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sashi-ya · 3 years

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{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH.3

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU ♥Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory. ♥Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages. ♥TW: Heavy NSFW. Unprotected sex – this is just fiction, don’t forget to take care of you and your partners while having sex! . A bit of toxic behavior from Law. Drama (a bit much). No further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥Thank you for the likes and follows, I appreciate it them so so much! If you wanna know when I’ll be updating the next chapters, you can follow me on Twitter @LawIsMyWaifu, come interact I love to have mutuals that love Law and One Piece as much as I do

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Chapter 3

Little moans escaped my mouth, as he pinched and twisted, softly, the most sensitive parts of my breasts. “Can I show you something?” he asked, now looking at me with lasciviousness. “Uhum”, I moaned, desperate to know what he was going to do. He then slipped a little sexy laugh and said “ROOM” and quickly the circle of power was surrounding us. I’ve always told him that inside of it my senses enhanced, this time wasn’t the exception. He then expressed “counter shock”. I lost my breath, because I knew how deadly that attack was, but instead, a soft electricity ran through his fingers through my nipple, making me squirm.

Every little shock my skin experienced, was slowly sending me to heaven. Pangs travelling directly to my core every time I heard his seductive laugh. He was enjoying this; he certainly knew what he was doing.

Law then crawled over me, placing his tattooed, well defined, tanned arms at each side of my face, kissed me and ordered me “stand up”, with a lustful smile.

And without questioning, I did as he told. I stood up in front of him, who also stood up and told me to wait right there. He reached his katana, looking at me with almost a wicked look. “I hope you don’t get cold”, he said and unsheathed the Kikoku. Widening my eyes, I heard him express “Scan” followed by a movement of his hand that took all my clothes, even my underwear, right away.

I was left completely naked in front of him. My cheeks turned to red, and I wasn’t able to move. He approached me while slowly taking his shirt off, exposing the perfect anatomy of his torso. I traveled with my eyes every single black line of his tattoos, the way they garnished his skin, his abs, the little scars that remained from fighting at Dressrosa. Oh, so tempting, so enticing. I was so needy for him. I wanted to get railed by this man, real hard.

Law licked his lips subtly, while looking me up and down, when suddenly violently grabbed my neck with his right hand. He was not choking me, nor caressing my skin. He applied just the perfect pressure to the sides of my neck and with his knee roughly separated my legs.

The skilled fingers of his free hand reached my sex. “You are already so wet, Y/n-ya”, he said, discovering how aroused I was. “I want to get you even more wet”, he whispered next to my ear. I could only say his name in between gasping breaths. I couldn’t focus on more than primal desire.

He began to move his fingers in circular motions over my clit, and slowly introduced his thumb on me. In and out.. In and out... and with every moan I let out, he increased the pressure on my neck.

The surgeon let go of me, knelt and started kissing my stomach softly, downwards, arriving at my thighs, kissing and biting the inside of them. I stretched my head back and instinctively grabbed his hair. Law loudly growled and placed his mouth over my sex, licking up and down, tracing also circles, enjoying my flavor, as he said, “you taste delicious”. My legs started to get weaker. I was groaning, heavily breathing, until I let myself go, when he made me reach the peak of my pleasure.

“Now, let me show you how skilled I am with my mouth, too”, I said, slowly putting my hands onto his hips and pulling him to me so we could be facing each other more closely, Slowly kissing first the commissure of his lips, and then placing a kiss onto his lips. I noticed he was breathing more heavily and when my stomach met his I could feel his erection against my lady parts. I pushed him into a big wooden couch. I hopped onto his lap. Being over his lap made me feel his sex pressed, rubbing against mine while I started moving with an exquisite motion. We kept kissing, touching, feeling our flesh spellbound from his scent, that now has turned into the mix of his sweet perfume with hints of sweat.

Kissing first his neck and then leaving a trace downwards, his collar bones, lower… lower. I stood up and kneel at his feet.

I took a long time to enjoy his well-defined abs going lower till getting to his navel. My ears were blessed with his low moanings, the little spasms that his muscles did every time I came closer to his skin with my mouth and how he got his head thrown back. I followed the happy trail of little hairs that took me to his pelvis, perfectly determined by the V shape his lower abs formed.

I stopped as he bended down, placed a kiss on my forehead and then onto my mouth, I gave him another in return and put my head down. It was time for me to show him my oral skills were serious shit. I was delighted with how he groaned and came arching his hole lower back from the pleasure my mouth has given to him.

Outside the blizzard was still intense, as I could see through the window, after Law not letting me rest a bit was behind me pushing me against the wooden wall. My cheek was pressed on the cold glass of the window, that slowly fogged with the steaming heat of my skin.

Law grabbed my chin, passing his arm from behind brushing his thumb softly over my lips. I opened my mouth softly, receiving his finger into my mouth, slowly sucking it.

I could feel his hard rock bulge against my ass, so I reached for it, passing my hand back. “Fuck me, Law”, I said begging to be filled with his member. “That’s what I’ve been waiting to do for so long, Y/N-ya”, he moaned.

He rubbed his manhood, first over my buttocks, then in between and finally over my vagina, softly lubricating it with the fluids of my arousal.

My "best friend" inserted his dick inside of me, softly, slowly, but not completely… it felt like a sweet torture and I, begging said, "just fuck me already, please, I want you". I sounded - and I was - desperate to feel the sensation of his hard sex fully invading my insides. He laughed, with a side smile, that I could not see, but that I felt on the skin of my back, because he was pressing his face against it. And with a big thrust stretched completely my walls.

He moved his hips in a certain way, not so violently but firmly, in and out. ” Mh.”... I didn't want to be loud, because hearing his accelerated breath, his groans, was heavenly. “Faster, faster please”, I asked him to increase the rhythm of the pounding. He did. Beads of sweat covered both of our bodies while we got there. I finished followed by Law, who filled me up with all of his love juice. The sensation of being full of his fluids inside of me was delectable, I even remained still just to feel it flow and drip from my insides into my thighs.

Both were sweaty, exhausted but drunks from each other, so we moved to bed. And after some more hours of letting ourselves indulge in the pleasure of lust, our bodies fall into exhaustion… The storm was not near to be over, outside the blizzard was still violent, and the strong winds have destroyed some of the pines of the forest. Law put his left arm around me, bringing me close to his chest and I placed my head on it, as well as my hand over his abs. He kissed my forehead and we both went to sleep…

A patch of sunlight hit my eyes. Lying next to me, Law was still asleep. I stood up slowly, trying not to wake him up because I know how exhausted he gets when uses his ope ope no mi. And he certainly did waste a lot of energy all night long with the little shocks of his “counter shock” and maintaining the “room” active, just for me, to feel even more intense every little sensation.

The logs of the fireplace were no longer burning, so I got a little cold. I saw Law’s shirt on the floor, picked it up and put it on. It was long enough to cover half of my thighs. I was spellbound from his ambrosial scent.

My stomach was growling as the hunger took over, when suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door of the cabin. Outside was sister Alley, a few children and Gerald with a big basket. Quickly I grabbed my jeans and opened the door slightly. “Doctor Y/N!!” shouted one of the girls trying to force the door to be completely open and peeking through it. “Where is the tattooed doctor?!! I wanna see him!! the other kid asked, almost shouting. Gerald told them to be quiet and handed me the basket with a look of complicity. I thanked them and they came back to the main building.

Inside the basket there was a bunch of food for us to have breakfast. I started laughing when I saw a big baguette, because I remembered how much Law hates bread… God knows why.

While preparing some tea, I watched the man that sent me to heaven a few hours ago, peacefully sleep. I could have stayed there forever, just the two of us. No worries, no responsibilities, no danger.

“Puru puru puru”. Rang my Den Den Mushi. “Gatcha. Y/n, where the hell are you both? it’s morning already! I’ve called you several times but somehow this thing won't connect”, reproached Penguin. “Shh stop yelling, Law is asleep. We were supposed to return yesterday, but the storm got worse than we thought. We will be there in a few hours. Enjoy the island a bit more until we get there”, I told my crew member. “You both slept in the same room again, Y/N? When are you going to announce the wedding? hahaha!”, Penguin mocked me. “It’s not what you think, don’t be stupid, she’s like my sister, we are done with the chatty. We’ll be there in a few hours, prepare to sail”, Law suddenly appeared from behind taking the speaker of the transponder off from my hand, reprehended his subordinate and hung up.

“She is like my sister” ... those words hit me harder than expected. I’m not your sister… I’ve never… Oh lord… I shook off the thought and gave him a smile, followed by a “Good morning, I made you some tea”. “Thanks”, he expressed almost apathetic while brushing his hair with his fingers. “Can you give me my t-shirt back?”. My smile slowly disappeared. Why is he being so rude?, I thought, and a feeling of upset was installed in me. “Yeah, here, take it” I said, taking off the shirt and almost throwing it at him. I was naked, both of my breasts were exposed, I wasn’t ashamed anymore, I was mad. “Cover yourself, Y/n-ya.” He voiced and directed his gaze to the window. A few tears began to blur my vision, I felt used, I felt like I was nothing but a toy for him.

I grabbed my clothes, put them on, and left the cabin slamming the door. Outside the sun was shining, the forest showed the aftermath of the blizzard, the level of the snow was considerably higher than yesterday and a cold, almost icy breeze played around with some sections of my hair. I started walking, I needed to be alone.

“Y/n-ya where are you going?” I heard Law calling me from behind, but instead of turning back at him I kept on walking. “Y/n-ya!”. I decided to ignore him. I was so mad, so hurt I didn’t even know what to say to him.

“Room… Shambles!” I heard and suddenly the log in front of me got changed for Law. “Where the hell are you going? the orphanage is the other way!” he said out of breath. “I’m not going there, I am not allowed to take a walk… “brother”?”, I articulated while a sting of sorrow hit my heart.

“Stop it right there, Y/n-ya. What happened yesterday was nothing, ok? let’s forget about it.” he said, strongly.

“Forget about it? Are you kidding me? You basically used me… I’m your best friend!... why did you....”, I suddenly stopped, I realized that despite him acting like this, I wanted that. I was guilty, too. He was my best friend… and what we did, probably will change our relationship, forever.

Tears started flowing from my eyes. I wanted him to hug me, to comfort me, to wipe my eyes as he has always done. But this time, he didn’t. Instead he started walking away, turning his back to me.

I stayed right there a few minutes, after falling into my knees on the cold snowy ground, while I saw him zooming off from my vision, expressing an inaudible, full of sorrow, “Law”. Holding the necklace with one of my hands, so hard it almost hurt my skin.

Why does it hurt so much?, is it because he had wounded my pride? Or because I felt guilty?.... It's none of that.. All of a sudden it strikes me that I was in love with him. I’ve always been. And I repressed the feelings so many years convincing myself it was just fraternal love, for the sake of the relation and the crew. The shock produced by this whole situation made me realize I can’t restrain my feelings anymore…

I started walking back to the cabin, the cold breeze was almost crystallizing the tears over my cheeks. The icy wind, the immensity, the loneliness of the mountain scenery was the perfect metaphor for what I was feeling right now. I’ve always felt safe, protected knowing Law was at my side, but now… it’s probably over, I felt alone, for the very first time in ages.

I could only hear the sound of the snow under my feet with every step I took mixed with me sobbing, thinking If I should leave the crew… Will I be able to handle loving him, yet treat him as a brother?, or even maybe just a crewmate?

When I got to the cabin, Law was waiting outside, crestfallen and probably upset. I decided to ignore him and entered the place where a few hours away our bodies merged as one. Grabbed my bags with the sweaters I had bought yesterday and headed out.

We walked to the orphanage, no talking, not even looking at each other.

A few kids hugged me, and that type of pure love somehow warmed my heart a little bit. While Law was giving the nurses some more indications to follow for the treatment, Sister Alley noticed my red eyes and nose and asked, “You seemed so happy this morning, are you ok? Have you been crying?”. I couldn’t help but tell her -half of- the story. I trusted her, somehow she reminded me of the noon Law always remembers from Flevance. “Calm down, darling, give time to time. I’ve seen how he looks at you. Even if he says no, his eyes show different. I’m sure he feels the same way as you. Be calm and you will see”. Calm… ha, my favorite power from my devil fruit, I thought.

I thanked her for the advice, hugged her and asked Gerald to take us to the city center

During the whole ride I remained silent, choking back tears, and repeating the noon words over and over. “I’ve seen how he looks at you”, how does he look at me?...

Law was calm as usual and exchanged a few words with our driver until we got to our destination.

“Thank you so much doctors for all of your help, I hope to see you again someday. We will be happy to have you here in better conditions”. “Thanks for your hospitality, and send my regards to your wife, I hope she gets better!” I said, waving at him goodbye.

We started walking downtown heading to where the Polar Tang and the rest of the crew was waiting for us. “Oi, Y/n-ya…”, my “best friend” said grabbing my wrist.

I violently moved my arm for him to release me. I expressed coldly “Don’t worry, I’m not saying anything, forget about it”.

Bepo was on the port waving at us, yelling our names. I don’t know why but I ran directly to him, hugged the big polar bear and sunk my head on his soft belly. “Aya aya, Y/N! you missed me I see. Well, have some garchu!. I missed you and captain too!”.

We boarded the yellow submarine and I headed directly to my room. I jumped into bed and cried my eyes out.

The day passed, and I didn’t get out of the room during the whole day. I excused myself, stating I was tired of the hard work we did with the sick children of the island.

The night came and my stomach was growling from hunger. Yet, I didn’t want to face anyone, especially Law. But suddenly, someone knocked on my door. "Y/n-ya, you have to eat, open please I bought you some food". Said Law, from the other side of the door. “I don't want it, I’m not hungry”, I lied. “Don’t be such a whimsical baby, open the door.”, he ordered me. “I’m not opening, GO AWAY”, I expressed this time shouting, to which he replied, “I’m still your captain, open the door right now”. Bastard… I opened the door with the worst of the attitudes. He entered my room with a plate in his hands and sat on my bed.

“Stop acting like this, Y/n-ya. You don’t see the problem? We’ve been like brothers and sisters for more than half of our lives. What happened yesterday shouldn't have happened. It's just… It’s not ok. You, you are my little sister…” He yelled at me with a cracking voice. “We are not siblings, Law. Sure, you are my family, but we are not brother and sister. Why don’t you see? We have no blood ties. We have kissed before, you even told me yesterday how much time you’ve been wanting to fuck me…” I made a pause, and even If I wouldn’t want to say it, my mouth didn’t hold back... “I love you, that’s it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle this, I LOVE YOU”.

Law gasped, widening his eyes. We looked at each other. His eyes said, “me too”, but his mouth expressed words that stuck into my heart as arrows… “I don’t love you, I wanted sex, ok? that's it. I was horny”.

A single teardrop fell from my eyes and while it ran through my cheek I said, “Law, I’m leaving the crew” ...

Chapter 4

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insufferablelust · 4 years

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THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE (vi)

okay but that gif sent me to blazing hell, anyways! this is the 6th installment to the series! i hope you enjoy! it’s kinda a filler chapter to make straighten the plot line, thank you for reading! MASTERLIST for earlier chapter.

WARNINGS : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, no actual smut, allusions to sex and pre-BDSM talk, traumatic past, Huge Build up (sorry loves), Cheesy fluffs.

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

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{ love is a world of it’s own, that lives in the heart not in the head. -Diana & Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds }

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I love you

I love you.

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The next morning, had me smiling. It was the longest sleep i’ve gotten in awhile and one that doesn’t have nightmares, all because he’s here. Spencer’s here, i shuddered as i felt his arms tightened around my waist and his legs tangled with mine. It felt so good just to know that we’re both safe and sound inside each other’s embrace, even if it’s temporary.

I listened to his breathing for awhile, he sounded so calm, there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to ease all of his worries and soothe the very thing that had him overthinking everything. His mind is a complicated place, he said so to me one time that “You never know what its like to be the prisoner of your own mind.” he didn’t know then that i’m still trying to get out of mine.

I bit my lip hard, as the memories from last night flooded back, i used to promised myself to not say any of my past to anyone, but now Spencer knows and i’m terrified that something will happen to him. Bad things tend to occur when they know the real me, and i won’t let anything happen to Spencer.

I shake away my bad thoughts and move on to the more exciting time of the night, god— i could still feel the way he touched me, the way he whispered so cruelly yet so lovingly. It was different from the first time we had sex, he was gentle whereas that time he was rough, dominant. I love both Reid’s, and yet i just can’t seem to get the thought out of my head, “How did he know that much about Dominance and Submissive play?” It’s not just common knowledge on how to perfectly bound someone or edge someone right? according to your experience, His techniques were as sophisticated as someone who had years of BDSM training.

“I could’ve sworn that dream was real.” Spencer’s morning voice pulled me out of my thoughts, i turned my head to see him before flashing him a smile and giggled. “Penny for your dreams then?”I muttered jokingly which he told me that it involved me and him, i stifled my laugh as i hid my face on his neck, immediately feeling the immense calmness radiated from his scent alone.

“Remember that one time, on the picasso signature case?” He mumbled sleepily against my hair, “how could i not remember? that case is the one that changes everything.” I looked up to him then, ran my fingers through his hair.

“I remembered just how flushed you are, i always liked you since the beginning, i just.. i just don’t know how your reaction would be so i kept it a secret.” He paused to look down at me, tucking my hair behind my ear, then continue,

“But then i started noticing little.. changes in your behavior, so i observed you for weeks which i know is creepy but hey.. i was practically in love with you at that point, you got anxious a lot around me which you hid it really well but then that one time during a case you just completely went flushed and your pupils were dilated, your breathing labored— which convinced my theory.” He explained, with eyebrows raised and a smirk itching to appear on his godforsaken lustful lips.

“Mmm, which is what Dr.Reid?” I batted my eyelash up at him, not knowing where my sudden burst of confidence appeared from but not caring either. “That you feel the same way about me, if not romantically, then at least sexually.” There it is, his lips curved up at one side— i was about to answer but beat me to it- leaned against my ear and whispered, “Stop with the act or i’ll spank your ass purple.”

“Oh Spencer, you’re saying it like it’s something i wouldn’t love.” I scoffed as i sit up on the bed, then straddled his hips. My respond lit up something inside him, something primal that i can see it in his eyes, his demeanor changed 180 which sent thrill to my skin.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“I think i am, and so are you.”

“Oh i am pet, It’s fascinating how much you think you have control when it’s been showed clearly on who’s in charge, by the marks on your skin, and the burning sensation between your legs.” It felt like he poured all the molten lava on top of me to leave me burning, the way he said all of that turned me on beyond belief.

“You forget that i’m in control of you, and by so i can take away the things you ‘love’, when we talk about our relationship later, i’ll make sure spanking won’t be in the list of punishments— since you’re such a needy masochist.” I can’t help but to whine at his words, only to confirm all he said is true, true to every damn detail.

“S-Sorry sir and yes we need to talk about it..” I was so flustered i couldn’t think of anything else but that, i knew if i asked for him to touch me now he would just laughed, so maybe i can try to get back in his good mercy.

“There you go, you have manners after all. We’ll talk about it over breakfast, go and shower, i’ll make french toast.” He make sure to kiss my lips before patting my bum as a signal that I need to get up, which i happily did so. “Oh and sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir?”

“If i find you touching whats mine, Expect to be denied with ruined orgasms for a week.”

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The smell of french toast cooking hit my nose on the perfect Sunday morning as i stepped out of the bathroom, quickly drying myself off then went to my closet to pick out an outfit that was both comfy but also would make Spencer goes crazy. I smiled as i saw a vintage dress i’ve owned since college, it was a Sabrina type dress that stopped right above my cleavage, showing plenty of skin from there up to my neck.

I put on the dress quickly, decided not to apply any make up, and comb my hair to let it fall freely. I stand in front of the mirror to see how i looked, the sight made me shiver, the marks he had given me last night littered all over the exposed skin of my neck down to my collarbones, I bit my lips at the thought of bearing more of his mark as a way to show everyone that he owns me. Body and soul.

After a good 5 minutes, i snapped out of my thoughts and head downstairs right to where Spence is plating the french toast. “Go sit on the table. I’m almost done” He ordered, so i sit down, waiting for him to finally see me, my knees bounced against the table as i waited in anticipation.

“Y/N stop being anxious, your knees keeps—“ He demanded, only to be cut off when he saw me. He stopped dead at his track, holding both plates in each hand, his eyes widened a little as his breathing got labored at the sight of me, Spencer bit his lip hard taking a deep breath, before placing your plates in front of me, and his plate opposite of mine.

As you thought he was about to sit, he strolled to my side, hands immediately gripped my jaw and pulled me out of my seat— his hand are so tight around my jaw, i’m sure it’ll bruise, good. I took in the state of him, like i could see the red in his eyes as his were burning holes through my skull.

Then his grip moved lower to my neck, grasped it softly, not enough for it to bruise but enough to give me a warning. “You have no idea how much i want to put a nice collar on your neck, and bend you over this desk right now.” He whispered roughly, his other fingers trailed against my lips side to side.

I opened my mouth so he can pushed them in, letting me suckle on them as he chuckled “We’ll talk first, we have a lot to talk about. But since you’re pretty adamant on teasing my like this, if you agree to be mine later after we establish how this is going to work— best believe i’m going to ruin you.” My knees buckled at his proposition, Doesn’t he realized that i’m already his? He owns me the moment i let him open me up inside out.

“Bribing me already Dr.Reid?”

“Oh baby, i’ll make sure you’ll earn your lesson.”

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You moaned the second you tasted that sinful french toast, god isn’t Spencer supposed to be terrible at cooking? then how come this tastes like literal heaven? the perfectness oozes out of this fine looking toast dripping with hon—

“You’re really testing me now, Y/N.” He intertwined his fingers around each other before putting them in front of him, the manner suggest proper intimidation, clearly it worked for you. You replied with a whisper “Sorry sir, it’s really good.”

“Before we start to discuss our relationship, i’ll allow you to ask me questions about anything and everything that’s been going on. You gave me closure yesterday, and i shall give you closure too.” You kept eye contact as you wonder what to ask, which one of the thousands of questions in-your head that you were going to ask.

“Y/N?”

“How um how’d you find out about me? my past?” You nervously asked, this is something important to you, if Spencer truly found out then sooner or later you’ll have to face the consequences of everyone finding out too, probably even deeper than what’s Spencer been digging.

“I had my suspicions for awhile, when you first joined, you looked way too trained to be 25. No one is that trained unless they have basic skillset, everyone were suspicious too but decided to not question anything. But like i said,” His eyes were sharp, and you can feel the goosebumps rises at the sound of his tone. God he always managed to make you nervous.

“You intrigued me. So i did some digging of my own, asked Garcia to hand me your file, to my surprise before the age of 14 Y/N Bones never existed, Your surrogate father is smart, but he still leaves crumb Y/N. I’m just surprised the bureau didn’t question it when you joined,” He paused as he clench and unclench his jaw, the sight alone made me squirm in my seat, i’m not sure if i’m even listening at this point.

“So i searched deeper, even asked one of my friends Elle to do a deep background search about you so that it’s not someone on the team, and we both found out that you.. breezed your way through the psych eval that you have an astounding result. Your records are squeaky clean yet, there are pictures of you when you were 17 so we generate how you might’ve looked like when you were 10 to 15 years old and then we found...”

“The missing kid from a mob murder house in Italy, last seen by the chauffeur that was killed moments after he talked to the police, the poor guy was new— he never been briefed on what happened when something like that occurred.” You finished his statement as you looked down, your eyes closed momentarily as you tried to process that this man knows everything about you and now your secrets will be revealed to the world.

“Y/N, listen to me,” You’re that good at controlling your face whenever someone confronted you, thats why you’re able to breezed through your basic psych eval like a magnet. “Let me see you, not the walls you’ve put up.” Then when he said that, you felt like you never really knew yourself, all these years, you’ve put up a persona that was strong enough to handle everything even if you chipped away apart of your psyche every time something traumatic happened.

“This is me, Spence.. It’s who i want to be..”

“No, it’s killing you. All your life you’ve been directed, told what to do, controlled. But then you gained some sort of control when you finally was able to get free from your surrogate father, yet you don’t like it right out of the start so you keep up because that’s what kept you survive, get you inside the bureau so you won’t legally be touched once your father died, am i correct?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why you tried everything to give up control again, you joined the club right?” That made you red in an instant, How the hell did he managed to know so much about you? you’ve tried your damn hardest to be discreet about it, event as far as going to the club thats far from where you lived.

“I-I, Spencer this is too much information..” You trailed as you bit your lips at the thought of him knowing the inside and out of you like you’re one of his book, part of you were glad that you don’t have to keep everything to yourself anymore, that you don’t have to worry about control— you want to relinquish control, and he’s the only one that has made you feel comfortable when you give him all of you, and you don’t want it to stop. But you two are coworkers, FBI agents in the same field nonetheless there’s no way Hotch would agree to anything you propose.

“I know it is, Y/N. But you don’t have to go through it all alone now okay? i’m here, i know and thats good.”

“What do i have to do? Tell Hotch the truth about my past?” You chewed your lower lips as you think about all the possibilities that could happen, one being the most obvious which includes you being investigated and then fired. Or there’s one where the FBI would uncover Mr.Bones’s ties to Italian mob, which means you put all of them in danger. Then there’s one—

“Stop it, stop thinking for a second, and stop biting your goddamn lips, i swear.” He took you by surprise as he went over to your side and place you on top of the table in front of him before sitting down on your seat himself. “I-I’m sorry, i just.. don’t know what to do.. i don’t want to resign or get fired, i love this job, you’re all my family.”

He took my hand in his, and hold it tight before pressing a kiss on each fingertips, “You’re way too valuable of an agent to get fired and Hotch knows that, love. The worst thing that can happen is they’ll investigate and you’ll be forced to tell them what happened and how it went from there. Y/N you have no absolute ties with them, you were a victim.”

“You don’t know how powerful they are, the reason why i wanted to be apart of this job is to go after them Spence, and i’m getting nowhere close to even find any trace of them.”

“As much of a genius as you are, combining 8 heads instead of one will have a different outcome.” He joked, which makes you chuckled as you sighed and nods “Can i think about it first?”

“Of course, but do know that they’ll find out whether you tell them or not. And it’s better if it’s coming from you, not genius detective work of Garcia.” He sternly remind you, as you nod, and smile at him, muttering a small “okay..”

“Now, do you have any other question?” He pulled you closer, his hand practically grasping your bum cheeks, making you blush. “I-um..” you stopped as the words you were about to let out got stuck on your throat.

“Y/N, when you’re being asked, speak up clearly.” He scolds, which made your heart twisting in an uncomfortable way, showing how much you hate it when he gets disappointed at you. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. um— how did you know so much aboutsubmissionanddominance?” You rushed the last bit as you close your eyes in embarrassment, He made you feel so timid.

“What was that, baby? Didn’t quite hear the last bit?” He muses with a wonderful smirk formed on his ridiculously handsome face which makes you want to roll your eyes but decided otherwise since you don’t wanna get punishment this early.

“Submission and Dominance, Sir.” He play his game, and so you will play yours, only fair right? oh he thought so, his lips quirked in amusement before chuckling,

“How do you think i found out about that club you joined hm?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you try to click things inside your head before you came to a realization...

“Spencer... are you— are you?”

He’s a goddamn member isn’t he?

“3 years, Princess.”

You’re fucked, Once again.

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peachyunjinnie · 4 years

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Lee Felix A-Z

chan minho changbin hyunjin jisung felix seungmin

masterlist making out with felix

pairing ➛ lee felix x female reader

genre ➛ a - z list

warnings ➛ mention of kinks

synopsis ➛ this is an alphabetical list of smut themes, from aftercare to kinks everything is covered in this post.

word count ➛ 1.4k

author’s note ➛ i am back with another A-Z. to be honest i had to think for a second because the duality of lix is kind of complicating. but i hope you enjoy !!

A: Aftercare

He is kind of lost, but really wants to be there for you. He will ask you every 2 seconds if you’re okay or if you want something to eat or a bath/shower. He is such a sweetheart and only allows himself to relax when you’re fast asleep.

With a long stretched ‘fuck’ and him cumming inside in your throbbing walls, he took some minutes to calm down and stood up to get a wet towel. He cautiously cleaned you up and massaged your thighs.

“Babe, do you need anything? A bath? A snack? Something to drink-” his voice slightly shaking not knowing what he should do, now.

“Lixie, I want you to come here and cuddle with me.”

A small smile spread over his beautiful lips and he crawled to me and kept me in his arms for the night.

B: Body

On himself:

He really likes his freckles but his abs are his capital. He works hard for them and wants people to know that he keeps himself fit. He is really proud of his body so he would pretty much love his abs the most on himself.

On his S/O:

He absolutely adores you in any way, but your hair has something that he cannot stop thinking about. He loves your length and the color. He thinks it suits you. He l o v e s to play with them when he is bored or when the two of you are just talking with each other. He also loves your little reminders, you give him. If he forgets something you are the calendar for him. It shows him some sort of affection that he goes crazy for.

C: Cum

He would prefer inside but he as well likes your mouth. Your puffy lips spreading the cum. This boy can messy, not minding where he cums. He could literally cum anywhere on your body and he would love it.

D: Dirty Secret

He watches hentai. He seems like the type to watch them so secretly. He doesn’t want to be judged by anyone so he just does it when NOBODY is around. No members, No You and Not any other human being in the radius 2 miles. For real this boy really is a scared baby when it comes to his little dirty hentai side.

E: Experience

He has a little experience. He joined JYP when he was 17-ish and at that age he could’ve literally do anything. I think that he may have had a relationship, but much more than that Felix is not that extremely experienced.

F: Favorite Position

Lix loves when you ride him. He has a perfect view of everything. Of this gorgeous body and most importantly your facial expressions. When you hit too deep and it reaches your G-Spot of how your little nose scrunches up and your eyes shut together tightly. He is in complete love with his sight and sometimes accidentally thrusts upwards to see your reaction.

G: Goofy

He is such a goofball but when it comes to fucking he gets serious. He just wants to do anything for you and make you feel comfortable that he gets way into the thought of having to satisfy you that he forgets to be the goof that he normally is. But you don’t mind it at all.

H: Hair

I’ve been thinking about what I should write and I’ve come to the conclusion that I have no idea. I want to say that he is bare but I can’t trust my guts on that one. I think your own imagination will be way better though.

I: Intimacy

He is very intimate. He just wants to be close to you and make you feel every single inch of him. He wants to caress and stroke your body. Shower you with kisses and make you feel as precious as you are.

J: Jack Off

This boy can get so freaking horny from time to time that it’s really concerning. Out of nowhere you could be standing there and he would whisper in your ear that he needs you now. He would fiddle his violin maybe 3-6 times a week? Felix is horny and needy.

K: Kinks

Slight BDSM: Giving

Praises: Receiving, Giving

Slight Choking: Giving

Slight Bondage: Receiving ,Giving

A little Daddy Kink: Receiving

L: Location

He prefers to stay in bed but a little exhibitionism isn’t something he would say no to. Maybe a blowjob backstage or on the couch of living room in the dorm. He likes the small adrenaline rush, he had the fantasy of fucking you in the dance practice room and he loved it a lot so he suggested it once.

M: Motivation

Titties. He is loves them a lot. Small, big he doesn’t care. He loves how soft they are and how his cum drips down from your chin. How they bounce when you ride him, how they are covered with purple and red bruises once he is done with you.

N: No

I think Felix would definitely hate hurting you or being too harsh on you, so blood play or knives play is a big no. If you would recommend it he would try to but you would see that he is having such a hard time.

O: Oral

He is a big big big blowjob enthusiast. He admires how your small mouth can do all of this magic, how you can make him feel euphoric. Lix may not be experienced but boy he knows what he is doing, with his tongue and his lips. Girl, he may not be a pro but he can do something.

P: Pace

He goes for a slower pace and gets faster with time, if you know what I mean. He starts out with slow and long thrusts, and works himself up. His sensual and intimate thrusts develop into a hard and deep jolts.

Q: Quickie

Lix as said in Location, can do some quickies but doesn’t do it too much. His fear of getting caught is pretty permanent, so he does it sometimes in places like dance practice rooms or in the dorm. When he knows that you like it then he would definitely be down to do it more than he already does.

R: Risk

The adrenaline is what he loves, the blood rushing through his body and the head full of thoughts about getting it done fast is what gets him going. Backstage lix would ask you to help him with his ‚problem‘ and not long after that you two could be found in the bathroom with his member in your mouth.

S: Stamina

His stamina is pretty good. Maybe for 2-3 rounds but after the 3rd round his energy would lack. He can do it with some foreplay.

T: Toy

He doesn’t really have any toys whatsoever, except for a small vibrator. He prefers to please you with his mouth or his dick but sometimes when he gets too deep into fucking you he grabs the vibrator and gets you screaming.

U: Unfair

He can get a little unfair but not as much as the others (Minho, Chan and Hyunjin) but that does not mean this boy will not get you hot and needy. Him on stage is pretty much how teasing he can get.

V: Volume

Felix‘s volume is a very very low. His iconic line in 3rd eye is kind of how low it can get when he lets out a small groan or says something like „Princess, you like that?“. His groans and moans next to your ear while he thrusts into you slowly and sensually.

W: Wild Card

You two once tried BDSM and he was enjoying it more than he wants to admit. He liked the blindfolds and the whips but he is still a little bit scared to seriously harm you but with your reaction and your moans he gets more and more confident with his dom side.

X: X-Ray

A good 6 inches. On the thicker side and a little veiny. He is a little bit bent but that reaches all of your spots so well that you could not complain whatsoever.

Y: Yearning

Let’s be honest he yearns for you everyday. He just really wants you by his side all the time and just wants to make you feel like the goddess that you are.

Z: ZZZ

As said in Aftercare, Felix is so tired and worn out after but he will still be awake or tries to be until you are asleep. In case you need something.

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wheresmynaya · 4 years

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Lopez’s 8 Ch.6 | Brittana

Also available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & below the cut!

Remember all that trouble that was bound to catch up to Santana? Well, it has and she’s loving every single minute of it because in this case trouble’s name just so happens to be Brittany S. Pierce.

Before, her thoughts revolving around the heist were usually what kept her up at night, but not anymore thanks to a less than PG encounter in Brittany’s garage. Since then, Santana and Brittany haven’t been able to keep their hands to themselves. It’s so reminiscent of how they were before Santana went away and she’s sure they probably shouldn’t be doing this, but she also knows that depriving either one of them of great sex is kind of a lost cause.

So now when Santana wakes in the middle of the night, it’s not because she’s stressing over the many details of her grandmaster plan. It’s because she’s too focused on giving midnight snack a whole new meaning.

Santana’s limbs are bit stiff as she slowly wakes after another sleepless night. There’s a little nip in the air and Santana’s exposed skin blossoms with goosebumps. She tries to cover up, but the sheets are wound around Brittany’s torso.

Once a blanket hog, always a blanket hog apparently.

Upon the movement though, Brittany begins to stir. A mess of blonde hair lifts from the pillow and slowly turns to reveal a disgruntled, very sleepy Brittany.

“Too early,” She mumbles as she sneaks a peek at Santana.

Something warms within Santana and she’s too tired still to catch the smile she lets escape.

“I don’t think it’s that early anymore,” Santana says through her grin. She doesn’t even think when she brings up her hand to brush Brittany’s hair from her eyes, “You’ve stolen all the sheets.”

“Sorry,” Brittany smiles into the touch, albeit a little lopsided, but she’s adorable nonetheless as she pulls the sheets from her to share.

Brittany rolls onto her side – unraveling herself from the sheets – and lays her hand on Santana’s hip. The sheets are barely covering the tops of her breasts and Santana can remember the exact moment last night when her face was right there between them.

She’s sure she could get back in there now, she doubts Brittany would even stop her. The sheets are barely hanging on so with one little tug, Brittany would be revealed and Santana could have her mouth on the blonde in no time yet again.

Sounds like a win for both of them!

“There’s a habit forming,” Brittany points out. She sounds a little more awake this time as she watches Santana with a weak smirk on her lips.

If there’s a habit forming, fucking let it.

“Hey, you came into my room this time,” Santana says. Her hands inch closer until she can feel Brittany’s taut stomach. She’s warm and Santana fans out her fingers to feel more of her. Maybe she can put her mouth there instead? She can suck kisses all the way down her abdomen – slow and teasingly – until Brittany pushes her the rest of the way.

Yeah, that sounds even better than her first plan!

“You texted me at 3am with You up?” Brittany says smugly, “And we all know what that means. You wanted me to come in here and put it on ya.”

Santana blushes because she’s not exactly wrong.

“Yeah well, I wasn’t the only one who was a little needy,” Santana challenges as she starts to slip her hand down just past Brittany’s belly button, “Isn’t that right? How many times did I make you…”

Brittany’s smug grin quickly fades as Santana’s hand moves lower. A blush covers Brittany’s face and she fights the urge to buck her hips at the touch. She sputters a little for a reply and it makes Santana swell with pride. Anytime she can trip Brittany up is a moment to celebrate, it just never gets old and she’s always use to the roles being reversed.

“You’re trouble, Santana Lopez,” Brittany says playfully with her eyes narrowed.

“So are you,” Santana chuckles as she withdraws her hand and settles it on Brittany’s ribs.

Brittany flinches at the touch, the feel of Santana’s fingertips tickling a little at her side, but she focuses instead on her own trail up and down Santana’s arm.

“I missed doing this,” Brittany tells her. Santana isn’t sure what this is, she figures Brittany means the sex because that has always been a main player in their thing second to crime and she can’t help but to agree.

“Yeah,” Santana she says because she feels like Brittany’s waiting on her to say something.

“Sex with you is the best,” Brittany adds wistfully.

Santana just nods this time. She can’t really concentrate on unpacking that when Brittany’s fingers keep trailing up and down her arm.

Her touch is featherlight but it’s the look on her face that does it. She’s a little sleepy and sated and everything about her just screams warmth. Santana really just wants to wrap up in her and lie in bed forever which should be a giant red flag for her, but she doesn’t move. She doesn’t roll away and she doesn’t push Brittany out of bed like she use to.

She just lies there and soaks this moment in. This is what waking up to Brittany every morning could be like: easy. There’s only been a handful of times where Santana’s let herself feel this and the thought makes her smile.

“See. Prison did make you soft,” Brittany teases gently.

Santana’s smile softens. Brittany’s words are like a reality check for her. Prison she said and it makes her think of the time she spent there and the heist and Dani and her talk with Quinn.

She has to get her head on straight, she can’t get caught up in Brittany again. She’s got a job to do, they both do and more importantly she has something to tell Brittany. Something she told Quinn she’d handle but hasn’t and the longer she waits the darker the storm clouds seem to get.

Santana rolls onto her side, “I gotta tell you something,”

“Mhmm,” Brittany hums as her hand glides up over Santana’s shoulder, along her neck, then goes to tuck dark hair behind her ear, “What is it?”

Santana licks her lips to speak again but the movement of her tongue captures Brittany’s attention and her eyes zone in on plump lips begging for a morning kiss. As she watches Brittany, she wonders if bringing up Dani right now is the best move. They’re enjoying themselves and she doesn’t want to ruin their morning by starting an argument – no matter how playful it might be.

“Prison did not make me soft,” Santana whispers.

When Brittany lets out a laugh, Santana knows it was the right move. God, she could watch her laugh on a loop in slow motion probably for the rest of her life and be completely okay with it.

“It totally did,” Brittany jokes as she pushes to sit up. The sheets fall and pool around her waist as she smiles down at Santana, “It’s okay though. I happen to find that face you make very cute.”

It’s another blow for Santana. She feels like a yo-yo, being drawn to Brittany and trying to find the will to push her away in one smooth motion. It’s hard for her to sever the ties when Brittany’s literally topless right now and staring at her like that. Then she goes and calls Santana cute? How can she keep from swooning? How can anyone possibly resist?

Santana Lopez is fucked.

“What face?” Santana wonders helplessly.

Brittany boops her on the nose, “That one.”

Santana frowns and it makes Brittany laugh again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brittany assures her before leaning in to press a kiss to Santana’s dopy frown.

Then she’s flinging the sheets off of her and goes on the hunt for her lost articles of clothing and just like that, Santana’s worries are swept away for the moment all because Brittany said so. Whatever she was meant to bring up, she has long forgotten now.

Santana can do nothing but stare as a very naked Brittany wanders around her room. It’s a great sight to see and Santana rests back against the headboard with her hands folded behind her head. The longer she watches the faster her invasive thoughts seem to disappear and become replaced with nothing but Brittany.

When Brittany catches her staring, she swipes Santana’s tank top that had been discarded too and throws it at her face with perfect aim.

“Hey!” Santana squeals but it’s muffled beneath the top.

Brittany just giggles away as she slips on her shirt, “You want to go out for some breakfast with me?”

Santana’s heart flips at the question but she can’t tell if that’s good or not. They’ve gone out for breakfast before afterwards so what’s the big deal?

“Wait, what time is it?” Brittany rambles as she slips into her shorts next, “Can we still get breakfast?”

Santana eases a little because Brittany is just so Brittany. Of course she’s thinking about food within the first ten minutes of waking up and that’s all that this is. Their thing is supposed to be simple and easy so why the hell is Santana trying to complicate it?

“You can eat breakfast at any time these days,” Santana tells her.

Brittany shakes her head and mutters, “So confusing.”

“Yeah, it is. We can go though,” Santana answers, “But I have to shower first.”

Brittany glances over just as Santana finally gets out of bed. Blue eyes drag up and down Santana’s bare body with this hungry look which Santana can practically feel until she covers herself up with the sheet.

“You know, I can feel you doing that,” Santana points out through her smirk.

“You can feel more of me if you want?” Brittany flirts. Santana just rolls her eyes.

“I thought you were hungry?” Santana challenges with a hand on her hip.

“I am,” Brittany husks as she closes the distance and pulls Santana in close.

“For food,” Santana clarifies but Brittany just starts to litter her neck with kisses.

“Yeah. We can do that after,” Brittany mumbles against Santana’s skin. Her breath makes Santana shiver and the sheet falls from her grip and drops to the floor. Now that she’s completely exposed, she can really feel that nip in the air.

“Fuck Britt, it’s freezing in here.”

Brittany pauses and wraps her arms around Santana for warmth, “I’m sorry. I told you this place is a bitch to heat.”

“It’s a total mood killer,” Santana jokes and watches Brittany begin to pout, “Plus I’m pretty sure I just heard your stomach growl.”

Brittany looks down between them, “You couldn’t wait, could you?”

Santana giggles and starts to pull her towards her bathroom, “Come on. Maybe if you hurry there might be a little somethin’ somethin’ in it for you.”

Brittany beams at the possibility and quickly gets the water going.

They’re at the café down the street awhile later and Santana’s already on her second cup of coffee. Brittany’s still trying to decide between pancakes and waffles while Santana just watches her behind the mug. There’s that crinkle between her brows that only pops up when she’s in deep concentration and it takes everything in Santana not to reach out and smooth it away.

“What are you getting, San?” Brittany asks for the third time.

“I told you already,” Santana chuckles as she snaps out of it, “I go for the same thing. You know that.”

“Don’t you want to switch it up?” Brittany asks without looking up from the menu. Her pointer finger drags along different menu items while she informs Santana of all her possible choices.

Santana just laughs, “I know what’s on the menu, but I like what I like.”

“How can you be sure if you’ve never tried anything else?” Brittany questions.

“I have,” Santana assures her, “How about you focus on picking something before the waitress kicks us out?”

Brittany gapes at Santana, “She wouldn’t. Would she?”

They both glance over to their waitress who is leaning against the bar giving them the stink-eye.

“I’d like to see her try,” Santana says as she glares right back, “But hurry up, I’m starting to get hangry.”

It doesn’t take much longer after that before Brittany’s ready to order and the waitress’s spirits are instantly lifted. Also, it’s kind of hard for anyone to be annoyed with Brittany. She can charm the pants off of just about anyone.

“So I heard Mercedes is close to getting the revised camera plan from McCallister Security,” Brittany tells her like the heist is the perfect topic for small talk in such a public place.

It must be because Santana perks up, “Really? She’s fast.”

“Yeah she is,” Brittany says proudly, “And the blind spot is almost done. Maybe in a few days it’ll be ready for a test run?”

Santana’s impressed by all the updates, “We’re so close to being millionaires. I can almost taste it.”

Brittany scrunches her nose, “Money tastes weird.”

Santana chuckles as she feels her phone vibrate with a new text. Maybe it’s Mercedes alerting her that she’s made a breakthrough? That’s the only thing that could make her day even better.

Quinn F. – Chairman’s Dinner tonight. Got Dani on the list.

Santana smiles devilishly at the text. She’s glad she’s wrong. Today just keeps getting better and better.

After breakfast – which is more like an early lunch by the time they get to the café – Brittany and Santana go their separate ways. Brittany has a few errands to run while Santana returns to the loft to do a bit of her own work.

At least, she had every intention of doing her own work but by the time she gets back to the loft she’s completely beat. Those three cups of coffee kind of had the reverse effect on her because she feels so lethargic now. She also blames Brittany and her magic fingers for keeping her up all night. In fact, she hasn’t really had much sleep the past few days since they started sleeping together again because someone always manages to slip into the other’s room in the middle of the night.

It’s safe to say that not much sleeping happens during those hours. She’s definitely not complaining. If she had to lose sleep over something, she’s glad it involves Brittany but it does take a toll on her after awhile.

“Hey Santana!” Tina greets as the brunette makes her way through the common area. Her old friend is busy at work at her station, crafting the mock necklace and she’s doing a damn good job of it on a closer inspection.

“Wow, great work!” Santana breathes out upon seeing it nearly done.

“Thanks,” Tina beams and nods over to Sugar who’s sidled up next to Mercedes, watching her work, “I’ve had to keep my eye on that one. I swear I’ve caught her wearing it at least twice now.”

Santana let’s out a sigh and looks to the pickpocket’s direction, “Sugar!”

Sugar jolts at the sudden shout and looks up, “What? Why are you yelling?”

“Keep your grubby little hands off of this necklace, got it?” Santana warns, “We’re not playing dress up. This is business and if this thing goes missing, so help me God, I’ll kick your ass myself.”

Sugar rolls her eyes and throws up her hands in defense, “I’m all the way over here. How am I going to – “

“Just don’t,” Santana cuts her off.

Sugar makes a disgruntled face while Mercedes chuckles to herself.

“Thanks,” Tina grins.

Santana just winks.

“Did you and Brittany have a nice time?” She asks next and Santana instantly freezes. Tina isn’t looking at her, too focused on her work, while Santana begins to implode.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Santana asks and her words are lined with suspicion.

Tina finally looks up with a confused frown, “Didn’t you guys go for lunch? I was just asking if you had a nice time, why are you being weird about it?”

Santana softens and goes to knead her brows, “Sorry. I’m just a little irritable. I haven’t been sleeping much.”

“Yeah I can tell,” Tina replies looking a little relieved that she was able to avoid confrontation, “Maybe you should lie down or take a bubble bath or something? Help you relax?”

Santana smiles, “That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Tina looks a little offended by that as Santana heads upstairs.

Santana feels a little guilty for heading straight back to bed for a nap while Brittany’s out working, so she decides to make those couple of phone calls she was supposed to. They suck about an hour and a half out of her relaxation time – who knew banks took personal security so seriously – but at least she’s done with them and she can finally get to that bubble bath she promised herself.

Santana decides to really make a moment out of this and lights a couple candles around the bathroom for a bit of ambience while she waits for the tub to fill. It doesn’t take long and when Santana slowly dips into the tub, the water feels just right. The bath bomb she used has turned the water a gorgeous swirl of purple dotted with clusters of suds while the aroma of jasmine and rose fill her senses as she relaxes back.

Tina was so right about the bath, Santana feels completely at ease. She wonders why the hell she hadn’t done this sooner as she glides her hands through the suds, letting the warm water wash away all her worries. After a moment, she rests her head back and closes her eyes.

Maybe she drifts asleep or maybe only a couple minutes go by when she’s suddenly jolted by the sound of her phone ringing. There goes all her peace and serenity as she quickly dries off her hand and grabs for her phone before the call ends.

When she sees it’s Brittany calling, some of that peace and serenity restores itself.

“Hey Britt,” Santana answers.

“Hi San. So I’m at the shops looking for that thing you wanted me to find but…I can’t find it,” Brittany rambles and no matter how kind of cute Santana thinks she sounds, she doesn’t have the energy to try and figure her out.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about but I’m going to have to get back to you. I’m very busy right now.”

“What are you doing?” Brittany sounds like she’s pouting.

Santana sighs, “Things. Can you ask Q?”

“Quinn’s at work getting ready for that dinner event. What kind of things are you doing?”

Santana can hear the smirk this time but she brushes it off, “Important things, Britt.”

“How come I can hear an echo?”

Santana eyes grow wide and she sinks a little in the tub as if it’ll eliminate the echo, “I don’t hear anything.”

“That’s totally an echo.”

“It’s not.”

Brittany gasps, “You’re taking a bath, aren’t you?”

“No!” Santana tries but Brittany’s giggling too loud to hear her response, “So what if I am? You’re the on that told me to relax so that’s what I’m doing.”

“Awh, you should’ve told me. I could’ve helped,” Brittany teases and it makes Santana roll her eyes.

“Do you ever think about anything else?”

“Is that a trick question? You know your fine ass is always on my mind,” Brittany says suavely and Santana’s so thankful that she’s alone in the bathroom because she’s sure she’s a blushing fool right about now.

“You know, you’re partly to the reason why I need this.”

Brittany chuckles down the line, “What about me and what I need? I wanna relax with you in a tub too.”

The thought of sharing such a confined space with Brittany makes Santana sweat a little. Maybe it’s the warmth of the water or maybe it’s the prospect of reaching another level of intimacy; regardless, Santana’s open to it.

But soon her thoughts are interrupted by an incoming call. When she looks at her screen, a less attractive blonde is there and it makes her huff.

“You’re a mess B, but I have to go. Quinn’s calling.”

“Way to ruin the mood, Quinn,” Brittany grumbles playfully, “Can you at least send me a pic? Who knows how long I’ll be out here on the hunt for this thing. It’ll be the perfect thing to keep me going.”

Santana shakes her head, “Goodbye Britt.”

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

Santana lets out a laugh, “Maybe if you focus, you can hurry up and come home and join me.”

“But I’m an hour away!”

“Your loss then,” Santana smirks, “Bye Britt.”

“Fine. I’m going to remember this later tonight though when you’re begging me to – “

Santana swiftly hangs up on Brittany before she gets too flustered to think straight and connects the call with Quinn.

“Hey Fabr- “

“The Ego has landed.”

Santana rolls her head back and sighs, “What’s with everyone calling me about nonsense? What are you talking about?”

“That’s Dani’s code name: The Ego.”

“You could’ve done better.”

“Whatever. I’m just calling to update you. It looks like her and Rachel are really hitting it off.”

Santana scrunches her nose in disgust at the thought, “I can only imagine.”

“You talk to Brittany yet about all this? Also, can both of you just try to be a little quieter? I swear, I feel like I’m in the room with you two and I much rather not be.”

Santana sighs again, “Buy some earplugs, there are just some things we can’t help. And I told you not to worry about Brittany, I’ll take care of it.”

“So you haven’t yet..”

“Obviously not if I just said – “

“Hang on,” Quinn cuts her off to listen to something, “I just got word that we have to accommodate for Rachel’s impromptu performance. That’s a really good sign!”

“Doesn’t she always sing at these events?”

“Yes, but a stripped down version of You’re the One that I Want? That’s not on her usual set list. I bet Dani’s going to be her date for the Gala by the end of this.”

Santana looks impressed, “Damn. She really does move quick. Protect your ears, Q, I heard she’s a wailer.”

Quinn just laughs before they say their goodbyes and Santana can finally get back to her peaceful soak. But before she puts her phone away she glances down at the suds slowly starting to fade and decides to snap a teasing photo to send off to Brittany before they completely disappear. She gives the camera a sultry look – one that’s known to rile Brittany up in the best of ways – and snaps the picture, giggling to herself as she sends it off.

When Brittany returns to the loft later that night, she makes her rounds greeting the others down stairs. Usually she’s up for a bit of chit-chat, but not tonight. Tonight she keeps it brief; just checking in on how everyone’s day went before she makes her way up to Santana’s room. When she pokes her head in, she finds the brunette lounging in a silk robe on her bed scribbling in a notebook.

“Hey,” Brittany greets and the sound of her voice has Santana looking up through long lashes.

“Hi,” Santana says back as she closes up her notebook. Her eyes take in the slight blush covering Brittany’s cheeks and the way her eyes never quite reach hers, too busy lingering on her lips or the way her robe falls open.

She isn’t wearing anything underneath for that exact reason. Brittany’s put her in a similar situation once before, but their will powers are much different than it once was. Back then, just imagining what could happen did the trick but not anymore.

Brittany just continues to stare at the stripe of exposed skin as she says, “I got your picture.”

Santana quirks her brow at the sound of Brittany’s tone. She’s already so wrapped up in her daydreaming, she doesn’t even notice that she’s practically undressing Santana with her eyes.

Santana loves it and goes to reply casually, “So you’ve said.”

“Oh yeah,” Brittany chuckles and she actually looks a little nervous, “It was a nice picture.”

“Just nice?” Santana asks teasingly.

“Better than nice!” Brittany rushes out, “It was great. My new wallpaper actually.”

The slight nervousness in Brittany’s tone makes Santana’s confidence grow, “Of course it is.”

“How could it not be?” Brittany licks her lips as they fall into silence.

Santana’s trying her hardest not to laugh at Brittany’s obvious arousal and how she’s kind of just lingering in the doorway staring like a weirdo. If Santana knew sending a risky photo of her in a bubble bath would cause Brittany to short circuit like this, she would’ve done it a lot sooner.

She decides to press a little more and let’s out a faux sigh, “So can I help you with something or you just going to stand there all night and stare?”

Brittany’s eyes finally land on Santana’s and it’s like a switch has flipped within her. There’s that same cocky grin Santana’s used to when Brittany asks, “You wanna make out?”

Not the smoothest thing she’s heard Brittany say but it makes her swoon nonetheless. She’s always loved a girl who knows what she wants and although the teasing is great fun, she also loves when they just get straight to the point.

Santana smirks as she beckons Brittany over with the crook of her finger, “Get over here.”

Brittany barely gets the door closed behind her before she’s whipping off her leather jacket and Santana’s tugging her in by the hem of her shirt. It’s like a sigh of relief once she feels Brittany’s lips on her after going all day without. She breathes her in while Brittany settles on the bed too and nips at her bottom lip.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Brittany whispers hotly against Santana’s lips. She tangles her hands in Santana’s hair and feels that it’s still a little damp from her bath. It makes her wonder just how long she was in there for and it also makes her want to kick herself for being out later than she thought.

“Oh yeah?” Santana husks as she slips her thigh between Brittany’s. She doesn’t miss the whimper Brittany lets out and smiles into a searing kiss.

“Mm, yeah,” Brittany breathes out, “You looked so sexy in that picture.”

Santana smirks and starts to trail wet kisses along Brittany’s jawline until she’s just below her ear, “You really missed out earlier.”

Brittany shivers at the feel of Santana’s breath tickling her but the thought of Santana being anything but innocent in that tub really gets her going.

“What’d you do?” She asks.

Santana chuckles lowly and rolls Brittany on her back so that’s straddling her hips now. Her robe falls open all the way to reveal that she’s only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties.

Brittany’s mouth waters as her hand smooths up Santana’s toned stomach then drags down the expanse. It makes Santana shudder and she falls to brace herself on one hand. It’s the wrong move because now her breasts are very much in Brittany’s reach and she knows once Brittany gets to work on them, it’s hard for Santana to keep the upper hand.

She still tries valiantly though and flirts back, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Brittany’s almost too preoccupied with palming Santana’s chest now to even notice she said something, but a hard roll of Santana’s hips get her attention again.

“I really, really would,” Brittany says before she’s taking Santana’s nipple into her mouth. Santana instantly grinds her hips into Brittany again at the feel of her tongue on her. Dark blue eyes peek up, mischievous and filled with lust. She alternates from sucking and running her tongue over the hardening bud, loving every little noise Santana lets out.

“Jesus Britt,” Santana groans while her hand scratches at the back of Brittany’s scalp, holding her there. She’s so conflicted because Brittany’s mouth feels so good on her, “I was in the middle of seducing you.”

Brittany snickers against Santana’s breast and kisses her way to the other, making sure she gives them both equal treatment. Her hands splay across Santana’s upper back before she sinks her nails in and drags them down. Santana arches at the feel and Brittany sucks harder, marking her.

“Uh-huh,” Brittany mumbles half-heartedly.

“Damnit,” Santana moans out of frustration again, “I wanted to do you first.”

“Shouldn’t have these out in the open like this,” Brittany mutters against Santana’s chest, “You know your boobs are very distracting for me.”

“Yeah, I know but…” Santana trails off as she gets lost in the feel of Brittany’s hot mouth doing glorious things. For a moment she gets swept up but she’s able to shake away the haze and pushes Brittany down roughly.

Brittany cocks a brow at her forcefulness, a smug grin begins to form.

Santana’s quick to pin her arms above her head, “I said I wanted to do you first.”

“Okay baby,” Brittany just relaxes in Santana’s grip with this excited smile on her face, “It’s hard to argue when you’re like this.”

Santana’s heart skips a beat upon hearing her say baby again. A warmth rushes over her and settles right between her legs before she dips down for a kiss. It gets hot and heavy fast, just like it always does, and soon Santana is pulling at all the offending articles of clothing Brittany still has on.

“Take these off,” Santana practically growls.

“You do it,” Brittany whispers and Santana just about melts on the spot.

The blonde leans back a little so she can give Santana some room to work at tending to the buttons of her blouse. She can see the hungry look in those beautiful brown eyes, but Santana’s careful movements surprise her. She was totally anticipating losing another expensive top to Santana’s impatience, but she moves slow and with delicacy until she’s able to slide the article off Brittany’s shoulders.

“One down,” Santana says before she snaps Brittany’s bra off with accuracy and drops it on top of Brittany’s blouse, “That’s two.”

Brittany bites her lip as she watches Santana slide off of her lap. Santana’s eyes never leave Brittany’s as her hands move instinctively to the button and zipper of Brittany’s trousers. She begins to tug them down Brittany’s long legs along with her panties, slow and sensual. Brittany does the little butt wiggle to offer some assistance but Santana’s pretty experienced when it comes to getting Brittany naked, she barely needs any help at all.

Once Brittany’s pants joins the rest of her clothes on the floor, Santana settles between strong thighs. She’s licking her lips because Brittany’s already glistening with arousal and she really just wants to taste.

“You’re so wet already,” Santana whispers as she leans in closer.

Brittany’s watching intently from above. She feels like she’s shaking and if she wasn’t so turned on by Santana taking control like this, she’d just ask for her tongue and grind away. But she lies still and nods almost wistfully.

“Been like that all day,” Brittany informs her.

A shallow gasp escapes Santana as she looks up at Brittany, “All day?”

“Uh-huh.”

Santana tuts and lays a wet kiss to the inside of Brittany’s right thigh, “Should’ve come home sooner.” She then bites at the sensitive skin there and Brittany whines at the feel. It makes her smirk as she lays another soft kiss there before moving on to Brittany’s left thigh, “I could’ve helped.”

Brittany gulps at the sound of her own words being thrown back. She’s biting down so hard on her bottom lip that Santana wonders if it’ll leave a mark. She’s breathing so heavily now and her pretty pink nipples are just begging for Santana’s mouth next, but they’re going to have to wait their turn. She stays giving the insides of Brittany’s thighs all her attention and she knows she’s working Brittany up by the way her knees tremble every so often.

Brittany’s face is so flushed as she continues to watch Santana work. Santana gains such an ego boost knowing that she’s being watched like that so she tests the boundaries and moves a little higher, closer to where Brittany needs her most.

“I can’t believe you’ve been like this all day,” Santana mumbles before pressing a kiss just above Brittany’s clit. The blonde goes to jut her hips but Santana’s hands keep her anchored as she asks, “Can I taste you?”

“You can do more than just taste,” Brittany tells her almost pleadingly.

Santana smirks at her reply and doesn’t waste another second before she runs her tongue through Brittany’s slickness. She hums at the taste while Brittany let’s out a moan. God, she loves going down on Brittany. Just everything about her is so sexy; no matter which way she moves her tongue Brittany’s canting her hips searching for more.

And Santana gives it to her. She gives her everything she has because that’s what Brittany deserves. She deserves to feel so fucking good just like she makes her feel. Santana alternates from flattening out her tongue and making broad strokes to sucking at her clit.

“Fuck Santana,” Brittany whines as her thighs tighten around Santana’s head. She’s got her hand griping at Santana’s hair, holding her in place, while she starts to squirm in Santana’s hold.

Santana grins and starts to up her pace. Brittany’s soaked – like Santana’s cheeks and chin is covered in her – and it turns her on so damn much. To be the reason Brittany’s so close to losing control – to be the one making her feel like this, there’s no better feeling.

“Tongue,” Brittany instructs hurriedly, “Give me your tongue.”

Arousal shoots down Santana and settles low between her legs upon hearing Brittany’s request. She does as she’s told, but she keeps Brittany’s hips still as best as she can while she dips into Brittany’s heat tongue first.

“Yeah, just like that,” Brittany sighs contently as she relaxes.

She’s trying her hardest to grind into Santana, but the brunette keeps her steady and does the work for her. Soon Brittany’s building back up and her hand is threading through Santana’s hair again, pulling her in close because she just can’t get enough of her.

Santana can tell she’s close because her grip gets tighter and tighter and her hips are moving and Santana abandons trying to keep her still. Instead she just focuses on her movements and doing everything she needs to make Brittany feel good. For a split second, Brittany chances a look down and catches Santana’s eye. She stares and there’s just a glimpse of a smirk before she’s throwing her head back and arching off the bed.

“Santana!” Brittany cries out and it’s loud. Like Santana’s sure the whole loft heard her, but she doesn’t have time to focus on that when she’s got Brittany clenching and writhing about from a mind-blowing orgasm.

Santana slows her motions down, teasing her with soft flicks of her tongue and tender kisses to her clit, until Brittany’s pushing her away. She goes to pull Santana up her body, but her limbs aren’t really working. Santana chuckles lightly and does the rest of the work for her.

“You taste good, Britt-Britt,” Santana smirks as she licks her lips.

Brittany shivers through a lopsided grin before she pulls Santana in for a heated kiss. She can taste herself on Santana’s tongue and it makes her hum lowly.

“You need to do that more often.”

“What?” Santana chuckles, settling in Brittany’s embrace.

“All of that,” Brittany sighs. She rests back against the pillows in a daze, “So hot.”

Santana shrugs her shoulder trying to be nonchalant but her cheeks pink at the compliment, “Pretty sure everyone downstairs knows how you feel, talk about me being loud.”

Brittany doesn’t even look fazed as she sits up a little, “I can’t help how my body reacts to you.”

Santana laughs out at that, “Clearly.”

Brittany only shrugs as she wiggles her thigh between Santana’s legs.

Her playful reply fades as she feels just how wet Santana is. She’s been so wrapped up in the come down and pillow talk that she didn’t notice that Santana’s drenched. Brittany hikes her leg up further and Santana bites her lip at how Brittany’s strong thigh is pressing so perfectly against her.

She’s actually throbbing for Brittany and the blonde knows it.

“Like this,” Brittany says with her hands on Santana’s hips, rocking her against her thigh.

Santana frowns although it feels so good, “I need more.”

“I know,” Brittany replies but she keeps Santana’s hips grinding against her, “Like this first.”

Santana whimpers but complies and rocks against Brittany’s thigh, coating her in arousal. She glides easily and the feel of Brittany’s hands on her waist, strong and sure, turns her on even more. She tries to adjust herself a little so she can really start to ride her, but Santana’s knee bumps against Brittany’s still-sensitive center and the blonde’s movements stutter at the feel.

Santana notices and does it again. It doesn’t take long before Brittany’s grinding against her leg too. It’s like they’re competing to see who will break first as they both roll their hips in perfect rhythm.

The room fills with echoes of their breathless moans and desperate sighs, but Brittany gives up her earlier statement and rolls Santana onto her back. The brunette lands with this sexy groan and Brittany smirks as she sinks into her two fingers deep.

“Fuck!” Santana breathes out.

Her hands reach behind her head for something to hold onto while Brittany pumps into her with these deep strokes. She’s hitting all those spots only she can and it’s embarrassing how quickly Santana winds up.

Brittany’s staring down at her with her lips parted like she’s hypnotized by every little moan that escapes Santana. She smiles but it’s soft, it’s tender, it’s too intimate.

Santana’s stomach flips while her heart beats harder, faster. Her hand drifts down to feel just how wet Brittany is again. The blonde’s motions falter and Santana uses that to slip inside of tight, heat.

“Shit,” Brittany sighs and starts roll her hips in time with her pumps, “Come with me.”

Santana’s too breathless to speak, she just nods. She works hard to keep up with Brittany’s pace, curling her fingers to hit that spot that makes Brittany call out her name again.

“Britt,” Santana whines as she builds and builds, “I – I’m close.”

“Me too,” Brittany whispers and it doesn’t take too many more thrusts before they’re both tensing and riding out that wave.

Santana braces herself as she guides Brittany to her, wrapping her arms around Brittany’s shoulders. Her skin shines with sweat and she can feel Brittany’s ragged breaths as she settles into the crook of Santana’s neck. She presses a kiss to Brittany’s shoulder and hugs her tight.

“I get what you mean about being tired,” Brittany mumbles a moment later. She turns her head a little and looks up at Santana with this sleepy grin, “I’m beat.”

Santana chuckles and tries to reach for the sheets to cover them. They’ve left the lights on and she kind of regrets that now because she’s so close to falling asleep, she’s that comfortable in Brittany’s arms and so sated.

“Let me get the lights,” Santana whispers.

Brittany just hums, her eyes already closed. Santana smiles fondly and slides out from under Brittany to pad across the room to the light switch. It’s then that she notices her phone light up with a new text. On her way back to bed she swipes into the new message and sees:

Quinn F. – The song worked! Updating the Gala seating chart now.

Santana grins proudly before discarding her phone and snuggling back under Brittany’s arm. There’s a content sigh as the blonde pulls her in closer and Santana eases into the embrace.

Fuck a bubble bath, this is how you really relax.

The next day starts off with even more great news.

Mercedes was successful in acquiring the revised camera plan from McCallister Security so now, not only is the blind spot practically done, but they’ve also got an updated layout of where all the cameras are too. They can basically move around undetected while Mercedes guides them like an all-seeing eye.

With all the great progress they’re making and the awesome sex, Santana feels like she’s on top of the world!

Sugar and Tina are out grabbing lunch for everyone while Brittany and Quinn gather around Mercedes to check out the new camera plan.

“Woah, they’re everywhere…” Brittany points out, “How many did they add?”

“A lot,” Mercedes answers, “But I’ve got access to all of them. I’ll see what they see so we won’t need to worry about a thing.”

Brittany smiles and goes to bump fists with the hacker while Quinn leans in next.

“Oh, did you get my scan of the updated seating chart?” Quinn asks Mercedes.

“Let me see,” Mercedes nods and clicks around until the seating chart is brought up on the bigger monitor, “This one?”

The three of them look it over, but Quinn and Mercedes’ voices fade as Brittany spots a familiar name. She leans in closer, wondering if her eyes are playing tricks on her because there’s no way in hell that what she’s seeing is correct.

Right next to Rachel Berry is the name Dani.

Brittany stiffens as everything begins to click. There’s literally no possible way that Dani could be there because their social circles aren’t even on the same level. There’s no way it can be a coincidence either and that probably upsets Brittany the most.

This is an inside job and she knows exactly who the mastermind behind it is.

Quinn watches with this disappointed frown as Brittany works it out on her own in silence. Safe to say, Santana didn’t hold up her end of the bargain.

“Santana!” Brittany calls out suddenly as she straightens up. She looks up at Santana’s bedroom door, waiting for her to come out.

Quinn and Mercedes can hear the anger in her voice which is so unlike Brittany. They look to each other worriedly before Mercedes says, “She’s outside by the rocks.”

“Thanks,” Brittany huffs before she storms in that direction.

Mercedes’ brows rise, “I didn’t think she got mad, but damn. She’s pissed.”

Quinn let’s out an exhausted sigh, “Yeah. You don’t want to get on her bad side.”

Mercedes shakes her head, “What’s her problem?”

Quinn has an idea and slumps into the empty seat next to Mercedes, “Just a little lack of communication, I suppose. Can you take me through the camera layout again?”

Mercedes nods and the two of them keep their heads down and get back to work.

Outside, Santana’s sitting on a rock smoking a cigarette just watching the waves when she hears gravel crunching behind her. When she turns, she finds Brittany stomping her way over with this scowl on her face. It makes Santana quickly put out the cigarette and hold up her hands in defense.

“I’ve only had one, I swear!”

Brittany huffs out of annoyance as she stops before her with her hands on her hips, “I don’t care about that. What’s this about Dani being Rachel Berry’s escort?”

Santana’s heart drops to the pit of her stomach. She fucking forgot to tell Brittany, fuck! She does her best to recover, but panics and goes with not knowing a thing.

“I don’t know?” Santana shrugs, “Maybe she finally realized the whole starving artist thing wasn’t a good fit and decided to pimp herself out to annoying celebs?”

Brittany continues to glare, clearly not moved by Santana’s acting.

“What? I don’t know!”

“Don’t lie to me, Santana. I’m not an idiot.”

Santana bites her lip at the sound of Brittany’s tone. She’s really stepped in it this time. She hasn’t seen Brittany this pissed in long time and she kind of doesn’t know how to handle it. She clearly fucked up, but like – her pride.

She tries to stand her ground but her expression gives her up. She looks to Brittany guiltily and it makes the blonde let out an exhausted sigh.

“Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is. Tell me it’s not.”

“I was going to tell you –“

“Damnit, Santana!” Brittany groans and her hand goes up to press at her forehead, “When? After it was all said and done?”

Santana isn’t used to hearing Brittany raise her voice and it kicks her into gear.

“Today, I swear! I’ve just been a little distracted with the whole,” Santana waves to Brittany and the blonde laughs bitterly at the excuse.

“No, don’t pin that on me. The sex was your idea.”

Santana gasps, “Uhm no. You’re the one that jumped me in the garage.”

“Yeah, after you put my hand up your skirt.”

Santana silences; now she’s getting heated too.

Brittany just shakes her head, “Why are you doing this? Why are you involving Dani?”

“Why not?” Santana snaps, “She deserves it.”

“You’re supposed to leave that up to karma,” Brittany dismisses.

“Well the bitch was taking too damn long for my liking. It isn’t fair that she’s just going about her life as if she didn’t nearly ruin mine.”

Brittany’s taken aback; her eyes roam Santana like she’s looking at someone she doesn’t recognize. She knows Santana’s all about getting even, but she didn’t think Santana would ever leave her out of a plan. It’s like trust has been broken or something and she hates how it makes her feel.

“You’re going to get yourself tangled up with her again,” Brittany argues, “I’m not going to stick around and watch it all go to hell just because you’re pissed off.”

Santana rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, averting her gaze elsewhere. She can’t take being called out like this. She can’t take how she’s made Brittany so angry.

“You frame her and I walk,” Brittany says seriously.

Santana’s surprised by her words ,“You can’t. We’re in this together. You’re…you’re my partner in crime.”

“Partner?” Brittany questions behind a bitter laugh, “Partners tell each other things like this, Santana. They communicate! But all you want is revenge and that’s going to get us caught.”

Santana’s shoulders fall a little as she reaches out for Brittany, “We’re not getting caught, Britt.”

Brittany pushes Santana’s hands away and looks out at the water, “I can’t believe I fell for this. I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that,” Santana frowns, she tries to reach for her again, “She deserves this.”

Brittany shakes her head, “Not like this. You don’t run a job within a job. That’s like Crime 101.”

Santana’s frown morphs into a grimace. Of all people, she wouldn’t have thought Brittany would be the one giving her a grief about including Dani. She would’ve thought Brittany would be into it, would be down for giving Dani a taste of her own medicine. To see her take this stance now, it frustrates and confuses her.

“She sent me to jail. Jail, Brittany. You have no idea what that’s like.”

Brittany softens and turns back to Santana, “And you wouldn’t either if you would’ve just let me take care of it.”

Santana shies away from the too-tender look Brittany gives her. She can sense where this is going and she much rather have Brittany argue with her about how much of a dumbass she is for not telling her about the side plan.

“I can handle myself,” Santana reminds her.

“I know you can. Believe me, I know but I could’ve helped,” Brittany says, “I could’ve made it disappear and you wouldn’t have had to go through that but – I don’t know – you just left me behind.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Santana groans like the floodgates of the past have opened up, “Don’t. We were joined at the hip! Anything we did, we did together and I didn’t want to drag you down with me if shit went sideways.”

“What happened to being partners?” Brittany questions, “What happened to it’s you and me?”

Santana’s jaw tightens. This is where her reasoning for her actions gets a little unclear, because Brittany’s right. When Santana decided to leave, it was out of the blue and ever since that day she’s been flip-flopping between excuses. She’s always avoiding the truth.

“I wanted to be my own person. I already have to deal with the expectations of being Hector Lopez’s daughter. I just wanted to be Santana, not Santana and Brittany,” Santana explains and she’s not completely wrong. But it hurts saying the words aloud, it’s like she’s sinking her own ship.

She knows her place though, she knows what she can’t have and what she can’t have is Brittany.

“Since when did you ever want that? You’ve never expressed wanting to do anything on your own,” Brittany asks through her confused expression, “We were great together, like Bonnie and Clyde but like…girls.”

Santana lets out another exasperated sigh, “Why are you bringing this up?”

Brittany’s equally exhausted, “Because we’ve never talked about it and I’m tired of pretending that it didn’t happen!”

Her words hit Santana like a punch to the gut. This is like her worst nightmare becoming reality but Santana digs in her heels, “It’s in the past, Brittany. It has nothing to do with what’s going on now. It has nothing to do with Dani becoming Rachel Berry’s date.”

“Are you kidding? It has everything to do with it,” Brittany laughs as she throws up her hands, “You wouldn’t have met her if you weren’t so stuck on proving a point.”

“Oh?” Santana looks to Brittany expectantly, “And what point was that?”

Brittany pauses to regain her composure. She’s giving Santana the worst glare Santana’s ever seen, but Santana takes that moment to speak up again.

“I left because I wanted something different and you don’t get to be mad at me for that.”

Brittany shakes her head and says simply, “I don’t believe that shit for a second.”

Santana throws up her hands next, “You tell me then. Seems like everyone around here knows so much more about myself than I do. So you tell me, Britt: why did I leave?”

Brittany stares back at Santana and it’s like she’s trying to decide whether or not she wants to hold back. She’s known Santana for years and the one thing she’s certain about is that the girl is a runner. At the first sight of someone caring about her, she bolts so Brittany has had to find the balance of caring but not too much that it scares her off.

But she doesn’t know if Santana’s ready to hear that just yet.

“You didn’t want something different. You wanted someone different. You wanted the complete opposite of me,” Brittany says instead, “And that was Dani.”

“There’s that Grade-A Pierce Confidence again,” Santana quips with the clap of her hands, “Thinking it’s always about you. Well it’s not and you’re wrong.”

“She didn’t give a shit about you and you loved that,” Brittany presses.

Santana avoids Brittany’s critical gaze and looks out at the waves, “She had a plan. We were struggling, you remember? We were stuck doing shitty cons and I wanted something bigger and she had it. I’m a con-artist, of course I’m going to go with her.”

“And you just so happen to come up with that the night after we slept together?” Brittany asks.

Santana stiffens. This really is her worst nightmare coming to reality.

“What are you talking about?” Santana plays it coy as she turns back to face Brittany, “We always slept together.”

Brittany crosses her arms and takes a step closer to Santana, “That night was different.”

“What night?”

Brittany narrows her eyes, “Don’t make me spell it out for you, Santana. You know what I’m talking about.”

And Santana does, it was the greatest and worst night ever. A night she’s tried to push away but can’t ever forget.

“Seven years ago,” Brittany begins, “We just finished up with the Schuester Dealership job. It was our first with lifting cars and you were so nervous about it because it was your dad’s thing, not yours.”

Santana remembers the night clearly, remembers every single feeling. She remembers the nerves. She remembers Brittany being there for her every step of the way. She remembers the sex in the back of the Fastback afterwards.

“You were great though, a natural, and we came back to the loft with that bottle of Clicquot and churros. Remember? We called it our classy combo,” Brittany giggles but her smile falters, “We got super drunk on expensive champagne and your kisses tasted like cinnamon sugar. Then while we were having sex on the poker table you stopped and told me you loved me.”

The hairs at the back of Santana’s neck stand on end, “No. No, I didn’t.”

She can’t own up to those words that slipped out of her so easily that night, she can’t put herself in that position to be hurt, to be heartbroken. What she has with Brittany is supposed to be simple and easy, they’re not supposed to be tangled up with love.

“Yeah, you said that back then too,” Brittany replies and her expression is unreadable, “You blamed it on the alcohol and I let you do that. I tried to tell myself that you were just high on the thrill of things, you didn’t mean it. We were just partners in crime who occasionally slept together, no real feelings there. Right?”

Santana swallows dryly. She wishes she could just melt into the ground or that Brittany would forget everything from that night and they could go about their lives. It’s the most embarrassment she’s ever felt and now here Brittany is trying to dissect it all.

“Right,” Santana nods but the word sounds foreign to her.

“I remember how you downplayed the hell out of it the next morning and then you were gone. You started to push me away and I thought our thing was ruined. I thought maybe it really was the alcohol talking and then what you said to Quinn the other week about love…it all makes sense now,” Brittany frowns, “Kind of. I guess I still don’t really understand. Why would you say that if you didn’t mean it?”

“People say stupid things when they’re drunk,” Santana lies, “It’s not a new concept.”

“Of course,” Brittany says as she looks out at the water. The tide must be coming in now as waves crash on the rocks, sending spray into the air.

Santana wants to run, run far far away but she’s stuck in her spot. She doesn’t know what to say, she’s never been called out like this and she’s honestly terrified of the truth coming out. She rather just push those feelings away than to embrace them, because what if she’s the only one who has them?

What if Brittany is pressing so hard because she wants to cut and run? They have a good thing as is, why complicate it?

“You should’ve forgotten about it. Moved on,” Santana says like it’s simple, “That’s what I did.”

Brittany looks up at her, like really looks at her and asks, “Did you though? Look where you are, Santana. You came right back here, right back to me. Do you even know why you did that?”

Santana softens for a split second like there’s a crack in her walls. She speaks truthfully, “This is the closest I have to home. I feel safe here. I feel safe with you.”

Brittany’s baffled and she looks like she’s about to either laugh or cry.

“Don’t you see how fucked up that is? The teasing and the flirting is one thing, but you can’t say something like that and expect me to believe you don’t have feelings for me. Not a single one?”

“God Britt, I don’t know! Okay?” Santana shouts, “Is that what you want to hear? I don’t fucking know.”

“Honestly, no it isn’t what I want to hear,” Brittany replies evenly, “You do risky things all the time but when it’s your heart on the line, you just run away and I don’t get it. Why won’t you just be honest with me for once?”

Santana takes a step back. She needs space or air or something. It’s like she can’t breathe with the way Brittany’s staring at her so expectantly. What she’s asking of her, she makes it sound like it’s so easy to do. To just wear your heart on your sleeve and put yourself out there.

Santana can’t do that.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Do you want me to apologize?” Santana asks, “You’ve known me for years, you knew what you were signing up for.”

Brittany looks hurt by her words as she takes a step back too. She shakes her head and looks down at the ground and it’s in that moment that Santana realizes she might’ve just ruined this beyond repair.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter now,” Brittany says simply, “You’ve always been too focused on the heist to see anything else so why change now, right? This isn’t about us anyway. This is about you and your vendetta.”

What surprises Santana more than Brittany’s words is the fact that she turns her back and begins to head towards the loft.

“Don’t walk away from me,” Santana finds herself saying.

Brittany rounds on her, “Why? Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

Santana softens. Her hand itches to reach out for Brittany’s, to tug her back and apologize but she’s too damn stubborn for her own good. She doesn’t know where to begin, there’s so much she needs to say but hasn’t.

“You’re letting your need for revenge cloud your judgement,” Brittany tells her, “You’re so smart but you’re being such a dumbass right now. Dani’s going to send you to jail again.”

“She’s not,” Santana urges and this time she actually does reach out for Brittany.

The blonde looks down at Santana’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and she pauses there like she’s trying to remember how it feels to be touched by her. When their eyes connect it’s like Santana’s trying to say everything she can’t, but it’s not enough this time.

“I can’t do this, Santana,” Brittany says solemnly as she slips out of Santana’s hold, “I think this should be our last job together.”

#Lopezs 8 #Brittana #Brittana fanfiction #fanfics #I'm sorry in advance for the feels caused here lol

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snarkwrites · 4 years

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summer sizzle | selfish - sweet pea | mature.

PROMPTS USED:

To the music + dirty dancing + “I like you this close to me. You’re warm.” + “You are so fucking beautiful.” + Kiss on the neck +“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” + comfort sex + needy/clingy + touching / kissing heavy + “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” + afterglow; talking and cuddling -

AUTHORS NOTES:

Look at me, being all productive and shit, posting content not once but twice in a week. Ya’ll, it’s been a while. I’m rusty as fuuuuck I won’t lie, but.. This was fun to write, even if it was a complicated little bitch in the beginning. If enough people want it, I might actually develop an actual fic for this Andrews!Oc and Pea, because I think it could be very interesting. In the meantime, unless you’re not 18+, enjoy the smut?

PAIRING:

Sweet Pea x Andrews!Ofc. [ RIVERDALE FANDOM ]

WARNINGS:

I am baaadly out of practice writing smut, first of all. Slightly jerky behavior to start with on Pea’s part, biting, s*x, swearing, overuse of petnames, angst to start with. Porn, but heavy af on the plot because apparently, I cannot write it any other way. BUT HAHAHA! THIS BITCH REMEMBERED TO HAVE THEM WRAP IT UP. I REMEMBERED THE GODDAMN CONDOM.

No children allowed,m’kay? This is smut. Not the filthiest, probably not even the best, but it’s out there.

TAGGING:

uhh.. given that this is smut, I’m gonna tag @rampagewriting. If anyone else wants to be tagged in my stuff, follow the link below to my google doc and add yourself, yeah?

Life edit, I also tag @xxghostnappaxx to this.

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----> SELFISH, a sweet pea x ofc oneshot.

“If you want to go to the dance, Alyssa.. I’m

not

stopping you.” Sweet Pea spoke calmly, giving a shrug as if he didn’t care either way. As he gazed down at me, I sighed and shook my head sadly. I tried stepping a little closer but he backed away like usual.

At this point, I find myself seriously wondering what exactly keeps me coming back.

,, oh, that’s right you stupid, stupid girl, you’re in love with the jerk.” - the thought came, taunting me in it’s brutal and raw truth.

But a girl can only be pushed out so far and honestly?

I was sick of paying for the pain Josie McCoy caused him. I was sick of having to prove myself over and over, I was beyond tired of being tested and questioned. I was tired of hoping against hope that one day, he’d finally get it. He’d realize that unlike pretty much everyone else in his life to this point, I wasn’t going anywhere.

A talk I had with Betty came back and I turned back to look at Sweet Pea, shaking my head. Something in me snapped and before I could stop myself, I was saying something I knew full well I’d come to regret.

“You’re dense. All this time and you don’t get it. You can’t see what’s right here in front of you, begging to be taken. I loved you, okay? Nothing would’ve changed that. But you… You had to keep pushing me away, you had to keep questioning my motives. I’m going to the dance, Sweet Pea. And I think,” I paused, taking a few deep breaths to keep myself calm.

If I didn’t do it, I was most definitely going to break down sobbing. I wouldn’t ever go through with this because the last thing I want to do right now is turn my back. I mean, I love the guy. I don’t want to give up like pretty much everyone else in his life has. After I’d taken a few seconds to get myself calm again, I kept going, “ I think that I’m also going to leave you alone from now on since that’s obviously what you want.”

I grabbed my backpack and before he could say anything, I walked out of the empty classroom we’d been sitting in. Almost the second I was out in the hallway and standing by my locker, what I’d just done hit me and I wound up sitting on the hallway floor, my head resting against my knees.

“Alyssa?”

I looked up to find Reggie Mantle standing there, staring down at me in concern. “Are you crying?”

I shook my head, wiping at my eyes. I could’ve easily told Reggie Mantle exactly why I was sitting in the floor of the hallway crying, but in the end, I still cared entirely too much for Sweet Pea and the last thing I wanted was for him to get into another fight.

,, don’t flatter yourself. Did you not see just how little he cares when he didn’t try to stop you? When he didn’t wake up at the last second and at least try to fight for you?” the thought sat in my mind, taunting me bitterly. And I still kept the reason I was crying to myself.

Reggie flopped down next to me and kind of awkwardly slipped his arm around my shoulders. “Hey, c’mon, princess.”

“Don’t call me that… Please?” I glanced up at him, wincing a little at the use of the pet-name. Given that pretty much all of Archie’s friends called me that, I realized suddenly that when Sweet Pea called me that, it had taken on a whole new meaning for me. It changed from just a dumb nickname given to me by my older brother and all of his friends to something… Special. Intimate.

And now, I was going to hear it all the time and yeah, it was probably going to hurt like hell.

Reggie eyed me and I gave him a pleading look. “There has to be a million other things you can call me. I’m not a little girl anymore, Reg.” I said it quickly, hoping it wouldn’t raise suspicion or anything.

I didn’t want any of this getting back to Pea, putting him into a situation with my brother or any of his friends. I let out a deep breath that I didn’t even realize I held when Reggie smiled and nodded, seeming to accept my hasty explanation.

“There’s a lot of things I could call you, angel.” he said it so smoothly that I had not a single doubt in my mind that yet again, he was hitting on me.

But I was hurting so much at the moment, I didn’t immediately put him off. I looked up at him and gave a weak sort of smile, shrugging. “Whatever you wanna call me… Just not princess, okay?”

Reggie flashed a grin and gave me the thumbs up, springing up off the hallway floor. He held out his hand and warily, I eyed it a few seconds before finally allowing him to pull me off the floor. He walked me to class and just before I disappeared in the door, he stopped me, dragging his fingers through his hair as he eyed me up. “You gonna be alright, angel?”

“Yeah, it just hasn’t been a good day.”

“If you wanna talk.. You’ve got your old buddy Reggie.”

Somehow, when he said it, I got the distinct feeling that he meant something more by it, but I shoved the thought down.

I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me and several times, I almost turned around. I almost said something. But I remembered what I was trying to do, and I remembered the way he didn’t say anything to stop me when I did it and the hurt came back all over again.

Sweet Pea hissed my name from behind and I stared straight ahead, blatantly ignoring him. The teacher gave him a dirty look and he went quiet after that. Despite my resolve not to, I found myself turning around now and then, watching him when he wasn’t looking.

But I can’t keep letting myself be a doormat. I have to stand my ground. Even if this is killing me. Even if it’s the last thing I want to do.

Bearing that in mind, for the rest of the week, I went above and beyond to either avoid Sweet Pea or make sure I was never alone in the hallway or after class so he couldn’t find me or talk to me. I made myself scarce. I bottled everything up and I shoved it all down. And I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job at it too...

“You! Explain yourself right now.” Cheryl and Toni stormed into Pop’s and glared at Sweet Pea angrily as they stood by the booth he sat in by himself.

“Hey to you too, Blossom.” Sweet Pea grumbled, not even bothering to look up from the barely touched plate of food sitting on the booth in front of him. He growled quietly when Cheryl and Toni took it upon themselves to sit down in the other side of the booth without bothering to ask.

“Obviously, you two are gonna say something, so just say it and go. Kind of not in the mood.” Sweet Pea spoke up as he stared out the window, into the parking lot.

“What kind of idiot are you?” Toni asked, shaking her head as she reached across the table, taking some of Sweet Pea’s french fries and eating them herself. He gave her a dirty look but she shrugged, wiping away ketchup from the corners of her mouth before repeating herself. “I repeat, Pea… what kind of an idiot are you?”

“A pretty big one, if you want my opinion, lover.” Cheryl answered Toni’s question before Sweet Pea could say anything.

“Can you two stop dancing around whatever this is and say it?”

“We heard about what happened with you and Alyssa. Are you seriously going to sit here and do nothing? She said she loved you, Pea. What? That’s just not good enough?”

“I know what she said.” Sweet Pea barked the statement, making both girls share a look. After quiet whispering, the two looked at him again, determined. “It was, okay? I just..” he trailed off, swearing under his breath and shaking his head as the two of them shared a look and then directed their gaze to him in unison.

“What?” Sweet Pea grumbled, taking a sip of the soda on the table beside him.

“You’re going to fix this, you giant idiot. You have to fix it. I can’t have one of my Vixens going around all mopey or even worse, missing Homecoming festivities entirely. Need I remind you, we Vixens have a strong reputation in this school? And if one of us is lacking spirit, it makes us all look bad.”

Sweet Pea laughed. The laughter died away when he realized that they were being serious. “That’s what this is about? Your stupid cheerleading shit? You do realize I can’t fix it, right? Do you not think I’ve tried, Blossom?”

“Try harder, you big oaf.” Cheryl leaned in slightly, glaring at Sweet Pea in frustration. She added as an afterthought, “ I hate seeing her like this, okay? She’s a sweet girl and honestly, it kills me. I need her happy and bubbly. You broke my Vixen, you fix her now.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Blossom.” Sweet Pea shrugged, his shoulders sagging as he went back to staring down at mostly untouched food. Toni eyed him and spoke up.

“Wow. I have never seen you just sit and pick at your food, Pea. This is really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“Gee… whatever gave you that idea, Topaz?” Sweet Pea snorted sarcastically, giving an eye roll as he shifted around in his seat, eyeing the door. All he wanted to do was escape right now. Because the more they said, the more it made him replay that day over and over again.

And it hurt like hell. It only made him angry at himself all over again.

“You know, you’re a stubborn ass, right? You could fix this if you really wanted to. But I guess you don’t. So I guess she’ll just wind up moving on and you’ll go back to being the miserable man-bitch we all know and love yet want to strangle.”

Toni smirked as her words hit their mark and the two of them stood, walking out of Pops, leaving Sweet Pea to stew in Toni’s parting remark. And it took hold, rooting itself in his mind.

That’s the one thing about friends who are like family. They always know where to hit at to illicit an actual reaction.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Sweet Pea stood, tossing his half eaten food and the empty soda into a bin and he strode out the door into the parking lot.

He happened to look across the parking lot, spot her getting out of the truck with her father, Fred.

He called her name and for once, she looked back. The hurt look in her eyes and the sad shake of her head was what really got him. He couldn’t have felt worse if he tried. He stood there, watching her walk into Pop’s with her father and in that moment, he made up his mind.

One way or another, even if it took a long time, he was going to fight. He couldn’t just give up. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers.

My father cleared his throat from the seat across the booth. “Everything okay, shortcake?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s all good.”

“Well then what was all that outside?”

“What?” I asked the question, tensing a little. Sometimes, having such a perceptive father isn’t really a great thing. Especially when I don’t really… like acknowledging pain. Or dealing with it. I mean, my whole idea of dealing with the situation with Sweet Pea has been to just pretend I’m okay, but to go above and beyond to avoid him.

“You know what I’m talkin about. The kid called your name and you gave him that look. The one you always gave Archie when you were little and Archie wouldn’t let you tag along to play.”

I plastered on my best convincing face and shook my head, taking a noisy sip of my chocolate milkshake. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dad. He’s in my class. He was just saying hey.”

“It sounded like he was trying to talk to you.” my father pointed out and I bit my lip, glancing over at him. “Yeah, well.. If he wanted to talk, he should’ve done it earlier. At school. I’m starving. Can we order now?”

My father chuckled and for a few seconds, he eyed me as if he wanted to ask more questions. Thankfully, he let it go. “Yeah. What do you want? I think I’m gonna get my usual.”

“I think I’m going to try your usual, actually.”

“That’s a lot of burger, kid.” my father laughed.

I shrugged and did my best to laugh. As I happened to look over at the window, I did so just in time to see Sweet Pea’s truck pulling out of the parking lot. For a second or two, I wondered what he might have said if I’d walked over.

But I quickly shoved that out of my head.

-- LE TIME SKIPPE.

Cheryl spotted me making my way into the gym. “You came!” she pulled me into a hug and I nodded, shrugging. My eyes roamed around the gym and I swallowed hard, stomach sinking just a little when I saw no sign of Sweet Pea anywhere.

,, did you really think he’d show, Alyssa?” - the thought had me frowning a little, but I quickly plastered on my best attempt at a bright smile when we pulled back from the little hug. Cheryl smiled. “I love the dress. Let’s see if we can’t get you circulating…”

“Actually, I’m just gonna go get some punch? Maybe observe until they play a song worth dancing to?” I bit my lip as I said it and Cheryl eyed me a second or two, before finally giving a nod under Toni’s gaze.

If not for Toni, I have no idea Cheryl would’ve ignored me and gone ahead, doing what she wanted. It used to annoy the hell out of me when we were all kids, but now, I kind of see it as her, trying to show that she really does care.

And she’s been a lot more help than she realizes since things with Sweet Pea crashed and burned so badly. She hasn’t really… let me mope a lot. I’ve wanted to, but she and Toni always find a way to manage keeping me from it.

I made my way over to the punch bowl and the refreshments table and I turned around, my back to the crowd as I scooped punch into my cup, grumbling to myself as soon as I felt the burn of alcohol as it crawled down my throat and into my stomach. “Figures. Somebody would have to spike the punch.” I mused to myself as I sipped from the cup and momentarily toyed with the idea of just grabbing the entire chocolate cake on the table and a plastic fork, disappearing for the alcove beneath the stairs on the freshman wing.

But I told myself that I was coming tonight. I’m trying to get over him. And damn it, I’m determined to fake it til I make it.

“Wanna dance, angel?” Reggie leaned against me from behind, muttering the words quietly against my ear. I bit my lip, trying to brainstorm the best way to politely turn him down.

There’s only one guy I want to dance with, but apparently, I’m not and will never be good enough.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, frustrated with myself.

I was about to turn around and accept Reggie’s offer when I heard Sweet Pea speaking up from behind Reggie. “Beat it, Dog.”

“How about you fuck outta here, Serpent?” Reggie gave Sweet Pea a dirty look.

I stood there, eyes darting from one to the other, both of them tensed and squared up, ready to go in the snap of a finger.

“Guys, no.” I spoke up, warning tone as my hand rested against my hip. “You’re not about to start this shit.”

“He started it.” both responded, glaring at the other. I rolled my eyes and tried to make it a point to avoid Sweet Pea’s intent gaze. The way deep brown eyes roamed over every single inch of my body, lingering just enough to make my breath catch in my throat. In the end, I just couldn’t though, and I found myself getting sucked into his gaze.

I sighed quietly and managed to tear my eyes off the way he looked in a borrowed suit, the tie undone at his neck, even though the sight of him had my knees utterly weak. I focused on Reggie instead and plastered on a smile, nodding to the dance floor.

“Didn’t you ask me to dance, Reg?” I asked, stepping away from Sweet Pea and a little closer to Reggie. He held out his arm and I looped mine through, letting him lead me out onto the dance floor.

I didn’t dare look back at Sweet Pea. I didn’t have to. I could feel his eyes penetrating me, I could feel his gaze shift to Reggie and I, despite Reggie moving us towards other parts of the gym floor several times during the dance we shared. At one point, he chuckled against my ear as I grinded against him, hips swaying in time to the song playing, “If looks could kill right now, huh?”

I swallowed hard, catching eyes with Sweet Pea. He was leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest. If he glared any harder at Reggie, Reggie would drop dead on the spot. I did my best to look like I was having the time of my life and finally, the song came to an end. Reggie chuckled and dragged his fingers through his hair as he winked at me and told me he’d find me later on tonight, maybe we’d dance again.

I nodded, even though I had every intention of disappearing long before that happened. I was heading back towards the punch bowl for another cup of punch when I felt arms wrap around my waist and I found myself body to body with Sweet Pea.

“That fuckin guy?” Sweet Pea nodded to Reggie, who was already dancing with another girl. I bit my lip and stepped back a little when Sweet Pea moved closer, towering over me.

“He asked me to dance. Seeing as how I’m here alone tonight, all dressed up, I didn’t see the harm.”

“You didn’t see the harm.” Sweet Pea was doing his best at keeping a calm tone, but I could see the exact second his fists clenched at his sides and I could hear it in the way he exhaled. What I didn’t understand was why exactly he was so jealous.

“No. I didn’t.” I swallowed hard as he stepped closer. His hand ghosted my side, fingertips digging in ever so slightly when they stilled on my hip. He leaned down just a little and muttered quietly, calmly, “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you, princess.” using my moment of confusion to pull me closer, pressing me against him. The way he said it had my heart fluttering a little and I barely managed not whimpering at the look in his eyes when mine met his after a few seconds.

I tried to keep some distance between us, attempting to pull back a little even though that was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. I was trying to keep my defenses up. However, he seemed to pick right up on it and something softened in his eyes as he tried again, pulling me close all over again, arms around my waist.

I couldn’t formulate words or string a single coherent thought together and it was a damn shame because there was so much I wanted to say to him. To yell at him. He’d hurt me and honestly, I just wanted to let him have it.

Instead, I sighed and melted into his arms a little, my hand raising and catching in the collar of his borrowed suit. His mouth grazed right against the shell of my ear and he muttered huskily against, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” before tilting my chin so that I had to look up at him. I gulped, taking a deep breath.

“You really hurt me. I mean, you really, really hurt me.” I pouted a little, at least making a valiant effort to stand my ground and make him own up to his part in the way things played out almost two weeks ago. He flinched, his hand leaving my hip and raising to rake hair back out of my eyes as he continued to stare down at me intently, lost in thought. I took a deep breath and continued, “I should just walk away. Right now.”

“Princess, don’t.” Sweet Pea spoke up quietly with his tone torn between firmness and fear, leaning his forehead down, resting it against mine. Somebody got the DJ to play Love Me Like You Do and for a second, I heavily considered it, just walking off the dance floor and maybe even leaving the dance altogether.

Instead, I took a deep breath and met his gaze, eyeing him expectantly. “Do you have nothing at all to say for yourself, Sweet Pea?”

“Oh, I got plenty to say, princess. I’m just not saying it here, in front of everyone.” Sweet Pea muttered the words quietly, his lips brushing right up against mine as he spoke. I sucked in a sharp breath but I also pouted again, tensing against him a little, because obviously, that was the entirety of our problem to start with. I knew how he felt, hypothetically, I never really doubted it until that last day I talked to him, when he didn’t try to stop me, when he didn’t come after me and trust me enough not to hurt him like he’d already been hurt to let it all go. I did manage to step back just a little, putting space between us and I shook my head. “Wrong answer, Sweet Pea.”

He swallowed hard, looking around.

I bit my lip, shuffling my feet against the gym floor. I didn’t want to do this, but I also didn’t want to get hurt again. I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew that this time, things were going to be a little different.

If not, I couldn’t just stick around and keep waiting, no matter how much I wanted to. What if he was never ready to let me in?

“What do you want me to say? I love you? Fine. I love you.” Sweet Pea was stepping closer all over again, hands firmly planted on my hips this time to hold me in place. At first, I thought about bolting because I wasn’t entirely sure whether he was just saying it now to get me to stay or whether he meant it, but then I looked up and my eyes actually met his.

“I love you and this whole thing is driving me fucking insane, princess.” he pulled me completely against him this time, staring down at me almost hungrily. He grumbled and rolled his shoulders making muscular arms strain against the ill fitting suit and I found my eyes fixated on that, distracted.

“I see you checking me out, princess. Is there something you want? Just tell me and it’s yours, I promise.” the question was posed with that trademark cocky smirk and I gulped, locking eyes with him. Seconds felt stretched into hours and neither of us said anything, we just stared. At least until I felt his hands wandering all over me as we danced. He leaned in closer, a hand leaving where it rested against my ass to raise to my cheek, gripping, guiding my mouth straight to his own.

My back hit one of the gym walls softly and I found myself pressed right up against it, his hand lowering from where it rested on my cheek to roam all over my body as his mouth devoured mine hungrily. I could feel my lips starting to bruise and swell and when his teeth sank into my bottom one, tugging at it, I whimpered and raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck, only after I dragged my fingers over his scalp. His other hand tangled in my hair, using his grip to pull my lips into the kiss even deeper still. By this point, we were both gasping for breath, panting heavily and a whimper bubbled out of my throat when he bucked himself against me and growled into the kiss quietly just before it broke, both of us pulling away, wide-eye and trying desperately to catch our breath.

“I asked you a question. Is there anything you want right now, princess?” his voice was a low rumble when he spoke and the way he towered over me, staring down, with an arm raised and his palm flat against the wall I was pressed up against had me leaning against him heavily, all the bones pretty much leaving my legs and reducing them to gelatin just a little more with each little touch, with each on purpose graze of his mouth against my ear or my neck, even the front of my throat. I finally managed to rub against him a little and he growled quietly, biting his bottom lip as he looked down at me, the lust burning bright in his eyes.

The music changed to a slower song and I shivered at the way he rubbed himself against me, the way he strained against the suit pants making me bite my lip and cling to him, rubbing against him right back. I was grateful for the fact that we were in the back of the gym and nobody was really paying us any attention, because I’d never really danced this dirty with anyone before.

The next thing I knew, I was being scooped up into his arms and carried out of the gym. I clung to him, my lips grazing up and down the side of his neck, little whimpers as he whispered things to me while carrying me out of the dance.

He unlocked his truck, opening the passenger door and sitting me in the seat, stepping between my legs as his hands wandered up and down my sides, then over my thighs. My head fell back and I licked my lips, earning me a growl and him leaning in against me heavily to whisper against the shell of my ear, “You know what that does to me, princess.”

“No, I actually don’t. I didn’t, I mean.” I managed to gasp out in a shaky breath against his ear as my hands wandered down the front of the button up top, unable to still, touching him in any way I could. My legs wrapped around his hips and squeezed against, my heels digging into his ass to pull him against me even more. It ended up leaning me back against the seat a little and Sweet Pea followed me down, his lips ghosting down the front of my throat, littering soft skin with bites and marks.

“We’re leaving, princess… If that’s okay with you.” he managed to gasp out the question when he pulled himself away from my neck and throat, catching his breath as he stared down at me, almost anxiously. It was a switch from the way he usually carried himself, so cocky and self-assured at all times. It let me know just how much I’d truly gotten to him.

“Mhm.” I purred against his neck after I’d melted into him again, muttering a few seconds later, “I like you this close to me. You’re warm.” and batting my lashes, making him growl quietly when the movement tickled his skin. His fingers dug into my body even more, squeezing as if he were trying desperately to hang onto any shred of self-control he might have left.

“This isn’t getting us outta here, princess.” he gave a low and dark chuckle against my mouth as he zeroed in on it again, another bruising and deep kiss that left my lips swollen and achy. I whimpered, almost needy as he stepped away, tucked my legs into his truck and shut the passenger door firmly. He jogged around to the driver seat and got in, wasting no time in cranking the truck and spinning out of the parking lot and onto the street that ran right past it.

His hand left the steering wheel, moving slowly up and down my thigh, making me whimper and squirm as he nodded to the space next to him in the middle of the bench seat. “C’mon, princess. Get closer.”

I moved closer, leaning against his side and my breath caught in my throat when I felt his hand venture up my dress, rubbing me through the pink satin beneath it. He leaned in a little at the one redlight in town and muttered almost cocky against my ear, “Princess, you’re dripping.” and bit his lip as he pulled away, turning his attention back to the road in front of us as the light went green. The more he rubbed, the more I rocked myself against his hand, making him chuckle quietly. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Just a few more minutes, okay? And then, if you let me, I’m gonna take real good care of you. I mean that, princess.”

My head fell back against the seat with a soft thud and I whimpered as I rocked myself against his hand even more after he started to rub harder, faster. “Sweet Pea.” I choked out, panting heavily, “Don’t stop. Feels so good.”

The truck pulled to a stop and he killed the engine, wrangling me into his lap, making me pout because he’d taken his hand away. His lips were all over my face and neck until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was literally dying to be kissed again, my hands resting against his cheeks and pulling his mouth against mine greedily.

He bucked himself into me from below and as I rocked myself back and forth in his lap, his fingers dug into my sides, pressing me down harder. “Fuck. I can feel you dripping, princess. This feel good?”

“Yes. So good.” I gasped as I buried my lips in his neck, leaving a mark of my own behind, making him groan and buck into me harder, holding my hips still so that he had control over the friction as he looked me up and down, almost as if he were sizing up mentally just how long it would take to strip me down.

He stepped out of his truck, not bothering to put me down, carrying me up the steps and into his trailer, the door shut and locked behind us. My back pressed into it as his hand made it’s way back up my dress and he bucked against me, rubbing his hand harder against soaked pink satin.

“Sweet Pea.” I moaned out, shattering the silence in the trailer. “Yeah, baby girl?” he breathed against my ear, his fingers trailing a line straight up my slit after slipping into my panties. “Now. Need you now.” I nipped at his neck as I raised one of my legs to his waist, trying to keep myself steady.

“Now, hmm? If that’s what you want, princess.” he broke the kiss and pulled back, searching my eyes, almost as if he were making sure that I wanted to go this far. I licked my lips and whimpered, rocking myself against his hand all over again, begging for it breathlessly until he pulled me up his body and carried me over to the mattresses he slept on, my back hitting them softly as he sank down, sitting next to me. I climbed into his lap, my fingers pulling at the buttons on his shirt after I’d managed to tug down the jacket of the suit, letting it fall to the bed. His hands disappeared up my dress, fingers catching in the waistband of my panties, tearing them away with a quiet rip and tossing them onto the floor by the bed. He laid me back, positioning himself over me, pressing himself down into me and his mouth rolled over my neck, leaving more bitemarks and little nips behind, smirking against my skin as he did so.

“Everybody’s gonna know you’re mine, princess. You sure you’re okay with that?” his voice was husky, laced with sex and want, almost raw and primal as his lips brushed against my ear and he rocked himself against me. I got my hands free from where they’d been caught and immediately, I went for the button and zipper on his pants, tugging pants and boxers down at the same time. They pooled at his feet as he stood up and he kicked them free, sending them skidding quietly out into the middle of the floor before turning his attention to the little tray table at the head of the bed, digging around on top of it, coming up with a condom in his grip.

He pulled himself away from me, because he’d been pressed against me again, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and spitting the foil onto the floor after he’d torn the packaging.As he prepared to put it on, I gently pushed his hand away, gazing up at him as my hand circled his cock, working the rubber sheath down in place over it. He growled, bucking himself into my hand and almost the second it was fully on, he had me on my back again, lowering himself down over me.

My legs wrapped around him and he rose up, his hand circling his thick member, guiding it right over my slit, making me gasp as he stared down at me and bit his lip, leaning down just a little to murmur against my ear, “Don’t let me hurt you, princess.”

I hissed as I felt the tip slowly slip in and my nails dug into his shoulders as I tensed all over. He went still, staring down at me, kissing me all over my face before zeroing into my mouth again, but not until I begged for it first.

He started to fuck into me slowly as I began to relax, and I rocked my hips up to meet each thrust, the tips of my fingers gripping at his shoulders a little harder with each one. “You feel so so good, princess. So good. You’re okay, right?”

“Feels good.” I gasped, my eyes fluttering open and shut as I started to feel myself tensing, this slow and lazy heat settling in my core. I could feel myself dripping, and the soft smack of our bodies with every single thrust echoed off the walls of the trailer. He slowed to a stop again, muttering against my lips in a daze, “Gotta slow down, princess. I wanna take my time with you.” and I nodded. I wasn’t really in a hurry to get home, my father told Archie and I we could be out late tonight because of the dance.

Honestly, I’d told him I’d probably just stay over at Cheryl’s or something and he’d been okay with it.

The prospect of having a whole night alone with Sweet Pea was exciting.

His thrusts sped up a little and when I raised my arms to wrap them around his neck again, he chuckled, smiling down at me, a softer version of his usual cocky smirk. “You feel so good, princess. You’re takin me so well. C’mon, move your hips, baby girl. That’s it.” he groaned out against my ear as he started to slam into me harder, more erratically.

By now, that slow and lazy heat in my core had turned into a dull throb and I moaned out, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts with more urgency because I could feel myself getting closer and closer with each stroke. He growled and gripped at my hips, trying to hold me still and stay in control, chuckling against my ear almost teasingly, “You gonna come for me?”

“So.. so close.. Don’t stop.” I begged over and over as his thrusts got deeper, rougher, and his fingers dug into my hips, the smack of his body against mine almost in competition to overcome the sound of our combined moans and groans and the soft sucks and slurps every single time his mouth conquered mine. He licked his lips and his jaw clenched, I got the feeling he was holding back and holding off and I dug my heels into his ass, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned against my skin, “Fuck. C’mon, princess. Let go.” as my orgasm shattered through and it pushed him over the edge too, his cock pulsing, my walls vising tight around it as we clung to each other and tried to catch our breath.

After peppering my face and neck and collarbone with kisses, he flopped onto the mattress next to me, rolling onto his side, trailing those thick fingertips slowly over my bare skin as he stared down at me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We’re okay.” I yawned out, rolling onto my side to face him, slipping my leg over his hip. He raised his hand, gliding it slowly over my thigh, gingerly trailing his fingertips over a few light bruises his hands and fingers left behind on my body.

“You sleepy, baby girl?” he laughed, teasing me a little as my eyes started to get heavy...

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