grabbing two bottles of water. She handed them to Aubrey and Caroline with a quiet but thoughtful smile.

“There you go. Drink up,” Azzi said softly, before turning to Caroline. “You’re gonna have to move over.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “What, am I in the way?” she asked playfully.

Azzi didn’t respond but just gave a small grin and nudged Caroline’s leg with her knee, the subtle action leaving no room for argument. Caroline, though still teasing, scooted over without hesitation. Paige, who had been watching the exchange, felt her face flush at the motion. Her breath hitched in her throat when Azzi settled next to her, and for a moment, she froze.

Azzi settled in so naturally, so effortlessly. Paige couldn’t help but notice how their shoulders brushed as Azzi made herself comfortable. Her heart fluttered, and she didn’t know how to act. A part of her wanted to pull away, unsure of what to do with the proximity, but another part wanted to stay there, to be close to Azzi.

Paige, trying to play it cool, pretended to stretch. She raised her arm above her head in a dramatic yawn, stretching her back to relieve some of the tension that had built up in her chest. But as her arm lowered, she carefully placed it around Azzi’s shoulder, pulling her just a little closer.

Azzi’s breath hitched for a brief second, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed into the touch, leaning into Paige’s side, the soft hum of the movie still playing in the background.

Caroline and Aubrey exchanged a glance from the corner of their eyes, but neither of them said anything, though they both noticed. They just continued sipping their water, trying to act like they hadn’t seen the subtle shift in the air. But it was clear they both knew something was happening.

“I’m gonna take a nap,” Aubrey said, putting her head back and closing her eyes. “Wake me up when you two are ready to, I don’t know, finally admit whatever’s going on here.” Her voice was teasing but filled with a quiet amusement.

Caroline snorted, but her gaze lingered on the two of them. “Right? It’s so obvious.”

Paige stiffened slightly but quickly masked it with a chuckle. “You guys are insane,” she muttered, trying to hide the warmth that crept up her neck. Azzi’s hand had shifted slightly, resting lightly on her leg, and she could feel the warmth of it, the subtle pressure that sent a little shock of electricity through her.

Azzi smiled softly, her head resting more comfortably against Paige’s shoulder once again. “Yeah, yeah, keep teasing,” Azzi said in a low voice, though there was no trace of irritation. “I’m sure you both have some brilliant theories.”

“Maybe we do,” Caroline said, her tone light but knowing.

“I’m just here for the drama,” Aubrey chimed in, already halfway asleep.

The silence that followed felt different this time. It wasn’t awkward, but comfortable almost like the space between them had shifted, like a new understanding was forming. And for the first time in a long while, Paige felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be, the warmth of Azzi beside her grounding her in a way she didn’t know she needed.

Azzi’s head nestled against her shoulder again, her hand resting lightly on Paige’s, and Paige, with a soft sigh, gave in. She closed her eyes, not caring that her heart was racing, not caring about anything except the quiet warmth of Azzi’s presence beside her.

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The room was still and quiet .The movie had long ended, and now the only sound was the occasional shift of bodies and the soft rhythm of breathing. Everyone had somehow ended up asleep on the couch, scattered in an uncoordinated mess of limbs and blankets, their exhaustion from the previous night’s shenanigans finally catching up with them.

Caroline, still struggling with the remnants of her hangover, had drifted off with her head resting awkwardly against the armrest. Aubrey, still a bit fuzzy and feeling the slow throbbing in her skull, had ended up half-lying across Caroline, one of her arms flung over her friend’s chest. Azzi, nestled next to Paige, was curled up against her side, her head resting comfortably on Paige’s shoulder. Paige, in turn, had one arm draped around Azzi, pulling her closer as they both slept deeply, their bodies pressed together in a way that would have been too intimate if they were awake but felt completely natural now.

And then, as if on cue, Aubrey’s unconscious movements decided to make their mark. With a sudden shift in her sleep, she rolled over, her hand coming down sharply to smack Caroline right in the face.

“OWW! What the fuck, Aubrey?” Caroline’s voice was a mix of sleepiness and annoyance, her hand instinctively swatting back.

“Fuck! What the hell?” Aubrey shot up, rubbing her forehead as she blinked rapidly, groaning at the remnants of her hangover. Her hand had hit Caroline square in the face, and now both of them were wide awake, squinting at each other in the dimmed room.

Caroline, still groggy, rubbed her face dramatically, glancing over at Aubrey with narrowed eyes. “You just fucking slapped me in the face! What’s wrong with you?”

Aubrey looked down at her own hand and then at Caroline’s irritated expression, and she could only laugh, albeit weakly, considering the pounding headache that was still blaring in her skull. “I swear to God, you make me sound like a damn trainwreck.”

Caroline flicked her finger at Aubrey’s forehead, not at all sorry for the slap she’d returned. “You are a damn trainwreck.”

Aubrey was about to snap back with something witty when she froze. Her eyes narrowed as she turned her head to look over at Paige and Azzi, who were still sleeping soundly on the other side of the couch. The sight made her pause for a moment. “Uh… Caroline,” she said in a low voice, her tone suddenly taking on a mischievous quality. “Look at this.”

Caroline, who was still rubbing her face, followed Aubrey’s gaze, and then her eyes widened. “Wait… What the fuck?”

On the side of the couch, Paige and Azzi were sleeping in a full embrace. Paige’s arm was wrapped securely around Azzi, pulling her closer as Azzi’s hand was draped across Paige’s stomach, both of them pressed together in an almost impossibly intimate position. Azzi’s head was nestled gently into Paige’s neck, her breath soft against the skin there, while Paige’s head rested atop Azzi’s, her body fully entwined with hers. It was a scene that, had anyone else walked in, would have made them question everything they thought they knew about the two.

Aubrey snickered, leaning back slightly against the couch, clearly entertained. “Well, well, well… look who’s cozy,” she whispered, trying not to laugh too loudly and disturb the scene in front of her.

Caroline, still a little hungover, squinted at the pair and then at Aubrey. “Oh my. This is too perfect. We gotta get a picture of this.”

“Absolutely,” Aubrey agreed, a grin slowly spreading across her face. “I mean, how can we not? This is the best content we’ve had all week.”

As they both reached for their phones, Caroline whispered, “Wait, hold on. We don’t want to scare them.” But just as Aubrey was about to snap the picture, Azzi shifted slightly, her face scrunching up in her sleep, and she burrowed even deeper into Paige’s side.

Aubrey froze, phone in hand, and Caroline stopped moving altogether. “Shit… What if she wakes up?” Caroline whispered, her eyes wide.

But Azzi didn’t wake up. She just snuggled even closer to Paige, one of her legs slipping between Paige’s, and her head shifting to nestle more comfortably against her neck. Paige, completely unaware, just mumbled something inaudible in her sleep but remained blissfully unaware of the teasing spectacle unfolding around her.

“Alright, fuck it,” Aubrey muttered. “We’re getting this picture.”

Caroline snuck her phone out and angled it carefully, making sure the moment was captured before either of them had a chance to ruin it. The flash went off, and the pair held their breath, waiting to see if Azzi or Paige would stir, but neither of them moved.

“Perfect,” Caroline said, trying to stifle a giggle. “This is going straight into our team group chat so we can annoy Paige. Maybe even Insta, if I’m feeling brave.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes, still holding her phone. “You’re evil.”

Caroline smiled, clearly pleased with herself. “Evil, but it’s for the greater good.”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna have to get them back for this,” Aubrey said, sitting back and rubbing her eyes, groaning softly. “But right now, all I want is food.”

“Oh my God, same,” Caroline agreed, trying to sit up but grimacing as her headache throbbed. “I’m so fucking hungry, I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

Aubrey gave her a sympathetic glance. “Yeah, me too. Let’s order something. We’ll wake them up when the food gets here. Let them sleep off whatever weirdness is going on between them.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You really think they’ll sleep through the food delivery? They’re both huge eaters. There’s no way.”

Aubrey smirked. “We’ll see.”

Caroline and Aubrey quietly began scrolling through their phones to order takeout, carefully choosing a spread of greasy comfort food that would hopefully ease their symptoms. Pizza, chips, burgers—anything that could be delivered fast and wasn’t too complicated. When the order was placed, Aubrey put her phone down with a sigh, rubbing her temples.

“We’ll give them a little more time,” she said with a smirk. “Then we’ll wake them up. This is going to be funny.”

Caroline nodded, resting back against the couch, and they both shared a knowing look. They knew exactly what they were doing and that when Paige and Azzi woke up, they’d be in for a very different kind of surprise.

But for now, they both relaxed, watching the quiet, peaceful scene before them, amused at the way their friends were tangled together. It felt like the calm before the storm. And when the food arrived, it would be the perfect time to let the chaos—and the teasing—begin.

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The soft, lazy silence stretched on for a while longer, broken only by the occasional grumble of a stomach or the faint buzz of Caroline’s phone vibrating on the coffee table with updates about their food order. Finally, after what felt like forever, a sharp knock at the door echoed through the room, followed by the familiar ding-dong of the delivery guy mashing the doorbell.

Aubrey groaned dramatically and pushed herself off the couch, grabbing her wallet from the table. “That better be our fucking salvation,” she muttered, shuffling toward the door like a zombie.

Caroline cracked an eye open and mumbled, “If it’s not, I’m throwing hands bru.”

Aubrey came back a minute later, balancing 2 huge bags of greasy goodness in her arms. The smell alone was enough to make Caroline sit up straight, her headache momentarily forgotten.

“Operation wake the dumbasses begins now,” Aubrey said, grinning wickedly.

Caroline laughed under her breath. “Poor things don’t even know what’s about to hit them.”

Aubrey set the food down carefully on the low table, then turned to survey the couch, hands on her hips like a general planning an attack.

Paige and Azzi were still a tangled mess of limbs, dead to the world.

“Alright,” Aubrey said, rubbing her hands together. “Time for some fun.”

Caroline tiptoed closer, crouching by Azzi’s side. She reached out and poked her cheek lightly.

“Azzi…” Caroline whispered, then poked harder. “Wake up, dude.”

Azzi groaned softly, her face scrunching up, but she didn’t move much beyond burrowing even closer into Paige’s side. Paige, still deep asleep, just mumbled something incomprehensible and tightened her arm around Azzi.

Aubrey, meanwhile, was bouncing on her heels in excitement. “Ok, fuck this,” she whispered to Caroline, grinning like a devil. “Watch this.”

Without any more warning, Aubrey leaned down, cupped her hands around her mouth, and screamed directly into Paige’s ear.

“PAIGE, THERE’S A FIRE !!!”

The reaction was immediate and chaotic.

Paige jolted awake so violently that she flinched and practically yeeted Azzi off the couch. Azzi yelped as she tumbled onto the floor with a dull thud, groaning as she blinked in confusion.

“SHIT—Azzi! Fuck!” Paige cried out, scrambling to sit up, her heart pounding out of her chest. “I’m so sorry, are you okay ?”

Azzi, still laying on the carpet, blinked up at her with the most disoriented, betrayed look. “What the hell just happened?”

Caroline was laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach, almost falling over herself. Aubrey had collapsed onto the couch, tears of laughter coming down her face.

Paige leaned over the side of the couch, offering Azzi her hand sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to. Aubrey screamed and—and I panicked”

Azzi took Paige’s hand and let her pull her up with a dramatic, suffering sigh. “You flinched so hard, I thought there was actually a fire.”

Paige gave her a guilty half-smile, scratching the back of her neck. “Sorry. Reflexes. You know… athlete shit,” she said weakly, trying to play it off.

Azzi snorted and shook her head, amused despite herself. “You owe me like 10 ice cream tubs for that.”

Paige grinned, relieved. “Deal.”

Once Azzi was safely back on her feet and dusted off, she rubbed her eyes and glanced around the room, her voice scratchy from sleep. “Wait… what time is it?”

Caroline and Aubrey exchanged mischievous glances but said nothing.

Azzi stumbled over to the table and checked Caroline’s phone, her eyes widening comically. “IT’S 5:30pm ?!?!”

Paige, still half-asleep, muttered, “In the evening?”

“YES, in the evening!” Azzi exclaimed, running a hand through her messy curls. “We slept the whole fucking day away!”

Aubrey shrugged, clearly unbothered.

“I feel like a new person.” Caroline said, grabbing a slice of pizza and sinking back into the couch.

“After you slapped me in the face, maybe,” Aubrey muttered.

Everyone settled around the low table, grabbing food greedily. Paige sat next to Azzi again, this time a little more cautious about where her limbs were. Azzi plopped down beside her, stealing a handful of chips off Paige’s plate without even asking.

They were halfway through demolishing the food when everyone’s phones buzzed simultaneously.

Paige glanced at hers, mouth full of pizza. A notification from the university:

“Reminder: Upcoming Assessment Next Friday. Attendance Mandatory.”

A collective groan rippled through the room.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Aubrey moaned, dropping her burger onto her plate. “Next Friday? I’m not mentally prepared for this shit.”

Caroline scowled at her screen. “I’m still not mentally prepared for today.”

Paige was about to complain too when she noticed a second email notification—this one addressed just to her, from the professor.

Azzi, curious, leaned over closer, casually resting her chin on Paige’s shoulder to read along with her. Paige stiffened for a split second at the warm weight of Azzi against her, but managed to stay cool.

The email read:

Subject: Academic Eligibility Reminder

Good evening Paige,

Just a reminder that the upcoming exam is crucial for maintaining your eligibility for the season. Please reach out if you need any additional support or resources. You’re capable of this—stay focused.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, her chin still on Paige’s shoulder, and murmured, “Looks like someone’s under pressure.”

Paige gave a small, tired smile. “Yea. No big deal or anything,” she muttered, trying to sound casual but clearly a little stressed.

Azzi nudged her gently with her forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you. We’ll set up extra sessions this week. You’re not failing on my watch.”

Paige turned her head slightly to meet Azzi’s gaze, their faces much closer than either of them seemed to realize. “Thanks, Az,” she said, voice softer now, genuinely grateful.

Azzi smiled and bumped their shoulders together. “Anytime.”

Aubrey, oblivious to the moment, stuffed another handful of chips into her mouth and mumbled, “You two are disgustingly cute sometimes.”

Caroline raised her soft drink can. “Agreed. To disgustingly cute friendships—and surviving next Friday.”

They all clinked their drinks together with exaggerated solemnity.

Azzi perked up suddenly, her eyes lighting up with mischief.

“So…” she said, sitting up a little straighter, “cards after this?”

That earned her a mix of groans and laughter.

“God help us,” Aubrey said, dramatically collapsing onto the floor like she’d already lost.

Paige smirked, eyes locked on Azzi. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”

Azzi just raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Hope you’re ready to cry.”

—---------------------------------

The aftermath of the massive feed and drinks left the 4 of them in that perfect mix of content and just bored enough to do something mildly chaotic. Plates pushed aside, cans half-empty, the table was cleared in record time. Azzi pulled out a battered deck of cards from the little drawer by her bed like she’d been waiting for this exact moment her whole life.

“Ight gang,” she said, cracking her knuckles dramatically. “Let’s play.”

“What game?” Caroline asked, stretching out her legs and stealing the last chip off Aubrey’s plate.

“Speed,” Azzi replied, already shuffling the cards with practiced ease. “Two people at a time. We will swap around.”

Aubrey groaned. “Oh god, not speed. That game turns people into animals.”

“Exactly,” Paige said, already rolling up her sleeves. “Let’s go.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow at her, grinning. “You sure you’re ready to get demolished?”

“Oh, I’m ready,” Paige said, sitting cross-legged across from her on the floor, cracking her neck like she was about to step into the ring. “You’re the one who should be scared.”

“Cute talk,” Azzi replied, handing her half the deck. “Let’s see if your hands are as fast as your mouth.”

Aubrey choked on her drink. “Pause.”

Caroline laughed, flopping onto her stomach with a pillow under her chin. “This is gonna be good.”

Cards were dealt with lightning speed, the centre stacks slapped down, and then chaos.

Azzi and Paige’s hands flew, slapping cards like their lives depended on it. Paige’s fingers were a blur, her focus laser-sharp, tongue peeking out between her teeth. Azzi tried to keep up, but her eyes kept drifting just for a split second to Paige’s fingers. Long, quick, stupidly agile fingers flying across the cards like it was nothing.

Which, ok, was fine. Except she found herself getting distracted. Again.

“Fuck !” Azzi hissed as Paige laid down a 7 right before her.

“That’s two in a row,” Paige said smugly.

“I hate your hands,” Azzi blurted without thinking.

Everyone paused.

Paige blinked. “…You what?”

Azzi froze. “I meant-I hate that your hands are fast. For the game. Shut up.”

Aubrey wheezed from the couch. “OOOOOOOO slip-up alert !!”

Paige, cheeks pink, grinned anyway. “It’s ok. Lots of people love my hands.”

Azzi made a strangled noise and threw a card at her face. “Play again, idiot.”

They reset the game, both of them trying very hard not to look directly at each other. Or smile. Or explode.

The 2nd round was even more ridiculous. Paige kept talking shit, and Azzi kept getting flustered.

“Queen,” Paige muttered, slapping it down.

“Frick.”

“King.”

“Fuck.”

“Do you always curse this much when you lose?” Paige asked sweetly.

“I will throw this entire deck at your head.”

“Try me.”

It ended in another Paige win and an extremely dramatic Azzi fake-dying on the carpet.

Aubrey was already halfway off the couch. “Tag me in. I’m gonna smoke Caroline.”

“Please,” Caroline said, getting up with an eye roll. “You’ve got the hand-eye coordination of a toaster.”

“Oh, that’s fucked up,” Aubrey muttered, reshuffling the cards. “We’ll see who’s toast.”

Caroline snorted. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

Azzi, now flopped sideways, curled up next to Paige on the floor, her head naturally resting against Paige’s shoulder as they watched the next match. Paige glanced down at her but said nothing, just let herself lean slightly into the contact.

“Should’ve kept you in longer,” Azzi murmured, voice quieter now, a little rougher.

“Couldn’t help it, you kept staring at my hands,” Paige said, smirking.

Azzi groaned into her hoodie. “Why do you talk.”

“Because I’m charming.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

Azzi mumbled something into Paige’s shoulder that sounded suspiciously like shut up, but she didn’t move away.

Across from them, Caroline and Aubrey’s game had devolved into actual war. Aubrey slapped a card down so hard the entire stack slid halfway across the carpet.

“WHAT NOW?” she screamed.

“You played a king on a nine, dumbass,” Caroline said dryly.

“Fuck.”

They reset. Again.

“Fucking hate this game bro,” Aubrey muttered.

“Say it louder,” Caroline said, gleeful as she smacked down 3 cards in a row. “Maybe the cards will fear you into playing themselves.”

Aubrey flipped her off.

Paige whispered, “My money’s on Caroline.”

Azzi hummed. “Same. Aubrey’s trying, though.”

“Like you tried?”

“Do you want to die?”

“I mean, if it’s by card game, at least I’d go out on top.”

Azzi just groaned again and shoved lightly at her side, but didn’t budge her head from Paige’s shoulder.

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The latest round between Aubrey and Caroline had devolved into the most chaotic yet. Cards were flying, insults were flying faster, and Aubrey had somehow managed to wedge one under the couch trying to “strategically slam” a queen.

Azzi’s head still rested against Paige’s shoulder, her body tucked slightly into her side like it was just the most natural place to be. Paige didn’t mind. Not even a little. She didn’t say anything about it either, afraid that if she acknowledged the closeness, it might disappear.

They were both mid-laugh, Aubrey had just dramatically thrown her entire body across the floor in defeat when suddenly Azzi’s phone buzzed from beside her thigh.

She shifted slightly, lifting her head from Paige’s shoulder to check it, the absence of her weight immediate.

Paige noticed. Her arm twitched, like it wanted to reach back out for her.

Azzi frowned at her screen, thumb hovering but not typing. Her expression scrunched up in that half-apologetic, half-uncomfortable way she got when something mildly annoying had just landed in her lap.

Paige leaned in. “What’s wrong?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. Paige took the cue and inched closer until her chin rested lightly on Azzi’s shoulder, peeking over to look at her phone. Her voice was low, softer. “Who is it?”

Azzi didn’t hesitate, she tilted her phone slightly toward Paige so she could read the screen.

It was Jace.

Jace: yo azziiiiiii u see the exam alert thingy ay ??

Jace: u got time to run it back ?

Jace: maybe tomorrow? or like now lol even tho its kinda late

Paige didn’t move her chin from her shoulder. “He’s the worst.”

Another ding.

Jace: cmon dont leave me hangin az

Jace: ur the smart one

Jace: u know i suck at this

Jace: n also I wouldn’t mind seeing u again 😏

Azzi groaned, more out of secondhand embarrassment than anything. “Why does he talk like that.”

Paige didn’t answer, because another message came in.

Jace: or we could skip studying 👀 jk jk unless…

Paige’s jaw tensed. Her hand, which had been resting casually on her own knee, slid around Azzi’s waist without really thinking, settling there with easy confidence. “Give me your phone.”

Azzi blinked at her, but didn’t resist. She passed it over, letting Paige take it with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around Azzi’s side.

Paige started typing immediately with the ruthless efficiency of someone responding to a telemarketer.

Azzi: im busy this week.

Azzi: and next week.

Azzi: and probably the rest of the semester.

Azzi: find someone else.

Jace started spamming.

Jace: whoa chill 💀

Jace: im just askin

Jace: why u so cold now 😭

Jace: u were mad cool b4

Jace: damn girl u got sum1 new or sum ???

Jace: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Azzi leaned her head against Paige’s, her temple touching Paige’s crown. “You’re really gonna ghost him for me?”

Paige, deadpan, replied, “This isn’t ghosting. This is pest control.”

Azzi snorted, low and warm. “He’s just… persistent.”

Another message came in.

Jace: yo fr tho

Jace: i miss ur lil study face

Jace: ur so cute when u r explaining stuff

Jace: I was barely listenin fr but it was fun 🙂‍↕️

Paige made a face so disgusted, Azzi choked on a laugh. “Did he just admit to not listening and still want more help?”

Paige’s thumb hovered for half a second, then she typed again without hesitation.

Azzi: u didnt listen the first time, and u r not getting another. stop texting me.

Paige hit send and muttered under her breath, “Absolute dumbass.”

Jace’s reply came almost instantly, like he’d been hovering over his screen like a gremlin.

Jace: damnnnn chill 😅

Jace: u dont gotta be mean

Jace: i just thought we had a vibe fr

Jace: u were all smiley n shit

Jace: was thinkin maybe next time I could bring snacks 👀

Jace: or we could like chill after, u kno

Jace: just me n u

Jace: i will behave… unless u dont want me to 😂

Paige physically recoiled, eyes squinting at the screen like it had personally offended her. “Ok. That’s enough.”

Azzi looked over, eyebrows raised. “What did he say now-”

Paige just turned the screen toward her. Azzi scanned the message and visibly cringed.

“No,” she muttered. “Absolutely not. Why is he like this.”

Paige didn’t answer. She was already in motion, thumb moving quickly, calmly, mercilessly.

Contact - Info - Block Caller - Confirm.

The press of the confirmation felt like the digital equivalent of slamming a door in someone’s face.

“There,” Paige said, placing the phone back in Azzi’s lap like she’d just finished taking out the trash. “Congratulations. You’re officially Jace-free.”

Azzi blinked at her. “You didn’t even ask.”

“I didn’t need to. That man was two texts away from calling you ‘mami’ unironically.”

Azzi groaned and dropped her head into Paige’s shoulder again, laughing into her sleeve. “I think he was trying to flirt.”

“Flirting implies charm,” Paige muttered. “That was a verbal health code violation.”

Across the room, Aubrey was dramatically brushing herself off like she’d just survived a battle. “Alright. I’m calling it,” she declared, flopping onto the couch beside Caroline with an exaggerated grunt. “My ego can’t take another loss.”

Caroline yawned, stretching with a squeak. “It is late. We’ve got math first thing tomorrow anyway.”

Azzi lifted her head from Paige’s shoulder, eyes flicking toward the clock. “Shit. You’re right.”

There was a flurry of card gathering, hoodie grabbing, and general post-chaos tidying. Aubrey was still complaining under her breath about how Caroline “definitely cheated at least twice” while Caroline tossed a pillow at her in retaliation.

“Alright, Az,” Aubrey said as she pulled on her jacket, “thanks for the last minute hosting. And for letting me dramatically lose on your floor.”

Caroline gave Azzi a warm side hug. “Don’t let Paige stress you out. She does that.”

“I do not,” Paige said automatically, hands stuffed in the pockets of her hoodie like a guilty raccoon.

Aubrey and Caroline both turned to her, identical knowing smirks on their faces. Aubrey pointed. “You literally stress out Ice and KK on a weekly basis.”

“They love it,” Paige muttered.

Azzi giggled, eyes flitting toward Paige. “Should I be worried?”

“No,” Paige said too fast, then added, “…You’re good.”

Aubrey bumped Paige’s shoulder as they headed toward the door. “Come on. Time to go.”

Caroline called over her shoulder, “Night, Azzi!”

“See you in math,” Aubrey added.

They both stepped outside, lingering by the door as Paige hung back for a beat.

Azzi stood near the door, one hand on it, the other loosely holding her phone. Paige hesitated for a second, then stepped in.

They didn’t speak right away. The air felt warmer, heavier now. Slower.

Paige rubbed the back of her neck. “So… uh. Good luck staying Jace-free. Even though we have him with us in class tomorrow.”

Azzi giggled. “Thanks to you.”

They were close again, closer than before. Neither moved to open the door just yet.

Paige let out a soft breath and opened her arms in silent question. “Can I…?”

Azzi nodded before she even finished the sentence.

The hug was immediate and easy. Familiar, even though it was new. Azzi folded into her, arms wrapping around Paige’s back while Paige’s slid naturally around her waist again. This time there was no flinching, no nerves, just stillness. Warmth.

Neither let go right away.

Azzi’s cheek was pressed against the top of Paige’s shoulder now, her fingers loosely clutching the fabric of her hoodie. Paige closed her eyes briefly, inhaling slowly, like trying to memorise the moment through touch alone.

“You’re really warm,” Azzi mumbled into her shoulder.

Paige smiled. Her hand gently rubbed Azzi’s back once before settling again.

The hug lingered. And lingered.

Eventually, Azzi pulled back just a little, just enough to look up at her. Their faces were still close. Paige’s hands were still at her waist, like she hadn’t quite registered they were supposed to part.

Azzi bit her lip, her voice quieter now. “See you tomorrow?”

Paige nodded, eyes soft. “Yea. Tomorrow.”

And then, slowly, finally, she stepped back.

Azzi opened the door for her, and Paige paused at the threshold for one more second before flashing a small, tired grin. “Night, Az.”

“Night P.”

Caroline and Aubrey were still standing just outside, arms crossed and mock-impatient.

“Took you long enough,” Caroline muttered as Paige stepped out.

“Shut up,” Paige said under her breath, but she was smiling.

Azzi closed the door slowly behind her, back pressed to it for a second longer than necessary, her smile still lingering like Paige’s arms had never left.

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#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #pazzi #pazzi fics #uconn #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #wnba #wnba basketball #dallas wings #ncaa wbb #wbb

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secretl1fe0fm3 · 2 months ago

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36 & 37 with dombillie!! Please🙏🏽🙏🏽

consume - billie eilish x fem!reader

prompt #36: “i know i said we couldn’t do this anymore, but i need you. please.”

prompt #37: “oh, fuck- do that thing with your tongue again.”

warnings: smut, slight angst, dom!billie, situationship, dirty talk, oral(both receiving)

an: i kinda got carried away on this one (shocker) and its definitely longer than expected but oh well! enjoy!!! (also, i finally changed my layout, do you guys like it?? im lowk obsessed hehe)((shoutout chase atlantic for yet another title))

18+ minors dni!!!

It was nearly 1AM when the knock came. Sharp, deliberate, like she knew you were still awake, even if you hadn’t texted her back in three days.

You hesitated, staring at the door, heart already pounding. You knew that knock, and you hated that you did.

When you opened the door, Billie stood there in an oversized black hoodie with the hood up, her blonde hair tucked away, and the same unreadable look on her face she always wore when she came crawling back.

“Hey.”

You should’ve shut the door. You should’ve told her to fuck off. But all you could do was stare at her lips.

She didn’t wait for permission as she pushed past you, walking inside your apartment, kicking off her shoes. Her eyes dragged over your bare legs, eyes glinting with need as your sleep shirt rode up a bit, exposing your lace panties.

“Seriously?” you snapped, trying to pretend like her being here didn’t already have your thighs pressing together. “You said we were done.”

“I know.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper, her fingers brushing your wrist as she leaned in. “I know I said we couldn’t do this anymore…” Her lips grazed your jaw. “But I need you. Please.”

The way she said it, her breath warm against your neck, cracked something in you.

“You’re such a fucking liar,” you breathed, grabbing a fistful of her hoodie as your mouth found hers in the dark. She kissed you back like she was punishing you for ignoring her. Her tongue grazed over your teeth, the full weight of her body pinning you back against the wall.

“You miss me?” she murmured against your lips, her thigh pressing between yours as you shamelessly grinded down on it. “Did you get off thinking about me?”

“Fuck you,” you gasped, but it came out breathy and needy.

“Oh, I plan to.” She smirked, pulling her hoodie off in one slow motion, revealing a black tanktop underneath, her breasts spilling out over the tight top, it made your legs weak.

She pushed you toward your couch without breaking eye contact, her voice a low command.

“Sit.”

You obeyed immediately. Of course you did.

She knelt in front of you, dragging your panties down your legs. Her nails scratched lightly along your inner thighs, and then her mouth was on your already soaked core without warning.

“God, Billie.” Your head fell back, hips twitching as her tongue flicked right over your clit. She hummed against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your spine as your hips bucked up again.

“Tell me how much you missed this,” she murmured, lips slick with you, eyes half-lidded as she looked up at you through her lashes.

“I—fuck, I did—missed you—”

“Yeah? Missed my mouth?” She circled your clit with her tongue again relentlessly, then flattened it and dragged it slowly through your slick folds.

You moaned loud, no longer trying to hold anything in.

Billie slid two fingers in slowly, thrusting them deep and curling them upward while her tongue continued its assault on your wet heat.

“Oh, fuck—do that thing with your tongue again,” you choked out.

She did, without any snarky comment, and harder this time. Your legs started shaking as you threw your head back against the couch, your orgasm hitting you hard as a loud moan reverberated off your apartment walls.

When you finally caught your breath, she pulled back, mouth glistening, eyes dark as she took in your wrecked appearance.

“Your turn,” she smirked, already pulling her tank top off, letting it fall to the floor as she stood up. She looked down at you with an unspoken desperation. “On your knees.”

You sank to your knees in front of her, still flushed and breathless, heart pounding like you hadn’t just come undone for her not even a minute ago.

Billie looked down at you with her hair tousled and lips still slick from you. She tilted your chin up with two fingers, the two fingers that were just inside of you.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “On your knees like a good girl.”

You swallowed, heat flooding your cheeks at her words, but the way your thighs clenched together gave you away.

“You like this,” she went on, stepping forward until her thighs brushed your face. “You hate how much you like it.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her legs, no panties underneath—of course. She never wore them when she came to ruin you.

You stared up at her slick folds with blown pupils, licking your lips instinctively. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up her slit, slow and deliberate, and she hissed through her teeth.

“Fuck—” Billie tangled her fingers in your hair, tugging hard. “Don’t tease. You know what I like.”

You moaned into her, tongue circling her clit before diving deeper inside of her. She rolled her hips against your face, panting and grinding down desperately.

“Just like that,” she gasped, hips twitching. “You know how to fucking worship me, don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, not with your mouth occupied, but you moaned in agreement, hands gripping onto her, nails digging into her thighs.

Billie tugged your hair harder, pulling your face impossibly closer. “God, your fucking mouth babe… You were made for this.”

She was close and you could feel it.

With a few more flicks of your tongue over her clit, Billie cried out, grinding down as she came hard, hips jerking, mouth falling open in a breathy moan.

She didn’t let go of your hair right away. She kept you there for a second longer, twitching against your tongue as the aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her.

After a minute, she finally pulled back and you looked up at her, mouth and chin soaked, legs aching from kneeling.

She knelt down to your level, cupping your face, smirking slightly at the mess she’d made of you.

“I’m the worst thing for you,” she said softly.

You nodded, lips brushing hers. “I know.”

Billie kissed you again, this time more calculated, slow, and almost gentle, like she never wanted it to end. When she pulled away, her breath hitched against your lips.

“But you’re not gonna stop, are you?” she whispered.

“…No.”

She smiled at your admittance, eyes glinting with what seemed like a flicker of love. “Good.”

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#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish smut #wlw #billie eilish imagine #billie x reader #billie eilish x fem!reader

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cloudyskydreams · 7 months ago

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Hello I have a request how would all the papyrus’s react if the reader came up to them and gave them a spontaneous kiss and walked away like nothing happened like a tease

Ps love your writing keep it up with the good work 🙏🏽

Ahhh hi! Nice to see you in my inbox hehe this is a fun ask and I had some motivation before work so I thought I'd get it done! Thanks for the kind words! Hope you enjoy ::3! Just saw this said the Papyri but I went ahead and did the sans too lol.

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Undertale

Sans:

Chuckles as he watches you walk away. He doesn't do anything about it for a bit before he pulls the same thing with a little extra spice. He waits till you're doing something before coming over and pulling you close to him pressing kisses along your jawline till he kisses you on the lips and then walks away with a satisfied grin. What happens next is up to you.

Papyrus:

Blushes from the kiss and watches you walk away in shock. He thinks about it for the awhile not really realizing you're teasing him and just assuming you wanted to surprise him with a kiss before coming up with his own plan to kiss you back. He sets up an elaborate scheme that has way too many parts and it all ends with him giving you a little smooch. It's all really dramatic and a little goofy but in the end you got a kiss from your sweet datemate!

Underfell

Red:

Blushes bright red and then smirks before chasing after you. When he finally corners you he presses you up against the wall and slides a leg in between yours. "can't get away that easy sweetheart." He purrs as he leans in and kisses you passionately slipping his tongue into your mouth the first chance he gets as his hands slide down your body.

Edge:

Stunned for a second before smirking and grabbing you by the hips to pull you back into his chest. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING PET." He'd say with a husky voice in your ear as his hands firmly hold you against him and he pressed himself into you. He bites down gently where your shoulder meets your neck and then releases you. "KEEP BEING A TEASE AND I'LL HAVE TO PUNISH YOU." He says lovingly and then walks away with a smirk.

Underswap

Blue:

He leans into the kiss as you pull away and looks at you with a small pout before smirking as you walk away. It's so on. The rest of the day is full of Blue teasing you. "Accidentally" rubbing up against you or whispering naughty things in your ear while you're doing something. You may have won the first battle but that's because he let you, now he's determined to win the war and he won't stop until you're begging him to go further.

Stretch:

He blushes from the surprise kiss but returns it quickly and tries to wrap his hands around your waist but you're already backing away. "aww honey don't be a tease." He says as you walk off with a satisfied smirk. He waits a bit before enacting his revenge, which is him pulling you onto the couch into his lap and refusing to let you go as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

Horrortale:

Axe:

He stiffens up when you kiss him out of no where his thoughts short circuiting. He blushes a nice deep blue and simply watches you walk away his eyelight expanded to fill his socket. He stands there for a bit before continuing on with what he was doing. He'll probably forget it happened so it's easy to get him again and again and see his adorable reaction.

Willow:

He smiles at the kiss also doesn't really realize you're teasing him. "Thank You Dear I Love You" he calls out softly as he watches you walk away. He thinks about the kiss all day until he works up the courage to find you and kiss you back. He'll walk up shyly and try to figure out how he wants to do this as with his bad back he could bend over but it would hurt. So he picks you up underneath your armpits gently and presses a kiss to your lips softly. Then he sets you down turns a bright orange and makes a smooth escape.

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girliism · 9 months ago

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nerdy!art who based on his physique and good looks should be getting any and every girl he wants but instead he chooses to hide away in his books. he’s top of all his classes and does extra credit work for fun on the weekends, according to his roommate patrick he’s kind of a loser that needs to get out more. patrick invites him out to a lot of parties but art just ends up in the corner nursing only one drink before leaving early.

you were the opposite everyone on campus knew you. you went to every party thrown but you weren’t some slut you just liked being around people. now you weren’t stupid by any means but you also weren’t top of your classes.

“what do you mean i’m failing.” you looked at your math professor who just told you that if you don’t pass this upcoming test you’d fail his class. “i don’t think you’re understanding the material very well that’s why i assigned you a tutor.” a tall blonde with thick rimmed glasses walks up to your professors desk. “this is art, i’ve asked him to help.” art gave you a small wave. you’ve seen art around campus sitting under trees reading or stuck in the corner at a party. he was quiet only spoke when spoken to, you had no idea he was even in this class.

art cleared his throat. “you can come by my dorm tomorrow if you’re free.” art held on the door for you to walk out of. “tomorrows fine with me. you’re patrick’s roommate right?” art nodded “cool! i can get your dorm number from a friend of mine.” you smiled big at him. art gave you a closed mouth smile back before you guys waved goodbye.

“can you please not be here when she comes over.” it was saturday the day of yours and art’s tutoring session and he’s been cleaning up their dorm. “right i forgot you’re having a girl over.” patrick says raising eyebrows up and down before placing his cereal bowl in the sink not bothering to wash it. art pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge. “we’re just studying.” he mumbles going to wash patrick’s dish. patrick ended up leaving so art had the dorm to himself when you showed.

you sat on the couch in their dorm studying the place instead of the math problem art was trying to explain. “you got lucky pairing with zweig this dorm is partially an apartment.” art stopped talking to look around his dorm before shrugging going back to teaching you. “ugh i’m so jealous i’d kill for a dorm this big-” “you like to distracted yourself from your work when you don’t understand it.” art said cutting you off. you just stared at him not knowing what to say. art senses the awkward tension he created. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you feel bad just if you payed attention i think you could really get it.” art spoke softly and you just nodded finally shutting up and listening to him.

studying with art was kinda fun. every saturday you’d meet at his dorm and listen to explain more in depth what your professor didn’t. at first art was very rigid but after a while you got him to loosen up. he now laughed openly with you and made stupid math jokes.

“ART!” you ran over to where he was sitting under a tree. art closed his book standing up when he saw you rushing toward him. “look what i did.” you shoved you test paper in his face smiling. “a B congratulations you’ve officially passed.” you couldn’t contain the squeal that came out of you when you pulled art into a tight hug. “no thanks to you. how will i ever repay you.” you pouted. art just shook his head saying there was no need. you gasp. “delta phi is having a party tonight you have to come and hang out with me.” the second art heard the frat name he was already declining. “parties aren’t really my thing.” art scratches at the back of his head. “bullshit dondalson, you saved me from failing which mean we have to celebrate. you’re coming weither you like it or not.” you gave art an excited smile and he gave you a nervous one back.

(a part 2 will be happening 🙏🏽) part 2.

#girliism #challengers #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #nerdy!art

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houseofblve · 2 months ago

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hi gorj can we have an angel one shot about what went on at the double date and maybe bits where reader realizes rafe is having fun🙏🏽

𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚝.2

𝗒/𝗇, 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗃𝗃, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

rafe loved y/n—he loved her more than words could say. but right now? he was questioning every single decision he'd ever made.

he'd hung out with y/n and her friends before, though never exactly by choice, but this time felt different. it wasn’t just another big group hangout—it was a double date. with jj and pope.

"we're going to have so much fun," y/n grinned as she slipped into the outfit she’d picked out.

rafe dramatically flopped back on the bed, grabbing y/n's cat, miso, and sitting her on his chest. "fun? i can think of a thousand things i'd rather do than this."

"don’t act like you’re not excited."

"i’m not acting," he groaned. "i think i’d rather kill myself."

y/n rolled her eyes as she finished getting ready. "you're so dramatic. come on, let’s go."

rafe let out an exaggerated sigh, reluctantly setting miso down before sitting up. "where are we even going?"

"bowling, of course."

rafe groaned once more. "fucking bowling? really? are we freshmen in high school?"

"quit being a little bitch and get up," she said, pulling him off the bed and playfully slapping his ass to hurry him out the door. he was already wishing the night was over.

"strike, baby, woo!" jj cheered, watching all the pins crash down.

"how?! literally, how?!" y/n grumbled.

rafe grabbed a ball, walked up to the lane, and rolled it, knocking down all the pins.

"fuck yeah!" he shouted, barely containing his excitement as jj groaned.

"good job, baby! we're doing so good," y/n cheered, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"we? i think you mean me," rafe teased, smiling at the kiss.

"yeah, rafe and i are carrying you two," jj chimed in.

"in my defense, i’ve made it very clear that athletics are not my thing," pope said, rolling his ball... straight into the gutter. "how the fuck does this always happen?"

y/n winked. "let me show you how it’s done, pope," she said confidently, rolling her ball—only for it to fall into the gutter, too. "goddamn it."

"jesus fucking christ, you two are awful," rafe said, jj nodding in agreement.

y/n plopped down next to rafe, a huge grin on her face. "you're having fun," she whispered teasingly.

rafe scoffed, looking away. "no, i’m not."

"yes, you are. you’re totally enjoying yourself."

rafe knew she was right, but he'd never admit it. there was nothing worse than being proven wrong. "i'm just into the game."

"oh, please," she rolled her eyes, nudging him with her shoulder. she knew him too well to miss the truth.

by the end of the night, rafe and y/n had won, and y/n spent the whole way home bragging about it to jj and pope, who insisted that rafe had done all the heavy lifting. rafe chuckled, chiming in with them and agreeing.

y/n gasped. "why are you all ganging up on me? i’m literally just a girl."

rafe pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "it’s okay, baby. we wouldn’t have won without your ten points. it was still more than pope’s score."

"oh, fuck you," pope rolled his eyes.

when they got back to the apartment, y/n and rafe went to her room. rafe collapsed on the bed, dramatically flopping onto his back. "so fucking tired," he murmured, closing his eyes.

y/n grinned, climbing on top of him. "so tired because you had so much fun."

"if i admit that i had fun, will you stop harassing me?"

she nodded eagerly. "promise."

he sighed and hesitated before finally saying, "okay, fine. i did have a little fun. but you better not tell anyone i said that."

"i would never," she grinned, already pulling out her phone to text the girls.

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thirteenheavens · 10 days ago

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Hello, good evening! or good morning or good afternoon aksjsjd sorry🥲

Do you still accept requests? If yes, can you please make Prof!Cheol x College! student oc fic?🙏🏽 Thank youuuuu!🫶🏽

Ps : sorry if my grammar is wrong ajznsjdh🥲

Yes Mr Choi || Choi Seungcheol

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Sir kink, Age gap but student is in uni

Notes: hope you guys enjoy this I spent so long on this! Last fic of the night <33

Seungcheol notices you daydreaming in his class again, his usually patient demeanor starting to crack. The entire class has already finished their work, but you're still scribbling aimlessly on your paper.

"Miss Y-N," he says firmly, walking over to your desk. "It seems like you're not taking this lesson seriously." His voice carries a hint of authority as he stands over you, arms crossed. "I've given you plenty of chances, but your behavior needs to change."

"Maybe I just find this class boring, sir," you respond defiantly, finally looking up at him. "Or maybe I just don't care." Seungcheol's jaw tightens at your attitude, his dark eyes narrowing. He leans down closer to you, lowering his voice so only you can hear.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he whispers harshly. "And it's going to get you into trouble." He places a firm hand on your desk, caging you in with his body. "After class, you're staying behind. We need to have a serious discussion about your behavior." Your friends snicker at your situation, watching as Seungcheol walks back to the front of the classroom. He shoots them a stern look, silencing their laughter.

As the bell rings and everyone else files out, you gather your things reluctantly. The room feels different with only you and Seungcheol left behind. He stands at his desk, watching you with a mixture of irritation and something else you can't quite place. "Come here," he commands firmly.

"Yes sir," you say, walking to his desk with a hint of attitude still in your voice. "What did you want to talk about?" Seungcheol turns to face you, his expression stern but with a hint of desire behind his eyes. He takes a step closer, his tall frame towering over you.

"Your constant disrespect and daydreaming in my class," he says firmly. "It ends now."

"We're not even five years apart," Seungcheol continues, his voice dropping lower. "Yet you seem determined to treat me like I'm some old teacher." He moves even closer, backing you against his desk. "You need to learn some respect," he says, his hand gripping the edge of the desk beside you.

"But I have a feeling you're just looking for attention," he adds with a knowing smirk. "And I'm going to give it to you."

"Oh really?" you challenge, your heart racing as he traps you against his desk. "And how do you plan on doing that, Mr. Choi?” Seungcheol's eyes darken with desire as he leans in closer, his lips hovering near your ear. "I have my ways," he whispers huskily.

His hand moves to your hip, fingers digging into your skin possessively. "First, I'll make you focus. And then..." he trails off, letting his breath fan across your neck. Seungcheol abruptly steps back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "This is inappropriate," he mutters, clearly torn between desire and professionalism.

"I'm your teacher," he reminds himself more than you, turning away to create some distance. "And I need to maintain boundaries." His breathing is uneven as he struggles with his own attraction to you. "But God, you make it hard." Seungcheol takes one step forward, then stops himself again. His internal battle is visible on his face - wanting you but knowing he shouldn't.

"You're testing my limits," he says hoarsely, voice thick with desire. "One more step and I might not be able to stop myself." He runs his tongue over his lower lip, gaze raking over your body with barely concealed hunger. "Do you even understand what you're doing to me?"

"Maybe I want you to lose control," you say boldly, moving closer to him. "Maybe I want to see what happens when you finally give in." Seungcheol's breath catches in his throat as you close the distance between you. His hands clench into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to touch you.

"You're playing with fire," he warns, voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm the one who's going to get burned." Seungcheol grabs your wrist, spinning you around and pressing you against the desk. His body is flush against yours, pinning you in place.

"You're such a little tease," he growls in your ear, one hand sliding up your thigh. "Always pushing my buttons, testing my limits." His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. "But I'm done playing games," he says roughly. "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Seungcheol nips at your exposed neck while his hand continues its journey up your thigh. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he confesses between kisses. His fingers brush against your core, finding you already wet for him. "Fuck, you're soaking," he groans, pressing his hard length against your backside.

"And you're mine now," he says possessively, fingers teasing your entrance through your clothes. "No more teasing. No more attitude. You're going to do exactly what I say."

"Make me," you challenge, arching your back to press against his erection. "Show me who's really in charge here." Seungcheol lets out a feral growl at your defiance, roughly flipping you around to face him. His dark eyes are filled with primal desire as he grips your chin.

“You asked for it," he says, voice dripping with authority. "On your knees. Now." Seungcheol unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, revealing his thick cock. "Suck it," he commands, gripping the base. You drop to your knees obediently, looking up at him with desire. His free hand tangles in your hair again, guiding you toward his throbbing length.

"Show me how much you want this," he demands, sliding the tip across your lips. "Make me believe you deserve to be taught a lesson." You part your lips and take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his head. Seungcheol lets out a deep groan, watching intently as you work his length.

"That's it," he praises, thrusting gently into your mouth. "Such a good girl when you're not being a brat." His grip on your hair tightens as he starts moving faster, hitting the back of your throat. "Take all of it," he commands, growing more dominant by the second. You struggle to breathe as he fills your mouth, tears forming in your eyes from the intensity. Seungcheol notices your discomfort and eases up slightly.

"You're doing so well," he says with a smirk, wiping away your tears. "But I want to feel your throat." He holds your head still and pushes deeper, testing your limits. "Swallow around me," he orders, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "I want to see you take every inch." You obey his command, swallowing around his thick length. Seungcheol lets out a guttural moan, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Fuck, that's perfect," he groans, holding you in place. "You're such a good little cock-sucker." His thighs tense as he gets closer to release, his control slipping further. "I'm going to cum down your throat," he warns, fingers tightening in your hair. "And you're going to swallow every drop."

With one final thrust, Seungcheol releases into your mouth, holding you firmly against him as he empties himself. "Drink it all," he commands, watching your throat move as you swallow. When he finally pulls out, you gasp for air, his taste lingering on your tongue. Seungcheol helps you stand up, supporting your weight as your legs tremble.

"Such a good student," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Now let's see how you do in my private lessons." Seungchel bends you over his desk, your skirt flipped up to expose your bare skin. "Look at this perfect ass," he says, massaging your cheeks roughly.

"You've been a naughty student," he continues, delivering a sharp smack. "But good girls get rewarded too." His fingers trace along your wet folds, finding you dripping with need. "I'm going to make you scream," he promises, teasing your entrance with one finger. Seungcheol slides one finger inside you, then another, pumping them in and out slowly. "You're so tight and wet for me," he groans.

"I've imagined this moment so many times," he admits, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. "But the reality is better than any fantasy." He adds a third finger, stretching you while his other hand reaches around to rub your clit. "Cum for me," he commands. "Show me how much you want to be fucked by your teacher." Your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm builds, your legs shaking uncontrollably. "I'm close," you moan, pressing back against his hand.

Seungcheol increases the pace, his fingers working you expertly while his palm presses against your clit. "Cum for me, now," he demands, biting your shoulder through your shirt. Your body convulses as you reach your peak, crying out his name as pleasure courses through you. "Such a good girl," he praises, working you through your climax.

As you come down from your high, Seungcheol withdraws his fingers and steps back to admire your shaking form. "That was just the beginning," he says darkly. He unzips his pants further, freeing his fully hard cock again. "Now it's time for your real lesson," he says, positioning himself behind you.

"You ready to be fucked properly?" he asks, teasing your entrance with his tip. "Because I'm not holding back anymore."

"Please, Mr. Choi," you beg, looking back at him with desperate eyes. "I need to feel you inside me." Seungcheol grins at your pleading tone, pushing just the tip in. "Begging now?" he teases. "What happened to all that attitude?" He holds still, waiting for your response while his hands grip your hips possessively. "I'll give you what you need," he promises. "But you have to be my good girl."

"I'll be your good girl," you whimper, pushing back against him. "Please, sir. Fuck me hard." Seungcheol groans at your words, his control snapping completely. He slams into you with one powerful thrust, filling you completely.

"You asked for it," he growls, setting a brutal pace as he fucks you roughly against the desk. "This is what happens when naughty girls provoke their teacher." The desk shakes with each thrust, papers scattering to the floor as Seungcheol takes you from behind. "You're so tight," he pants, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Your pussy was made for my cock," he groans, hitting deeper with each stroke. "Say it - say it was made for me." Your body bounces with the force of his movements, your walls fluttering around his thick length as pleasure builds again. "It was made for you," you cry out. "Only you, Mr. Choi!"

Seungcheol's rhythm becomes erratic as he nears his second release. "I'm going to breed you," he growls possessively. "Fill you up with my cum until you're dripping with it." His hand moves to your stomach, pressing down as if imagining his seed filling you. "Tell me you want it," he demands, his pace brutal.

"I want it!" you scream, feeling your orgasm building again. "Please, fill me up, sir! Breed me!" Seungcheol releases a primal growl as your words push him over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, releasing his hot seed with a powerful groan.

"Take it all," he grunts, holding you tight against him as he fills you completely. "Every drop is for you." Your walls milk him as you cum again, both of you shaking from the intensity of your combined orgasms. "Mine," he whispers possessively, resting his forehead against your back. After several moments of heavy breathing, Seungcheol finally pulls out and helps you stand. His cum drips down your thighs as he turns you to face him.

"You're mine now," he says again, pulling you into a deep kiss. "I'll teach you properly from now on." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. "Here's my personal number," he says, tucking it into your hand. "Call me tonight when you're ready for another lesson." Seungcheol watches you walk away, his eyes lingering on your swaying hips. "Until next time, Y-N," he calls after you, already planning his next move.

As you leave the classroom, he leans against his desk, adjusting his pants. "She'll be back," he thinks to himself, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "She's hooked now." From now on you’re always on time to his lectures and always paying attention. Every time Seungcheol catches your eye in class, he gives you a knowing smirk. Your studious behavior doesn't go unnoticed by him he's watching you with even more intensity than before.

After class, you receive text messages from him during office hours: "Good girl, paying attention now. Want to discuss your extra credit assignment tonight?"

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