#tsitp smut

[jammysworks]

could u pls do more with jere !!!

smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: oral (fem receiving), language, slight manhandling, spit, hair grabbing, fingering, porn without plot, overstimulation

word count: 0.5k

jeremiah has always loved receiving head, but he can’t seem to get over how much he loves the look on your face when you cum on his tongue. your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, while you make grabby hands at his hair attempting to stabilize yourself. for him, he was shocked that such a simple act as licking your clit could do this to you, but for yourself it was out worldly how experienced he was.

the way he would drag his tongue down your slit, dipping the muscle into your hole and spreading the wetness in circles around your clit drove you straight into an orgasm every time. before, he would eat you out to prep you for his cock, but as time went on he became more and more obsessed with it. spending hours between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man, fingers pushing in and out of your cunt and holding you still to prevent you from squirming away from his touch.

…

you were now approaching your fourth orgasm of the night, your hands interlocking with jeremiah’s hair, pulling at the blonde curls. your moans turning into whimpers and hiccups as you sobbed about it being “too much”. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at the bud while his fingers pumped into your hole. your release bursting as his tongue flicked in fast motions against your spread pussy lips. “jere i can’t no mo—oh my godd—no more it feels too good!” you squealed, hands reaching and pushing at his shoulders attempting to get him off of you but it was no use.

his ministry only began to intensify as you cried and squirmed. the only abstinence of relief you got being the few seconds he spent retracting himself from your pussy and spitting onto your clit, beginning to trace the area of your cunt with his tongue before diving back in.

tears formed in your eyes and leaked down your cheeks as you gripped onto his biceps pushing against them but you were so deep into the sex high faze that you didn’t have enough strength to shove him off. his arms wrapped themselves around your thighs to keep you steady while he sat up on his knees and pulled your hips along with, continuing his assault on your overused pussy. your head falling back against his sheets, moans growing quieter as your body gets used to the overwhelming pleasure. sadly, your relief was short lived as your orgasm began to arrive even harder than before. your whines having zero effect on jeremiah while he licked at your cunt, fingers digging even deeper than before. “i know, baby, i know. i got you.” the words taking effect as you came in his mouth. his tongue slurping up everything you gave him until he finally decided you had had enough and pulled away from your swollen clit.

[hallietblr]

my favourite birthday girl | j.fisher x reader

request: i would like to request can it be where jere and i are best friends and its my bday belly and conrad throw a surprise bday party for me at the becks beach house and jeremiah & i go upstairs and we go in his bedroom he confesses that he liked me since last summer and i have my first time with jere trying different sex positions like hes on top of me and im on top of him riding him & doing cowgirl style position lots of kissing can it be smut/angst and is it okay if i include my name and if not you can do y/n thanks babe❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🥰

a/n: i fricking LOVE this!! i had so much fun writing it and i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), oral (fem! receiving), swearing, alcohol consumption, and jeremiah being a total sweetheart

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the sun was shining brightly through the windows of my bedroom, the morning breeze coming through smelling of sea salt. i flutter my eyes open, taking in the warmth of the summer. i reach for my phone that was charging by my bed side. the moment the lockscreen wakes, it’s full of birthday messages.

i feel myself smile as i go through the individual texts from all my friends back home in maine. i respond to them all, thanking each of them for the kind and loving messages.

after doing so, i finally decide that it’s time for me to get out of bed. i stretch out the slumber from my body before crawling out of the warm bed. i grab my phone and my bluetooth speaker and head over to my bathroom to start my birthday right.

cruel summer by taylor swift starts playing loudly as i pull off my pajamas, which was in reality one of jeremiah’s old t-shirts. i decide to text my friends to see what the plans were for the day, assuming they had something in mind.

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SUMMER GANG☀️🌊🫶

y/n!

goodmorning guys!! what are the plans for today?

stevie:

con and i are going fishing at the pier today

belly <3:

i told my mom that i’ll go to the store with her today!! sorry girl!

y/n!:

that’s fine haha have fun! tell laur i said hi:)

j:

i should be available today i think

connie:

i thought ur coming fishing?

stevie:

yeah!! boys trip!!

belly <3:

wow i’ve nvr seen us all so busy lol

j:

wdym it’s a regular day

connie:

nvm mom says u need to clean ur room jere

stevie:

LOL

belly <3:

so true, it’s gross jeremiah

j:

shut upp

urs isn’t any better bells

belly <3:

:(

y/n!:

stop being mean j

—

i close my phone, a bit disappointed that it appeared that all my friends forgot about my birthday. i try to shake it off and assume that they’re all busy, so remembering a birthday isn’t that big of a deal.

i step into my shower, washing my hair with my coconut shampoo and conditioner, lathering my body with body wash, and shaving every inch of my body. i sing to taylor swift as i shower, feeling my muscles relax in the warm water. i dry myself off with a towel and pull on a cute purple summer dress that i had gotten earlier last week.

after putting on some makeup and doing my hair, i figured that i was ready to go downstairs to see my family. at least they would remember my birthday.

you only turn seventeen once, plus laurel, susannah, and my mom always told me that seventeen is an amazing year.

my mom was preparing my favourite smoothie bowl when i got to the kitchen. her face lit up after seeing me turn the corner and a smile drawn up her face, “happy birthday, my babygirl!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

i hug her back, “thank you, momma!”

she hands me the beautiful smoothie bowl, “here you go, sugar! let me go get you your presents!”

my mom scurries away to her office before returning with multiple gifts all wrapped up in colourful gift wrap. she places them on the kitchen island before sitting down beside me.

i was already half way done my breakfast when my dad and baby sister came into the kitchen.

“happy seventeenth, babydoll” my dad grins, planting a kiss on my forehead, “i can’t believe how grown up you are already.”

“happy birthday sissy!” my four year old sister yells, hugging my leg. i ruffle her hair, thanking the both of them.

my mom urges me to open up the presents, she had always been a huge gift giver — seeing people’s reactions were her favourite thing. i open the sealed boxes, revealing lululemon clothing, a new ipad, gorgeous jewelry, and some makeup products that i’ve been wanting to get.

“mom!” i exclaim, in shock of the overwhelming amount of gifts, “you didn’t have to!”

“oh, honey,” she coos, brushing my hair, “it’s your seventeenth birthday! of course i had to, do you like them?”

i look at her with my mouth opened agape, “yes, yes! of course i love them all! you know me so well, thank you!”

my arms wrap around my mom, squeezing her tight.

“my first baby,” she whispers into my ear so my sister, lindsay, doesn’t hear her, “i love you with my whole heart.”

i finish up the rest of my breakfast, while also admiring my new items. my dad also takes a few photos of us, most likely to post on his facebook page later. luckily, i look decent right now.

“eat up,” my dad says to me, “your friends are probably waiting for you.”

i shrug, “they’re all busy today.”

my mom turns to me with a raised eyebrow, “seriously? do you want me to call susannah?”

i shake my head quickly, “no! it’s alright, really.”

“i’m sorry, baby” my dad squeezes my shoulder, “you can hang out with us today.”

i give him a small smile, “that sounds good.”

the rest of the day was uneventful, well not exactly. it was moreso just a typical day for us. my sister and i went swimming in our pool, i watched tv with my parents, and scrolled through my phone a ton. i really didn’t want to confront my friends about them forgetting my birthday, it would’ve been immature was what i told myself. it’s not like i’m six anymore.

i was laying on my bed when i received a text message.

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j:

heyy pretty

wanna come over? we just came back from fishing 🎣

y/n!:

sure :)

j:

awesome! see you soon!!

also wear something nice ;)

y/n!:

why?

j:

not that you don’t always look nice!!!

my mom wants to take photos or smt lol

y/n!:

oooook

—

my brows furrow in slight confusion of the request but i shrug it off. i get up from my laying position and go to my closet to find something ‘nice’. i find a black satin slip dress that i brought from back home, i figured this would be nice enough. i put it on and look at myself in front of my mirror.

i smooth down the material of the dress, checking how it looks from the side and from behind. i silently pray that jeremiah would like it, i’ve overheard him, conrad, and steven talk about how jeremiah is an ass man multiple times — considering how the satin material of the dress perfectly fits my bum, i’m convinced he’ll appreciate it.

i grab my phone, sunglasses, and my favourite lip gloss before heading downstairs. i see my parents cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together with my sister fast asleep in the space next to them.

i slide on my white converse and head over to them, “i’m going over to the fishers.” i tell them. they smile and remind me to have fun and to be home by two am.

the walk over to the fisher summer home is brief, a quick five minute walk. them living only two houses over from mine always came in handy. i open up the front door before my vision became black.

“do you trust me?” he says, jeremiah’s hands clamped over my eyes.

“if you ruin my mascara, j, i might cry.” i joke, “yes, i do trust you.”

“okay, good.” i can hear his infamous smile in his voice, “come with me.”

he guides me slowly through the house, his hands still over my eyes. jeremiah lifts them off and it takes me a moment before noticing all the decorations put up around the kitchen. there are streamers hanging from the walls and across the ceilings, so many pretty balloons in every corner of the room, a huge ‘happy birthday’ sign hanging on the cupboards.

my hand flyes to clamp over my open mouth, “oh my god!”

steven, belly, laurel, susannah, and conrad all jump up from their hiding spot behind the kitchen island.

“surprise!” they all scream out. i smile widely, taking in everything,

“you guys!” i gush, as im being pulled into a hug from jeremiah, “thank you!”

his muscular arms hold me and he plants two kisses on my hair, “did you really think we forgot your birthday, pretty girl?”

i laugh, “well maybe! you guys are forgetful sometimes… like the time you forgot belly and i at the walmart!”

he rolls his eyes playfully, “oh shush, that was one time!”

“we never forget birthdays here.” susannah giggles before also hugging me, “happy birthday my gorgeous and beaming girl.”

everyone takes their turn in hugging me and wishing me a happy birthday. i thank each of them individually, the smile never leaving my face once.

“who planned this?” i ask laurel, who was carefully pulling out the birthday cake from the fridge.

“it was all belly and connie’s idea” she smiles, “now go sit!”

i take my seat next to jeremiah and steven before laurel brings the cake with seventeen candles on it in front of me. they all sing happy birthday to me and i close my eyes to make a wish.

every year since i was five years old, my birthday wish has been the same. not even just for my birthday, anytime i saw a shooting star, or tossed a penny in a fountain, or honestly any other occasion that required making a wish — it has always been the same.

it was wishing for jeremiah to notice me in the same way that i see him. it’s all i’ve ever wanted, as stupid as it can get.

i blow out all the candles and susannah cuts up the cake into slices before serving it to everyone. belly reminds me of all the birthday presents that they had gotten me, and to open it later.

after cake, susannah and laurel agree to leave the home to go to a cocktail bar so that the kids can have the house to themselves for a few hours. more teenagers from cousins start showing up, all of them wishing me a happy birthday as they come in.

drinks are being served, music is playing loudly off the multiple speakers scatter around the home, beer pong matches are being played by the pool, people dancing.

jeremiah stays next to me for the whole night, we chat with a few of our friends while sipping our seltzers.

“do you wanna go upstairs for a bit?” jeremiah says to me in a hushed tone, “y’know, to get away from this?”

i nod, “yeah, for sure.”

he smiles, taking my hand into his own and guiding me through the crowd and up the stairs. we walk to his bedroom, he closes the door behind me and locks it. jeremiah places his drink on his dresser and offers to put mine next to it, i agree and soon we’re both seated on his bed.

we make small talk, him asking about my birthday so far as he rummages around in his desk drawer. he sits back down beside me, facing me. he places a small velvet box into my hands,

“open it, my favourite birthday girl.” he smirks, looking into my eyes. his hand was on my thigh and i can feel myself blushing.

i think i can get lost in his ocean eyes, they’re so beautiful and full of life. i smile and carefully open it, inside was a gorgeous golden ring with a large (what im assuming was a fake) diamond on it.

“j…” i gasp, lifting the ring out of its box and admiring it, “this must have costed a fortune.”

he shrugs, “anything for you, look on the band.”

i bring the ring closer to my eyes and see that there’s an engraving on the inside of the band.

in love with my best friend <3

my jaw drops, “jeremiah?”

i look up at him, our eyes interlocking. he slowly nods, “i love you, y/n — i’ve always have, i thought it was a childhood crush and i don’t think i really realized until last summer that i truly do love you.”

“can i?” he asks, taking the ring from my hand. i nod and he carefully slips it onto my finger before being it to his lips and kissing it.

i pull him into a kiss, my hands rested on his cheeks and his on my waist. he kissed back almost immediately. my hands move down to his built chest and gently push him down onto his back, our lips never leaving each others. i adjust my legs so im straddled on him,

“i’ve always loved you too.” i whisper against his lips, he smiles into the kiss and kisses me harder.

his fingers fiddle with the edge of my dress, hands sliding up and down the back of my thighs before squeezing my ass slowly, “god, i couldn’t take my eyes off of you in this dress. it makes your body look so fucking good.” jeremiah groans.

i lower my crotch onto the evident tent in his pants, he gasps at the contact while slowly grind my hips on his.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me come in my pants.” he moans into my ear as i flip my hair onto one side. i bring my face to his jawline, kissing it and licking the soft skin. his hands tighten around my ass and i moan at the contact.

his hand slips under my dress and to the lace material of my thong, his finger slide underneath the band of it. he lifts it before letting it go, the snap of my underwear against my skin making me moan louder.

“sit on my face,” he tells me in a low voice, i feel myself getting even more wet and excited at the tone of it, “let me give you another birthday gift.”

he lifts me by the waist and moves me so my core is hovering above his mouth. i grab onto his head board while jeremiah slowly moves the lace material to the side and lowers me onto his face.

i gasp loudly when his tongue licks a long stride between my folds. he moans into me, “fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” he mumbles against me, the vibrations causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

jeremiah dips his tongue into me, licking up all the juices and tracing figure eights against me. i squeeze the headboard tighter, becoming a moaning mess quickly. his tongue is magic. he fucks me with his mouth, my thighs shaking around his head,

“shit, jere.” i cry out, feeling my high coming closer. his hands squeeze my ass yet again before landing a smack on my left ass cheek. i moan loudly in response, my body flowing with immense pleasure, “fuck, i’m gonna come!”

he never slows his tongue as i feel my orgasm come crashing down on me. waves of pure pleasure crashing down. jeremiah licks up every last drop as i slowly come down from the high. i move myself down from his face and back down towards his groin. i lean down to kiss his passionately, tasting myself on his lips,

“holy shit, i can eat you out all day long.” he says to me as his hands fumble with his pants. he kicks off his pants and boxers. his erection slaps his lower abdomen and i drool at the sight of it. it’s huge, red tip begging for attention and veins pulsating on the sides of it.

i move to give him a blowjob but his grip on my waist prevents me from moving, “it’s your birthday.” jeremiah tells me, “you can give me head another time.” he winks

my hips position themselves above his thick and veiny cock and i lower myself onto it. he fills me up perfectly and we both moan loudly at the same time. every inch of him inside on me as i bottom out.

i slowly start rocking my hips against him, both of us becoming a panting mess. his hands never leave my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his dick.

“you feel so good, baby” he praises, “you tight pussy feels amazing around me, fuck”

i continue riding him, my hands tangled up in his hair, pulling it which makes him moan.

“i- i think your cock was made for me.” i whisper in his ear before kissing him harshly.

he smirks, “oh yeah?”

and i nodded feverishly before he flips us around so im on my back and his on top of me, “sorry baby, i want to be in control now”

he pulls out almost entirely before slamming himself back in, the new position making him hit me even deeper than he was before. he thrusts harder and deeper, my back arches and i grab onto the sheets beside me, “fuck i’m close” i cry

“me too, hold on.” he continues fucking me, littering kissing on my face and neck. i can feel my inner muscles squeezing around him which makes jeremiah groan, “i’m fucking gonna come.”

“let it go.” he encourages me, his thumb going down to start abusing the bundle of nerves. almost immediately, i feel myself orgasm. my legs tightening around his waist and i feel him finish inside of me. he releases a series of curse words as he fucks us both through our orgasms.

a few moments after he pulls out and rolls next to me. we’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths, “holy shit” i pant out, looking over at him.

he grins, “that was amazing.”

“beyond amazing.” i repeat and he laughs,

“fuck, i should’ve asked you this before.” he says, reaching over to cup my face, “will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

i blush, “yes, a hundred times yes!”

—

taglist! @randomaccountworld123 @bxbyyyjocelyn @20nugs @jeremiahxaesthetic

[amisunderstoodgoddess]

— point of no return

rating: explicit. 18+ only

summary: you're used to hiding your true feelings for your best friend, but tonight is the point of no return in your relationship.

Author's note: fic based on the Chaise Atlantic soundtrack - seriously, there's nothing more addictive than Jeremiah Fisher and Chase Atlantic.

English is not my first language

I apologize for any errors you may find.

"Jesus, you keep settling for these idiots..." You hear your friend Jeremiah's deep voice approaching you in the empty hall; the sound of the music and the banter of your friends downstairs is now more muffled.

His disdainful stance changes dramatically in the space of a heartbeat, his beautiful blue eyes soften and harden right in front of you as he looks all over your body for physical harm.

"Wh-what?" You ask as you try to wipe your tears quickly, hoping he didn't see it, forcing a shaky smile.

"Your boyfriend, or whatever he is, just passed me on the stairs and didn't even have the decency to respond when I spoke to him and-and...hey..." He trails off when he gets the full view of your face - your face flushed and wet with tears.

"What happened? Did he do something you didn't want? By God, if he did anything, I swear it-" he's grumbling and widening his already imposing posture, obviously prepared to chase your boyfriend for explanations - ex boyfriend, you mentally correct yourself. You would have laughed, if you had any presence of mind for it.

"Jeremiah." You take his hands in yours, so small and delicate compared to his, drawing his attention. "He didn't do anything…well, actually he did, but…it's complicated."

You know he doesn't understand, not with the confused way you're acting, but you're both interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Jeremiah acts quickly and pulls you into his room, locking the door before anyone sees the two of you.

He backs you up against the door without any warning, putting an arm to the side of your head so you can't escape. You try to ignore the swarm of butterflies that dance in your belly as he looks at you through those long dark lashes. The scent of his masculine cologne – sandalwood and something warm and rich, like the purest heat of the sun, something that seemed to cling constantly to his skin – now, suddenly enveloping you too.

A flush forms on your cheeks and you look away from him, embarrassed by his proximity.

Jeremiah is cozy. This is a fact. There's no way you can sit next to him on the couch, side by side, without his arm around you or his head resting in your lap. That's how it's always been since you became friends years ago.

But the way he's looking at you now, body so close to yours, eyes searching yours with sincere interest… somehow it feels different. It feels new.

"Tell me what happened, please." He says seriously, way too serious for him, cupping your chin with long fingers so you'll face him again.

"No-..." You take a deep breath, "it was no big deal. We just broke up. That's all." You want to say this without crying, but tears are already pooling in your waterline once again.

There are a few seconds of silence, filled only by both of your breaths. He just looks at you, carefully assessing your face.

Just when you think he's not going to say anything else, Jeremiah sighs, long and almost relieved, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You frown at him and he has the decency to at least look embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry! I know you feel terrible right now, but honey, breaking up with that guy was one of the best things you could have ever done. I can't pretend I'm sad about it." He says smoothing the flushed skin of your cheeks fondly.

"Actually, he was the one who broke up with me." You sniff, biting your lip nervously.

Jeremiah freezes and blinks a few times like an owl, processing what you just said.

"What?!" It suddenly bursts. "W-why? Why would he do that? You decide to break up with him…fine, understandable…but why the hell would he break up with you?" He's clearly nonplussed, brows furrowed and curls brushing his forehead as he shakes his head in denial.

"I don't know. He said something vague about me being too needy...he said that sometimes I 'feel too much', whatever that means."

This seems to drive him even more out of his mind.

"What the fuck is that explanation? He wants to tell how you should be, is that it?"

You sigh and try to slip under his arm, overwhelmed by the whole situation, but he squeezes your waist and pulls you back against the door, bringing your bodies even closer.

“That's not what he meant and you know it, Jere. You're taking what he said out of context and that's not fair."

It feels like a barrier has burst after your words, something that once held Jeremiah to sanity and is now no longer there.

"Fair?" He lets out a sharp sigh and shakes his head in disbelief. An oddly cruel smile curves his full lips. "You know what's not 'fair'? Seeing your best friend settle for someone who is beneath her in every way. They don't even deserve to lick the dirt off your boots, Y/N. You deserve so much more than that."

It's your turn to smile wryly. “Then how come no one wants me, Jere? My last two relationships ended in a matter of weeks and you know it. It's the most they can handle by my side. It's time to see reality. They're right, there's something wrong with me."

You are really crying right now. Heartbroken. Not for Mike. You really don't care about him, to be brutally honest. He was just another attempt to fill the emptiness.

The emptiness that left your aching and vulnerable.

Jeremiah reaches out to you, pulling you in and wrapping you in the warmth of his broad chest. "Shit. I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just hate seeing you like this." He strokes yout hair and you sniffle into your shirt. “But you need to know that this is not true. People can't help but want to be with you. You are light. Everyone loves you.”

He pulls your head back, making you look at him again, almost touching your forehead to his, bending his tall body to maintain eye contact with you. Pale blue eyes meet yours, watery and fragile, and for just an instant, you know your eyes betray your secret hope, keeping your own love for him secret. Your eyes disconnect from the intense eye contact and look anxiously at his lips for just a second before re-establishing the connection.

You swallow hard and try to steel your resolve.

You can't do that, you can't confuse the common charisma and intense affection that Jeremiah expresses for basically everyone, with what you really want him to feel for you.

You cannot project your own feelings onto him.

You're not sure when that had changed. When did you start to think differently about Jeremiah, your best friend and constant presence in your life growing up. You moved in your teens and you both didn't have contact for a few years. And since you came back to Cousins, you decided you couldn't risk spoiling your friendship with mixed feelings - friendship that still remained strong, like when you were kids, like not a day had passed since you left.

But Jere certainly grew up while you were gone, and so did you.

Your feelings for him were no longer innocent.

Sometimes you could have sworn the feeling was mutual. You couldn't escape his smoldering gazes when he found you in the kitchen, sitting on the stool wearing one of his hoodies that looked giant on your smaller frame. He would confidently stand in front of you, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee while his eyes roam your legs, not saying a single word to you.

Despite that, you weren't entirely sure. And Jeremiah was too important for you to risk ruining your friendship.

It was getting tough, though. Especially with the way he was looking at you right now.

There was a risk in that, you knew that. You were friends. Your family, friends, and social group were all intertwined. You weren't entirely sure how he felt. It could all come crashing down around you if it went wrong, whatever it was.

There would certainly be questions and there was a lot to think about. But, God, it really was hard for you to think of anything while you were pinned against his bedroom door, with his thigh wedged between your legs - testing, probing, discovering...

Maybe it was the alcohol you drank earlier, maybe it was just heartbreak from the humiliation of being rejected by Mike, maybe you just went really crazy and out of your mind after all...

But before you could think, you were acting.

You look at him, your eyes are still watery but your mouth is set in a firm line, something needy in your expression. “And you, Jere?”

He sighs: "What about me?"

"You want me?" It's a challenge. You say the words without really allowing yourself to think about the consequences. Part of you is so tired of it all - of pretending and hiding.

Your eyes follow the sweeping fall of his golden-brown curls across his forehead to his Adam's apple, which rises and falls with the way he swallows. You lick your lips. You want him. You've wanted him for so long. But there was always this fear of seeking more. He's your best friend and honestly, you don't think you could handle losing him.

He no.

Not Jeremiah.

He's always been the main constant in your life and if you didn't have him…you didn't want to think about what that would be like.

So why, why did you open your mouth?

You are so scared.

You think you might be going crazy.

“Y/N.” He swallows hard. You think he might try to deny it, and, as much as you shouldn't, you're the one approaching him this time, brushing your noses together...eliminating all doubt from the context of your question.

You just need to know. Even if it hurts. Your heart feels like it wants to get out of your chest, but you choose to throw caution to the wind - you've already gone too far. Your hand reaches out, sliding over his nice shirt, feeling the hardness of the muscles along his chest. His hands wrap around your waist and are so big that they reach your back, pulling you closer.

He's looking at your mouth and you think 'fuck', grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down as you go up on your toes, crushing your mouth to his.

He doesn't hesitate. He's leaning your hard against the door, his hand tangled in your hair as he returns the kiss fervently, sliding his lips over yours and pressing your body to his.

The kiss is everything and nothing you expect.

It doesn't start out subtly or in the weird, messy way that first kisses between two people typically characterize. No, this kiss is intense, hot and tastes right. Like he's kissed you a thousand times before.

He bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth and deepen the kiss. At the same time, one of his hands comes up to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your mind spin.

His tongue tastes like mint bubblegum as he kisses you hard, deep and, oh, it's too much and not enough at the same time, because you think you'll never get tired of the taste of him - it burns you deep. You moan into his mouth and it causes something like a growl in the back of his throat. Something dangerous and full of need.

You move against him, wanting more, but the sliding of tongues and lips eventually overcomes you and you forget what you were going to do. When he stops the kiss to inhale for just a moment, sucking, tugging at your bottom lip, you barely have time to think before he's crushing his mouth to yours again. His teeth chatter softly and you feel your heart skip and stutter and pound at the intimacy.

His other arm pulls your thigh around his hips and he pins you against the door with his body, crushing you with broad shoulders and wet mouth and desperate intentions. You squeeze a handful of curly hair between your fingers and pull, and he sighs against your mouth in drunken relief.

And when he pulls back a little, blue eyes slitted, entranced, looking chained and addicted - vaguely you think that no one has ever kissed quite like Jeremiah Fisher.

His hand is still on your throat like a necklace, the other holding your leg around his waist as his lips trace along your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You cup his face with trembling fingers and pull him back into your mouth, catching his soft bottom lip between your teeth in an amused bite.

He moans into your mouth. “Y/N…princess…I've wanted you for so long. God."

“J–Jere…” You whimper and unconsciously push your hips into him, rocking against his hard, defined abs.

"Yes dear? Are you well? Still okay?" he asks, needing to know if it was still okay for you, if you wanted to stop.

You nod quickly – God, everything's more than okay – and he grunts contentedly, pressing your hips down so you can feel…oh…hard and big, hidden inside his pants, rubbing just once against you - just so you feel what you're doing with him.

You both moan at the contact, his thick fingers curling a little more into your throat. "I need your words baby, I need you to say it's okay."

You shake your head nonstop, starting to feel distant. “Please,” you murmur. “Please, Jeremiah, just—” your voice starts to crack, starts to shake, and he silences you, kissing you before you can say his name again.

You lean against him, desperately tugging at his shirt as you become frustrated with his intense presence. You crave his skin, but all you can hold onto is the soft cotton that hides what you want.

Sensing your uneasiness, Jeremiah smiles into your lips and holds your other leg against his body, squeezing you into him as he leads you towards his bed.

You barely hit the soft mattress before he pounces on you, kissing your lips vigorously, devouring you inside and out. His big palms are flat against the mattress, perfectly framing your head where you're lying, but it's not enough.

Of course, it's not enough. You want his hands on your body, taking everything he can from you and giving you back until you're exhausted and panting.

You pull hard on the shirt that still frames his broad shoulders, dragging the fabric up and away from his skin. In a desperate sigh, you spill syllables onto his lips, and all you can do is hope he has some mercy.

“Jere,” you say again, breathless and close to tears, revealing your surge of pent-up need for him. "Take it off. Please."

And he does. Finally, impossibly, he does.

You watch with glittering eyes as he drops to his knees and pulls his shirt over his head, the warm light from his room spreading over his golden skin until he glows. A perfect package of defined abs muscles, broad chest and shoulders, strong arms with veins running the entire length, curly hair falling around his face, and of course, blue eyes a few shades darker with desire...he's a like a Greek god.

You watch him with desire, watch his shirt fall to the floor beside the bed, watch his deft hands reach out to you, fingers hooking under your own shirt that's too big for your body.

Same exchange, maybe. You lose your own shirt to his purposeful hands, leaving you with nothing more than the plain bra you usually wear and little shorts that expose too much skin. Jeremiah pushes the big body back to yours, intoxicatingly but patiently, and kisses the last breath of your lungs until you're writhing and clawing at his skin.

It's unimaginable when your skin finally presses against each other. Bare bodies and desperate desires, nothing is left but desire burning between your flesh. You moan and allow Jeremiah to have you however he wants, and he wants to trace his lips across your front in a smooth line of kisses, fluidly unclasping your bra and pushing it off your body like the thing is an offense to him.

"God, fuck, you don't know how long I've wanted this…" By the time he got the thing off your body, his lips were all over your neck and collarbones. Kissing and sucking your skin into his mouth, leaving his marks on you. Your fingers dug into his hair and pulled, the reward was a strangled moan you could feel against your skin. "Fucking long, baby."

And suddenly he was leaning down with his mouth on your breast as his hand came up to caress the other.

Another sound, something between a moan and a gasp, escaped your mouth as he licked your nipple with his hot tongue. You tried to cover your mouth with your hand, but he pulled it away and placed it on his shoulders once more.

“I want to hear you, princess.” he whispered into your damp skin, looking up at you from where his face was buried in your breast and gently biting your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. "You're so fucking perfect, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky with desire as he teased one of your nipples with his tongue. While the hand that wasn't occupied with your breast found its way between your legs, pushing your shorts off your body with a few tugs.

"Ah, fuck…" He sighed into your nipple, tingling your skin, feeling how wet your panties were as he probed you with two fingers, circling your clit over the fragile tissue tentatively once. You let out your most embarrassing sound yet: a high-pitched moan, whimper, something like that. You'd be mortified if you had the mental capacity for it.

But Jeremiah only grew up listening you.

"Do you like it, baby?" he asks in his husky voice, kissing your belly and reaching down.

"Yes, Jere, please...I want this so badly..."

His big blue eyes blinked at you from under the heavy curtain of lashes, staring at you so intently you thought you would come at that moment.

Swallowing hard, you took a deep breath as you watched him push the soaked fabric of your panties to the side, still not taking his eyes off you. And slowly, as if he were mocking you, his lips finally descended.

You threw your head back with a silent cry at the feel of his mouth on you, and then he was there, his tongue parting your wet lips and plunging inside you. His teeth grazed your swollen clit in a single pulse of pleasure that had you squirming involuntarily, making room only for him to get his hands under you and grab your ass, pulling you closer to him. The position allowed him the freedom to tongue fuck you, moan against your folds, and the vibrations combined with the lewd feel of him inside you like that…you had already reached the point of no return.

"Damn, you taste even better than I thought baby…" He mumbles drunkenly before returning to tease your clit with his lips, his tongue running fervently over the nub. His hands moved beneath you once more, resting your legs on his shoulder. Jeremiah looked down at your glossy folds, almost shaking with excitement. "You look yummy enough to eat, kitten," he said with a wild laugh. His lips found your clit once more.

You screamed, your fingers pulling at his hair. "Jere!"

You cried his name.

He growled into your folds at the needy sound of your voice.

Within moments, you felt yourself getting more and more tense. He moaned, sucking the sensitive flesh once more and you screamed. That small action was all it took to push you over the edge. Every muscle in your body snapped and you cried his name with passion. And he continued his cares, long after your body had stopped shaking.

Impatience quickly replaces momentary lethargy and you find yourself gently pulling his head away from you, still flushed and panting. "Jere, please, for God's sake..."

You don't even know what you're begging for anymore. All you know is what you want. You want his touch, this newfound pleasure. You want it all.

He licks his lips and stands quickly, pulling his pants and underwear off his body as he lets you look at every inch of his exposed body.

His cock is the most spectacular thing you've ever seen and you try to hide your shock; he's the perfect balance of long and thick, more than enough to let you know your pussy will be full, struggling to accommodate him.

Maybe he'll leave you with a memory, a delicious pain. Something to remember that night.

You desperately want to remember that. And you want him to remember you too - like this; hot, sweaty and needing him.

He crawls across the bed until he's on top of you once more, all golden skin and defined muscles, sun-kissed hair and cock leaking precum.

You don't think you've ever seen anything as beautiful as Jeremiah.

Your mouth waters, your eyes reveal your thoughts as you stare at him. The glow in that pretty face makes you hesitantly, shyly reach out and curl your fingers around him.

"You are so beautiful." You murmur against his lips, his mouth opening with a snort and his pool blue eyes fluttering at the feel of your soft skin caressing his warm length. He's heavy and wet between your fingers and you can feel the veins pulsing along his length with each slow stroke of your palm.

"Ah princess, that's it…" he moans before white teeth hold his lower lip hostage as he looks at you from under dark lashes and heavy lids. The question hangs there, needy and urgent. You nod, fingers of your other hand encircling the back of his neck in a confident grip, legs spread wide as he aligns himself with your pussy with one hand and supports his weight on the bed with his forearm next to your face.

“Tell me what you want, my love, and I'll give it to you.” His cock jumped and you felt yourself shiver in anticipation as his head slid up and down your core. The swollen tip is shiny and wet on you and you can feel your pussy trying to pull him in with the shallow thrust when he finally presses against your entrance. He does this a few times and you whimper in frustration. He just smiles one of his wide, bright smiles, except this time there's something almost desperate there too. You wrap your legs around him and take a deep breath as his cock pushes into you, just the tip remaining immobile as he stares at you blushing back at him. He combs your hair back and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I'm going to ruin our friendship baby…” he breathes and your heart almost sinks before he pulls away and slides inside you again. "You understand?"

He begins to sink into you in an almost affectionate rhythm, allowing you to become familiar with his length. You grab his arms and squeeze them tight each time he pushes himself an inch deeper into you, sighing and rolling your hips with him, grunting as he slowly advances on you.

You blush even more when he chuckles evilly at your reaction. But you can't stop. You're ready to cry, hypersensitive and aroused by the last orgasm, desperately needing another.

His cock moves inside you some more, your pussy straining to pull him in. You shudder, the sensation delicious and torrid and aching all at the same time.

Your eyes close when he's buried to the end.

“Fucking perfect,” he exhales, squinting his eyes and breathing through his mouth. "You were made for me, princess."

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for another hungry kiss and when he hits you, you whimper, biting his bottom lip. He growls and runs his nails along the skin of your neck until he grab the strands of your hair, eliciting a loud, pent-up moan from the back of your throat.

"Please..." You start and don't finish, rolling your eyes with each thrust.

"Please what? Use your words, kitten." He's being cruel. He knows how desperate you are, how much you want him. He is trying to exert control over you.

But you don't like it? A voice from the dark depths of your mind mocks.

Yes, you do.

"I want you to fuck me, Jere," you gasped, your eyes heavy with desire. "Take me...make me yours. Please..."

"Good girl." he mutters, sending a shiver down your spine. He runs his thumb over your breast until the nipple forms a hardened peak. "So good for me baby."

You can barely breathe, you feel so full. Your nails dug into his back and you both hiss at the sensation. He thrusts into you hard, his hips rocking back and forth inside you. All you can hear is the sound of your meowing and skin hitting skin.

His hands grip your hips so hard you're sure you're going to hurt tomorrow. You beg, a strangled cry breaking from your lips as the pressure you feel builds.

And so he's turning you two; a quick, fluid movement, without leaving your body, until you're sitting on top of him as he's sprawled across the bed. You're panting and flushed, embarrassed that you're the one setting the pace now, but your desire is too high for you to remain quiet for long.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, indicating that you like this. Jeremiah smiles softly and cups your hips, pushing you back once, then pulling you forward. He groans and clenches his jaw as you circle your hips to tease his hard cock.

You feel his hands caressing your ass, squeezing, pulling and pushing you onto his cock.

"Damn, you look so good like that." he breathed, his husky voice reverent, dreamy, needy… "I can't wait to see you mess all over my cock."

Suddenly, he seems to lose his temper, pulling you up and down the base of his throbbing cock with force, making you gasp in surprise. Despite that, you feel a sly smile stretch your own lips, the satisfaction of good sex coursing through your body becomes addictive. Not that you'd have much of a basis for comparison, having only done it once - fast, clumsy and unsatisfying.

God, nothing like this experience with Jeremiah. He should have been your first, you are absolutely sure.

You rest your hands on his sweat-damp chest, forcing yourself to move your hips up and down faster. You moan, looking up at him as you tease your clit into his pelvis.

Jeremiah plants his feet on the bed and slides his hands behind you to cup your ass cheeks, opening you and lifting his hips to slam you deeper. You gasp and dig your nails into the skin of his chest, eliciting a hoarse moan from the man.

He looks at you, all clenched jaw, furrowed brows and hazy blue eyes boring straight into you. A moment passes, then another, the feeling of something big coming closer and closer.

“I could barely handle it..." he admits hastily, taking one of his hands from your ass to spread it across your belly, squeezing and massaging your flesh. “The idea of someone else's fucking hands on you, princess. Of those little guys touching what's mine…” Jeremiah lets out a shuddering breath as his hand continues up your side, thumb gently brushing the underside of your breast, causing liquid heat to pool in your core.

You whimper as he cups your breasts and pinches your nipple, moaning at the feel of his fingers sending electricity to your swollen clit, making you roll your hips harder against him.

Your toes curl and your thighs flex as you approach the edge. You lean down to capture his lips with yours, skimming your tongue along his before sucking mint and sunshine on your tongue. He moans into your mouth as you let your tongue run past his teeth and along his bottom lip.

His grip on your ass is almost painful, making you move faster. Jeremiah licks his lips and watches you as he uses the heels of his feet to thrust faster and faster into you.

"That's it love, let go for me, I want to feel you come all over my cock."

You part your lips and scream as you crush your pussy against his pelvis and come hard with your rolling hips. Pleasure rushes over you like waves as you tighten around him. Jeremiah gasps and watches your slow, hazy descent. He grabs your hips and throws you onto your back once more.

You squeal as he stands between your thighs, looking up at you with a dangerous smile before slamming into you and making you scream a loud moan. There's no patience or time for you to recover, he fucks you up during your overstimulation.

"Come on, princess, you can handle it…" You moan in response to his wild words, and grip the sheets beside you as he slides his forearms under your knees to push your legs against your chest.

You struggle to look down when you see that his gaze is fixed between your legs, nearly drooling as his watch his own cock enter your wet pussy with each hard thrust. His lips part and his messy golden hair falls in front of his electric blue gaze. He licks his lips and groans as he pumps into you harder, pushing you back against the bed.

The sight makes your pussy clench with a fresh wave of need.

You lift your hips and bend slightly as he tilts his hips, hitting your G-spot and making your toes curl. You flex your thighs and grab the pillow to scream in ecstasy as you suddenly collapse around him once more. Surprise etched across your flushed, sweaty face as you widen your eyes. Jeremiah laughs, but he's barely holding it together now, as broken as you are.

Each thrust sends the bed creaking and hitting the wall, the sound drowned out only by the loud music and shouting from the lower level of the house.

He smiles, breathless and close to the edge.

“Come for me, Jere, please...” you murmured to him, exhausted and shaky. You want to tell him to cum inside you, you're on birth control and you trust Jeremiah above anyone else. Do you really want. But all you can do is stare at him through narrowed, watery eyes, silently begging him to finish inside you.

He seems to understand you, like he always does.

He moans and pushes your legs even closer towards your chest, focusing on his own growing climax. He quickens his hips and his knees widen into the bed as he approaches. Moans escape his lips as his thrusts become erratic.

“Fuck, fuck, I've wanted this for so long,” he moans loudly, desperately. "Fill that sweet pussy. Fuck, take it all baby..."

His nails dug into yours legs as he slammed harder, his hip bones colliding with the backs of your thighs. His throbbing cock inside you soggy, wet pussy was music to his ears, pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he groans and licks his lips before parting them in ecstasy, lost in the way his cock was fucking your tight pussy.

And then you hear his breath hitch. You can feel his cock swelling inside you, stretching your pussy and making you feel fuller. Jeremiah curses under his ragged breath, speeding it up until he lets out a loud groan. "I'm cumming, fuck, fuck..."

If you had any energy left, you would have cum from just the needy sound of his voice, but your body is limp and exhausted after three intense orgasms. So you just watch it carefully; the way his bushy brows are drawn together in the most beautiful agony, his golden brown curls sticking to his forehead, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his golden skin glistening with sweat, his defined muscles flexing and relaxing...

He's perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Jeremiah pulls off of you and collapses noisily beside you, breathing hard and you slowly stretch your legs out, feeling like you might get a cramp at any moment. He lifts himself up on one elbow as your legs spread slowly in exhaustion along the sheets.

He grabs some kleenex from the desk next to the bed and goes back to wipe it between your legs. "Are you well?"

"Mmhmm...yeah, but I don't think I can get up." You said softly and laughed, putting an arm over your eyes.

"Don't worry about it baby, we don't have to leave now. We can stay here all night actually." He said and you can hear the smile in his voice, the satisfaction and happiness.

For some reason that made you more embarrassed than anything that had happened just a few minutes ago. The fact that he was obviously pleased awakened a kind of self-awareness in you that wasn't present before.

God, what did that mean to him? Was it something induced by the heat of the moment? A unique thing that you would keep only in your memory?

You didn't dare remove your arm from your face, too embarrassed to really look at him right now.

He had no idea. Inside, your heart was doing somersaults and you almost thought about crying with sheer relief and happiness at having fulfilled one of your greatest desires in life.

Here, in the low lighting of his bedroom, you couldn't pretend that you probably weren't head over heels in love with your best friend.

You could never again pretend you weren't in love with Jeremiah Fisher.

But your daydreams were interrupted when he moved beside you, and soon he was sliding under the covers with you, wrapping himself around you like a cocoon, like something safe and warm and fluffy - not the sexy man who just eat you and touched you and made you come three times in a row.

“I really like you, princess,” he whispered, his voice cracking in the process, right in your ear. You heard him smile as he gently pulled your arm away from your face, forcing you to look at him.

You swallow and try not to vent the insecurity you're feeling.

"I meant everything I said, you know." He continues, his eyes clear and shining like the sky, even in the dim lighting of the room. "You are mine. Always have been."

You let one of your hands rest on his chest, feeling his heart race under your fingertips. God, you want to agree. You want to give yourself to him more than anything...

He's right, you were always his.

But there is one thing that still troubles you.

“What if I want you to be mine too?”

He lets out a chuckle, bringing his head forward to rest in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “That's easy, love. I've been yours longer than I care to admit. And now I've had you this way, I'm not at all willing to let you go."

You sigh and smile, your eyes becoming blurred with tears once more. When Jeremiah pulls away, he laughs at the satisfied expression on your face, placing a sweet, slow kiss on your swollen lips.

His tone was teasing and affectionate as he said, “What are best friends for anyway?”

[nymphie-mama]

dinner date

pairing conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary in which a dinner date goes a little far

warnings public sex unprotected sex teasing

request

Hiii love!!! I hope ur doing welll, can you pleasee write a conrad fisher smuttt with a lot of teasing for the fem! - anon

a/n this is my first piece in a long time and probably one of my worst, apologies.

being in a long distance relationship with Conrad is difficult. He is arguably one of the most sassy, bitchy, horny people on the planet. you didn’t even know someone could be all three at once.

This really played out when you did see him.

Especially in the summer.

The short dresses and bikinis bothered him so much. He’d fuck you right on the beach if it weren’t for the risk of being caught.

So, one night the pair of you go to dinner, hoping to get away from the chaos of the summer house at the moment. You could tell he’d been hot and bothered all day, after seeing you tanning and your body all wet on the beach; just for you to end up in a tiny sundress right in front of him.

Your hair was barely dry but he was still running his hands through it every chance he could, even tugging on it every once in a while.

He was so touchy. So smooth with his words. You saw right through him.

“Con’” you said as he slid over to your side of the booth and ran his hand up your thigh, “what are you doing?”

“I need you,” he whispered, pulling your hand over his jeans to feel his erection. “It’s not fair. That you get to walk around in this tiny dress and not expect me to react."

"Can we go to a bathroom, at least?"

Within moments he was pulling you away from the booth and into the restroom. He didn't hesitate to hike up your dress and set you on the sink.

"You're so pretty, angel."

"Con," you responded, breathless and waiting for him to do something more.

"I know, I know."

Before you could think a full thought, Conrad was pushing himself into you, watching you gasp at his size. You nodded at him, placing your hands on his chest, signaling that he could move. He quickly pulled himself almost all of the way out of you before pushing close to you and finding a rhythm.

He held you up by bringing his arms around you and onto your back, making you feel closer than ever. Despite the fact that every push brought you closer to your high, they also left you wanting more.

"You feel so good around me," Conrad whispered breathlessly. You could feel him twitch inside of you as he brought his thumb down to your clit.

You were inching towards your high, and both of you could feel it.

"Con," you sighed, "I'm going to-"

"I'm right there too, it's okay."

By some divine timing, both of you chased and then came down from your highs within seconds of each other.

You took a second to calm down before receiving a terrified look from someone on the other side of the door.

[myconniebaby]

Love You More

Warnings: None really! Kissing, mentions of sex, being intimate, a tiny bit of swearing and talking dirty

Summary: You and Conrad go for a drive, enjoying each others company when you come to the realization that you have to have him right now and can't wait any longer...

Sitting in the car waiting for my boyfriend, Conrad, to finish pumping gas and I can't help but stare at him through the window. It's dusk, starting to get windy and I can see a storm bubbling on the horizon. It's one of those summer pop-up storms that comes out of no where and will most likely disappear as quickly as it comes. He looks so handsome, his hair perfectly tossled and his cheeks a rosey shade of pink. Sometimes I can't believe he's actually my boyfriend. He catches me staring at him and gives me a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. I smile back and he mouths "love you" to me and gives me a quick wink. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I shyly look away from his gaze. I hear the pump cut off and look up just as he opens his car door to get back inside.

"Miss me," he asks me with a joking tone and a smile.

"Always," I breathe out and answer him as he buckles up and puts the car in drive. He immediately reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together, pulling our clasped hands to his lips for a loving kiss. My cheeks get a flushed pink tint over this tiny gesture and he notices right away and smiles again.

"Love you," he says to me quietly.

"Love you more," I say leaning towards him and snuggling up as close to him as I can get in the car.

We're still holding hands and just enjoying being in each others company and drive around aimlessly for about an hour. When he finally takes a turn down my street my stomach drops a little. I don't want to leave him. I don't want to be apart from him for a single second, let alone minute or hour. I'm craving him in more of a way than I've ever craved being with another person in my entire life. The thought of being alone without him makes me want to weep. I love him so much it actually hurts. Almost as much as the thought of being without him. Instantly I realize that this doesn't need to end here tonight, not if we don't want it to. I gather my thoughts a moment and then clear my throat.

"Con...," I say as he pulls into my driveway. I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn my body towards him, his hand still in mine. He kisses my hand once again before letting go so he can put the car in park and turn off the engine.

"Y/n...," he mimicks me and puts his hand under my chin. He looks into my eyes and holds my gaze. I can't believe I'm staring into the eyes of the most gorgeous man in all of cousins. My boyfriend. My Conrad. Looking into his beautiful eyes and watching him, watch me makes my heart beat so fast, I feel like I can't breathe. He runs his hand through his hair and his bangs fall and frame his face. The way they gently swoops inward, drawing attention to his soft and loving eyes, makes me instantly smile. He smiles back and gives his head a shake, knowing how sexy I think he looks after he tossles his hair. I catch him glancing towards my mouth and then back up to my eyes and he sensuously licks his lips. My eyes go directly to his mouth and stare at those luscious lips of his. Red, full, pouty and begging to be kissed.

"Con...," I say again in a breathy and needy voice. He leans in and rests his forehead gently against mine, out lips dangerously close but not touching. I can feel his breath against my skin and we are both starting to breathe a little heavier even though nothing is really happening between us yet.

"Hmmm...," he manages to answer me. His eyes are closed and I close mine too, trying to control my nervousness and get ready to take this next step. I'm ready. More than ready and I know he is too. We have been waiting for so long. Waiting for the timing to be just right and this is it. It won't be either of our first times but in a sense it kind of will be. For me at least. I've never felt like this about anyone before. I've never been so in love, so over the top, head over heels, crazy for someone and I think it's going to make sex feel like a completely new and exciting experience with him. My boyfriend. My Conrad. I can't help but let a huge grin spread across my face at the thought. He must have been able to feel my smile because he pulls away gives me a slightly confused grin.

"Ok y/n, what's up? What are you thinking about that's got you smiling like that," he asks me.

"You," I state, knowingly.

"Me?," he says, dragging out the "e". "What about me...," he asks leaning in for a kiss.

His lips feel like heaven against mine. They're so smooth and so soft. They envelope my own and I can feel him sucking on my bottom lip, silently begging for me to open them. I revel in the way his lips feel against mine for another minute or so before I grant him access. As soon as I part my lips his tongue slowly melds with mine. He kisses me so passionately I feel like I could cum any moment with just his kiss. I can feel his love throughout my entire body and it's set me on fire. He is breathing life into me with every motion and every touch. I let out a throaty moan and I can feel him smirk into me. He pulls away and rests his head against mine again.

"What are you thinking about now," he asks me, brushing the hair off my cheek and pushing it behind my ear. His hand is cupping my face and his forehead is still pressed against mine and I let out a deep and happy sigh. I pull away and look right back into those beautiful eyes and smile.

"I want you," I say to him with every ounce of courage I can muster.

"I want you too, baby," Conrad says to me, putting his lips on my neck. I can feel him start to suck lightly and I almost get lost in it but force myself to focus.

"Come inside with me Con," I say. "Spend the night with me. Please."

The look on his face tells me he's trying not to get too excited yet as he asks me what I mean.

"Like SPEND the night, spend the night or just hang out? Either one is fine with me y/n, you know that. I'm just not sure what you're asking. No pressure."

I smiled sweetly at him and batted my eyes a few times. "Oh, sorry! Let me be more clear." I quickly got onto my knees and climbed onto his lap so I could straddle him. He pushed the seat back and I plopped high to to his lap, clinging to his body. I ran my hands through his hair and draped my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him with everything I had in me. His body beneath me started to twitch a little and I could start to feel him getting hard. I lightly grinded over his cock, teasing him until I could start to feel him grinding up in his seat too. I stopped kissing him and let out bodies mash against each other a minute loving the feeling of us almost together. He let out a low and haggard moan and the sound made me instantly wet.

"Fuck me, Con," I whisper. "Take me inside, rip my clothes off and make me scream your name."

He lets out an elated "fuuuuckkkkk" and looks me up and down. "You sure?," he asks me, seriously.

"I've never been more sure of anything," I answer him, matching his serious tone. I start to climb back over to the passenger seat and he helps me swing back over to my side of the car. I start to pick up my purse off the floor and my phone and next think I know, he's out the door and sprinting over to my side. He takes all my stuff in one hand and reaches for me with the other, helping me out if the car.

"Love you," I say to him as he leads me to my door.

"Love you more," he says squeezing my hand, leading us through the door way.

🩵 Thank you so much for reading 🩵

[darkeralmond]

more cam cameron smut pleaseeee he makes my heart and 🐱 throb

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Black Lace Panties

Cam Cameron x fem! Reader

synopsis: cam cameron going down on you after not being able to get you and your beauty off his mind all night. he goes crazy when he sees you in his favorite underwear

warnings: 18+, smut, oral, fem! receiving, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, dom! cam

word count: 724

a/n: honestly haven’t been in the mood to write for a while but i’m back, just don't know how much i’ll be writing or how often i’ll be uploading. was on ft with my friend while writing, she had to suffer

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His hands were on your hips and your arms were wrapped around his neck. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his eyes glistening in the light.

Your boyfriend, Cam, had a fascination when it came to you dolling yourself up and wearing dresses and heels. Tonight, the two of you were at a party and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“Oh yeah?” you cooed back, tilting your head to the side.

“Babe. I’ve been wanting to tear this dress off of you all fucking night,” he said. You giggled before latching your lips to his. Your lips passionately meshed with his slowly, at a romantic pace you both were comfortable with.

His tongue slipped between your lips and danced with yours, small moans slipped from your lips due to this. He pulled away slowly, leaving a trail of saliva between you before breaking apart. He then connected his wet lips to your neck.

“Fuck,” you whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank into his touch. He then pushed you against the wall behind you, his body then pressed against yours. You could feel on your waist his erection strained against his khaki shirts.

He nibbled at your soft skin, marking you up like you were his property. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He moved his hands down to your lower thigh. You shuddered at the sudden contact of his cold palms against your warm, aroused skin.

He slid his hands underneath your dress and up to the sides of your stomach, leaving you partially exposed to him. He then glanced down at your laced underwear. “Well,” he cooed. “What do we have here? You know those panties drive me wild.”

They were in fact his favorite pair of underwear you owned. A pair of black lace panties that shaped your curves. “I do,” you giggle. “That's why I wore them.”

“Fuck, baby.” He then kissed your lips for a brief moment before getting onto his knees. He pulled down your panties and you stepped out of them before kicking them to the side next to your heels that you took off earlier.

He glanced up at you with desire and hunger in his eyes. “You’re already wet, princess.” He then grabbed onto your thighs to stabilize you before giving your folds a long, warm streak with his tongue.

You shuddered once again, a few shocks sparking through your body. He then lapped his tongue around your clit, tasting as much of you as possible. “Fuck,” you gasped. Your fingers grasped onto his dark curls, pulling his head closer between your legs.

He placed his lips around your clit and sucked gently, the sound of his mouth filling the room. Quiet moans fell from your lips as you rested your head back against the wall.

His tongue then moved lower down near your dripping cunt, his nose now pressing against your clit. You whined, the pleasure coursing through your body in a way you couldn’t comprehend nor control. Your thighs jolted, but his strong hands kept you secure.

You drew in your bottom lip and bit on it to fight back any loud moans that begged to escape. He then pulled away and looked up at you. “No baby. I want to hear you. It lets me know that I’m doing you right.”

Flustered, you obliged to his request. You nodded your head and watched as he smiled with satisfaction. He then went back to pleasuring you. He licked between your folds once again, causing your body to shudder again.

“Fuck,” you whimpered louder than before. He tightened his grip on your thighs as you grew closer to your peak. The walls in the room around you began to spin as you felt your head grow suddenly hazy.

You let out loud whimpers as your breaths fastened and hitched. You squeezed your eyes shut as you let out a loud moan, a wave of pleasure washing out of you. Your previously tensed muscles relaxed as your arching back rested against the wall.

You looked down at Cam as he pulled his face away from between your legs. His face was now covered in your juices and he had a simple yet wide grin spread on his face. “You taste so fucking good. You always do.”

[niya-writesshit]

✮ obsessed || jeremiah fisher hc

TW: mentions of sex + smut

jeremiah fisher is so the type to be in love with your thighs. not even sexually - though he loves pinching and rubbing them when your sitting on his face - he's just purely obsessed over the fact that they exist, and are so perfect.

he just can't keep his hands away from them, not even around your parents, and he shamelessly massages them any chance he gets.

and when you're alone, oh my god.

he's constantly laying in between them - and if he's not, he's kissing and sucking on them, leaving blossoming hickeys in his wake.

and while you're fucking, his large hands are always resting on them, making sure his thumb is rubbing circles into your thigh as he fucks your brains out. when you sit on his face (which he loves), he always uses your glorious thighs as a holding spot, pressing down on them to keep you from squirming while he drives you through orgasm after orgasm. he loves seeing the nail marks in them after he's done with you, and he kisses each indent with care after he's done examining them.

it drives him insane when he sees you wearing tight shorts, when your thighs press against the taut hem, almost spilling out.

he pretty much salivates at the mouth just looking at them, especially when you press them down against the seat of a chair and they seem to become even larger.

it's an obsession.

[jareausbau]

the party

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary: you and conrad head to a party on the beach, where you run into your ex boyfriend. after a fight breaks out between the two guys, you head back to the fisher house and conrad shows you who you really belong to. 

requested by: @gillybear17​ (read request here)

warnings: fighting, name-calling, swearing, minor injury, mention of alcohol, smut, rough sex, choking, fem!receiving. minors dni, 18+ only!

word count: 2.4k

a/n: it’s been a long time since i wrote any smut, so hopefully this didn’t suck too badly haha. also, i’m new to writing on tumblr so lmk if there’s any warnings i should add! 

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Your hair billowed in the soft breeze that blew past the car, a laugh falling from your lips at the way car rides in Cousins could always lift your mood up instantly. You stuck your arm out the window, letting the wind brush against your fingers as you watched the people that were out walking as you passed by. When you had gotten out of the car you slipped your hand into Conrad's as you both ventured down onto the beach that the party you were attending was being held at.

The two of you grabbed drinks for yourself from the many coolers people had brought, deciding to walk around and talk to some of your friends for a little while. A Bluetooth speaker was hooked up to someone's phone, and you often found yourself humming along to the beats of songs as you strolled around. The song changed to one of your favorites, and Conrad laughed as he looked down at you.

"It's like they just knew that you'd be here," he teased, and you nudged his arm.

"Come on, let's dance," you said with a smile, Conrad groaning jokingly.

"Really?" he asked, and when you nodded excitedly he couldn't help but give in.

You wrapped your arms around Conrad's neck as his moved down to your hips, smiles on both of your faces as your eyes met. You began to softly sing along to the song that was being played, and Conrad couldn't help but fall in love with you even more in that moment.

"What are you doing here, slut?" you heard someone call suddenly, eyes moving over to your left and your breath catching in your throat.

There, standing there with a beer can in his right hand, was your ex boyfriend Nathan. You had met him a few years ago at the country club while working with Jeremiah and Steven, and the two of you had gone out a few times. At the end of the summer you found out he was actually several years older than he said he was, as he was leaving town to go back to his senior year of college, and you broke up with him after finding him hooking up with one of the other girls around your age that was at a luncheon one day for the debutante ball.

"What did you just say?" Conrad asked, the two of you having stopped dancing and were now just standing there.

"Oh, she heard me," Nathan smirked. "I said, she's a slut."

"Last time I checked, you were the one hooking up with every girl in Cousins that looked in your direction that summer," you replied, making the boy laugh.

"Whatever you say, bitch."

"Get away from her," Conrad interrupted, stepping away from you and moving to stand in between you and Nathan.

"Or what?" Nathan taunted, stepping closer to Conrad.

"Come on, let's go," you said, putting a hand on Conrad's shoulder. "He's not worth it."

"Neither are you, so I'm glad I got away from you while I still could."

That was all it took for Conrad to snap, stepping forward to punch Nathan in the face. Your mouth fell open in shock and your eyes grew wide, jumping backwards slightly.

"Leave her alone," Conrad said as the two fought, and you suddenly grew worried that Nathan would somehow knock Conrad out.

"Guys, stop!" you called out, moving to the side of where the two boys were fighting and trying to squeeze in to break the fight up.

Nathan went to swing for Conrad's face just as you managed to get in the middle of them, Nathan's fist colliding with your cheek and knocking you backwards into Conrad's chest.

"Don't you dare touch her," Conrad all-but-yelled.

I turned around to face the boy that had an unreadable fire in his eyes, pushing him backwards.

"Come on, Conrad," you said, and one glance down at you and one more up at Nathan had him grabbing your arm and pulling you away.

The two of you walked across the beach in the direction of the cars, Conrad angrily dropping your arm and leaving you to follow behind him nervously the rest of the way there.

The ride home was silent and you stared out the window the entire time, your eyes dancing across the different signature items that made Cousins the town that it was. When you had gotten back to the Fisher house, you let out a shaky breath as you watched Conrad pretty much slam the car door shut behind him. You were suddenly worried that you had done something wrong, and that Conrad was acting like he was mad at the world right now because he was actually mad at you.

"Conrad?" you asked after following him inside, and you found him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

"You should've let me beat the crap out of that guy," he mumbled, making you sigh as you sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of him.

"And then what? They throw you in jail, or something?"

Conrad looked up at you and raised an eyebrow, making you smile softly.

"I'm sorry I didn't let you kill him," you said, and Conrad let out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I wasn't planning on killing him," Conrad protested, but you could tell by his tone that he wasn't as opposed to the idea as he was claiming to be.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against Conrad's, hearing him let out a sigh.

"Thank you for being my knight in shining armor, Conrad Fisher," you whispered teasingly, making Conrad smile as you let out a quiet laugh.

"Shut up," he mumbled as he jokingly swatted at your arm and you dodged his hand.

"Make me," you replied as a go-to response that popped into your head, but your joking reply made the mood in the room shift quickly.

Conrad's eyes met yours and the two of you stared at each other with baited breaths.

"Yeah?" he whispered a few moments later, and after a few more moments passed you nodded.

"Yeah...make me."

Conrad's lips were attached to yours almost immediately after you finished your reply, your hands falling to rest on top of his knees and his reaching over to grip your thighs. You quickly stood up and moved to straddle his lap, one of Conrad's hands on your lower back and the other gripping your shoulder from behind. Your hands moved up to tangle themselves in his brunette locks, tugging slightly and pulling a choked-out groan from his lips that had your hips cantering forward.

You frantically slipped your hands under Conrad's shirt and began to scratch at his chest,  your hips beginning to grind down into his and making you both let out soft moans into the kiss. Conrad's hands moved to slide up the back of your shirt, his fingertips brushing against the band of your bra, impatiently waiting for him to move his fingers to unclasp it. You pulled away from the kiss, your eyes meeting his as you both tried to get some more air back into your lungs.

"Upstairs," you whispered, and Conrad was quick to grab your legs, lifting you up off of the couch and carrying you upstairs and into his room.

You shut and locked his door behind you both as quietly as you could, Conrad gently dropping your body down onto his bed before climbing up it to where his body was hovering over yours. He slipped his shirt off over his head before grabbing the hem of yours and pulling it upwards as well, leaving you there in a black lacy bra and a pair of jean shorts. Conrad leaned down to press a line of kisses up from the band of your shorts up to the patch of skin between your breasts, making your body arch up into his mouth as you internally begged for him to do something.

His mouth traveled up further until he reached your neck, biting your skin and making you let out a soft moan while screwing your eyes shut. After nipping and sucking in the same spot for some time he pulled away, rubbing his thumb over the bruising skin with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not going to be able to hide that," you panted, watching as Conrad shrugged. "Your mom's gonna see. Or Jeremiah."

"Good," he said, pressing his lips to yours. "Let the whole town see. Let them know exactly what happened."

You felt a rush go through your body at his words, desperate beyond belief as a whine fell from your lips. You leaned up to bury your head in the crook of his neck, biting his skin in response. He met your eyes after you pulled away before he was sitting back up, pulling his own shorts off and watching as you impatiently squirmed.

"Conrad, please just touch me already," you begged, Conrad's eyes turning darker immediately as he moved back over you, one hand moving to rest on your stomach as his fingertips began to ghost across it.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck and then another to your earlobe.

"I'm touching you right now," he whispered, causing a shiver to go up your spine.

The boy smirked at the way your body immediately reacted to every word that fell from his lips. He knew that he could ask you to do literally anything and you would do it for him because of the spell you were under, finding that to be so hot.

"Not what I mean," you whined, and he was quick to stop his movements, making you whimper as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

"Then show me," Conrad said, holding out one of his hands for you to take.

You pressed your legs together tightly at his words, and Conrad let out a 'tsk' as he noticed. He shorts his hand down to spread your legs apart, cupping your throbbing cunt through your jeans. You let out a loud moan, the seam of the jeans pressing against you and giving you some pressure but not nearly as much as you needed. Conrad pressed his lips to yours in a quick peck.

"Gotta be quiet, Y/N. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded your head frantically, your entire body turning to putty in his hands. Conrad Fisher could pretty much ask you to do just about anything and you would do it for him, no matter what the consequences were.

He slipped his hand inside of your shorts, his pointer finger dancing across your soaking wet folds through the material of your underwear. He groaned, hips pressing forward into the bed to relieve some of the pressure wound up inside of him. His finger dipped inside of you slightly, and you choked on a gasp that fell from your lips at the feeling. Conrad moved his fingers up to circle your clit, quickly pressing his lips to yours to stifle the moan that fell from your lips. He loved how vocal he could make you when you had sex together, but right now wasn't the time for that when you weren't home alone.

His fingers sped up and you felt your lower stomach start to burn with ecstasy, grabbing his wrist and effectively halting his movements. Wanting to tease you, his finger moved slightly every few seconds, making your hips jolt as you tried to stave off your impending orgasm.

"Conrad, I need you," you cried softly, grabbing his shoulders tightly. "Please, Con."

He was quick to reach over to grab a condom from inside of the dresser next to his bed, pulling off his boxers in the process. He moaned softly as he slipped it onto his sensitive cock, the noise shooting straight to your core.

"Fuck," you moaned, and Conrad was quick to move so his body hovered over yours once again.

"You ready?" he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your neck while his fingers rubbed small circles against your hip.

"Yes," you whined, and Conrad didn't hesitate before bottoming out completely inside of you.

You let out a soft cry as you felt his tip brush against the deepest points inside of you that your fingers could never reach, Conrad groaning as your walls clenched around him. He pressed his lips back against yours, your tongues fighting for dominance as he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you again and again. You broke the kiss as you struggled to get air into your lungs, stifling a whine as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You screwed your eyes shut, too exhausted to keep them open much longer.

"You know," Conrad began, knowing just how much his words turned you on. "Nathan was wrong earlier."

"Why are we bringing Nathan into this?" you managed to get out with a slight laugh, making Conrad laugh as well.

"You were never his slut," he said, watching as your eyes opened back up to meet his in confusion. "You're only a slut for me."

You threw your head back as his head moved down to latch onto one of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he palmed the other roughly with his hand. He sped up his movements, his hips practically slamming into yours with each thrust.

"You're mine," Conrad whispered, his breath dancing across your earlobe before he softly bit the end of it.

"Yours," you whimpered, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. "All yours."

Conrad slipped his hand up to wrap around your throat, applying a little pressure and making you choke out a breath.

"Shut up," he whispered seductively. "Don't want anyone hearing you, do we?"

Your eyes rolled back and your body arched as waves of pleasure washed over you, Conrad helping you ride out your high while pressing soft kisses across your chest. His name fell from your lips in a whisper that had his hips stuttering as he fell apart as well, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You let out a breathy laugh after Conrad removed his hand from your neck, leaning over to press your lips against his. One of your hands moved to cup the back of Conrad's head, keeping his forehead pressed against yours after you pulled away.

"I'm sorry he was such a jerk earlier," you whispered, eyes searching his as your fingers played with his hair. "But thank you for being there for me."

"Always," Conrad replied immediately, making your smile grow wider.

Conrad cupped your cheek, smiling himself as he brushed his thumb over your soft skin.

"I'll always be there for you, no questions asked. Especially if it means that this will always happen afterwards," he teased, making you both laugh as you pressed your lips to his once again.

[cognacdelights]

the law of the forbidden fruit

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summary: she wanted him, but she knew that she couldn’t have him. yet, the temptation was torture. and, eventually, everyone breaks under pressure. 

warnings: swearing. underage drinking. cheating. sexual content. unprotected sex. rough sex (kind of). exhibitionism. biting kink.

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Temptation is an unrelenting sin. One bite and you’re infected: no remedy, no antidote, no cure. It works its way into the very core of your soul; into the very depths of the corners and crevices of your being and it gnaws at you. It devours you. It wears you down nibble by nibble, then bite by bite, until there’s nothing but a hair-like shred of your sanity left. It consumes you. It becomes you. You’re merely but a shell of fervent yearning; yet another unsuspecting victim of arguably the most deadliest of the seven sins. It was a double-edged sword; the more illicit it was, the more you hankered for it — and the more you hankered for it, the more illicit it became.

It’s intense, but it’s supposed to be. Because what’s more exhilarating than indulging yourself in something that you’re not allowed to have; something illicit; something forbidden? What bigger rush of adrenaline could you get than the thrill of being caught; completely out in the open, exposed for the world to see you in your most carnal of states? What bigger invigorating high could you possibly get than the very moment that you cave into all of your worldly desires; that very moment in which the line was crossed, and the point of no return was reached? What sweeter taste could there be than the bite of the apple that hung from the tree in your own sanctuary of haven; or the kiss of your boyfriend’s brother who had been giving you the same longing, brooding looks that burned a desirous hole through your chest and ignited an insatiable fire?

The law of the forbidden fruit; it was a tale as old as time, quite literally. The serpent enticed Eve to take a bite from the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge. Whilst the stories may have evolved over the years, the anecdote remained the same; you want what you can’t have. Why? Why did we always, without fail, want what we can’t have with a hellfire passion? Because the risk, the thrill, the surge of adrenaline tastes just as sweet as the reward. It’s two hits of euphoria in one, and who doesn’t want to feel like they’re on top of the world — far beyond the metaphorical heaven of cloud nine, and floating amidst the satellites and constellations?

Conrad was her apple. The six foot, solemn brother of her doting boyfriend with the long, chestnut hair that flopped over his face and the piercing, malachite eyes that held her captive whenever he laid his gaze on her. She could feel the burn of his stare searing through her skin whenever he was in her proximity. She felt his presence right down to her bones. She felt the way in which he would ever so subtly sweep his gaze over her from head to toe, then back up to meet her eyes. It breathed a new kind of life into her; it gave her an insatiable buzz. Perhaps she was addicted to that that very buzz.

Talia knew that it was wrong to lust after her boyfriend’s elder brother. Of course, she did. She was an emotionally intelligent and perceptive person who knew right from wrong, and she knew of the unaired tensions between both Jeremiah and Conrad. She knew that Jeremiah harboured a deep and overwhelming jealousy of his brother — of his unbearable ability to get whatever he so desired. It was an overarching theme of their childhood that just went unspoken. And despite knowing this, despite knowing how this niggle had eaten her boyfriend alive for the better part of his life, and despite how much love she had for Jeremiah, she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t stop the way in which she felt around him; the way in which her pulse raised and pounded in her ears whenever he was close; or the way in which an inferno set alight in the very pit of her stomach and burned her skin with the heat of the flames; or the way in which her breath evaporated from her lungs.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a sick and twisted part of her that didn’t want to stop herself. If she was really, sincerely honest with herself, she would admit that she loved it. She loved the buzz. She loved the intoxicating breath of life that it breathed into her. And, deep in her subconscious, there was a part of her that loved it more than she loved Jeremiah.

There was a subtle almost breeze lingering in the air as she peered out over the wooden railings of the gazebo, onto the water. It was quite the picturesque sight as the silver streaks of moonlight reflected from the star-sprinkled heavens above onto the placid surface — the distorted, crescent-shaped form breaking occasionally with the spontaneous ripples of the gentle waves — as the lush branches of the surrounding trees framed the edges of her view. It was quiet too. Appreciatively peaceful, and serene; a far cry from the overcrowded beach house, of which the faint echoes of the blaring music filled the background alongside the calm back and forth of the water. It was a much-needed refuge away from the rowdiness of the full house, the thumping baseline, and the oppressive heat.

Sometimes she just needed to step away from everything and take a moment, or several, to herself; sometimes she just needed a second to compose herself — especially when around Conrad. Talia never wanted to arouse suspicion to anyone, let alone Jeremiah, but had been noticeably flustered for the majority of the night. Their eyes had met over the perfectly placed, red solo cups of the beer pong table numerous times, and even just a brief flash of his infamous, brooding stare had sent a shiver down her spine. The very nape of her neck burned a feverish heat and her heart thudded tenfold against her chest — all as she stood just millimetres beside her ever loving, ever adoring boyfriend. Somewhere amongst the flickers of excitement and the longing for more of his attention, she felt a slither of guilt. However, it soon dissipated into the abyss the second she felt his intense eyes on her once more; he looked her up and down — attentively tracing the outline of her silhouette. Then came the rush of ecstasy that sent her into an orbital high.

A wash of relief trickled through her as the cool air grazed against her flushed skin, and she took a deep breath. As she let out a steady exhale, she heard the light pads of footsteps against the wooden jetty that led up to the gazebo. They grew louder — not by much, but she could tell that they were getting closer.

She didn’t even need to tear her sapphire eyes from the scene before her to know who it was. The quick shot of adrenaline that coursed through her body and the invigorating burn of a pair of acute eyes shamelessly raking themselves over her figure told her everything that she needed to know. The rich sandalwood cologne that nonchalantly wafted through the air with the leisurely draught was just a silent confirmation of what she already knew.

Her eyes remained forward, somewhat fixated on the luminous reflections of the moon as it rocked back and forth with the tides. Out of the very corner of her eye, she caught the familiar nautical tattoo and the front strands of the oh so recognisable, floppy, brown hair. She kept her mouth firmly shut and dropped her gaze ever so slightly — this time attentively watching his ring-cladded hands as they settled on the varnished top of the railing. He leant his weight forward on the points of his elbows as one hand gripped tightly onto the neck of a half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan and the other dangled casually in the thin air. His burly biceps tensed, and the bottle of rum momentarily disappeared from her view — replaced with distinctive sounds of sloshes against the glass.

Eventually, she acknowledged his presence. Still without uttering a single word, she turned her heard to look at him and was immediately met with those same, veridian eyes that she had been avoiding. Yet another surge of ecstasy flooded through her; suddenly she felt alive. Talia observed with a cautious gaze as he extended the offer of a drink to her, tipping the lidless bottle towards her as a suggestive arch raised his eyebrows upwards. She knew that it would be a monumentally bad idea to accept the offer, and to put herself in the position to be intoxicated and inhibitionless in the presence of the one person that she struggled to contain herself around. She knew damned well that she shouldn’t take it.

Yet, she did. With a half-smile quirking the corners of her rosy lips upwards, she took the bottle from him and took a long, generous sip. The spiced rum burned as it trickled down her throat and warmed her stomach. It was a shot of confidence; as the alcohol coursed through her veins, she found it within herself to meet his intense gaze.

“Jere’s looking for you,” Conrad spoke, his tone hoarse yet somehow smooth and comforting.

Talia wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to his statement; in all of her temptation-filled thoughts of Conrad and the way in which she revelled at the slightest slither of attention that he showed her, Jeremiah had become less than a second thought. In fact, she hadn’t even had so much as a fleeting thought of his existence, never mind their relationship, since the shudder of guilt that had pressed against her chest during their game of beer pong. That was several longing stares and at least two cups of the strong rum punch ago. Even then — in that very moment, as she heard the gentle pads of the feet making their way along the wooden jetty — her first thoughts went immediately to Conrad; there was not so much as a half an inch of her that was hoping for it to be Jeremiah, not in the way that she did with Conrad.

Instead, she cocked her head to the side. An unreadable glimmer illuminated the pearl-like speckles of her eyes as she remained silent. Not a single word surpassed her full, gloss-glazed lips, yet the look that she gave him spoke a thousand words. She peered upwards through her thick, dark lashes as a subtle, sultry pout tugged on her lips. Their gazes locked in an ardent stare once more. Her cheeks rouged with the heat of the chemistry that erupted between them, and her chest heaved up and down ever so subtly with each breath that she took. She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat.

She refused to let him see how undone she became in his presence, so she forced herself to steel her nerves. She was not putty in this man’s hands — physically or metaphorically. “I like it out here,” she admitted with a sly change of subject, steering the conversation as far from her boyfriend as she possibly could.

A lone, rasping laugh rippled through his chest, “me too. It’s one of my favourite spots.” He paused for a brief second before continuing to speak, his voice silky and suggestive as he lowered an octave, “it’s quiet and out of the way here. You can really be alone. It’s nice.”

“I agree.” Her voice was whist and reticent as the words tumbled from her mouth; a thought having barely been formed before her tongue ran away from her. “It’s a good getaway spot, to just step out of reality and take a moment to gain some clarity,” she agreed.

He nodded his head — the parted strands of his soft, chestnut hair shifting ever so slightly, “just take in the atmosphere and feel things that need to be felt.” Attentively, he raised his hand up to her face and tucked the stray wisps of her cinnamon hair that had fallen into her fair features behind her hear. The very tip of his forefinger traced the curve of her ear, before continuing a leisurely trail along her jawline. His hand then wrapped itself around her neck in an ever so gentle hold before his lips found hers.

It wasn’t quite the hot, sloppy, and lust-filled kiss that Talia had envisioned and replayed a thousand times over in her mind; it was soft, and passionate, and slow. Yet, tidal wave after tidal wave of electricity surged throughout her body. His lips were tame, and his tongue was soft as it worked against her own — their lips moving in a perfect, leisurely synchronisation. The hand wrapped around her throat was dominant and sexual, yet there was an overwhelming gentleness to their embrace.

After a few, pro-longed moments of passion, they separated — chests heaving up and down as they caught their breath. Once again, their gazes were fixed upon one another. They were processing; they were analysing the moment that they had just shared with one another. It was silent for a brief second, nothing but their heavy breaths filling the quiet.

Then, there it came. All of the zealous heat that emanated from the vehement flames that burned in the very pits of their stomachs; all of the pent-up tension between them; all of the sinful temptation that had been building over the course of the last two months. It all unravelled before them. Swiftly, Talia stood on the very tips of her toes and coiled her arms around his neck — her manicured fingers combing roughly through the ends of his long, shaggy hair. Her swollen, gloss-smeared lips smacked against his own in a fury of lust and she was once again sent skyrocketing towards the stars, an intoxicating wave of pleasure drowning her from head to toe.

Conrad was immediate in his reaction. His paw-like palms instinctively found their way to the curvatures of her waistline and pulled her in close. At his request, her body pressed against his own — her taut nipples pressed against the toned muscles of his chest through the thin fabric of both her anchor-printed dress and his plain t-shirt. His hand audaciously descended down her silhouette and rested itself against her ass, giving it a tight and teasing squeeze. A complacent smirk crept across his chiselled features as they continued with their fervent embrace, and she responded with a quick, little nip of his bottom lip with her teeth.

A low, grunt-like groan rumbled through the very depths of the back of his throat as he felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was hot and excited, and that feeling only intensified as her dainty fingers ran through the knotted ends of his hair and yanked with a slight might. Talia was pushing all of the right buttons in a perfectly co-ordinated sequence that only she was privy too, and boy was he enjoying it; he felt energised, and alive, and as though he was on the most powerful trip of his life.

He detached his rum-laced lips from hers and placed lustful, little kisses that trailed from her lips down to the crook of her neck. He ran his hot, wet tongue over her sensitive skin — eliciting a soft moan from the very back of her throat. It spurred him on in his salacious actions as he ran the very tips of his pearly teeth over sweet spot of skin, before giving it a gentle nibble. He kissed, and licked, and sucked to his heart’s content as whining breaths slipped from between her lips — leaving a fresh bruise behind in his wake. Then, he returned his lips to hers, kissing her with a fervid passion.

He took several forceful steps, guiding her backwards until the cool wood of the bench seat pressed against the backs of her knees. His palms pushed against her curvaceous hips, forcing her down onto the seat and their lips to reluctantly separate. She peered up at him through her dark, mascara-coated lashes just as she did before, and watched as he slowly descended to his knees. The warm palms of his hands placed themselves on both of her knees and pried her legs apart with an abrupt motion — sending her sharp breath inwards echoing around the open expanse of the landscape.

Conrad then placed his authoritative fingers beneath her slender thighs and gave her a gentle tug forwards until she was perched on the very edge of the seat. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as the soft pads of his fingers traced a meandering trail up her tanned thighs, and beneath the short, frilled hemline of her dress. They hooked around the string-like waistband of her lace thong and pulled her underwear down. A lopsided smirk curled the corner of his full lips upwards, and lust glazed over his veridian eyes, as she carefully lifted her lips — allowing the thong to fall to her ankles. He slipped the meagre fabric from around her ankles and tucked it into the back pocket of his light wash, ripped jeans.

His clouded eyes peered upwards once more, his gaze fixing on hers as the pad of his finger found the exposed skin of her upper thigh. Taking in the feel of her silk-like skin, he trailed his finger downwards in an ever so leisurely motion, over the bone of her knee and proceeding down her shin. As her reached her now bare foot, he gently hooked it over his broad shoulder — pulling him ever closer to her forbidden fruit. His lips peppered several, lust-filled kisses along the inside of her thigh as he slowly made his way towards her pussy. His pearly teeth nipped and nibbled as the sensitive skin until he found his favoured patch. He, with every ounce of yearning inside of him, sunk his teeth into the inside of her upper thigh and marked her. Then, he continued to suck and lick over the sweet patch to his heart’s content.

Finally having his fill of her sunkissed thighs, he refocused himself on her sweet, sopping cunt. His tongue stroked long, languid lined across her wet folds as breathy moans slipped from between her lips. Her manicured fingers coiled around the very edge of the wooden bench and held on in a vice-like grip, allowing herself to indulge in the euphoria of his masterful tongue. The very tip of his tongue found her swollen clit and toyed with it wickedly; he blew a gentle huff of air out against her most sensitive of nerves and watched — elation dancing across his sun-drenched complexion — as she writhed before him. He circled it slowly, his tongue dragging a painfully slow trail around her rose bud of nerves before gradually increasing his pace. He had hankered over this moment for the better part of two months, and he was most definitely going to enjoy it whilst it lasted.

His hot palm rested against her inner thigh as his fingers dug into the soft skin and his tongue lapped expert motions against her core. An arrogant smirk curled the very corners of his lips upwards as he felt her voluptuous hips rolling, grinding against his face in a desperate bid for more pleasure. He nibbled lightly, eliciting an exhilarated whine from the petite brunette before him. Boy, did he love the sound of her moans; each salacious tone was another hit of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, and he was soon becoming impatient to feel her electric touch on him.

Talia raised her arms above her head — desperately grabbing onto the wooden back of the bench with her fingers. She held on with a vice-like grip as her hips subconsciously rolled in rhythm with his now fast-paced licks and her back arched at an unholy angle. Short, shallow gasps spewed from out her mouth as his tongue quickened its pace once more and her toes curled tightly. Elated moans filled the otherwise serene waters surrounding them and the metaphorical rope began to tangle within the very pit of her stomach; the frayed rope looped and knotted around itself, pulling ever tighter with each new weave until eventually — with one final tug — it pulled itself loose. An emphatic, high-pitched whine echoed through the dark abyss of the night as she came undone at the mercy of his masterful tongue.

Eventually, her loud moans dissipated into heavy breaths as he lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar. She straightened her posture, shuffling herself back against the wooden back of the bench _ her legs remaining, pinned open by Conrad’s presence. With her hazy, indigo eyes trained on the taller brunette, she watched as he stood up. Her French-tipped fingers almost instantly found their way to the belt loops of his skinny-fit, light wash jeans and pulled him closer with a hungry tug. His eyes darkened to a deep, forest green and glazed over with a fire-like yearn; Talia most definitely excited him in ways that no girl had excited him before.

She effortlessly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged on the zip until they rigid fabric was played open before her. The dainty palm of her hand cupped his semi-erect dick through the thin fabric of his Calvin Klein boxers and gave him a teasing rub. A devilish smile contorted her complexion at the rugged sound of his low grunts. She took her time in slipping her hand beneath the fabric but continued to give his now fully erect dick slow and taunting rubs.

Pulling his hard length from the constraints of his boxers, she lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock with a lascivious stroke. Her tongue swirled salaciously around his tip before she took the head into her mouth. Deep, carnal grunts spilled from between Conrad’s full lips as he placed a both his hands behind his head and pushed his hips forward. His hunger-filled eyes watched from his towering height as she continued to swirl her tongue around the tip of his dick, and her hands wrapped around the very base. Her palms pumped along the length of his dick as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip, teasing him just as he had done to her.

Eventually, she took his length into her mouth. The very tips of her straight, pearly teeth grazed along his shaft as he she ever so slowly retreated. Then, she repeated the process, taking his hardened dick into her mouth once more and retreating back. With each masterful bob of her head, she heard the grunt-like groans of the floppy-haired brunette fill the peaceful quietness of shoreline. She quickened her pace with each encouraging moan until she felt the pressure of his hand against the very back of her head.

Her loose, chestnut curls tangled beneath his clammy palm as he pressed down on the back of her head, pushing her mouth further down his rigid length. God, it felt as though he had ascended into heaven as the very tip of his dick hit against the back of her throat; it was so euphorically tight and pleasureful. His remaining hand steadied himself, supporting his hefty weight, against the white-painted pillar of the gazebo as his other continued to push her sinful lips further down his length. His strong hand relaxed and allowed her to retreat for a brief moment, before pushing her down once more. He repeated his actions once again and set into a hurried rhythm — carnal grunts and vulgar moans pouring from between his lips.

His head leant backwards and his eyes fluttered closed as his breathing became heavy and laboured. His paw-like hand continued to guide her salacious mouth with a steady, fast-paced rhythm until he felt it; his toes were hanging over the metaphorical edge of the cliff, ready to tumble forwards into he unknown. One more strong, rough shove of her head down onto his dick — his length pushing its way down into the tight heaven of her throat and he came undone himself. He came in her mouth, spilling his pearly load down her throat as lustrous moans spilled from his mouth.

Releasing her the back of her head and her chestnut tangles from his vigorous grip, Conrad allowed himself to catch his breath for a brief moment. His muscular chest heaved up and down with each intense breath as the invigorating hormones surged throughout his body. He felt as though he was on fire; he felt electric. That’s what Talia’s touch did to him. No, that’s what Talia in general did to him; he felt more alive than he ever had before. He felt renewed; refreshed; like he was riding the most extravagant high of his life.

His intense gaze returned as he peered back down, and his malachite eyes met with hers. He observed as she ever so nonchalantly ran her finger along the under side of her lip, wiping away the stray droplets of his cum. A husky moan rumbled through his burly chest once more, reminding him of his insatiable lust for the sunkissed, brunette temptress before him. The pad of his forefinger rested below her chin and inched her upwards into a standing position, then up onto her the very tips of her ivory-painted toes.

His rum-laced lips hovered over hers, just a mere millimetre apart, until he took the plump flesh of her bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged roughly, breaking the skin ever so slightly before pressing his lips to hers in a fervent embrace once more. It was a hot, lustful kiss. Her wandering fingers combed haphazardly through his dark locks as he slipped his palms behind her marked thighs. With one swift and effortless motion, her hickey-littered thighs were wrapped around his waist and his tattooed, burly arms were supporting her weight.

Conrad turned the entwined pair of them around and perched himself on the wooden seat of the bench, allowing her exposed knees to fall either side of his body. Their lips remained locked in an impassioned embrace as his dauntless hands explored the lower half of her silhouette; they traced the length of her slender thighs upwards — masterfully slipping beneath the short hemline of her sundress and grasping at her voluptuous ass. He squeezed her ass flirtatiously hard as the trimmed tips of his nails dug into her bronzed skin, leaving red, crescent-shaped marks.

As they continued to kiss with a fervid intenseness, Conrad’s dick hardened once more in sheer anticipation of the main event. It was something that he had fantasised over many a time; his lust-filled mind would wander during the sleepless hours of the early morning, thinking of all the different positions he could contort her slender, curvaceous body and ruin her beautiful cunt. He’d anticipated a hot and ardent quickie — rough and ready, sloppy, and barely unclothed; yet, similarly, he had envisioned a slow and sensual moment with steady, meaningful strokes and long, passion-filled kisses. This moment, however, very much resembled the former scenario and there wasn’t a single syllable of a complaint to be heard. There was something quite carnal and erotic about the heat of the moment and the spontaneity; the exhilarating thrill of the possibility of being caught, yet still being too caught up in the passion and the ecstasy of the moment to care.

He lined the tip of his erect length up with her wet slit and slid himself along her folds. Soft, angelic moans spilled from between her swollen lips as her curvaceous hips rocked ever so lightly back and forth in tandem with his thrusts.

Then, temptation overwhelmed him; he was far to eager to continue down the teasing road that he had headed. With a full, one-eighty turn, he positioned himself at the very opening of her entrance and guided her down length. A loud moan of satisfaction crawled up from the very depths of the back of his throat and dissipated into the cool air as he gave her a moment to adjust inside of her.

Talia — in slow and masterful motions — rocked her hips back and forth. His warm palms resting on the curvature of her waistline guided her, encouraging her to increase her pace with each complete back and forth rhythm. She pressed her rosy lips to his in a heated embrace, her tongue pushing past his lips and finding his own instantly; they moved together as one, caressing one another as an inharmonious melody of emphatic whines and amorous grunts filled the star-dusted sky. Her French-tipped nails dug deep into his brawny shoulder blades as she leveraged herself, lifting herself up before slamming herself back down onto his throbbing erection.

It wasn’t long before she was desperately grasping at the ends of his messy, brown locks — pulling roughly on the ends. Loud groans and pleasure-filled moans erupted from his mouth between the sloppy, wet kisses as she quickened her pace on top of him; he could feel her pussy walls clamping and unclamping around his rigid cock and — in an instinctive response to the ecstasy-like high — he bucked his hips upwards. His name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly in a sultry whine before sinking her teeth into the exposed flesh of his shoulder. She bit down hard, channelling all of her euphoria into that one bite before peppering salacious kisses along his neck and jawline.

Several rampant strokes later and Talia had found herself teetering on the brink once more. Nothing but pure and unadulterated pleasure surged throughout her body — reaching the very tips of her ivory-painted toes and the very top of her head — as she quickened her rhythm once more. Then, in with a shriek-like moan, she came undone once more; her pussy pulsated on beat with her pounding heart as she spilled her honey-like juices all over his thick, hard length. She continued to ride out her orbital climax, until he gave one final, rasping grunt himself and spilled his white ropes of cum inside of her.

The pair of them were left heaving and out of breath as neither dared to move. It took them a drawn-out moment, but eventually they managed to compose themselves. Talia slowly climbed off him, retreating from his lap and standing before him. Her manicured fingers tugged the frilled hemline of her dress back down over her nail-marked ass in a desperate bid to cover the shameful mess that they had created between her legs. Conrad, ever so casually in his lackadaisical manner, tucked his now flaccid dick back into his Calvin Klein boxers and buttoned his jeans. He tugged the metal zip closed and then peered upwards with his hazy eyes.

Talia brushed the delicate pad of her thumb over his reddened lips, wiping away the remnants of her sheer lip gloss, “Jere can never find out about this.”

Conrad stayed silent — offering nothing but another one of his infamous, brooding glances.

Eventually, he nodded his head in agreement and rose to his feet. Nonchalantly, he straightened out his now crumpled, white t-shirt and adjusted his light wash jeans to sit more comfortably on his hips. Then, with those final words uttered by Talia, he made his way back down the wooden jetty — the soft pads of his off-white converse fading into quiet.

[lemon-jellybelly]

watchin' you just ain't enough (I wanna taste the way you say the things you say)

The party is fun, but you and Jeremiah can have more fun on your own. Things get heated once you find some privacy.

title from the song "Taste" by Sawyer / crossposted to ao3 / gif by bethereforya

Shayla and Nicole were practically shouting in your ear to be heard over the music, but you could still barely pay attention to what they were saying. It was hard to focus on anything when your boyfriend was across the room, knelt down, golden curls flopping back as he tilted his head to catch the liquor from the ice luge. You were mesmerized by the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed and couldn’t help but grin on your own as he wiped an arm across his boyish smile. He was so gorgeous that you weren’t the least bit ashamed when he glanced up and caught you staring. The wink he sent lit butterflies in your stomach, and you tried to cool down by taking a sip of your drink and turning back to the girls in an attempt of nonchalance.

It didn’t work. “I didn’t realize I was being so obvious,” you laughed as they watched you in amusement.

“It’s adorable.” Nicole insisted. “You guys are like, the perfect picture of young love.” A blush warmed your ears as you took another, longer sip.

“And besides, who can blame you?” Gigi added, having joined while you were distracted. “Jeremiah looks really good tonight.” Her eyes lingered a bit too long as she continued, “he always looks really good.”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

Gigi nodded in response, lifting her arms in a show of retreat.

She was right, though, of course. While Jeremiah was always eye-catching, his white shirt was crisp enough to make his summer tan glow and just short enough to offer a glimpse of his lean torso every time he lifted his arms. Which, thanks to the current round of beer pong, was often.

It wasn’t long after you finally tore your eyes away from Jeremiah that he came in search of you. You were mid-laugh when a familiar pair of arms circled around your waist and hugged you to his body.

You let your head loll back onto his shoulder so that you could look up and greet him quietly. “I brought you a drink.” He said, tapping your thigh with the red cup in one hand.

“I have a drink,” you said, holding it up as proof.

“Yeah, but this one is fresh.” He enticed you, raising an eyebrow. “Only the best for my girl.”

You couldn’t help but beam back at him. “Well, who am I to say no to that?” You exchanged cups, Jeremiah handing you the full drink and chugging your half-empty one in its place.

When he finished, he ducked his head down to kiss your exposed shoulder, your neck, below your ear. A shiver ran through your body and though you hid behind your drink, you soon gave up on trying to keep a straight face for the girls. There was no question of who had your attention, and you wanted to soak it in without an audience.

You barely even finished asking Jeremiah if he wanted to take a lap around the party before he was tugging you by hand out of the room, and you waved mischievously at your friends as you left. You said brief hellos as the two of you made your way through the house, nodding to Steven as he mixed a drink and cheering on Belly as she crushed Conrad in flip cup. You knew the upstairs was technically off limits, but you said nothing as Jere led you up and through the first open door he found.

“Is this Haley’s bedroom?” You asked, examining the walls as Jeremiah locked the door. You’d never met the host of this party, but the girl in the photos looked about your age. You took a final sip, letting the buzz course through you, before placing your cup on the white vanity.

“I would assume so.” Jeremiah shrugged, taking your hands and turning you to face him. “But that’s not really my focus right now.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh? So what is?”

With a smirk, he cupped your chin to lift your lips to his own. As much as you loved to tease him, you loved to kiss him more, and so you gave in. As you made out, Jere slowly walked you both backward, until his legs hit the bed and he lowered himself down. His hands trailed down your back, shoulder blades to spine, hips to thighs, where at last he gripped you and pulled you down to straddle him. You giggled but the laughter quickly faded away as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

One hand remained at the back of your thigh and the other grasped your waist, holding you flush against him, as your own arms slid to lock behind his neck. “Jere,” you whispered against his lips, and he hummed.

“Sounds so good when you say my name.” He murmured, lips tracing down your jaw to attach to your neck.

“Jere.” You repeated, a bit more insistently, tugging gently on a curl at the base of his skull. He moaned quietly against your throat before sucking the skin, hard, eliciting a gasp that had your back arching into his chest. One of Jeremiah’s hands crept tantalizingly up your shirt to slide under the band of your bra, pressing you even further into him, if that was possible.

He was moving back up to kiss you when a knock reverberated on the door and you froze, faces barely a centimeter apart. Neither of you moved, hoping whoever it was would walk away, until a second knock pounded on the door and you glanced over your shoulder.

“Ignore it.” Jeremiah whispered, and you stood no chance against his sparkling blue eyes. You hesitated, but his fingers pressed lightly into your skin, bringing your focus back to him. With practiced ease, he peeled off your top, stroking the bare skin revealed along the way. If another knock came after that, you didn’t hear it.

You kissed him urgently and he responded so, deftly unclasping your bra next and tossing it to the floor. His hands were warm as he cupped your breasts, thumbing over your nipples until you whimpered. “That’s it,” he encouraged between kisses. “Let me hear you.”

“Feels good,” you sighed. But it wasn’t enough; you needed to feel his skin against yours. You sat back just enough to reach for the hem of his tee and pull it over his head, tousling his hair in the process. There was a moment before he pulled you back in, in which you admired his taut muscles and smooth skin, only to realize his eyes were combing over you the same way.

“I love your body.” He said, fingers now trailing up and down your sides. “I love you.”

You bit your lip, still shy in front of Jeremiah despite it all. “I love you more.”

For a beat, he could only gaze at you in admiration. Then, with a slight shake of his head, as if in disbelief at his luck: “come back here.”

You obliged gladly, rolling your hips back onto his lap and feeling him, hard, underneath you.

He raised his pelvis slightly to grind harder against you. Your ensuing moan was all the permission he needed to reach for your waistband. The button on your shorts released easily, and Jeremiah wasted no time in slipping his hand down the front to press against you through your panties.

His fingers easily found your clit and worked up a steady pace that had you whining into his mouth. “Fuck, baby, please,” you babbled. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough to make you cum and he knew that; he reveled in making you beg for him.

“Please what?” He asked innocently. You dropped your head to his shoulder and moaned as he increased the pressure and therefore friction against the dampening fabric. “Tell me, sweetheart, what do you need?”

You panted as he continued toying with you. “Need to cum. Please make me cum, Jere.” You could see his pupils dilate in the time it took for him to close the gap and kiss you again, harder and messier than before. You were getting so, so close. He could feel it, your body trembling against him, so it was entirely cruel when he stopped suddenly. You let out a cry. “No, no, no.” You begged. “Please don’t stop.”

“Just for a second.” He promised soothingly, tugging down your shorts. “Just want to get you out of these, want you to come around me.” True to his word, it only took a moment to rid you both of your remaining clothes and grab a condom from Jeremiah’s wallet. Then you were back in his lap, hot skin on hot skin, and then, with matching sighs, he was inside you. Your bodies fit together with ease, the once-burning stretch as he filled you now comfortably familiar.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you exhaled, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling lightly. “You feel so good.” His response was a broken moan, and the sound had your stomach fluttering.

With the guiding help of his hands on your hips, you built up a rhythm that had you both keening as you rocked back and forth. “God, you’re so tight.” Jeremiah muttered breathlessly. This only encouraged you to pick up your pace, and he tipped his head back, exposing his throat for you to lick. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s my girl.”

The words had an unexpected effect on you, and you nipped at his throat before speaking. “Say it again.”

He tilted his chin enough to eye you. “You’re my girl. Always.” He didn’t wait for a response but brought your lips back together. Your movements were somewhat limited by your refusal to peel your upper body away from his, but both of you were satisfied by the depth he reached every time you sank back down on his cock. In fact, you may have been able to cum just like that, but you weren’t one to complain when Jeremiah wet his thumb on your tongue and brought it down to circle your clit. A steady chorus of gasps and mewls fell from your mouth at the added stimulation, but Jere wanted more. “You don’t have to be quiet, baby,” he urged. “It’s so loud out there, no one can hear, tell me how good you feel.”

You immediately acquiesced, letting your jaw relax and the sounds flow out. “I feel so full,” you whimpered. “I want this all the time, wanna be able to feel it tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” He egged you on breathlessly. “Want to walk around with a reminder of me? You can’t get enough, can you?”

“Mm-mm.” You hummed. “Always want more of you. Next time, want you to cum inside me. I want to feel it.”

You could feel his abs clench at your words. “Oh, fuck.” He groaned. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna make me cum now if you’re not careful.”

“Want you to.” You encouraged him, but he was determined to get you off first. He dropped his head to lap and suck at your nipples, fingers speeding up below, and it wasn’t long until Jeremiah could feel you tightening around him. As you got closer, his movements lessened in skill but increased in passion, until he had you right on the brink, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

“So goddamn gorgeous.” He said, taking you in. “Come on baby, come for me.” He fucked you through your orgasm, swallowing your cries and supporting your shaky body with an arm across your lower back. The overstimulation was beginning to border on painful when his own muscles tightened and he came, too. You loved the way he looked like this: a sheen of sweat at the root of his messy curls, ocean eyes two shades darker than normal, jaw strong despite his open lips. He may have hooked up with other guys and girls before, but now he was yours, all yours, only yours. He was flirty and friendly with everyone, but this? This was just for you.

Satiated, you were both catching your breath and neither of you made a move to separate yourselves. “Love you,” you told him again, nuzzling into his collarbone.

He cradled you against him with both arms, pressing his lips at the top of your head. “I love you, too.” You rested this way for a moment, listening to his heartbeat and inhaling his scent: a sweet mixture of sweat, sunscreen, and shampoo. Above you, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, resting his cheek against your head. This was comfortable yet exhilarating, safe but bold. This was love.

The spell was broken by a sudden pounding on the door, followed by an determined attempt to turn the locked handle. When this failed, a desperate voice came through the wall: “whoever’s in there, you better not be fucking on my bed!”

You and Jeremiah caught each other’s eyes with matching guilty grins. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” And with one last kiss, you sealed the deal.

[sh3lov3dyou]

UMM…

before i write i wanted to know how people would feel if i were to publish a steven conklin smut…i wanna make sure everyone feels comfortable with that and i want some opinions. lolll comment plss!!

[jammysworks]

hi!! could u do jere keeping nudes of u while hes in boston while they arent at cousins?

the thought of jeremiah keeping nudes of you on his phone after you both went back home at the end of summer

the first being a photo of you sitting on top of his lap facing the body mirror displayed in front of you both. his fingers drilling into your soaked hole, his other wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb

his favorite has always been the video he took one time while giving you backshots. the way your moans progressively turn into whines the closer you get to cumming has him reaching into his pants to jerk himself off

he has a polaroid nude of you stashed in his phone case. your chest on full display as you bounce up and down on his cock. jeremiah's unoccupied hand is gripping onto the skin of your hips, leaving light red nail marks behind

he told himself he would try to not call you while you were at work but he couldn’t get himself to stop thinking about the way you moan in his ear and clench around him when you’re about to cum. his ramped thoughts led to an emergency facetime call while you rushed to the bathroom, shoving your fingers into your pussy as he pumped his cock dry secretly taking a few screenshots for later

the latest nude photo taken is of you in missionary position with his phone resting on a stack of books. jeremiah’s cock drilling into your pussy as you moaned and begged him to give you a break, but of course he wouldn’t stop. you felt so good

[hallietblr]

Could i get a conrad x reader smut where they are in a secret relationship/fwb and at the end maybe admit they like each other or start dating?

tangled up with you | c.fisher x reader

a/n: ahh i had such a good time writing this one for you! thank you so much for the request love <3

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), swearing, mentions of weed usage.

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sneaking around with my best friend’s older brother made life so exhilarating, maybe because of the risk tied to it. i know that if jeremiah were to find out about conrad and my secret relationship that’s been going on for the past eight months, there’s the possibility of losing my best friend.

according to jeremiah, conrad and steven were not allowed to date or hook up with me. i was off limits. i was jeremiah’s best friend since the second grade and the last thing he ever wanted was for things to get complicated with his brothers (steven is basically another brother to him) having a relationship with me.

but feelings are feelings, they can only be suppressed for so long before moves are made.

and maybe the incredible sex tied to conrad fisher sways that statement.

i look out my bedroom window to see the jeep park on the side of the road. the silhouette of the golden haired fisher brother bobbing his head to the music. i giggle before turning to my vanity mirror to check myself out for the last time.

i fixed up my hair, touched up my mascara and lip gloss before spritzing myself with my signature perfume. i grab my phone that sat on my bed before scurrying down the stairs and yelling to my parents that i’m heading out.

i slide my vans on as i make my way over to conrad’s car. i open the door and he’s already smiling at me,

“hey pretty lady,” he winks, making me flush pink.

“hey handsome,” i say back as i settle into my seat, he cradles my face before pulling me into a long kiss. something we’ve both been craving for after pretending for the whole day around steven, belly, and jeremiah that we were, of course, only friends.

his lips tasted like mint and his chapstick, i smile into the kiss and i feel his lips turn upwards in response.

“you ready?” he asks after pulling away, i nod excitedly.

conrad always takes me to new places around cousins, we typically sit on the roof of the car and talk endlessly for hours into the night. sometimes we will smoke a j together, often making out and touching each other in places that isn’t normal for friends to touch.

the weeknd hums quietly as we drive in the night, his large and vascular hand placed highly on my thigh. his long fingers slowly crawling up to my centre. i feel myself getting more excited when his hand is centimetres away from my core.

he pulls away which makes me pout while he puts the jeep into park and steps out the door. he comes to my side of the car and opens my door, he offers his hand as i step out.

conrad brought us to the lighthouse, where waves crashed upon the large rocks and you can see the bright reflection of the moon and stars sparkling on the water. his muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind and we sway side to side, i’m taking in the beautiful sight.

he places gentle kisses on the back of my neck, and i tilt it to the side to give him better access. i can feel him smile at the action as he carefully sucks at the soft skin.

“this view is beautiful,” i tell him, turning around to put my arms around his neck,

“yeah?” he asks with a smirk, “well my view is better.”

his eyes flicker down me and back up to my eyes,

“you’re so cheesy”

“i love you, baby” he kisses me again,

i kiss him back passionately, my fingers getting tangled up in the locks of hair at the back of his head, “i love you so much more.”

so stands two teenagers, desperately in love, making out by the cousins lighthouse in the middle of the night. their hands running up and down the sides of each other before conrad pulls her back towards the car to continue their fun.

we both crawl into the back seat, he lays me down carefully across the three seats as he hovers over me. he removes his shirt in one motion before leaning down fo connect our lips again.

our teeth and lips are clashing as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip, i open my mouth to greet his tongue as it continues to explore.

his hand inches down my body, giving a soft squeeze to my boob before moving down to the edge of my cotton shorts. i sigh in pleasure as he slips his hand into my lacy thong, his fingers playing with the bundle of nerves that make me lift my hips up for more contact,

“please.” i beg him, arching my back as his lips kiss down my throat,

“relax, my love,” he mumbles against my skin, “i’ve got you.”

i moan out as two digits enter me, slowly but hardly thrusting into my centre, “fuck, you’re so wet.” he groans.

he continues to finger me for a few moments longer to prepare me,

“you ready?” he asks me and i nod, conrad kisses my lips again before pulling down my shorts and his own. his thick cock with veins running up it’s sides slaps his abdomen, released from the constrained boxers they were in.

my mouth basically drools at the sight. i’ve always knew that conrad fisher was handsome, but seeing him in the moonlight with his six pack and erected dick only made the wetness between my legs increase.

i watched intently as he lines himself up before sinking down into me, bottoming out. every vein and inch of his cock stretching me out in the best way possible. my head throws back at the feel of him inside of me as he thrusts deeply into me.

i moan loudly, grabbing the edge of the car seat and the head rest as i feel him nearly hitting my gut.

“fuck!” i cry out as he buries his face into my neck, increasing how hard he’s pounding into me. his hand grabs the back of my right thigh, pushing it to my chest to give himself a better angle to hit my sweet spot.

i bite into his shoulder, making him groan lowly as i feel his dick twitch inside of me. my hands are in a frenzy, clawing his back or pulling at his hair or anything to get him closer to me.

“you like that, baby” he moans as he continues to thrust his cock to my sweet spot that makes the knot in my stomach tighten. i nod quickly, “yes, holy fuck, you feel so good!”

“no matter how often i fuck you, your pussy is always tight for me,” conrad breathes out into my ear, “you feel so good around me, babe”

“m- maybe because your dick is so big,” i stutter out back to him, as i feel my orgasm coming closer.

“are you close?” he asks, “i feel your walls squeezing my cock.”

i moan out in response, unable to form words with the state of bliss im in. i cling onto his shoulders as my legs start to shake,

“fuck, i’m gonna come soon,” conrad groans, throwing his head back in pleasure, “where do you want it?”

“i- i’m” i try to speak, but my eyes keep rolling backwards, “i’m on the pill.”

he looks down at me with lust in his eyes, “are you sure?”

i nod, “fuck, conrad!”

he picks up the pace of his thrusts, now chasing his high. his hand reaches down to start rubbing figure eights on my clit to help me get my orgasm,

“come on my dick, baby” he tells me, “i know you can do it. i’m right behind you.”

“fuck, conrad!” i scream out, “i’m coming!”

“that’s it baby” he pants out

conrad litters my face with kisses as my toes flex upwards and my thighs are shaking. my back arches to his chest as i feel my orgasm crashing down on me all at once.

i release pornographic type moans and all i see is white as my nails claw down his back.

i feel him release inside of me, his warm coating my walls as he slowly thrusts me through my orgasm. he eventually pulls out and grabs a baby wipe that he stored under the driver to seat to clean me and himself up. conrad helps me put my clothes back on and kisses my shoulders while he pulls my t-shirt on.

we drive quietly back to my house where he kisses my goodnight before i exit the jeep. right as i open my front door i feel my phone buzz in my back pocket,

con <3:

goodnight my sweet girl, i hope you had as much fun as i did tonight! i love you so so much❤️

i blush at the text and turn around to the road where i see him blow a kiss in my direction. i pretend to catch it and place it on my heart before sending one back. i see a smile etch onto his face before driving off.

y/n <3:

i always have fun when i’m around you, sweet dream baby :) i love you!

[cruelconrad]

Restaurant Whispers

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, fingering, little angst/teasing

Summary: you're having a secret relationship with Conrad Fisher. You like to sneak around with him until he decides to tease you miserably. When you all go out to dinner, you finally take the higher power and get from him what you wanted all day...

“We can’t keep doing this.” You say as his fingers and tongue run over your sensitive spots. He started at your lips, made his way down your body and came to a stop between your legs. You moan his name. 

“Seriously, we have to stop.”

“I don’t see the point.” He mumbles. He pretends to only listens to half the words you tell him, because if it were up to him, he would never stop doing this. Doing you. 

You push your head into the cushion’s and let out a frustrated groan. When you lift your head again, you put your hands in his hair and try to push his head away from the most sensitive spot of your body. He resists, but you don’t give up. When he finally raises his head from between your legs, his expression is irritated, but his eyes are filled with need. 

“What?”

“You’re not listening to me, pretty boy.”

“I am listening, I just don’t want to hear it.” He’s resisting, but he does it with the sweetest and most sexiest smile a girl could dream of. You make a sympathetic noise and pet his silky hair. 

“No seriously, we need to go down stairs and act like we’re the most innocent pair of friends.” You sit up on the side of his bed. His head is still in your lap. His blue eyes look up to you and he chuckles: “Trust me, you’re anything but innocent to me, y/n/n.”

A few minutes later, when your heartbeat is pounding it’s normal rhythm again, you walk down the stairs as if Conrad wasn’t just pleasing you with his tongue. You give him one last longing look before you both enter the large kitchen of the summer house. 

“So, what did you think of the movie?” Steven asks Conrad. 

“Uh, I really liked it. Weird ending, though. Very abrupt.” He says hesitant. You chuckle because you know damn well you didn’t see a second of the movie your brother recommended. 

“Interesting view, bro.” Steven always looked up to Conrad, so he didn’t even question his answer. When Steven was deep in his thoughts again, you looked at Conrad. He gave you a fleeting mischievous smile. 

You get up from the chair you were sitting in to get a drink from the fridge. You don’t even bother to get a glass, you just drink from the carton. Turns out that wasn’t the smartest idea because the carton has a tiny leak. Big drops of soda land on your white top. You look down at your now stained top. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Language!” Your mother yells as she walks in. “Oh y/n. Why do you always spill and ruin your clothes?” She says in a disappointing tone. You don’t answer because it is a rhetorical question.

“It’s because she’s a little baby.” Steven says. You glare at him. 

“Shut up, Steven.”

“Okay that’s enough for now you two.” Your mom interups before you can say more. “Y/n, go clean yourself up.”

You obey and turn around immediately. On your way to the bathroom, someone grabs your wrist. You’re startled but when you find out it’s him you loosen up. He backs you up to the nearest wall and whispers in your ear: “Should I take that off for you?” His eyes gleam with excitement. His hands are on either side of you against the wall. He has you trapped, there’s no way out. You both kind of get a kink out of all this sneaking around. The fact that you can’t have him in public kills you, but it makes you want him even more. A warmth fills your chest and slowly rises to your cheeks. When he sees you blush he says: “Do you like it when I do this?”

“Hm-mm.” You agree. 

“How much?” He has a curious and confident look in his eyes. 

Instead of answering him with words you grab one of his arms that was pressed against the wall and lead it down your body. As you bring it down he makes sure his fingers slightly touch your body. They slide from your collarbone to your nipple, that reacts immediately. From your nipple to your belly button. And from your belly button the the soaking wet spot between your legs. You are wearing a short skirt with lace panties so it isn’t hard for him to feel how turned on you are. You feel his fingers rub the lace. His lips are parted, his mind concentrated on his fingers. On you. When his fingers move to the inside of your panties, directly at your entrance between your folds, you soak in a deep breath and close your eyes. Embracing yourself for when his two fingers enter your body. But it only happens for a second. His fingers leave your body as quick as they went in. You open your eyes in frustration. When he sees your expression, a teasing smile appears. You almost had what you wanted all morning: him inside of you. But it didn’t last nearly long enough. He’s teasing you. He’s showing you what you can have, but what he won’t give to you. Yet. 

“Conrad, what are you doing?” 

“I’m doing what you did to me this morning. Leaving you in misery.”

“That’s not fair.” You stutter. 

“Life isn’t fair, sometimes you just have to deal with it.”

His fingers withdraw and he gives you one last smile before he turns around and leaves you standing in the hallway. What is he doing to you? Who does he think he is? You’re a confused mess. You scoff and repeat his words in a mocking voice. 

“Is Conrad being his annoying self again?” Jeremiah walks down the stairs. 

“Yes. Yes, he is. Be sure to beat him to death when you see him.”

“Damn, he really got to you didn’t he?”

“Oh no, just for a second.” You run up the stairs and add in a mumbling voice: “Literally.”

Later that evening you go to a fancy restaurant with the whole summer house crew. You borrow a long blue silky dress from Susannah. It fits perfect and has a slit. The shapes of your body are shown beautifully. The blue suits your tan. You wear your hair up in a cute - almost messy - bun. Around your neck is the infinity necklace Conrad gave to you. You’re proud that it belongs to you and you wear it with confidence. However, you’re giving Conrad the cold shoulder because you still don’t forgive him for what he did to you in the hallway this morning. When he noticed you were mad, he told you you looked beautiful. Your heart melted from the inside, but luckily you still held your ground.

When you all walk over to the table and get seated, Conrad quickly sits down besides you. You want to protest but you know it’s pointless… he often gets his way. You talk to Jeremiah during the appetizers, yet when the main course arrives, he turns his back on you to talk to Steven. For as long as possible, you try to concentrate on your plate while everyone else is having a conversation. Everyone else except Conrad. He is now leaning close to your side.

“I’m sorry your mad.”

You glance around the table to make sure nobody sees this. 

“I’m not sorry. This is not some joke, Conrad. I’m serious about us.”

“Us?”

“Us, this, you… whatever.”

“No, I like ‘us’.” He says tender. For the first time tonight you look over at him. His eyes look concerned, like he was afraid of loosing you. And then it hit you: this boy loves you as much as you love him. You feel pride, a little bit of dominance, and oh fuck- horny. “This is not the time.” You think to yourself. But your body says something different. Before you know it you lean close to Conrad and whisper: “Finish what you started.”

“What?” He says in disbelief. But he knows damn well what you mean. You lean back on your chair and spread your legs that were just neatly crossed. Before he slides his hand over to your lap, he also checks your surroundings. Everyone is still in a heated discussion, not paying attention to either of you. His hand reaches the inside of your thigh. You thank the lord that this dress has a slit. His delicate fingers slowly move up the inside of your thigh, reaching for your panties. He moves them aside and places his fingers between your wet folds. He carefully moves them up and down a few times before he enters your body. You moan a little, but when you see the warning look on his face you turn it into a fake cough. Nevertheless, nobody pays attention to you. He starts to thrusts his middle and ring finger inside of you. You arch your back. It’s so hard not to moan. You bite your nails to not make a sound. What he’s doing to you now, has never felt so good. You stop biting your nails and tightly grab the wrist between your legs that belongs to the hand he’s touching you with. Moving your other hand, you rub - his already hard - crotch. It’s a shame you can’t touch him like he’s touching you. The more you rub his dick, the faster his fingers move. When you almost can’t take it anymore, you pinch him to stop him from moving. 

“Meet me in two minutes.” You whisper seductive. You stand up, mumble you have to use the bathroom, and walk away from the table. You really hope there’s not a wet spot visible in your dress. 

The bathrooms are what you expect in such a fancy restaurant. They’re big and clean. There’s a big counter with clean towels and fresh soaps with a mirror above it. You look at yourself and fix your hair a little. That’s when you hear three knocks. You open the door and there he is; leaning against the doorway; with a tempting look in his blue eyes. You don’t say anything when he locks the door and pushes you against the counter. He picks you up, sits you on the counter, and kisses you untamed. You both release the horny and needy tension between you two. You can only think of him. Of his hands touching your body. Of his lips touching your lips. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck. Your hand is in his hair on the back of his head, pulling it lightly. You put your head back, up against the mirror. He reaches your collarbone with his lips and stops. You look down and his eyes meet yours. His hair hangs wildly in front of his face and his lips are swollen. 

“Do you remember infinity?” He refers to the infinity necklace that lays between your collarbones. 

“Of course.” You say hoarsely. It means everything to you. Because he means everything to you. He gave you the moon and the stars. Infinity. 

[gxdsfavgal]

Karaoke Night

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Warnings: y/n is 18 so same age as Conrad, mentions of alcoholism & addiction, underage drinking & smoking, angsty, fluff VERY fluffy ending, not edited

A/N: all of my TSITP writings will have the reader as Taylor’s sibling. I’ll have a separate post linked in all future TSITP writing on our “oc”

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Every year during summer, Taylor and I take a bus to Cousins for Belly and I’s birthday. It’s been like this for I don’t know how long.

This year we get to stay for more than just the weekend. Belly and Laurel convinced our parents to let us stay for the whole week, since this year I’m turning the big 18 and Belly is having a little Sweet 16.

After getting picked up by Belly and Jere, and getting ice cream, we sped to the Fisher house.

We parked and entered the house, trying to tiptoe so we can surprise the rest in the kitchen.

“So what’s for lunch?” I said out loud as we rounded the corner.

Susannah, Laurel, and the other two boys quickly turned their heads to Taylor and I’s big smile. The mom’s stopped their cooking and pulled us into a hug.

Steven and Conrad paused their game and fast-walked towards us. Steven pulling me into a side hug, not really caring since we are in the same friend group at school.

“Connie!” I squealed once Steven let go of me.

A small smile appeared on his face as I opened my arms, inviting him for a hug.

He hugged my waist and pulled me off the floor, spinning us a little.

Susannah in the back was saying some banter about us almost knocking down some things.

He put me down with a chuckle.

“Go help the girls with their bags!” Laurel patted Jere and Conrad’s shoulders.

“Oh! Taylor and y/n, you two can either sleep in the guest room or with Bells.” Susannah spoke with a twirl of her kitchen towel.

We nodded and all moved in sync to upstairs.

“Oh y/n!” Susannah said out loud, I stayed back in the kitchen while the rest went up.

“Yes?” I gave her a nervous smile.

She gave me a big tight hug which was a surprise to me.

“He hasn’t smiled this much in months. Thank you.” she whispered in my ear.

“Oh I didn’t know but anything for you Susannah.” I squeezed her tighter before she tapped me to go upstairs.

Connie was waiting on the stairs, making sure to give us privacy.

“What was that about?” he asked as we walked up the steep steps.

“Oh just her saying how i’m becoming a woman and she’s proud of me.” I giggled.

“Seems like my mom.” he chuckled as we reached the rooms.

Taylor told Jere to put her bags in Belly’s room and told me I can stay in the guest room since they have a lot of catching up to do.

Connie followed me into the guest room with my bags, setting them down on the wooden floor before plopping onto the bed.

I laid down next to him, our eyes staring up at the white wooden ceiling.

I sniffed around and the smell led me to Connie’s hoodie.

“Have you been smoking and drinking?” I questioned him, sitting up slightly, leaning on my elbow.

He froze, not saying anything. He knew that I was disappointed in him. He knows what Taylor and I go through back at home.

My door swings open revealing Jere. “We’re gonna swim in the pool!”

I sat up from the bed, smiling at Jere. “I’ll be there, don’t wait up for me!”

He closed the door leaving Conrad still laying on my bed and me searching through my bag for my bathing suit.

It was quiet, you can hear the multiple conversations throughout the house, and the sounds of everyones steps.

I let out a sigh, walking my way to Connie with my bathing suit in hand.

“Please, please! Promise me that this is just for the summer.” I looked down at his face smushed into my pillow.

“Yes, fine.” he mumbled.

“Okay thank you.” I left a peck on the top of his head. “Now go get ready for the pool.”

I rushed down to the pool with Conrad following behind, seeing that Jeremiah, Belly, Steven, and Taylor is already in.

I jumped into the pool, making sure to splash them all while Connie just sat on the side.

Small playful complaints came from those in the pool.

“So who wants to play chicken?” I yelled.

“Y/n’s my partner!” Jeremiah said as he swam up to me, his hand on my waist.

“Connie wanna join?” I asked but he shook his head no.

Belly and Taylor rolled their eyes knowing that Conrad is annoyed with his little brother.

“Taylor you can go on Steven for now and then I’ll go on the loser’s after.” Belly said, trying to include everyone.

Jeremiah and Steven sunk down into the water as Taylor and I went onto the shoulders.

When they both stood up, Belly started counting us down.

The two boys circled around as Taylor and I started to push each other with our arms, trying to knock the other down.

With a final push and Belly commentating, Taylor fell backwards off of Stevens shoulders.

Jere took me off his shoulders and we cheered.

“We’re such a good team!” he said with his arm around my waist and his curly hair dripping.

I looked up at his blue eyes and just cheered more, splashing water at him.

“My turn against the winners!” Belly said as she high fived Taylor.

Conrad took his feet out of the water and quickly walked back inside the house.

“Connie!” I yelled trying to get his attention but failing.

“Just forget about it, he’s been acting like that for months.” Jeremiah said with a pat of my shoulder.

I just nodded, but it still clouded my thoughts.

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A couple days later was Belly and I’s birthday. We woke up bright and early to get ready together, while everyone was either sleeping or getting ready for the day.

Once we got ready for our 18th and 16th, we headed downstairs into the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday Y/N and Belly!” Susannah and Laurel said with big smiles on their face and coming up to give us motherly kisses all over our faces.

More ‘Happy Birthday’s’ were said from the boys and we replied with our ‘Thank you’s’.

The moms told us to sit together at the dining table as they brought over Belly’s Mickey shaped pancakes and my heart shaped waffles.

Belly and I had a staring contest to see who would take the syrup first and luckily Conrad distracted her so I can go ahead and snatch it. Laughs were coming from all around, it was already an amazing birthday.

After we ate, the moms told us to go to the living room so we can open ours presents.

Belly and I sat on the couch while everyone else sat on the floor or the chairs.

Conrad loudly cleared his throat, getting a weird stare from his mom which made all of us kids giggle a little.

“Happy Birthday y/n” he gave me a signet ring with Cousins boarders engraved on it.

“Connie! Are you proposing to her?” Susannah said out loud trying to make him blush.

Laurel chimed in about how she always saw us as a couple.

“Connie! I think we’re too young to get married!” I joked, trying to make him blush more.

“No seriously though I love it!” I stood up to tackle him into a hug.

Everyone said their aw’s and that’s so cute.

Later in the day, we prepared for a small karaoke get-together. Belly invited her deb friends and Cam. The moms decided that we would be alright by ourselves so they went to the Fat Pelican, having a few drinks for themselves.

All of us teens were crowding the living room as the light were all off with some cool disco lights that Susannah and Laurel borrowed from the Country Club.

There was some pizza and some drinks which obviously we added some alcohol to make the night more fun.

“Look at the sunset Connie!” I pointed out the window in the kitchen, running up to it so I can take a picture of Cousins.

“Are you looking Co—“ I turned around and he was taking a pic of me with a big smile on his face. “You didn’t want to tell me to strike a pose?”

“You don’t need to pose.” he put down his phone and looked out into the sunset with me.

“Y/N!” I heard a hell of bloody murder.

“Oh my god! Belly! What?” I yelled back, stomping into the living room with my funny theatrics that her and I do.

“C’mon birthday twin!” she held out the microphone out to me. I looked at Conrad as he found an empty seat and smiled at me through the brim of his red solo cup.

Belly and I sang to Styles by Taylor Swift but soon after when I was sitting on the couch talking to Cam about marine animals, Jere took the microphone and raised the volume.

“You can dance! You can jive!” he sang into the microphone, pointing his finger at me.

The girls began to clap in sync, telling me to go up with Jere.

“See that girl, watch that scene! Digging the dancing queen!” everyone sang together as Jere twirled me around and serenaded me.

Him and I danced to the music, enjoying the presence of everyone.

“You come to look for a king!” Jere twirled me around to where my back was against his chest and his arms crossed over my collar bones. “Anybody could be that guy!”

I made eye contact with Conrad who I can tell tried to keep a positive attitude.

I didn’t want to seem selfish for not wanting to babysit him on my birthday but it’s my 18th. I shook it off and danced with Jeremiah until the song ended.

He got claps from everyone and bowed like he was in on Broadway.

Conrad swiftly left the living room and tried to sneak his way outside to the pool.

“Where are you going?” I asked him right as he took a step outside.

He looked back, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “Gonna take a walk on the beach.”

“Can I come with?”

He rocks his body on the balls of his feet. “Yeah.” he whispered.

The two of us walked down to the shore in silence, listening to the waves crash.

“So… what’s been going on with you?” I broke the silence.

“Oh um, just the usual.” he nodded. I can tell that he wanted to walk in silence and be alone.

“So... no more college football I heard.” I bit at my bottom lip, not knowing how he would react.

“Um, well yeah. It was all my dad.” 

I nodded my head in silence.

“Your mom told me that you haven't been yourself.” he groaned. 

Connie was never like this, he was never one to keep to himself. He would always lecture Belly and I on not smoking, and other shit that he does now.

I stopped in our tracks, throwing my hands over my head. “I just feel like ever since I arrived you’ve been so happy then mad, i’m just confused.”

He sighed. He rolls his eyes and spins his body in annoyance.

“Talk to me Conrad.” I crossed my arms.

“You’re confused y/n?” he spoke quietly, I can only hear mumbles over the waves crashing.

“What?”

“I asked, are you confused y/n?” he spoke louder, I flinched at how loud he was.

“Yes! I’m confused! One minute you’re smiling and cuddling with me, then the next thing I know you don't even want to be in proximity of me!” I crossed me arms, trying to make a point but all he does is roll his eyes.

“You’re the one who’s confused? I can’t figure out if you want me or my brother.” he was fuming.

We both stood there in silence, my mind was thinking about all the ways that Connie could’ve thought that I wanted Jere more than him.

“Connie.” I took a step towards him but his eyes were staying on the sand at our feet. “Why would you even think of that?”

“The pool. Karaoke. I don't know?” he was quiet, his mind clouded. His hands coming up to rub at his face.

“Conrad Fisher. I love it when you tell me to sleep in your bed because mine is too far of a walk, when it’s across the hall.”

He looks up, not moving his head. His face softens.

“I love it when I run up to you and you spin me. I love the dance lessons we have.”

He chuckles at the memory of the multiple times he’s had to teach me the same moves.

“I love the ring that you got me, I literally put it on my left ring finger.” I lifted up my hand, showing him that I made a promise to myself and to him.

He softly lands his forehead onto mine, playing with the ring that he gave me.

“I love you Conrad.” My hands cupping his jaw, thumbs rubbing circles on his soft skin.

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