#you guys his voice is like music to my EARS

[pucksandpower]

So Good to Me

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc is the perfect man for you … getting stopped on the street for a random TikTok challenge just serves to prove that even further

The warm Monaco sun beats down on you as you stroll leisurely along the bustling sidewalk, a canvas tote bag filled with fresh produce and flowers from the local farmer’s market hanging from your shoulder. The salty sea breeze wafts across your face, carrying with it the excited chatter and laughter of tourists admiring the luxurious yachts bobbing in Port Hercules.

You smile to yourself, relishing this perfect Mediterranean afternoon. Just a quick stop at home to drop off your purchases, and then maybe you’ll take a dip in the infinity pool on the terrace to cool off before Charles is done with-

“Excusez-moi, mademoiselle!” A young man’s voice breaks through your daydreaming. You glance over to see a twenty-something guy with a neatly trimmed beard, expensive-looking sunglasses, and a black t-shirt emblazoned with HUSTLE in white block letters. He’s holding a mini microphone and has his iPhone pointed at you, clearly filming.

A TikToker.

You sigh internally but force a polite smile.

“Oui, puis-je vous aider?” You reply in French.

“Ah sorry, I don’t speak much French! Do you speak English?” The TikToker asks eagerly in a British accent.

“Yes, I do. Can I help you with something?” You say, switching to English yourself. You just want to get home but you know these influencer types can be annoyingly persistent.

The TikToker grins. “Brilliant! I’m doing a social experiment for my followers. I was wondering — do you have a significant other? A boyfriend or husband perhaps?”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly but decide to humor him. “Um, yes, I have a boyfriend,” you answer simply.

His eyes light up. “Fantastic! And would you say your boyfriend loves you very much?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the boldness of this stranger’s line of questioning. “Yes, I would definitely say that. He loves me a lot,” you confirm, a soft smile playing on your lips as you think of Charles.

“Perfect! Okay, here’s the challenge,” the TikToker announces dramatically, staring intensely into his camera. “I want you to call up your boyfriend right now and ask him to send you some money. Doesn’t matter how much. But for every €100 he sends, I’ll give you €20 to keep for yourself. Let’s see how much he really loves you, shall we?”

You stare at this guy incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. Is he serious? He clearly has no idea who your boyfriend is. An amused smirk spreads across your face as you fish your iPhone out of your designer purse.

“Alright, you’re on,” you say confidently, already unlocking your phone and tapping on Charles’ contact. The TikToker looks surprised but excited that you actually agreed to his silly challenge.

“Put it on speaker phone,” he instructs, zooming his camera in on your phone screen which is now dialing Charles.

After a few rings, the warm, honey-smooth voice you adore comes through. “Allô mon amour, what’s up?” Charles greets you sweetly. “I’m just finishing up some simulator runs but I should be done soon to help with dinner.”

“Hey baby,” you reply, your voice automatically softening. “Sorry to bother you, I know you’re busy. But I’m out right now and I just passed by that little boutique near the casino, you know the one? And I saw the most incredible pair of shoes in the window. I swear they were calling my name.”

Charles laughs affectionately, the sound like music to your ears even through the cell phone speaker. “Oh yeah? The ones that were calling your name last week turned out to be, what was it, €900?” He teases.

You roll your eyes playfully even though he can’t see. “Okay, fair, but you know I hardly ever splurge on myself. I’m usually so frugal!”

“Mmhmm, whatever you need to tell yourself, chérie,” Charles says wryly and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Let me guess, you need to go get these dream shoes right now? Or else they’ll haunt you forever?”

“You know me so well,” you gush dramatically. “I promise I’ll pay you back though! I get paid next week and-”

“Hey, hey, stop,” Charles cuts you off gently. “Mon cœur, you never have to pay me back, you know that. I love being able to treat you and spoil you. You deserve the world. Never forget that.”

You feel yourself melt at his earnest words, momentarily forgetting you have an audience. “I love you so much,” you murmur. “Thank you for always being so good to me.”

“Right back at you, ma belle. Je t’aime,” Charles says tenderly. “There, check your banking app. Let me know if you need any more. And have fun shopping! I’ll see you at home in a bit, okay? À bientôt!”

You glance down at your phone as a notification from your bank pops up on the screen. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the amount Charles sent over, but you recover quickly.

“Thank you, baby. See you soon!” You reply before hanging up. You turn back to the TikToker who is gaping at you in disbelief. Casually, you turn your phone screen towards him and his camera so he can clearly see the notification that €10,000 has just been deposited into your account.

The poor guy looks like he’s about to pass out from shock. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, rendered speechless. You just laugh good-naturedly.

“Well, guess I won your little challenge, huh?” You remark, slipping your phone back into your purse. “Tell you what, why don’t you donate whatever money you were going to give me to a local animal shelter instead? I think it’ll be put to much better use there.”

The TikToker finally manages to pick his jaw up off the floor. He laughs shakily and nods. “Yeah ... yeah I can do that. Wow. Um, thanks for being such a good sport about this. And congrats on, uh, winning, I guess?”

You give him a friendly wink. “Anytime. Have a nice rest of your day!” With that, you turn gracefully on your heel and continue on your way back home, feeling rather smug and deeply appreciative of your wonderfully generous boyfriend.

“Wait!” The TikToker calls out after you. You glance back over your shoulder curiously. He hesitates before asking in an awed voice, “If you don’t mind me asking ... who the hell is your boyfriend?”

An enigmatic smile plays on your lips. “No one special really,” you reply breezily. “Just a guy who loves driving fast cars.”

You leave the gaping TikToker in your wake as you saunter off, already daydreaming about showing your appreciation to Charles later for being the most incredible boyfriend imaginable.

Maybe you really will splurge on those designer shoes after all … and pick up a little something special from the lingerie boutique next door while you’re at it.

Your smile widens. Just as a little thank you to your man, of course. Life is good when you’re in love with Charles Leclerc.

[sunflower-lilac42]

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 | 𝘲𝘩43 ♔

➪ summary: y/n had always loved quinn but she never got the chance to act on her feelings. and then quinn realized his own, and everything changed

➪ warnings: quinn has a bitchy girlfriend, quinn thinking he's not good enough

➪ word count: 5.6k

➪ file type: song based fic

➪ sunny's notes: the first song based fic i'm reposting and it's probably one of my favorites (there's five and i actually can't choose a favorite one). i hope you guys like this one because it deserves to be loved to be honest

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‘you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset she's going off about something that you said 'cause she doesn't get your humor like I do’

She had just sat down in the living room when she heard voices, more like a voice, outside her door. It really wasn’t her business to know who it was but they were standing outside of her door, so she took it as her duty to know what was going on outside her apartment. 

She walked to the door, abandoning her dinner and computer on the couch. She placed her head against the door, her ear straining to hear anything that was said. It didn’t take long for her to recognize the voice of her friend, Quinn. He sounded lighthearted when he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

Y/n assumed it had been at least a minute or two since Quinn had spoken last, her ear starting to hurt from being pressed against the door for that long. When the man outside her apartment finally spoke again, his tone was much different than before, “I was just making a joke, Chloe.”

There was more silence before she could hear him again, “No you always blow things so out of proportion. It was just a fucking joke you don’t need to get so upset about it. I was listening to you talk and didn’t want to interrupt you.”

Once again silence, and y/n could only assume that Quinn was being yelled at from the other end of the line. She rolled her eyes, she never really liked Chloe, though she only met her once maybe twice. She was always mad about something, and usually, it was because of something stupid. She usually made underlying digs about y/n and her job, stating that she only took it because of the guys and how she wanted to meet someone.

She heard Quinn speak a few more times, mostly mumbling profanities and more thoughts that he wouldn’t even dare to say to her face. It was silent for quite some time after that, not even movement from the man outside as he just stood in front of his door staring at his phone dejectedly. 

Y/n stood up and straightened herself out before opening the door slightly and peeking her head out. Quinn looked in her direction as he heard the door click open and gave her a small smile.

“You okay?”

Quinn only smiled before responding, “Tired of drama.”

She frowned, “Sorry.”

He just shrugged, fiddling with his keys in his pocket. Y/n turned away, looking back at the pot of Mac N Cheese that sat on her stove, ready to offer Quinn to come inside, but when she stuck her head back out into the hallway she noticed that Quinn had already made his way inside his apartment. 

She sighed before stepping back into her entranceway and shutting the door behind her. All she could think about were the three words that she had been wishing to say since she met Quinn.

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‘i'm in my room, it's a typical tuesday night ‘i'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like ‘and she'll never know your story like I do’

It was a game day for the Canucks meaning that not only was Quinn at Rogers Arena but y/n as well. She was wearing her fleece-lined leggings with a long-sleeve t-shirt, her Canucks cardigan thrown over it. She hadn’t had a chance to wash her hair so she just threw a beanie on top and decided it was good enough.

She had been in her office since the boys had left for the locker room, editing and sending pictures to the social team. She had her earbuds in, not wanting to disturb anyone if they were still at the arena working as well. She was listening to the playlist Quinn had made for her when she found out he played for the Canucks.

When y/n moved in next door to Quinn, he had already been playing with the team for two whole seasons. Quinn had been walking out of the apartment building when he noticed the girl struggling to carry up all of her boxes from the UHaul to her new apartment. He offered to help her, especially since it was a rare day where he didn’t have a game nor did he have practice.

He ended up offering her to have dinner at his place when he realized they were next door neighbors. That night she ended up explaining to him how she got her BA in art and design and got a minor in sports management. He was surprised when she told him she was starting a new job for his team.

『••✎••』

“Yeah, I got my bachelor's in art and design and then I decided to get a minor in sports management just because I was hoping that would boost my chances of getting a job for a sports team, which ended up happening.”

Quinn raised his eyebrows as he cut up his food, “Oh really? Who are you working for now?”

She swallowed the piece of food in her mouth before wiping her mouth with her napkin, “I’m working for the Vancouver Canucks. I was pretty surprised when they said they wanted me, I mean they are an NHL Team.”

Quinn choked on the water he had been drinking when she said the Canucks, “You’re working for the Canucks?”

She looked at him oddly as he coughed up the water, his eyes watering. She didn’t understand why he was acting like this, “Yeah? Is there a problem that I’m not aware of?”

“Um, I play for the Canucks.”

Her eyes widened, “No fucking way.”

“Yeah, Quinn Hughes, number 43.”

“Oh, that’s a weird coincidence, I guess. I mean how often does stuff like this happen?”

Quinn chuckled, “Not very.”

『••✎••』

Later that night Quinn had taken her phone and made a playlist for her of the songs that always made him feel better before a game or just in the morning when he was on his way to practice. Ever since then, she had listened to that playlist when she needed a pick-me-up, wanting something familiar to her. 

She understood why Quinn liked this music before a game, it was upbeat and productive music for her. She was able to go into work mode when the song played, cleaning her office, editing photos, and adding graphics to them when the social team asked for some extra help.

When she was done she sighed when she saw it was 11. She knew she shouldn’t be driving this late at night but she had no other choice. She walked out into the hallway and walked outside the arena. It was cold in Vancouver, snow was falling on the ground. She wrapped herself tightly in her winter jacket as she made her way to her car but paused when she saw Quinn heading to his own.

He turned when he heard footsteps coming from behind him and waved when he saw who it was, “Hey, y/n/n!”

“Hi Quinny. Didn’t expect you to be staying here this late.” 

The boy shrugged, “Had a lot to talk about tonight, I guess.”

She nodded, “Yeah. Sorry about the loss.”

Quinn just sighed and nodded, “Thanks. Do you want a ride home? I know you hate driving home in the snow, especially when it’s this late- wait what were you doing here this late?”

She blushed but it went unnoticed since her cheeks were already turning a slight shade of pink from the cold, “I was editing photos and doing some stuff for the social team. They like it when I help, which is weird because I didn’t even really go to school for that. Also, why do you know that I don’t like driving home in the snow?”

Now it was Quinn’s turn to blush, “I just remembered I guess.”

The two got in his car, Quinn reassuring her that they could go back in the morning to get her car. The first ten minutes of the ride back to their apartments were silent, the quiet sports channel of the radio playing in the background. When they brought up the Canucks loss from that night, she could tell Quinn got tense since his knuckles turned white as they gripped the steering wheel. 

“You okay?”

Quinn relaxed a little at her voice but his body was still tense a little, “Yeah, just… I feel horrible right now.”

“Did Chloe ever text you? You know, to say something about the loss?”

That was a worse question. Quinn was annoyed at the question and also upset. She hadn’t texted him, in fact, the two hadn’t talked in five days with Chloe being across the country doing a string of photo shoots. He shook his head, “Nah, she’s probably sleeping, it’s like what? Three in the morning there?”

She just nodded her head and moved her head to look out of the window again. She watched as they passed buildings, still mesmerized by the snow and how it fell on the ground and the buildings. She looked back over at the boy to now see a sad look on his face, “I know how you feel, Quinn. And just know, it’s not your fault.”

“But it is though, right? I’m the captain, I’m supposed to make them better, I’m supposed to lead them to victory.”

“You can’t make them play better, Quinny. That’s what practice is for. You’re there to motivate them, inspire them, help them. You can’t make them do anything. Trust me, I know.”

Quinn looked at her in confusion, “You do?”

“Yeah, I was the captain of the girls' hockey team in college.”

“You played hockey?” Quinn asked, a grin making its way onto his face.

She shrugged, “Yeah. I was okay, I guess.”

“Okay? If you were the captain you had to have been more than okay.”

She nodded, “I was captain for only half of a season and then I got injured. Really set me back, especially during senior year. I was supposed to be out for almost the rest of the season. I could’ve played if we made the playoffs but we didn’t. And that was the extent of my hockey career.”

Quinn could see how sad she looked talking about this so he was quick to change the subject. The two were now talking about random nonsense, saying whatever was coming to mind until they reached the doors of their apartments.

“I should not have stayed at work that long. Tomorrow’s going to be a pain in the ass.”

“You’re telling me, I hate back-to-backs. We play well for the first one and then suck ass for the second because of how tired we are.”

“Well, you sucked ass today so maybe you’ll play well tomorrow.”

Quinn laughed at this, shooting her a smile, “Or maybe we’ll suck ass even more.”

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‘walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans i can't help thinking this is how it ought to be laughing on a park bench thinking to myself hey, isn't this easy?’

It was one of the rare off days that the two of them had and Chloe, as usual, wasn’t around. The two were quick to set up plans with one another and go walking around. When y/n walked out of her apartment she saw Quinn standing outside of his, getting ready to text her, “Hey.”

The boy looked up from his phone and smiled, “Hey.”

Y/n gave Quinn a once over, noticing his pair of worn-out jeans, “You need some new jeans there, Quinner?”

He laughs, “Probably, but I never have time to go shopping.”

She grins, “Well luckily we are going out so we can go get some things. Come on!” She grabs his arm and pulls him to the elevator, the two sneaking glances at one another as they wait for it.

Quinn offered to drive them around, but she immediately said no, wanting to be able to walk around. The boy was amused by her immediate response and nodded, “Okay okay. We can walk, you weirdo.”

“Hey! Thank you for noticing.” She smiles and the two walk around downtown Vancouver for a while, stopping at a clothing store to get new jeans for him.

About an hour later all Quinn could hear was the complaints coming from the girl, “I’m tired. My feet hurt. And ‘m cold.”

“I told you we could’ve taken the car.” He threw an arm around her shoulders, allowing her to lean some of her weight onto him.

“But I wanted to walk- Quinn look!”

He looked over to where y/n was now pointing and noticed the small ice cream shop on the corner, “Ice cream? It’s like 30 degrees out.”

She gave him a look, daring him to argue with her, “So?”

He held his arms up in surrender, lifting his arm from her shoulders leaving her feeling colder than before. His arm felt a little colder too, actually, the whole right side of his body felt colder as she moved away from him. They both looked at each other with awkward smiles on their faces before he ushered her to move forward, “Well come on then.”

She grinned and followed after him, a newfound pep in her step. When they got their ice cream, they made their way over to the park and sat down on one of the benches. Quinn was not fond of this idea, his whole body was cold and with him eating ice cream now, he sure as hell wasn’t getting any warmer.

They were talking about the upcoming banquet for the team, “I don’t understand these banquets. I don’t wanna go.”

Quinn whined like a little kid making y/n erupt in laughter. It was easy between them, they didn’t have to force conversation whenever they were together, they worked together so they saw each other almost all of the time, and they understood each other’s lifestyles, each other’s humor. Quinn could always talk to her about hockey which was nice especially when it was a hard game. 

That’s all y/n could think about as they sat on the bench, how easy it was. She didn’t want to be selfish but truly, why was Quinn with her? She had never once heard her ask him how his game went, he always told her that she was busy at a premier or doing whatever she was doing while she was away. She always yelled at him over the phone, she acted possessive, truly she felt bad for Quinn. He deserved better.

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‘and you've got a smile that can light up this whole town i haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down’

Quinn’s smile was y/n’s favorite thing in the world. It made her smile, it made others smile, it was contagious. Every time she would be taking pictures on the ice and she would see Quinn with a smile plastered on his face she took a picture and usually saw others around him smiling as well. 

Truth be told, it was rare for Quinn to smile, at least a full one. The most she got out of him lately was a small smirk or a tiny side grin when she would make a joke or any time they ran into each other really. She didn’t know if it was him just being him and not wanting to smile or if it was Chloe.

They fought a couple of weeks ago, probably the worst one yet. She had been granted a small leave from the photo shoot so she came back to see Quinn, which shocked him. He had come home late from the game, they had won by a landslide and Quinn had gotten his first win as captain. They went out for drinks, even inviting y/n and some of the wags to go with them. She accepted and made friends with some of the girls, some even joking that she would be one soon. 

『••✎••』

Y/n might have had a little too much to drink, causing Quinn to have to drive her home, as usual. Quinn laughed as she stumbled down the hallway, talking about how she got so many pictures of him from tonight’s game, “I’m sure you did.”

She giggled, “I did! Believe me! They are all on my computer, I should make you my background.”

The boy blushed and shook his head, “Okay. I think you’ve had way too much to drink. Come on, where’s your keys?”

She could only mumble now, becoming increasingly tired as the thought of her bed on the other side of the door plagued her mind, “Pocket.”

Quinn reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the keys, keeping her upright with his arm wrapped around her waist. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside but before they even got a step into the apartment, Quinn’s door opened, “Quinn!”

Quinn looked surprised as he looked at his girlfriend standing in the entryway of his home, “Chloe? What are you doing here?”

“They gave me a break so I thought I would come and surprise you but I see you’re a little busy.”

A heavy glare settled on her face and Quinn looked apologetic, “Let me just get her inside then we will talk.”

Chloe only rolled her eyes and scoffed, walking back into his apartment. Quinn moved y/n to her bed, taking off her shoes and her jacket, “You need anything before I go?”

She shook her head. Quinn smiled at her before patting her calf and walking out of her apartment and into his own. It was only five minutes later that she could hear the screaming from the neighboring home. Y/n groaned at the noise before getting the urge to puke.

She ran into the bathroom and emptied her stomach into the toilet, groaning from the action. She leaned her head against the wall and listened to the sound of the two bickering back and forth. Ten minutes later she still sat there when there was a slam followed by footsteps outside in the hallway. 

She frowned when she heard something being thrown across the room and sighed to herself, wishing she could help him.

『••✎••』

And ever since then, Quinn’s smiles had been slim to nonexistent even when they won a game, or he scored a goal. When they hung out and watched a comedy movie he didn’t smile, just a small upturn of his mouth and that was it. 

Now it was the beginning of November and everyone was buzzing from the incredible start the Canucks had gotten off to. They were currently 8-2-1 going into the game against the Oilers and they were hoping to extend their win streak to four. 

Y/n was walking around in her usual attire in the arena, gathering pictures for later. She had gotten plenty from warm-ups and during the periods, taking a small break during intermissions before heading down to get some in the tunnel. 

Everyone erupted in cheers when the game was over, they had won 6-2. Y/n quickly put her skates on to head out for the stars of the game, trying not to get in anyone’s way as she did her job and they did theirs. She smiled when they announced Quinn as first star of the game, watching as he threw a stick over the boards, capturing the moment he turned around with a grin on his face.

All she could think about was that she was definitely going to use this in a video soon, even if Quinn did kill her for it. 

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‘oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry’

It had been a hard game for Quinn. Not only was it hard for Quinn with it being the Hughesbowl, but it was a hard loss for him and the team. They had done so well in getting back in the game, scoring three in 3rd, but alas it wasn’t enough. 

Quinn was taking it harder than anyone else, claiming that he should’ve done more for the team to win. He hadn’t done much in the game, blaming it on him for not doing enough for them. Before going out with his family he told them he had to do something, going to y/n’s office and knocking on the door. 

He didn’t get an answer, mostly because y/n had already left since she was extremely exhausted from the amount of running back and forth she had to do during the game. Quinn left disappointed, meeting back up with his family for dinner. 

He came back home and stopped in front of her door, “Y/n/n.”

Luckily, she had been right at the door, doing a little bit of cleaning around her apartment. She heard the whisper of her name, it was barely audible. She opened the door and smiled when she saw him, “Hey Quinn. What’s up?”

He didn’t say anything, just motioning with his hand if it was okay that he came inside. She stepped aside and the boy walked in, falling down on the couch. She approached him hesitantly, “Quinn? Are you okay?”

He looked up at her with tears in his eyes, “I’m not good enough am I?”

All the emotions came rushing to Quinn. Being constantly compared to his brothers, being constantly asked about them. Chloe was just using him for his money which he finally recognized a couple of days ago. He kept being told that he was overrated and that he shouldn’t be captain.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed and she walked over to him wrapping him in a hug, “What? Of course, you’re good enough Quinn. Who said that?”

Quinn shook his head, burying it into her shoulder, “I can’t escape it, y/n. Everywhere I go everyone is always comparing me to Jack and I’m so sick of it. It’s like I can’t do anything right. I let the team down, I should’ve done better tonight. Now everyone thinks I’m the worst Hughes and someone said Luke shouldn’t even be looking up to me. And they keep telling me I’m a failure.

Y/n’s heart broke at his confession but it shattered when he said the next words, “And no one loves me anymore, y/n/n. Chloe’s just using me, she never wanted me. God, I’m so stupid, I should’ve seen it coming.”

She rubbed his back and just let him let out all of his feelings. When it was silent for two minutes she pulled away from him and made her look into her eyes, “Listen to me, Quintin.”

He slightly smiled at the name, “You are no failure, Quinn. Believe me. You have been doing amazing this season, both personally and leading the team. You have led this team to 16 victories this season. And you led them to overtime twice and only lost one of them.”

“Yeah but I still lost them 8 games.”

“You couldn’t have done anything more than what you did, Quinn. You know what your guys’ record was last year through 25 games? 10-12-3. You won 6 more games this year. You have more goals at this point in the season than you did in the entire year last year, Quinn. Who cares that people, who are nobodies to you, are comparing you to Jack? You two have different experiences, you play two different positions, you play for two different teams. You do so much for Luke, I promise you. That kid will look up to you no matter what.”

Quinn’s eyes glistened with tears at her words, and the best thing was that he believed her and that was all that she could ask for. He nodded his head when she was done and slowly unwrapped himself from her, missing the embrace immediately.

She didn’t want him to be sad, or at least leave while sad, so she said the only thing that came to mind, “If it makes you feel any better. I think you’re the best looking Hughes.”

Quinn laughed loudly, wiping the tears from his eyes that were threatening to fall, “Thanks y/n/n.”

“Any time, you want some ice cream?” He only nodded and she got up to get it.

The two spent the next hour and a half eating ice cream on her couch watching a movie, before falling asleep on each other. 

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‘and I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams think I know where you belong think I know it's with me’

It was a late night for both Quinn and y/n. The two were hanging out in her apartment after Quinn’s practice. They hadn’t had a game that night so they were on her couch watching whatever hockey game was on at that moment.

Y/n was sitting on her laptop editing some photos from the previous game, switching in between tabs quickly. Quinn was in the kitchen making dinner for the two of them after he offered. She could hear the sizzling from the pan and called out, “What the hell are you making over there?”

Quinn looked down to see the noodles and furrowed his eyebrows, “Noodles!”

“I thought you were cooking up a mean meal, but noodles? I let you into my house and allow you to make me dinner and you make me noodles?”

She walked into the kitchen with her laptop and sat down at the counter. Quinn looked over at her, offended, “Hey you said you didn’t care.”

She giggled, “I know. So Chef Quinn, what kind of noodles are you making?”

“Fettuccine.”

“Oh, so you’re making me fancy noodles. I’ll forgive you.”

“Why thank you m’lady. Whatcha doing over there?” 

Quinn walked around the counter to look at her laptop, “Are you looking at pictures of my teammates?”

“If we’re being honest here, they are my main models.”

“And I thought I was your favorite.” He placed a hand to his chest before going back to check on the fettuccine.

“You are, I finished yours already. See there’s a folder that’s called ‘Captain Quintin’.” She spun her computer around and showed him, “Awe you love me.”

She shrugged, a blush rising to her cheeks, “Maybe…”

“You want to listen to some music?”

She nodded and pulled up Spotify on her computer, “What’s your favorite song?”

“And why do you want to know?”

She looked up at him with a deadpan face, “Are you shitting me?”

He smiled, “No.” He took the laptop and typed in his favorite song and added it to the queue, and then a few more after that.

“What’s your favorite?”

“And why do you want to know?”

“So I can add it!”

“It’s You Belong with Me.”

Quinn quirked an eyebrow but said nothing, making sure that the song played first. When it came on, y/n immediately started singing it and Quinn looked over at her with a smile. He could get used to this.

When dinner was done, she took her computer back to the living room and sat it down before walking back into the kitchen to sit down at the counter once more, making sure they could both see the TV.

Halfway through eating, Quinn looked over at her, “What’s your dream?”

She finished the piece of fettuccine she was eating and looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“Like what’s your main dream for life.”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. I really like my job so probably keeping that job is part of it. I want to have two or four kids. And I want them close in age or at least two of them are. Like the oldest would be close in age and the youngest would be close in age.”

“Why two or four? Why not three?”

“Because I had two older brothers and they were both like 8 years older than me and I always felt left out. I don’t want my kids to feel like that. I mean not that you are like that with Jack and Luke but at least you guys are close in age right? You guys like the same thing, hell you do the same thing for a living.”

Quinn nods, understanding what she was saying, “Yeah, I see that.”

“What about you? What is your dream, Quinn Hughes?”

He looked flustered, “I want to keep playing hockey, of course. I want kids but I don’t know how many. And I want a good partner. I want someone who understands that I have to travel a lot for work and how much pressure it is. I need someone who understands hockey and likes it. Chloe understands it, which is nice.”

She nods and smiles but saddened by the fact he still was with Chloe. She wasn’t good for him and she thought he was slowly starting to understand that. They continued to eat in silence, negative thoughts chewing away at both Quinn's and y/n’s minds.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? been here all along so, why can't you see? you belong with me’

Y/n stepped into the hallway, taking out the trash that had been overflowing in her garbage can for the past two days. She took a couple steps and saw Quinn stepping out of his apartment, “Hey.”

She noticed his tux he was wearing, he was fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves when she spoke, “Hi.”

The two stood in an awkward silence before Quinn asked, “Are you going tonight?”

It wasn’t that she forgot the banquet was tonight, it was more of the fact that she didn’t want to spend an entire night looking at Chloe wrapped around Quinn. She shook her head, “Nah, I’ve got some work to do.”

He nodded, confused a little since she had said earlier in the week that she planned on going. He shrugged it off as just a simple plan change and frowned when he looked her in the eyes, “Wish you were.”

She smiled and nodded, “I’m sorry to leave you to the wolves, Quinner.”

“You should be, it’s heartbreaking to know that my favorite person isn’t going to be there. How will I survive this evening?”

“You won’t, trust me.” She patted him on the back before going to walk to the garbage chute, “Here, I’ll just take it downstairs, I’m going that way anyways.”

She went to protest but Quinn was already taking it out of her hands and walking away, “Thank you.”

He waved her off, shooting her a smile, “Anytime.”

She walked back into her apartment and walked into her room, staring at the dress that hung on the back of her closet. She didn’t want to go, but after the comment that Quinn made she had a change of heart. She didn’t take long putting her makeup on, curling her hair as fast as possible. She threw on her dress and raced out the door, driving to the venue as quickly as she could.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘standing by and waiting at your backdoor all this time how could you not know, baby? you belong with me have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me?’

Walking into the venue, y/n was nervous. She knew little to no people there mostly because her friends had already said they weren’t going or were going to be later than she was. She only knew a few guys on the team, including Quinn, and their wives or girlfriends.

She waved at some of the guys she walked past, lots of people making a clearing for her because of how she looked. Some of the guys that were single looked at her with a wide gaze, trying to decide if she was single or not. 

The piece of paper she had burned a hole through her pocket as she walked. It took Quinn five minutes to notice that she was there, having turned around and locked eyes with her. His eyebrows raised in amusement, a grin making its way onto his face.

He waved bye to the group he was talking to and started to make his way over to the girl. He only got a few steps before Chloe took him by the arm, “Hey Quinn. I’m surprised you didn’t see me yet. You look so hot tonight.”

Quinn just smiled awkwardly before pulling away and continuing his previous path to the girl. Chloe looked at the two in shock and scoffed, walking away from the growing crowd. When he stood right in front of her he smiled, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

She nodded, “Yeah I had a change of heart.”

The boy couldn’t really make out any words, starstruck by how beautiful she looked. The only thing he could do was reach into his pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. He straightened it out and showed it to her and she grinned, tears making their way into her eyes as she pulled out her own.

Everyone gasped in awe as they read the signs, both of them saying ‘I Love You’. He pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek, “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I remember everything about you, y/n/n."

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘you belong with me’

It had been a long night, the game had lasted longer than everyone had expected. The two now always drove to and from work together when they could. Quinn would stay after the game until she was ready to go and vice versa.

Right now, they were laying in Quinn’s bed in his apartment, Quinn watching as she edited pictures from tonight's game. He had an arm wrapped around her as she laid her head on his chest, her knees brought up so she could lay her computer on them.

He smiled when she kept getting pictures of him and he went to say something, “How many pictures of me do you have?”

She smiled, “You’re my boyfriend now, you are going to have a lot of pictures of you taken. Plus, I don’t think the fans would mine, I’m doing god’s work, Quinn.”

“What are you trying to say there? Do you think I’m cute?”

A blush rushed to her cheeks, “No, like I said. I’m just doing the fans a favor.” 

Quinn shut her laptop, placing it on the nightstand, “I think you’re doing yourself a favor.”

She hid her face in his chest, “Maybe.”

He laughed and wrapped both of his arms around her, tightening his hold, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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MISS ME? | ex!Anakin Skywalker

Summary ⇝ your ex boyfriend is irresistible at a party, so much that you have to go back to his dorm with him. (MODERN AU) maybe ooc anakin

Warnings ⇝ reader is called ‘baby’ like a lot, and ‘darling’, Anakin is referred to as ‘Ani’, swearing, alcohol use, smut, p in v, hair pulling, degrading, kind of switch ani?, face orgasm, unprotected sex, mdni

You're at a college dorm party, with your best friend Norra, both of you dancing on the makeshift dance floor. There's booze in your system and a little bit of weed in your veins.  Suddenly, Norra grabs your wrist. "Girl, Anakin is staring at you." She yells over the music. And indeed he was. Anakin Skywalker, your ex, and the campus's biggest frat boy and player, staring at you like you were prey, and my god did he look insanely good.

A smirk tugs at his lips, before he makes his way over to you. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He yells, placing a hand on your hip, pulling you a bit closer. "Having fun? I'm having a blast, especially cause my favourite girl is here."

You gasp. "Ani, you can't just do that."

"I can't?" Anakin teases, placing his other hand on your other hip, pulling you flushed against him. The music seems to fade out into the background as he leans in close, his warm breath tickling your skin, making goosebumps erupt all over your body. "Are you sure you don't want me to?" He asks, his mouth so close to yours, you can practically taste the alcohol and cigarrete smoke on his breath.

"We broke up, remember?" You scold him.

"How can I forget when you're right here in front of me, looking so pretty." Anakin whispers, his hand snaking up your body, his fingers stroking the back of your neck. "You know..." He continues, his face inching closer. "I bet I could make you forget all about the breakup, I can show you tonight how good we can be..." He purrs in your ear, placing a soft kiss right below it. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch and the sinful promises he's making. His grip is steady, holding you in place, not letting you escape as his lips gently slide down your neck, as if he already knows how you'll taste and what will make you crumble.

"No...Ani, we shouldn't."

"Why not?" Anakin murmurs, pulling away to look at you. "We're both adults in college...We're both single..." He pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips, the intensity of his stare making your breath catch. "We can do whatever we want..." His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, before he tugs it into his mouth, biting down on it as he looks at you with a heated gaze.

It's tempting, the way he looks at you is so irresistibly tempting.

You nibble on your lip. "You know how bad this would look? Me getting back with my ex?"

Anakin laughs, pulling you closer again, leaving barely an inch between your body and his. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and the way his breath washes over your face makes your knees buckle.

"Maybe." He concedes lowly, his eyes full of a dark promise. "But do all those idiots really matter?" Anakin's body presses further against you, his voice dripping with seductive intent. "Just think about right now. How good it feels to be in my arms again."

You look over at Norra, Norra is standing off to the side, chatting with a guy, the sight of you still dancing with Anakin making her roll her eyes but she gives you a small, encouraging smile, as if she's telling you to do whatever you want. You look back at Anakin. "Thought you were seeing whats-her-name?"

"The thing with her is over..." He shrugs, leaning down to kiss along your neck, each gentle press of his lips making your heart race. "You know why it started in the first place?" He mumbles, his mouth moving to nibble at your earlobe, his hot breaths against it making tingles erupt all over your body. "She wasn't you, and she never will be."

"I'm glad you've come to your senses."

"We all make mistakes, baby," Anakin purrs, his lips grazing your jawline as his hands explore your body, his touches searing your skin through your clothes. Even the thin layer of sweat doesn't dampen the heat radiating off his body. "The real question is..." He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, pulling a whimper from your throat. "What do you want?"

"I want to...to dance, Ani." You let your eye lids stoop down, gently giving him a flutter of your lashes, one hand pressing against his chest. You allow for that hand to skate up his pecs and across his shoulder where it rests on his shoulder blade.

"You want to dance?" Anakin grins against your neck, before standing straight, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer till your chests are pressed flush against each other. "Okay, then..." The music is back in full swing, blaring through the speakers. Anakin doesn't miss a beat, his hands sliding down your hips, his eyes never leaving yours. He starts to sway his body, bringing you with him. "I'll dance with you..." He murmurs.

"Good." You giggle, spinning around so your back is against his chest. Anakin lets out a low groan as you push your body back against his, his hands going to your hips, pressing you against him as you move.

"You're playing a dangerous game." He growls lowly, burying his face in your hair, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

The way he molds against your body, it's like your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. "Am I?" Your arms raise so they can loop around his neck, playing with the tufts of blonde hair at the nape. "Touching me where everyone can see?"

"Let them look," Anakin responds, his lips brushing your neck, placing a kiss on your pulse point, making your breath catch in your throat. "If they're so interested..." Another kiss lands on the other side of your neck. "Tell them to watch," His hands slowly inch their way up your stomach. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

"Even after you broke my heart?"

"Especially after that," He mumbles against your throat, placing a series of soft kisses along the side of your neck, up towards your jaw, his fingers slowly reaching your ribs. "Being apart from you has been hell," He admits, his grip on your hips tightening. "All I think about is making you mine again."

"Then do it, Ani," You whisper breathlessly.

"As you wish" Anakin swiftly spins you round to face him, tugging you in, his mouth meeting yours in a searing kiss. It's deep and full of emotion, the weeks you've spent apart, and all the pain that came with it. His lips press hungrily against yours, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, his body pressed flushed against yours, all of his muscles taut with need. You could feel the effect you had on him.

You melt against him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips moving fervently against his. It's as if the world around you no longer exists, the only thing that matters right now is the feel of his body pressed against yours. You could feel his lips form a smile against yours, the kiss turning more passionate by the second. His tongue swipes across your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open to allow him entrance. You feel his tongue delve into your mouth and moan loudly, your fingers finding their way into his hair.

"Ani..." you moan against his lips, he tasted like cheap beer and mint, yet you were fucking drowning in the taste. Lavishing and licking it all up. Anakin groans as his tongue plunges into your mouth, tangling with yours, claiming you in the most intimate way possible. He sucks on your lower lip, biting down on it ever so slightly, a gasp escaping you.

His kisses are needy and hungry, his hands roaming your body, pulling you even closer, not leaving even an inch of space between the two of you. As if on instinct, your tongue meets his, dancing with its familiar rhythm. Anakin's hands grip your waist with an almost possessive need, pulling you impossibly closer, his body pressed against yours, the heat from his skin seeping through your clothes. His fingers dig into your hips, his tongue exploring your mouth with an fervor and desire that takes your breath away. You could feel his muscles taut beneath your hands, his need for you is palpable, every touch speaking of the depth of his craving.

You gasp against his lips, allowing yourself to sink further into his touch. Anakin takes advantage of your gasp, sliding his tongue into your mouth, tasting you with a hunger that borders on primal. He deepens the kiss, his body melding against yours as his hands rove over your back, memorizing every curve and contour. You feel his teeth graze your lower lip, a subtle sting of pain mingling with the intoxicating pleasure of his touch. You lean into him, your body surrendering to the intoxicating feel of his embrace.

Anakin's kisses are intoxicating and consuming, leaving you dizzy with need. His tongue explores the familiar corners of your mouth as his hands slowly inch to the hem of your shirt, his fingers sending bolts of electricity wherever they touch. As his palms meet your skin, an intense heat ignites between you, like a flame that burns away everything else but the two of you. You can feel the erratic beating of his heart against yours, his breath intermingling with yours. It's messy and desperate, a passionate dance of longing and desire.

You break the kiss, like all your senses came back. Anakin groans slightly, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on your lower back, the heat of his touch leaving a scorching trail in its wake. He rests his forehead against yours, his breaths coming out in short pants, his eyes darkened with desire. A small smirk graces his mouth, the sight of it making your breath hitch in your throat. "We shouldn't have done that," You whisper, lips slightly grazing his

"Probably not..." Anakin admits lowly, his breath washing over your parted lips, his lips hovering over yours. His fingers gently pull away from the small of your back, trailing his thumb along your jawline, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "But I don't regret it," He murmurs, his thumb flicking over your lower lip, his eyes filled with heated promises. "Do you?"

"No," You shake your head, morally you knew it was wrong, but under the influence, you could not bring yourself to care. A low growl escapes him, his eyes darkening again. In a split second, his lips are on yours again, his tongue immediately plunging into your mouth, claiming you in a fierce kiss. His body presses hard against yours, leaving no space between the two of you, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. He kissed you hungrily, passionately, pouring all of his pent up desire and craving into the kiss. "I think we should...get out...of here."

"Good idea..." He responds, the huskiness in his voice sending a wave of heat straight between your legs. His hands slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the heat from his body seeping into you. One arm stays wrapped around your waist, his fingers tracing along the bare skin of your hip, while the other goes up to your chin, tilting your head back. "I have a dorm to myself, and the room is closer," He whispers in your ear, his breaths fanning your earlobe.

"Let's go," Anakin immediately takes you by the hand and leads you out of the party. The cool night air nips at your heated skin, but his grip on your hand is reassuring. You walk in silence and reach his dorm in what seems like seconds.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Anakin wastes no time, tugging you close and sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is even more urgent than the one at the party, his desire and need palpable in the way his body presses against yours.

"You miss me this much, Ani?" You slyly ask, the boy in front of you was like putty in your hands.

"You have no idea..." He groans, pressing his mouth hungrily against your throat. One hand comes up to tangle in your hair, tugging it slightly, while the other remains on your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You have no fucking idea," His mouth is relentless as he kisses and sucks at your skin, leaving a series of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck. "Gods...I need you..."

"Tell me, what do you need?" Your fingers always find his hair somehow, playing with the loose curls, twirling the strands around your finger.

"I need your touch..." He whispers between kisses. "I need your taste..." You feel the heat of his breath washing over your skin."And I need your body...so badly it hurts, baby. It hurts so bad" His teeth graze your pulse point, a shiver racking your body at the feel of it. His hand finds yours and brings it to brush his crotch. Hard cock straining his pants.

"Let me make it better, m'kay?" His mouth goes straight back to your neck, his hands pulling you flush against him, his body pressing hard against yours. You feel his hands go under the fabric of your shirt, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of your abdomen, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Sit," You instruct.

Without a second thought, his mouth leaves your skin as he obeys, sitting back on the edge of the bed, looking up at you expectantly. You slink down on your knees. Your actions make Anakin's breath hitch in his throat. His eyes rake up and down your body, stopping at your face, a smirk teasing his mouth.

"Now...What will you be doing down there, baby?" He purrs, his words slightly shaky as he speaks.

"You tell me?" You tilt your head to the side. At this, Anakin places a hand on the side of your head, his fingers threading through your hair, his grip on you firm yet gentle.

"I want..." His breathing is shaky, his words coming out as a groan. "I need-" He cuts off as you rest your hand on his knee, your nails digging into the material of his jeans, the feel of it making his eyes darkens once more.

"Need what Ani-baby?" You coo. You feel his legs tense beneath your touch, his hand in your hair clenching slightly.

"Gods, you're going to kill me..." He groans, watching you intently, his breath hitching in his throat.

Something in him snaps. Like a switch is pressed and in a blink of an eye, his hands are gripping your hair, it harshly tugs on your scalp, so hard you wince.

"I wouldn't act so fucking mighty if I were you,” He growls.

His other hand roughly is tugging his pants down, boxers half way going with, exposing the base of his cock that is pushing against the waistband. He digs his thumb inside the waistband to tuck it underneath his balls.

"You wanna act like a fucking tease? A brat? Fine," he huffs, bringing his thick fingers to your mouth. "Open," he demanded, you immediately open your mouth, head still aching from his grip. He shoved four fingers, as far as they can go, into your mouth, gathering your spit on his fingers.

He takes them out and wraps his hand around his cock, spitting on his own cock for extra measures. His fist beats his cock at a fast pace, while all you do is stare. "Let me, Ani," you pout, eyes strained on the white bead that grows on his flush pink tip, and dribbles down.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You think you can get away with teasing me?" He wets his bottom lip, pearly white teeth baring as his pace quickens. "Think again."

"But please? I'll be so good?" You beg.

"Begging for my cock? Your exes cock?" He smirks, when did he become so vile? "No, baby. You're just gonna watch."

You can't help how his actions, how the sounds of his slicked cock sounds as he jerks it, how he tries to hold back moans, shoot straight to your core that's dripping in your underwear.

He bites down on his teeth, jaw clenching. A moan letting lose from his chest as his hot cum lands directly on your cheek making you gasp, then another spurt lands from the bridge of your nose to the left of your lips, then another, he's using your face like a canvas. His name tumbles from your lips as he finishes, hand slowing its movements.

"You're so mean," you frown, letting your tongue poke out to lick some of his cum that was on your bottom lip. His hand releases your hair and comes down to land on your jaw, this thumb collecting some of his cum that was above your lip and on your cheek, now touching your lips, commanding quietly for you to open your mouth. His thumb being encased by your lips as your tongue swirled around the digit, lapping up the salty white.

"Don't act like you didn't fucking enjoy it," he grins, like actually gives you a cocky grin. "Come on baby, stand up," you do. Anakin's hand slides under the fabric of your shirt, his fingers gliding over your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin on his palm, as his mouth explores the exposed skin above your collar bone.His lips land on your collar bone and burn a trail of hot kisses up your throat, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of your neck.

His hands gently guide the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his calloused fingers tracing over your arms. His mouth never leaves your skin, his kisses growing increasingly impatient as the dress pool at your feet. Your exposed breasts elicits a growl from the depths of Anakin's chest. He presses his mouth to the valley between your breasts, his breaths coming out in hot, uneven pants. He guides you back towards the bed, his mouth remaining on your skin, his tongue tracing along the underside of your breast. He pushes you back against the sheets, crawling on top of you, looking down at you, his eyes dark with arousal.

"Gods..." He whispers, leaning down to press his mouth hungrily against yours. His hand comes up to tangle itself in your hair, the other tracing along your naked skin, caressing the curve of your hip bone.

"Please, Ani?" You mewl meekly.

"Please what, baby?" He murmurs against your skin, his mouth coming to your throat, pressing open mouthed kisses against your pulse point. His hands continue to roam, running along your sides, his fingernails leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Fuck me," you say softly, eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the feeling of his warm, wet tongue glide over your skin.

A shiver racks his body at your words, a growl working itself up his throat. He places a gentle biting kiss on your shoulder. "As you wish, darling," He purrs lowly, moving to press his mouth against yours hungrily.

Anakin pushes your thighs apart, making room for himself between them. He looks down at you, his gaze dark as his fingers lightly trace along your inner thigh. His touch is teasing, the pads of his fingers gentle against your skin. It takes nearly every inch of his self-control to stop himself from moving any further. "Don't stop," You complain.

"Patience, sweetheart..." His fingers brush higher up your inner thighs, goosebumps forming in their wake. "Good things come to those who wait..." He purrs, leaving a biting kiss on your hip bone.

"Well then, give me your worst," You challenge.

Anakin grins down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, a dark gleam in them. "Now that, I can do," He whispers, leaning in to press a biting kiss to the crook of your neck. Anakin did not care, in this moment, for any further foreplay. Anakin groans against your skin as he takes his cock and slides it past your slippery walls, deep in your cunt, his body stiffening at the pleasure. His hips jerk involuntarily, a gasp escaping his parted lips. He whispers out your name, his breaths coming out in short pants, his fingers digging into your hips tight enough to leave bruises behind. "Baby-" His words get cut off as he moans out.

His head dropping down to your shoulder. He sets a hard and relentless pace, his hands gripping your hips, his movements uncoordinated as he loses himself to the pleasure. "A-Ani!" You moan, your manicured nails digging red stripes along his back.

"Gods..." He groans, his voice strained and heavy with desire. His hips stutter, becoming slightly uncoordinated from the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure.  His grip tightens on your hips, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder, leaving behind a deep bite mark.

His breaths come out in pants against your skin, the feel of you overwhelming him completely, his senses consumed by you and only you. The noises leaving his mouth are unabashed and completely wanton, his usual composure completely out of control. "Feels so good," You babble out almost incoherently.

He groans your name against your throat, his voice shaky and strained with need, the way he says the word sounding completely wrecked. You're driving him mad, each little syllable he utters a declaration of what you are doing to him.

He lifts his head to look down at you, his eyes completely darkened, his breathing heavy. He wants to say something, but all that comes out are shaky breaths and wanton moans, your touch around his cock, as he thrusts like his life depended on this moment (maybe it does), completely consuming him. His hand slips under your cheek, his thumb trailing over your lower lip, his gaze dark with desire. He's completely enamored by you, the way your skin feels under his touch, the sound of your voice, the way you make him feel. He's losing himself in the heat and the passion you give him, his soul completely surrendered to you. 

"'M so close, Ani." You moan, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. You could smell his sweat, which was unexpectedly not off-putting. Under your palms, you could feel every ripple of muscle.

"F-Fuck-" He gasps, his words getting caught on a moan. He's nearing the edge, every nerve in his body on fire, his senses clouded with pleasure. He needs to hear the sound of your pleasure, needs to see you completely undone by his touch, needs to feel you fall apart around him. He's a needy and greedy mess of wants and needs, completely intoxicated by you. 

Anakin allows for his fingers to slip between the two of you. Anakin's fingers work, rubbing, swirling your clit, pushing you towards the edge, his mouth coming to your shoulder, panting against your skin. You can hear the needy noises escaping his throat, the words and praises spilling from his mouth, all in a tangle of incoherent mumble.

"Gods, baby-" He gasps, his fingers never ceasing in their ministrations, driven purely by need and desire. He's falling, the edge closing in around him. He's completely consumed by you, his every sense focused solely on the feeling of you under him, the way your body fits against his, the feel of your skin on his. "Oh baby-" He moans lowly, his voice broken, his orgasm just within reach.

"Don't st...op..." you manage to squeak out.

"Gods, no, baby, I won't-" His words are broken by a groan, a shudder wracking his frame. He's right on the edge, his body nearly shaking from the need to fall over it. His touch on you is feverish, his breathing labored as he pushes you further towards the edge. His hand between your legs is relentless, his ministrations firm and needy, his body hovering over you taut with need and desire. "Fuck-" He whispers, his words broken as he moans, falling closer to the edge, his control slipping. "Baby..." He nearly growls, biting down on your shoulder.

You feel the coil in your stomach snap, goosebumps and pins and needles rack through your body. "Anakin!" You moan, feeling your release flood out of you. At the sound of your pleasure, the feel of you falling apart under his touch, all control leaves Anakin's body, his mind completely consumed by you. He buries his face in your shoulder, his moans of pleasure being muffled by your skin, his body shuddering against you as he finds his release, completely and utterly undone.

Anakin's entire body shudders, his frame taut for a moment before falling limply against you, the last of his release leaving him in a breathy moan, his hands clinging to you desperately. He's boneless and utterly spent, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark with pleasured exhaustion as he looks up at you. He's completely enamored by you, the sight of you a messy and wrecked mess of bliss.

You lay there, sweaty baby hairs sticking to your forehead. "Missed me that much, huh Ani?"

A weak groan leaves him, his breathing shaky and labored, his body still shivering slightly. He looks at you from where his head lays on your shoulder, his eyes dark with exhaustion, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin with a touch that betrays just how thoroughly spent he is. "You have no idea..." He whispers, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

"I think I just got the idea."

Anakin laughs weakly at your words, unable to come up with a response. He turns his head to bury his face in your neck, his breath still coming out in uneven pants, his body still tense from the onslaught of pleasure that just consumed him.

You went silent, fingers gently playing with his hair. "So, do we go back to being exes after this?"

Anakin sighs, lifting his head to look up at you, his expression conflicted. He's quiet for a moment, his thoughts warring within him. Finally, he lets out a sigh, his hand coming up to caress your cheek with a touch that's both gentle and filled with unspoken words. "I don't know," He whispers. "Do you want us to?"

"Not really." You sighed. "Just don't break my heart again because of something Obi-Wan said, okay?"

Anakin's eyes soften at your words, his expression filled with sincerity. He lifts his hand to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over your cheekbone, his touch gentle. "I promise, I won't..." He whispers, his words filled with unspoken regret and remorse for the pain he caused you before. "No more listening to Obi-Wan....ever..." He says softly, an almost playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Good," You crane your neck to kiss him, again. Anakin's mouth curves up into a smile against yours, his lips moving gently against yours in a sweet kiss filled with unspoken words. It's slow and tender, the kiss speaking volumes more than words themselves ever could. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle and loving, his thumb tracing over your skin with a tenderness that betrays the depth of his affection for you.

The kiss unfortunately breaks when you yawn. A small, fond smile curves up Anakin's lips at the sight of your yawn, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Tired?" He asks quietly, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

You're just able to nod.

He smiles, a faint chuckle leaving his lips as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Let's get some rest then..." He whispers, pulling the blankets up over your bodies, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close against his chest.

[potatomountain]

Chapter Twelve

📍pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader 📍au: detective/mafia 📍word count: 3.1k 📍network: @pirateeznet 📍Warnings: rated 17+, cross-dressing, adult topics discussed 📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @candypop1611 , @yourfatherlucifer, @yessa-vie and edited by the amazing: @daesukiii

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Watching Mingi flirt shamelessly with the two women on his arm was actually amusing. He had the charm, the charisma, and yes- the big dick energy that made sense. The two were hooked on his deep voice, his tongue flicking across his thick lips, and the promises he whispered into their ear. But you were also aware that he wasn’t oblivious to his surroundings, noticing his attention on you and Felix more than once. He was as subtle as you were with your own glances, but whenever you were caught you just offered a coy or shy smile, attempting to be flirty.

You were getting quite concerned when Hyunjin took his time, eyes scanning around for the man in drag only to spot him at the bar chatting it up with target number two. You expected Mingi to be dressed with the intent of picking up girls, but the fuckboy fit on Yunho? It took you by surprise.

Hyunjin was clearly liking it, laughing at something he said and sharing a grin. You nudged Felix, nodding in the direction. “Our dear friend found herself someone, maybe we should too?”

Felix's eyes went wide, leaning in for your ears only. “You want me to flirt with a guy like this?”

“Mhmm. Maybe dance.” You laughed at his expression. “Come on Lix, we are still here to have fun and you agreed to this. Gunna let poor lil me try and jump on someone's dick alone?”

He scoffed, fixing his tone. “I am here to be a wing woman only.”

“Fine, fine.” Sighing dramatically you collapsed back against him, laughing when he fell back. You kept your tone, voice, even your laugh a little different so as not to be recognized. You did want to see how long you could fool the other two.

Considering Mingi was paying more attention to Felix, you figured you were going under his radar. Rude, but fair, Felix did make such a pretty woman all dolled up. He also had two other women still sandwiching him, but you noticed one was getting impatient.

“When is your friend coming back with the drinks?”

“Soon, baby girl. See, he's coming now.” Even you could hear Mingi, the booths around the floor were surprisingly easier to talk in, no need to shout over the music. You tried not to make it obvious when Yunho approached, but considering Hyunjin was on his arm you bounced up.

“You finally made it back with our drinks! Yes!” You eagerly made room for him as, surprisingly, Yunho set your drinks down. “You didn’t tell me your friends were just as cute as you.” Yunho let his hooded eyes look you both over, his smile turning sly before he turned back to Hyunjin. “Must be my lucky night.” Hyunjin giggled, scooting into the booth next to you and smirking up at him. “Maybe it’s mine.” Whining, you placed your chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “No fair, you got a head start on the hottie.” “Well maybe you should’ve gotten the drinks.” “And leave sweet Lixie alone with you?” you whined again, turning to Yunho and batting your lashes at him. “Hi there, I’m Nabi, the hotter friend.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes but was grinning. “Just because you have the better tits doesn’t make you hotter.” “Just because you have thicker lips doesn’t either, honey.” You retorted, not taking your eyes off the tall man before you as you sat up a bit straighter just to show off the tits in question. “Wanna make your night luckier and join us?”

Mingi had his eyes on you now, the two women as well but you didn't waver from Yunho's gaze. His flirty smirk widened further, tilting his head towards his friend without pulling his eyes from yours. “What do you think, Malik? Should I?”

“But you promised-” The woman closest to Yunho whined, detaching herself from Mingi to reach for the other.

Yunho glanced down at the hand she grabbed him with, pulling it away roughly. “I don't recall promising anything.”

“I can keep you plenty company, come here.” Mingi motioned her back, the woman pouting as she curled back under his arm. 

Yunho shot him a grateful look before returning his full attention towards you and your friends. “Mind if I sit?”

Hyunjin wasted no time in standing up and letting Yunho slip into the booth next to you. You shared a flirty smile, letting your eyes wander and expression turn coy, ignoring when Hyunjin sat down with a whine. “Nabi~”

“I'm playing fair Jinnie, so shush.”

“Ladies, no need to fight over me, there's enough of me for the both of you- or three.” Yunho slung his arms over the back of the booth, easily encompassing the three of you; a reminder of how big he was.

Felix grumbled no thanks, freckled cheeks pink even in the dim lighting as he grabbed his drink. Even with him being shy, it didn't put a damper on the heavy flirting that enveloped the table, which got more risqué as the drinks kept coming.

Hyunjin was bold with his statements, between hyping up your body to just what his mouth could do- much to Felix's chagrin, seeming too innocent for this kind of talk. Of course, neither of you wanted to seem too desperate, slipping away from the booth to dance, taking turns dancing with Felix and Yunho.

Hyunjin played it smart, made sure Yunho wouldn't feel something he shouldn't, and at first you had played it a little hard to get but clearly enjoying being chased. At first. Several drinks in after an hour of “getting to know them”, you let him touch you more: a hand on your back, arm, or knee when sitting down. He got more physical as time went on as well. 

That's how you found yourself in your current position, dancing with him and his hands on you. Particularly running the length of your sides, down over your hips as you moved them to the music, his head hovering above your shoulder, breath on your skin raising the hairs on the back of your neck. It was far more intimate than you wanted to get, and somehow not intimate enough. You didn't question where such thoughts came from, scared of what you would find.

You glanced up at Hyunjin across from you, somehow he had grabbed Mingi's attention and was dancing with him now; probably because the two girls he had been with left him for someone else. They had gotten impatient with him for flirting with you and your ‘girlfriends’. You were grateful for that, you didn't want to hear them fucking once you went home. You assumed he latched onto Hyunjin since Felix hadn't been giving him the time of day.

“Why are you looking at them?” Yunho breathed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Trying to hide his effect on you, you gave him a coy smile, “wouldn't you like to know?” A gasp left you when he pulled you firmly back against him, hand on your lower stomach to hold you still. “H-hey!” 

“Come on, tell me. I'm right here, baby girl, and yet you're staring at my friend. You want me to touch you like he's touching your friend?” Yunho brought his mouth closer to your neck, mimicking Mingi's lips on Hyunjin's neck. Damn, he moved quick. “Or is it his lips?”

You groaned, tilting your head and letting him run his nose over your skin. “Why would I want him when I have you right here?” Your hips never stopped moving, bringing a hand to place over his on your stomach. The way he was touching you, moving with you, certainly had some wires in your brain short-circuiting but you were blaming that on the alcohol and your lack of a sex life.

He chuckled, nipping at your earlobe “I didn't say you had to have just one of us.” This time you couldn't hide the shiver that ran down your body. “Oh you would like that huh? Two mouths on you, four hands and two cocks to do with as you please. Naughty naughty girl.”

That shouldn't sound so damn good- shouldn't have you pressing your thighs together- but it did. Reeling from your own body's reaction, you didn't reply and he rolled with it.

“That's so hot.” He pulled his lips away and motioned for Mingi. The other man muttered something to Hyunjin before your friend winked in your direction and headed off towards Felix.

Feeling far more intoxicated than you did a bit ago, you didn't question when Mingi closed the distance, standing just before you with an expression of awe. “Want to share her, Malik? I think she would like that? Wouldn't you, butterfly?” You nodded to Yunho's words without even fully processing what was said.

Mingi chuckled, running his hands up the bare skin of your arms before pulling them up and around his neck. “She does look quite nice pinned between us like this.” Hand on your hip he pulled you up against his knee, sliding your skirt up in the process.

“Oh you do work fast.” You couldn't tell if you were still moving along to the music anymore, nor did you care. Their hands on your body, Yunho's lips so close to your neck as Mingi leaned in. You were enveloped by them, physically and in all senses. They were all you could see, feel, smell, hear- and suddenly taste.

“No need to play when I know just what I want.” The brief touch of Mingi's lips on yours had you reacting almost desperately. You pulled him closer to you, whimpering against his lips and going so far to push yourself further up his thigh. 

Yunho followed suit, pressing against you so you were even more sandwiched between them, his lips on your neck, continuously nipping just under your ear. You could feel his cock beneath his pants right against the curve of your ass, just exciting you further. Fuck you were throbbing already, aware of just where their hands were and you wanted them lower.

You whined when your lips were pulled away from Mingi's, the noise getting swallowed up by Yunho's lips. They had your body alive and willing to melt to their every touch, molding it to their will. Mingi's hands slid up your dress, digging his nails into the soft plush of your cheeks as he pulled you further up his thigh, running you over it and pulling another moan out of you. Part of your subconscious screamed at you to stop, asking you just what you were doing with these two? The only answer you could muster wasn’t a good one, blaming your shameless behavior on the alcohol and just how touch-starved you were. You told yourself you needed this, moving your hips for more friction, panties rubbing on the jeans of Mingi’s thigh. Riding his thigh to get off in the middle of a club was definitely something you never thought you would do, typically far too prideful to do this sober and with someone you liked.

Yet every thought of pulling away, as well as every moan, was swallowed by their lips. As soon as Mingi pulled his lips away to groan and praise you, Yunho’s took your breath away. “Fuck you’re soaking my jeans pretty girl. So needy, so hot.” His deep voice in your ear had the words fuzzing up your brain and making it that much harder to focus. You couldn’t go home with them, better lighting would be harder to hide just who you were and they would never let you live it down at the office. Pulling your lips from Yunho’s, your lipstick smeared on his, you began your protests, stopping the rhythm of your hips much to your disappointment. You shouldn’t be, you could get off on a pillow just as well, a toy even better. Mingi pulled away first, letting you fall back against Yunho as someone garnered his attention.

“Sorry to interrupt, you all seem to be having a grand time-” Hyunjin spoke clearly over the music, right into your lust-addled brain and finally shaking some more sense into you, “-but I have to steal my friend back. There is a, hm, situation she has to help me with.” Oh Hyunjin, swooping in to save your ass before you did something absolutely shameful. You could practically kiss him with gratitude. “I’ll be right there Jinnie.”

“Right, better fix your clothes before the whole club sees your undies. Black lace right?” Hyunjin winked, turning on his heel before heading back to Felix who, now that you could see him, seemed far too drunk. Shame hit you like a ton of bricks as you began to scramble to adjust your clothes, cheeks burning from embarrassment. Yunho helped you right your skirt while Mingi was beginning to protest. “Just a little more and she would’ve gotten off. Do you really have to go baby?” “Course she does, but we can continue this tomorrow after work.” Yunho released you, letting you step away from them with a knowing smirk on his face. “I’ll call you again if you’re late.” “Tomorrow? What do you-” Mingi was clearly confused, looking between you and Yunho as if one of you would give the answer away. You didn’t stick around to see him figure it out, a fire under your heels lit by the realization that Yunho had and you had no idea when. Did he kiss you, touch you like that knowing who you were? You banished the thought as quickly as it came, knowing that was a dangerous route to go down. At least right now.

Rushing over to Hyunjin and Felix, you diverted all your attention to them. “Thanks for the save, Hyunjin, let’s get out of here.” “I can totally take Felix back home if you want to go take those two home.” Hyunjin giggled, watching over your shoulder no doubt the two in question. You didn’t get a chance to retort, Felix grabbing your hand with a pout. “Let’s just go, please?” He looked distressed, tears brimming his eyes. Something was wrong, you just didn’t know what. “Y-yeah, let’s go. Hyunjin, you’re coming back to my place right?” You double-checked that you had all your belongings, pulling Felix towards the door with your best friend following. Your escape out of the club wasn’t speedy enough, Mingi catching up quickly, calling out to you. “Wait! Nabi!” He grabbed your hand just as you stepped out, the humid night air barely hitting your sweaty skin when he said your actual name. “Just stop!” You yanked your hand out of his, glaring up at him. “Took you long enough to figure it out.” His face dropped, brows pushed up together in shock. “It really is-” “Mhmm and you were all over her.” Hyunjin laughed, stepping in and putting some space between you and Mingi. “Sucks to suck pretty boy.” “Can we just go.” Felix whined out, deep voice grumbling and getting Mingi’s shocked expression next. The full events of the night must be hitting him, the realization that he had no doubt thought about fucking a guy in drag settling in. You didn’t think he minded, considering that the eight back in the office clearly were sexual with each other. If he minded anything it was that he was fooled double time. Mingi didn’t seem to let it get to him for long, turning back to you with a vulnerability you didn’t like seeing on his features. “But- you kissed-” “Kissed both of you and tried getting off on your thigh. Yep, she definitely did that.” “Hyunjin, you are not helping.” You hissed at him, pushing him away from the crowd that was starting to pay attention to the four of you. “Kissing is nothing Malik, so just drop it.” His eyes somehow got wider, head tilted. “Nothing?” “You do it all the time I’m sure. Just a kiss. You’re hot, so what, I can separate your shitty personality from your cock just fine.” You got defensive, attempting to walk away. “Doubt it. Buttercup, can we talk for a second. What the fuck?” His confusion and vulnerability were twisting to anger, clear in his snippy tone. Felix blocked him when he tried to get close, glaring at him as Mingi glared back. “She said to drop it, find someone else to fuck. Come on Angel.” Mingi seemed to recognize his voice, “You- ah I heard you earlier.” Getting fed up with the conversation, you pulled a stunt that in hindsight, was stupid. You pulled Felix by the chin, capturing his lips in a kiss and purposely deepening it. Not how you ever wanted to kiss someone you were in love with, just to prove a stupid point, but tonight seemed to be the night of stupid actions you usually would never.

You pulled away just to do the same to Hyunjin, knowing damn well you didn’t have the parts he liked but he caught on to your dramatics, kissing you back happily. “See, just a kiss. See you at work.” 

You left him flabbergasted, dragging your two friends down the street and away from him. What was his deal? Why did it matter so much to him about a stupid kiss?

A kiss, that you had to admit, left your stomach in knots and so damn eager for more. A kiss that, if you actually let yourself admit it, felt like fireworks in your blood and a passion you don’t remember feeling before. “Well I would hate to be you tomorrow, Boo, you have to go back to that. And at work. Why’d you get so into it anyways? Thought you didn’t want to fuck em?” Hyunjin’s mouth ran a mile a minute while Felix had been deadly silent since the kiss. To be fair, so were you until Hyunjin gave up the questions. They tried to stay the night, but you had them changed and out the door before it got too late. Hyunjin went to grab the cab while Felix was slow with his goodbye, no longer in drag. “Listen… about the kiss…” “I meant nothing by it, Felix, don’t overthink it.” “But I-” “I mean it. You’re still one of my best friends and that doesn’t change anything okay? Go head home and rest. Please?” He reluctantly nodded and left. Truly you had meant nothing about it, it was no different than kissing Hyunjin. There was no spark, no chemistry, no feelings- nothing that the kisses shared with the two dickheads had brought out. You hated to admit it, hated this realization. Felix was sweet, honorable, a really good person and you did love him. So why had your body reacted the way it did? It was going to keep you up all night thinking about it. And when that didn’t, hearing Mingi’s moans a bit after you rested your head on the pillow definitely did. More so the fact it was only his voice… and he was moaning your name.

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[pacienties]

Idk if you the song one of the girls but could you possibly write something based off of it with emo txt?

— emo rockstar txt!

warnings <3: mean txt but has a soft spot for reader, smut!, !cursing, inexperienced reader that’s sweet ): (inspired by a bunch of songs by the weeknd but mainly just one of the girls!), mentions of party, drugs snd sex basically, praise!

a/n <3: i love the weeknd..

you absolutely hated concerts, parties, packed public spaces basically anything that wasn’t the comfort of your pink bedroom.

another thing you hated was your lack of being able to stand up for yourself, naturally being a submissive and quiet person. often stumbling on your words making you curse at yourself internally.

tonight was especially one of the those nights were you actually wished you had a back bone and was able to say no to your small handful of friends because now you’re at one of those groupie parties you always feared of going to

you heard all of those horror stories where groupies go to dangerous lengths just to sleep with their favorite boybands and you were afraid of getting peer pressured into doing those scary acts to be quite frank seeing how reckless your small friend group was

“oh come on y/n don’t be a fucking pussy the guys here are hot” “i don’t know guys what if we get drugged and like taken advantage of?” you’d say your tears glistening with tears out of genuine worry ):

“you’re seriously wearing that? it looks like you’re heading to your elementary school graduation ceremony and your fucking mom dressed you up y/n. here wear this and take off those ridiculous ribbons in your hair what are you five?” your friend hands you a black slip on dress with a disgusted look on her face

“w-what’s wrong with my look? i think it looks okay” you’d frown looking down at your outfit, you were wearing a mini ruffle skirt with a baby long sleeve tee topping it off with your signature matching ribbons and stockings ):

“okay we’re here now don’t embarrass me yeah? find some guy to fuck i don’t care but when txt shows up pretend you don’t know me” your friend applies lip gloss on herself trying to hide a laugh at your high top converse

you nodded your head, blinking confused because you really didn’t know who tomorrow x together was

“come with me” you heard a deep raspy voice boom in your ears somehow loud enough to hear through the loud music playing throughout the house

you nodded your head slowly, once again being a follower who always follows the rules even if it was for a complete total stranger

“is this your first groupie party pretty?” the about 6ft foot emo boy whom you had no idea who he was spoke once he sat you down on a couch next to him

“yes i was really nervous to come here” you’d blush embarrassed to admit that out loud

the older male only smirked at your response, the drugs in his system making him even more attracted to you despite you both being strangers to each other

“is that so princess? let me guess you’re nervous to be alone with me too? i mean a cute girl like you doesn’t really belong at this type of party huh” the txt member (of your choice) would coo at you finding your nervousness adorable

you nodded cheeks feeling so hot you felt like you were going to explode; “you’re so cute” you’d hear the man beside you chucks as he lightly traced the skin on your thigh his hand reaching dangerously close to your clothed core

you’d shiver, “th-thank you” you let out a gasp feeling the emo male press light kisses on your neck

“relax baby im just making you feel good” you’d feel the older boy lightly pin you down on the couch beneath you making you shiver in fear

you felt scared to be hooking up with a total stranger, but at the same time you were excited

you let out a squeak as you felt a rough kiss being planted on your lips; the emo boy swirling his tongue desperately in your mouth just to get a taste of your candy flavored lips

“shit you’re so tight don’t tell me you’re a virgin” the rockstar above you grunts jackhammering his cock so aggressive in your cunt making you yelp

“i am” you whined squeezing onto the male’s board shoulders not used to the stretch

“gonna let me cum inside you baby?” the rockstar panted his hips stuttering so much at the feeling of you closing up on him

you nod your head, whimpering as you felt your orgasm wash over your body. this whole situation feeling like some type of blur before you felt yourself pass out possibly due to the drugs in your system.

“is that txt’s hoodie you have on?” you hear your friend shout causing you to wake up from the sound of her voice

“who?” you’d mutter yawning stretching your limbs

“oh come on i just told you who they were yesterday y/n but anyways how’d you get the hoodie? it’s wore by only members of the band” your friend raises a brow in confusion

you’d flush, “last night i was cold and this guy i hooked up with gave me his jacket to keep warm”

your friend gasps happy for you; “oh my god you got laid?!”

you’d whine, “it’s not that big of a deal we’re in college now after all”

your friend nods stopping her teasing, “right okay but who was the guy?”

you’d shrug, “im not sure he just had jet black hair, about 6 foot and korean? deep voice too”

“oh my god y/n you fucked a txt member!” your friend was giggling in delight

“oh” was all you said giggling as well

a/n: im obsessed with playing the last of us..

[taesanluv3r]

lost in love songs.

han taesan x reader

a short, three part, friends to lovers story.

ੈ✩‧₊ hidden love unfolds when taesan's ipod nano accidentally ends up in the hands of his best-friend, yn. a certain playlist catches her eyes, revealing the true feelings kept within the depths of the boy's heart.

part two: about a girl.

reader goes through an overwhelming amount of emotions (shes crying 😿), some cuss words, myung jaehyun (reader's older brother) comforts her <3 lowercase intended, excuse any spelling mistakes / grammatical errors! enjoy :3

wc: 2,009

masterlist 𖦹 part one 𖦹 part three

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"damn, can't believe that dork writes songs about my loser sister…i say we give it a little listen and-"

jaehyun's words are interrupted, "get out of my room" yn says sternly, a finger pointing out the opened door and her face dead serious. her brother rolls his eyes, "whatever, i'll leave you to it i guess. weirdo…maybe you two are meant for each other" the girl flips him off, climbing off of her bed to forcefully push her annoying sibling out the door, slamming it shut behind him. she sighs, turning back around and staring intently at the silver device that remained on her white bed-sheets. her stomach hurts as she sits down beside it, her heart pounding straight out of her chest, though she doesn't know why. yn takes a deep breath as she holds her friend's ipod in her hands, the size of it unfamiliar to the girl who was so used to her larger phone. the wired earphones were tangled and grey from how worn out it was, she hesitates for a moment, wondering if it were really a good idea to be listening to the song her friend made a point to keep hidden from her. but it was right there, staring at her with her name written on it, literally. yn scoots, her back making complete contact with her pillows, a fluffy cloud-shaped plush toy sandwiched between her chest and her knees. she sticks an earphone into her left ear, beginning to do the same on the other side when the ping of her phone stops her. turning over to the device, she blinks slowly at the contact name on her screen.

han taesan.

she watches from afar as countless texts and a few missed calls came in, her arm reaching out to grab her phone. yn contemplates for a moment, his urgent warnings forming a sense of hesitance as she falls into a dilemma. once again, she sighs, turning her phone on do not disturb, ignoring the guy's begs and pleas before she averts her attention back to the ipod nano. blocking out all outside noise, the other side of his earphones find place in her right ear, a finger grazing against the white buttons that decorated the silver music player. yn exhales, finally pressuring the tips of her nail, pushing play on the very first track,

'about a girl.'

the name directly stolen from a song by his favourite rock band, the girl fully expects her friend's usually grunge-y sound. however, yn is taken by surprise when a soft guitar acoustic hits the surface of her eardrums instead. the rhythm of the track almost as sweet as the lyrics that he begun to sing. taesan's voice is smooth like butter, matching perfectly with the rather simple strumming pattern of the stringed instrument. being fully produced in his bed-room on a cheap microphone he got at the thrift shop, the girl finds herself smiling slightly at the shuffling sounds she could still hear in the background, breath hitching when she finally processed the words.

i listen to love songs in hopes they come true. i listen intently to conversations with you. my mind turns into mush and i can't seem to speak. in seconds i'm out, the door shuts with a creak. i could talk about her for hours on end, i could talk with her, or maybe not, it depends. cause she drives me insane, and i've got worms for a brain. and i can't get her out of my head.

the girl doesn't know what to think. it just all sounds so…foreign. the taesan she knew never wrote songs like this, or at least none that she knew of. the shy and reserved boy would never be caught dead showing this much emotion in real life, his honey-like voice fades out as the instrumental gets louder, giving the girl a moment to think. a million questions swarm into her head. he wrote this song…for her? she's lost in the music for a moment, her mind racing as she goes through about a billion thoughts per second. her heart fluttering at the very idea of this whole thing- i mean, it was as if all those romantic dreams she's had were finally coming true. a whole song written for her? frankly, the girl was on cloud 9. yet still, yn can't help but doubt herself, does he really feel this way for her? her best-friend since middle school? the ever so introverted han taesan who's never even spoken of love, this is him? as the questions swim through her brain, his soft singing wakes her up again.

this girl that i know, she's a girl that i like. but she won't feel the same, i don't know though, she might. i just can't, and i won't, let her know how i feel. i fear it might slip and it'll all become real. for my mouth only speaks around her, and my mind only thinks about this girl.

after another beat or two, he sings the final words of his love song,

still, you drive me insane. and i've got worms for a brain. think i might like you more than a friend.

with that, the first track in the two-song playlist comes to an end. the room is silent, the only thing she could hear was the quiet sound of her deep breaths. yn's mouth hangs open, her body freezing up like she had just been transported to the arctic without shelter. she doesn't even want to listen to the other song, in fear it'd make her heart beat faster than this one did. unconciously, a single tear begins to run down her cheek. "i know you said to go away but mom's asking what you want for dinner" the sound of her older brother's voice shakes her out of the daze, her eyes blinking rapidly as her head turned towards the door. "are…are you crying?" jaehyun asks, eyes widening as he began to walk over to where she sat on the bed, taking a seat beside her. "i…" she starts but doesn't continue, not really knowing what she was going to or even wanted to say. "so…you listened to that song, huh?" the boy asked, his features softening at the sight of his tearful sister who looked…well, lost.

she nods slightly, "just…just the first one" she mumbles, gulping all too loudly as her hand moves up to wipe at the tears that stained her blushed cheeks. "so? does he like you, or what?" jaehyun's question comes out a bit rushed, like he was impatient to know. "i…i don't know" and before they knew it, the girl had broken down into tears again. she still didn't know why though, the lyrics of her friend's song was nothing but sweet. however, the truth about the feelings he had, the ones he must've been keeping from her this whole time…it made the myung girl overwhelmed, not really knowing how she had to react. "hey, don't cry" her brother coos, a hand stiffly patting against the small of her back as she sobs into her hands. "yn…i know you hate it when i tease you but, don't you think it's obvious he's always liked you?" she lifts up her head, fully looking at her older sibling with confused eyes. "and don't lie, yn. we all know you're a terrible liar. i can tell by the way you smile when you mention him, i can tell by how annoyed you get over silly things about him that you, whether you like it or not, you're just in love as he is" jaehyun lets out a breath after talking too fast, his lips pursed into a line as he hits his sister with the reality of her feelings, and her best-friend's.

"but…" she starts again, stuttering as the salty taste of her own tears managed to seep into her mouth that started to feel a little dry. "but what if it's all a misunderstanding? i mean, what if i got it all wrong? what if this ruins our relationship forever? i shouldn't have…i shouldn't have listened to this. i-" the rambling girl gets cut off, "yn!" jaehyun's voice is louder by a decibel, his hands pressed firmly against his shaking sister's shoulders. "yn, look. there's only one way to find out. and you and i both know that things will only get weird if you don't talk to him about this, right?" the myung girl sighs, nodding at him, a grateful look on her face for her older brother and his big heart- even if he bullied and teased her half the time. "you're right…" another ping grabs their attention away from each other and over to the phone she had tossed to the other side of the bed. "i think that's him…" jaehyun smiles softly at his love-sick little sister, reaching to pass the phone over to her before patting her back lightly. "talk to him, yn. tell him the truth. what's the worst that could happen, right?" he says, earning a half-assed smile in return from the girl.

"besides, he did write love songs dedicated to you- something tells me you two are going to be just fine"

the boy gets off of the bed, "i'll tell mom you're not hungry yet. let me know if you need anything, okay? and if it is all a misunderstanding, which i doubt it is, i'm only a call away and i'll fight the guy for you!" the last part makes the girl giggle, breaking away from her somber state for a moment, rolling her eyes as the older sibling began showing off his non-existent arm muscles. he shot her a quick good luck before he was out the door again. leaving myung yn alone, alone with the thousands of messages and calls from a panicked han taesan.

emo loser (taesan) yn, whatever you do DO NOT touch my ipod. yn answer my calls!!!! yn please. yn, don't do it. it's too late isn't it? yn… i'm sorry.

the girl can't help but feel sick, the guilt of it all making her stomach turn and her heart to swell in pain. she takes a deep breath, the ticks on the bottom right of his messages turning blue, signifying that she had finally read them.

emo loser (taesan) you listened to them, didn't you?

yn's breathing gets heavy and fast, her fingers trembling as she began to type out a response.

i need to talk to you.

she bites her lip, nervously watching as the three dots appear then disappear on his end of the chatroom, like he had started to type but stopped half way through. yn shuts her eyes, opening them to stare at the ipod nano that had turned itself off at some point before. her gaze is turned back to the phone in her hands when he finally texts her back.

emo loser (taesan) meet me at the playground tomorrow? i have so much to say you'll listen right?

yn smiles softly, a sudden feeling of warmth engulfing her previously frozen body. she nods to herself, fingers hovering over the digital keyboard.

tomorrow at 1?

this time, he texts back almost immediately.

emo loser (taesan) i don't think i can wait that long meet me there at 10 unless you're still sleeping, lazy ass.

the boy's teasing joke, after the whirlwind of emotions she had just gone through, comforts her a little. suddenly, the girl feels confident that her brother was right and that they'd be okay after all.

see you at 10 then, weirdo

the conversation ends there. yn hides under her covers that night, her stomach empty though she didn't feel the need to eat, and her body exhausted though she couldn't seem to sleep. she's still in disbelief. the sound of his voice playing over and over again in her head all night. the lyrics tattooed onto her brain as she finds herself lost.

lost in the love song he wrote for her.

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first of all tysm for 100 followers !!! HEHEHEHE taesan straying away from his usual emo grunge music to write secret love songs for yn 😿 featuring the lyrics that i wrote myself <3 THOUGHTS??? reblogs n feedbacks are highly appreciated!! send me an ask, let's talk abt this 💭 see u guys in the final part!! love, kona.

[luvlyhee]

M𝓞𝓞NLIGHT ROM𝛢NC𝑒 — 月亮代表我的心

crown prince heeseung x fem. reader

listen to this while reading <3 just a silly drabble for hee

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers ♥︎ wc: 1.2k

the voluminous skirt hides away your legs and your bodice gives way for imagination, creating a v line from the base of your neck to right above your chest. the purple fabric tugs onto your body loosely as you sip on a glass of champagne.

your fingers spun the glass around out of boredom. the purple mask adorned with feathers, flower petals and crystals shielded your face from others. it was a masquerade ball after all.

you didn’t even notice someone approaching you until he stood right in front of you. it was a man, royal or not you didn’t know.

he wore a fine cream coloured suit, gold embroidery embedded into the fabric. a white lace ruffled collar hid his neck away, but it made him look even more enchanting. his mask was dark blue, yellow and gold jewels outlining the perimeter.

“miss, are you alone?” he suddenly asked and bent down a little to look you in the eye, trying to see— trying to identify who you were since the mask was blocking all your facial features except your eyes and lips.

you nodded and placed your glass down on a nearby table. “yes, i am alone. why do you ask?” you answered his question and asked him a question. something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t just any guest in the hall. something about him felt expensive, felt royal.

a sly grin formed on his face and he straightened his back, extending his hand towards you before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “care to have this dance with me, love?”

the way he phrased his request made the hairs on your body stand and you shivered just a little. his voice was smooth, it was rich and it lured you in.

“i would love to,” you murmured and placed your hand in his. his other hand snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer to him. “do you know how to dance?” he inquired as he gently pulled you to the centre of the ballroom where everyone else was dancing.

you shook your head, “i took lessons but i didn’t learn much.” he could could only chuckle, the hand on your waist gently and soothingly rubbing your hip to assure you he’d teach you along the way.

“don’t even worry about it, it’s not that difficult, just flow with the music m’kay?” he whispered in your ear. you could feel his breath brush against your ear. it felt nice, oddly nice.

in response, you nodded your head and intertwined your fingers with his own. “just follow my lead,” he smiled and started moving his legs to the rhythm of the classical music.

if you were to be honest, you probably learnt more from this unknown guy than the lessons you had prior. every step he took, you followed, his hand on your waist assured you that you wouldn’t fall as long as you were in his grasp.

one step. two step. three step. and you were dancing.

“you’re a natural y’know?” he chuckled as he spun you around, catching you in his arms. you could only smile at his words, not knowing what to say except a “thank you.”

dancing with him felt like time stood still. the only noise you could hear were the sounds of the piano and violins harmonising and his breathing. you didn’t realise he was so close till you looked up at him.

he noticed you looking up at him and gave you a faint smile, rubbing his thumb against the back of your palm to ease any of your worries.

the night had to come to an end. the music stopped and everyone started to depart from the hall, leaving in their carriages.

you and him however didn’t leave

“do you trust me?” he asked as he gently dragged you out of the hall, opening a glass door and leading you out. you nodded, “yeah, i do.”

he could only give you a big grin as he brought you out to the castle gardens. why was he bringing you there? was he even allowed here?

once he brought you to the garden, he placed his palm on the small of your back, ushering you to enter.

flowers were blooming everywhere, the light from the moon illuminated and made them look even more whimsical. like something out of a fairy tale.

he thought you looked beautiful under moonlight, how the light bounced off your skin and the way the moon reflected in your eye. “why’d you bring me here?” you suddenly asked and turned around to meet his gaze, your skirt twirling in the process.

“no reason , i just thought you would look beautiful next to the flowers,” he explained and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“you think i’m beautiful? you haven’t even seen my face,” you giggled and fiddled with your fingers out of embarrassment. ‘how cute’ he thought.

“i’m sure you’d look just as amazing without the mask.”

there was a pause. it wasn’t awkward— hell one might even say it was far from uncomfortable. it was comforting, like a warm hug from a loved one. odd.

“i’ll take my mask off if you take yours off,” you suggested and placed your hands behind your back, like a cheeky kid up to no good.

he smiled and nodded his head in agreement to your suggestion. “3.. 2.. 1..” and there he took off his mask, revealing himself as the crown prince of the kingdom.

you couldn’t believe your eyes. was it really lee heeseung standing in front of you? you stare at his features, his nose, his cheeks, his eyebrows, his lips— they were beautiful.

heeseung laughed softly before placing a hand on your waist, trying to garner your attention. “your turn now, love.”

you snapped back to reality before chuckling awkwardly and nodding your head. did you really just embarrass yourself in front of the prince?

removing your mask, you held it in your hand and looked up at him. you caught his gaze and you looked back down due to your shyness. “my eyes are up here, pretty,” he said and bent down to your level.

“r-right..” you mumbled and looked back up at him. does he think you’re ugly? hideous? you hope not.

“you’re so beautiful darling,” he whispered before cupping your cheek with one hand. he was fully aware of what he was doing, he wasn’t drunk, he wasn’t doing this in the spur of the moment. he was truly alive in that moment.

you blushed at his compliment. it was as if your hand had its own mind. your hand reached out to rest itself on his shoulder blade. he felt warm, in a cozy way.

time stopped for a moment as you got lost in each others eyes. you didn’t even realise you two got so much closer, close enough that your noses were brushing against each others.

and when his lips met yours, it felt like a wave of emotions came crashing into you. there was so much raw emotion in that kiss, so much love, so much affection. in his embrace is where it felt so right.

on that day you knew for a fact that lee heeseung was just as much as yours as you were his.

a/n: i was watching cinderella and suddenly got this idea 😵‍💫 hope u guys enjoy. also if anyone is wondering what the chinese text means it means “the moon represents my heart” and it’s a song title

@ luvlyhee 2024 thank you for the support <3

[rafecamerons-whore]

Troublemakers(part 1)

Parrings~ Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary~ your new to the outer banks, got in trouble back at home so you’re living with your aunt and uncle, and you meet rafe at one of his parties, wanting to get to know each other more after your first time meeting.

Warnings~ smoking weed, mentioned beer, y/n used once, language,

A/N~ first series so please bare with me:)

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You were new to the Outer Banks, living with your uncle Chris and aunt Liz. The reason we were here was because you got into a bit of trouble back at home and your parents needed a break from your troublemaker self.

It’s been a few weeks living with you aunt and uncle. Tonight you heard about a party happening at the Cameron estate. You didn’t know many people but word got around.

It was around 11pm when your aunt and uncle went to bed. You wanted about half hour before sneaking out. You figured out that this house was only down the street from where you lived.

All you had on were a pair of black shorts, and a white branded crop top with some white shoes. You walked into the house, loud music filling your ears, the smell of beer and weed filling your nose.

You weren’t the type to drink beer, but weed was definitely your thing. Since you didn’t know anyone you made your way to the back of the house. Seeing a pool and the a deck out in the water.

You take your socks and shoes off putting your feet in the pool. You also take out a baggie of rolled blunts and your lighter. You light your blunt and wait a second before taking a hit. Letting all your stress be relieved.

Just as you finish the first blunt you got a nice high going, starting you second you hear footsteps behind you. “Who are you?” You hear a man’s voice ask. You turn your head a look up. Seeing a boy your age about 19, brown hair, blue eyes, and holding a beer. “Sorry I’m new here, is outside off limits?” You asked him getting up to stand in front of him.

He looked at you and realized he didn’t recognize you. His heart was beating a little faster though. “Names Rafe, Rafe Cameron, I’m the host of the party.” He said with no emotion. “Names y/n, I’m new here just got here a few weeks ago.” You said at him to take in his appearance and body language.

“Oh, really?” He asked a little intrigued. “Got into a bit of trouble back at home so I’m staying here with my aunt and uncle for a few months cause my parents need a break.” You said with a small smirk. “What kind of trouble.” He asked curious striking him. “Selling weed, got into a few fights.” You spoke with such a casual tone. “Got a troublemaker here, huh?” He said with a smirk.

You roll my eyes and scoff. “So you single?” You asked boldly. “Yeah why, like me already or something pretty girl?” He said with a smirk. “Really, a boy like you seems like he’s got girls lined up at his feet.” You said with a cocky smile. “I do, but they all want me for my money.” He spoke with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What’s your type, like is guys?” He asked with a cocky grin. “I like guys who are like me, I like troublemakers, but you gotta know how to respect a woman.” You spoke truthfully. “And a guy with a soft spot only for me.” You added on.

He gave you an amused smile. “Oh I see.” He said. “I’m pretty much the same you could say.” He added looking you up and down with a grin. All you do is smile, lighting your second blunt and take a hit before holding it to him. “You wanna hit?” You asked him. He shrugged and took it from you taking a long hit and giving it back.

“Why don’t you give me your number and we can talk again.” He said wanting to get back to the party. “Sure.” You spoke with a shrug.

He handed you his phone, you type your number in and make a contact for yourself putting it as ‘pretty girl😚’ before texting yourself and hearing your own phone ping. You smiled and handed it back to him before he returned the smile and headed back to the party.

You finished you second blunt and did a third before leaving the party. You successfully snuck back into your room and changed into something more comfortable before crashing into your bed falling into a deep slumber.

Rafe on the other hand, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he looked so pretty. He’s a playboy but after seeing you he might change. It’s later that night when everyone leaves and he’s in his room alone, he opened his phone to check a few things and saw what you put as your contact. He smirked at it before closing his phone and going to sleep.

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It was 11am when you checked the time. Waking up and remembering last night. You want to see him again already and you barely know him. You were known as a player back at your home town, would have a boyfriend and then cheat on him. But it wasn’t your fault. None of them were ever good enough.

You went downstairs and were met with you aunt and uncle about to eat breakfast. “There’s more eggs and bacon on the stove.” Uncle Chris said sitting down and started to eat.

You walk to the kitchen and grab a plate and started putting the eggs and bacon on your plate. You sit down with them at the table and also started eating.

Once you finished eating you went back up stairs to your room and changed clothes for the day. Checking you phone seeing you have a message from ‘rafe💋’. You smile and read the text.

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Rafe💋: hey pretty girl whatcha doing today.

Pretty girl😚: nothing much why?

Rafe💋: wanna hang out with me and my friends today?

Rafe💋: would like to get to know you more:)

Pretty girl😚: sure why not what time?

Pretty girl😚: I wanna get to know you more too rafe:)

Rafe💋: ok cool, I’ll pick you up in like hour and a half?

Pretty girl😚: sounds good see you then.

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You smile at the text and close your phone before you lay back on your bed and just scroll on your phone for the next hour and a half.

Rafe texts you about thirty minutes before, asking for you address so you give it to him even though your down the street.

Then a little later he sends you another text saying he’s outside and ready.

You walk downstairs and tell your aunt and uncle goodbye. “I’ll see you later, going out with friends!”

And you walk out the front door walking to Rafe’s car and getting in the back seat where another one of his friends topper was.

Rafe gave you a smile before driving wherever they are going. You all started small talk in the car talking about random shit.

“So you’re new right?” Topper asked looking at you. “Yeah I am, don’t know much people.” You said looking back at him. “You single.” He smirked at you and put an arm behind you. “Yeah I am, but I’m not looking for anything.” You said with an awkward smile.

What you didn’t see was safe gaze watching you both in a mirror. He listen to topper try and flirt with you as he started getting jealous. He didn’t even know why he’s never felt like this about a girl before. He did calm slightly when you said you didn’t want anything, which made him a bit disappointed.

What he didn’t know was what you were think in your mind when you said you didn’t want anything. In your mind you wanted rafe even though you just met, something about him is attracting you to him and you don’t know what.

Same with him something is attracting you to him but he doesn’t know.

It’s only something for you both to find out and get to know each other….

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A/N~ is it good or bad be honest

Part 2 soon….

[keyslox]

His stream today was just OUGHHHHHH SO GOOODDD RAAAHHH

[reinabeestudio]

Understandably he has more than one voice but phew (°ー°〃)

[timeflieslikeabanana]

I get into very niche and obscure things, which is awesome and I love it, but then I have this problem where I can't share what I love about something to my friends without 50 different layers of context and I don't want to blab for a half hour to my friend about it and scare them off

[illusioninfnty]

day 15 ; keeping quiet

↠ billy loomis x reader x stu macher

fandom: scream word count: 3.9k warnings: nsfw 18+, gf!billy and stu, DUBCON, semi-public sex, homoerotic undertones, mentions of gore, cheating, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, double penetration, knife play if you squint, gagging, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, fingering, my stu bias definitely shows sorry guys

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You weren’t really much of a party person, and all of your friends were aware of that. It was why none of them gave much resistance to the idea of you slipping away.

Stu’s house was insanely crowded, more than his usual parties. It was obviously because of the recent killing spree by the mysterious masked killer who had yet to be caught. Your general anxiety in loud spaces mixed with that of the unknown killer running around had you even more paranoid.

“Be careful!” Sidney calls out and Tatum waves as you make your way up the staircase. You send a small smile back as you weave your way through drunk teenagers stumbling all around, looking for more drinks.

You’ve been in Stu’s house plenty of times, having been friends with him for years at this point. You make a beeline straight for his bedroom, hoping that no one was in there hooking up so you could have a quiet place to decompress. 

You knock loudly on his door, pressing your ear against it as the loud music and teens make it hard to hear inside. There’s no answer to your knowledge, and you slowly peek your head in.

No one is in the room, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You shut the door behind you and plop down on Stu’s bed, laying yourself out in a heap of exhaustion.

A bang from somewhere inside the room startles you, making you jump up from your seat. You notice that Stu’s closet door is slightly ajar, and figure that something inside fell down. You make your way over, the closet creaking as you open it.

A gasp leaves your lips and you step back after seeing what it was that fell.

It was one of the ghostface masks. 

You slowly back away, eyes wide in disbelief with what you were seeing. No. It wasn’t possible, right? Stu couldn’t have been the killer; it made no sense. You bend down and cautiously pick up the mask.

It looks like your average store-bought cheap costume accessory. You inspect it closer, but bring a hand up to your mouth and almost drop the mask when you see what’s stained on it.

Small flecks of blood, all spattered across the edges.

The sound of the door creaking has you throwing the mask back into the closet and slamming the door, chest heaving as you pretend as though you weren’t searching through it.

In walks Stu, his trademark grin spread wide across his face. 

“Now what are you doing in here?” he teases suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. He closes the door and leans against it.

But clearly you’re not very good at hiding your emotions, because the smile instantly drops from Stu’s face. “Have you been…snooping in my things?”

You bite your lip and can feel your heart drop in your chest. “What? No! I just came in here to rest.” Your voice sounds incredibly shaking and you know there’s no way he’s buying it.

Stu’s eyes narrow, and he stalks closer to you. You back away in return, but his long strides make it difficult to put distance between the two of you. “I think you’re lying to me.”

He utters out your name in a warning tone. At this point, you know, he knows you know, and you know he knows you know that he’s the Ghostface killer. You make a feeble attempt to duck past Stu and make a run for it, but he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest, completely restraining you.

You try your best at escaping. You pound on his chest, wiggle in his grip, and even try biting him. That fails miserably and Stu slaps his large palm against your mouth, preventing you from screaming for help.

He drags you over to the bed, and you start to kick your heels against his legs. You aren’t sure what he’s capable of anymore. Is this the moment you die? Is Stu going to kill you? You let out a choked sob underneath his palm, clawing at his hand but to no avail.

You push back against him with all of the force of your body, yet Stu remains solid. “Be quiet,” he mutters in your ear. 

And then you feel it. On your backside, you can feel Stu getting hard. You whimper in fear, and your body goes limp. But he clearly notices that you could feel it, and he chuckles darkly.

“Got me excited with all that struggling, babe.” He shamelessly rubs himself against you, his erection fully hard beneath his pants now.

Despite the terror that you feel in that moment, you couldn’t help but moan silently.

You would be lying if you said you never thought of hooking up with your friend. Stu was hot, he was funny, and if Tatum was a reliable source, he also had a huge dick.

If fucking Stu could save you from death, you would gladly let him use you however he wished.

You quickly concoct a plan in your head—a lame one, but a plan—to seduce Stu in an attempt to hopefully convince him not to kill you afterwards.

Before you can even attempt to put your plan into action, the bedroom door creaks open. “Shit,” you hear Stu mutter under his breath. Both you and him turn together, and in walks Billy, sauntering as he usually does.

He pauses and raises an eyebrow as he surveys the position you and Stu are in.

“Did I interrupt something?” Billy smirks, his eyes going dark. You look up through your eyelashes at Stu, who presses you closer to him, as if warning you not to signal for help. He shakes his head at Billy.

“She knows, man.”

Your body goes completely rigid in Stu’s grip. A chill runs down your spine.

Billy was involved in this Ghostface shit too? Well, that actually surprised you less than Stu. Billy was kind of a horror junkie in secret, even rivaling Randy, and he always had this strange look in his eye whenever he thought no one was looking.

His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “Oh?” 

The tone in his voice is sinister, much different than what you’ve heard from him before.

He strides over, pulling out a knife from his pocket and holding it out towards you.

You shriek, but it comes out all muffled. You try to tilt your head away from where Billy points the knife to your chin, but Stu keeps his hand solid, forcing your head forward.

He clicks his tongue at you, teasing you for your failed attempts to escape.

“I really didn’t want to kill you now, sweetheart, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to fall. You still helplessly struggle against Stu’s grip, choking back sobs. You so desperately want Stu to release his hand, want to beg the two of them to keep you alive. You’re two seconds away from sounding like you belong in a bad porno that the boys rent from the video store where the woman says please! I’ll do anything!

But you don’t need to do any of that. Because before Billy starts slicing and dicing and stabbing at you, he backs away and looks Stu up and down. He then barks out a laugh.

“What, did chasing her around get you all stiff?”

Stu grins cheekily and grinds his erection up against your butt. You let out a surprised moan under his palm, grabbing onto his forearm. “You know I’ve always wanted to fuck her, man.”

Billy eyes shift between you and Stu, before pausing on you. A smirk slowly grows across his features until it morphs into a toothy grin. You can see the way his cock begins to twitch in his jeans and your heart sinks into your stomach.

“I’m not going to let you fuck her alone tonight.”

As if Stu was waiting this whole time for Billy’s approval, the hand that was restricting your mouth moves off and down to his jeans. Before you can even think about opening your mouth, Billy brings the knife back up your face, right under your chin forcing you to keep your mouth closed and head tilted up to meet his eyes.

“If you say a word I’ll cut your throat open and stick my cock in it.” He imitates the motion of slicing the knife across your throat. 

You swallow harshly and can’t control the way you tremble under Stu’s hold. But the depraved part of you has your core throbbing, at the carnal lust that fills his eyes, so desperately wanting them both to get to fucking you sooner rather than later. 

Scoffing in his face, you try your best to put up a calm front. “Are you guys all bark and no bite? All I hear is talking but no action.”

“Oh you’ll be getting action soon, baby.” You can feel Stu’s erect cock rubbing against your backside and the way that his arousal stains your shirt. His hand holds it at the base as he guides it between your legs, slowly fucking you between your thighs. You look down to see the bulging red tip of his cock leaking beads of precum as it penetrates the plush skin of your legs with every thrust.

Billy takes his knife and slices your skirt right down the middle, the two pieces falling to shreds at your feet.

“Yeah, there it is!” Stu yells as his long fingers poke and prod at your pussy through your underwear until it soaks the fabric through. “All nice and wet for us now.”

He moves the material to the side of your puffy lips and without so much as a warning sticks his cock right inside.

“Oh fuck,” you moan out as quietly as you can with the intense pleasure. It slides in easily with how wet you’ve gotten over the past couple of minutes. You arch your back into Stu as his long cock bullies its way inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Stu begins thrusting immediately, the sounds of your skin slapping together being the loudest thing in the room.

“Such a dirty little slut,” Stu’s voice teases, laughter evident in his tone. His arm around your waist holds you up as he pounds into you at lightning speed, bouncing you up and down his cock. Your feet lift off the ground ever-so-slightly as he pulls you up. “But I guess I’m kind of a slut to. Always wanted to fuck you like this.”

Through your lust-filled haze, you can see Billy stroking himself through his boxers, jeans already unzipped and pulled down. He stares at both you and Stu and where the two of you connect. 

“You gonna join man?” Stu lifts you up under your thighs. The action lifts your feet up in the air and exposes your pussy directly in Billy’s line of view. Stu pulls his cock out enough so just the head remains inside, and starts fingering around your lips.

You gasp at the sensation, your arms gripping his own and your walls clenching down desperately onto him. Stu’s fingers make a v shape and pull your lips open wide. “There’s plenty of room for you in here.” 

“N-no!” You sob out, clawing at Stu and kicking your legs. The implication is not subtle at all, and the fear has you clenching even tighter onto him. There was no way that you could fit both of them in your pussy. Stu’s cock is already thick and fills you completely; you don’t think you could take another one without breaking.

Billy continues to palm himself above his underwear, the head of his cock poking out from the elastic band. “Fuck yeah, now your speaking my language!”

“No! Billy!” You shake your head wildly, tears threatening to fall from your swollen eyes. “Stop! It won’t fit!”

He rolls his eyes and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, pumping it with a few solid strokes. “Stop complaining.” 

“He’ll make it fit,” Stu giggles from behind you.

A strangled sound leaves your lips, a mix between a choke and a sob. You’re powerless in Stu’s hold as he moves your limbs every which way he pleases. He never lets up in his thrusts, his stamina completely insatiable, and it doesn’t feel like he’s stopping any time soon.

You have no choice but to lay helpless as Billy guides his cock into your wet hole, pushing against Stu’s. The stretch from the two of their massive lengths is painful, and you bite the outside of your hand as an attempt to soften your cries.

“Fuck,” Billy moans, slotting himself fully inside of you. His eyes squeeze shut and his head is thrown back in pleasure. Your hands press against his chest to stabilize yourself. 

Your eyes roll back as you start moaning audibly, his cock stuffing you full alongside Stu’s. 

“None of that.” Billy slaps a hand over your mouth and digs his fingers into your cheek. “If any one of those sleazebags outside hears those moans I’ll have to kill them and fuck you over their dead body.”

His voice is deep, gravely, and completely serious—you believe him in his entirety. You nod rapidly under his hold. You don’t want the death of anyone to be on your hands, no matter how annoying they are.

“Good. Now stay quiet.”

Billy and Stu take turns fucking themselves up into you. They give you any chance for a break, when one pulls their length almost completely out, the other shoves it in. They take turns pounding themselves into you. Your walls clench hard around them, being stretched to the brim. It takes all your power not to cry out from the pain and pleasure, but the fear from Billy’s unpredictably overpowers all other emotions. 

Billy seems to be caught up in the haze of his own arousal, fingers digging in the skin of your hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of you rhythmically. He groans. “Forgot what it’s like to fuck a tight, wet hole. Sidney still hasn’t put out yet.”

Your body instantly freezes at Billy’s words. In the midst of all the chaos that involved finding out that two of your friends were active serial killers, both of them have been wanting to fuck you, and both of them actually proceeding to fuck you, you were ashamed to admit that you completely forgot about your the rest of your friends downstairs. Sidney and Tatum, two of your closest friends, were partying just below you and were blissfully unaware that you were in fact not resting from the partying, but instead getting your hole absolutely destroyed by their boyfriends just a couple hundred feet away.

The reality of your situation comes back to you and the dread starts to sink in. Instinctively, you begin thrashing your body all around, causing as much commotion as you can. Your nails end up scratching Stu on his arm. “Ow!” he whines out, but it’s a cross between a whimper and a turned on moan. He bites your neck in retaliation. “I like ‘em feisty, you know. Really gets my dick goin’.”

Billy, on the other hand, doesn’t take your failed act of defiance so lightly. His hand reaches up and squeezes your cheeks as he pulls your face close to him, not letting up with the pistoning of his hips.

“Not. A. Word.” Every syllable is spoken individually, heavily gritted out through clenched teeth. At that moment, an array of muffled voices is heard right outside the bedroom door. Billy and you turn to the source of the noise at the same time. Billy turns back to you first. “You know what happens if they walk in,” he trails off darkly, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the glint of his knife as it rests on the side table, within an arm's reach from him. If he wanted to, he could easily slip himself out of you and kill the unsuspecting partygoers within mere seconds.

He buries himself back inside of you as you say that, the two of their cocks fighting for their spots inside of your restrictive walls. Billy and Stu moan in unison at the feeling, both of you gripping onto them and the way they feel pressed up against each other.

As hopeless as your situation may seem in the end, you try to make due with what you have and not let the guilt consume you. There’s nothing you can do about it now unless you want multiple people to wind up dead. It’s fairly easy to erase your mind of anything other than the two guys currently surrounding you, whose relentless thrusts make your vision go white and limbs go numb.

Stu attaches himself onto your neck, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys that’ll last for days. You lean your head back into him, giving him more access to the area. His long tongue licks all around the area, sending shivers down your spine.

His mouth eventually makes its way up to your own and Stu covers it, kissing you with great fervor. His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling it around with your own tongue. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but it feels perfectly like him. It’s intimate as he massages your tongue and brings his hand up to cup your jaw. In that single moment, you can pretend like your new revelation didn’t exist and that this is just a sensual moment between you and your friend, who’s kissing you like his life depends on it.

But that’s not the case, as Billy brings you back to reality once again. He spanks your ass which has you gasping into Stu’s mouth and your eyes opening wide.

Spit dribbles out the side of your mouth as Stu finally lets up, moaning into your jaw. He gives your neck a big kiss before sucking another hickey into it. “I can be romantic sometimes,” he whispers teasingly into your ear, causing you to shiver.

Billy and Stu pound into you, even harder than before if possible, their hips snapping up against your body.

You know that your orgasm is fast approaching, the various simulations making you feel desperate for a release.

“Please, please, please, please,” your voice is hoarse as you whisper out in a breathy tone to keep as quiet as possible.

“Yeah? You want our cum inside of you?” Billy coaxes you, but you can tell that he’s just as close to reaching his peak as you are given the uneven rhythm of his ruts, pushing slightly against the pattern he had set with Stu.

You nod your head as much as you can, your vision going blurry with the speed you move it. You can feel Billy’s cock throb furiously in you and it's enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him, clapping a hand over your mouth as to not alert your presence to anyone outside.

Billy’s orgasm follows your own soon after, with a strangled moan leaving his lips as his hot cum releases all inside you. The mix of your two juices allows for easier movement within your walls, and after he’s done climaxing Billy slides out of you with ease.

But Stu is nowhere near stopping.

With the result of your’s and Billy’s releases aiding him, Stu ruts himself even further into you. He manhandles you so that instead of your previous position of being twisted in the air as Stu stands behind you, he throws you down on top of the bed and climbs on top of you, humping into you from behind with a newfound vigor.

“Finally get you to myself for a bit,” Stu grits out of his teeth as his hips piston at an immeasurable speed.

You can’t speak at this point, completely cockdrunk from the brunt of the thrusts you’re taking. Stu’s broad body completely engulfs your form as he pounds you into the bedsheets. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, only low whimpers and droll being produced from it.

You can hear the squelching of your pussy, the result of Billy’s cum and your juices, as Stu pounds his cock as far as it reaches. You can feel the release escape the sides of your pussy lips with the brunt of Stu’s thrusts and you can’t help but whine softly as some of the warmth and fullness from the cum leaves your body.

Stu’s hand runs through your hair until he grabs it at the base. He pushes your head down completely into the bed, using much more pressure than what was needed. The force of it causes your ass to arch further into him as he presses his front fully against your back, curving his form as if morphing to the shape of your hunched and fucked out form.

“Now that’s a nice view,” he groans out, one hand at the root of your hair and the other pawing at your ass.

Animalistic grunts leave Stu’s mouth and you can feel as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm. Curses leave his lips as he finally cums, pushing himself inside you as deep as he can and hitting parts never reached before. You can feel the jets of his hot release inside of you as it comes out in huge, thick spurts.

When Stu finally leaves your walls, the mix of all three of your orgasms comes flowing out, making you moan at the loss of the fullness from all three of you.

“C’mon now, push it all outta you,” Billy’s voice calls out from across the room, speaking up from his previous silent observer role as he recovered from his own peak.

You obey, squeezing as much as you can with your weak body. You can feel globs of cum escape your entrance, cooling as it runs down your thighs and onto the sheets below you.

You flinch as you feel Stu’s fingers scoop some out of you, and the smacking of his lips indicates he tasted it. You moan, only able to picture what the scene looks like.

“Oh? You want some?” Stu’s fingers hastily appear in front of you. The fingers from his other hand pull your mouth open and he shoves the cum covered ones inside, making you gag instantly. He rams them in and out of your mouth, barely giving you any time to properly suck on the cum. Flecks of the fluid fly out of your mouth along with your own saliva. Tears fall without a warning, your gag reflex working overtime.

Stu’s fingers fuck your mouth until all of the cum is virtually gone from them. When he finally pulls them out, your body completely collapses. It trembles furiously from all the overstimulation, unable to hold itself up.

Stu gives you a big wet kiss on your cheek and slaps his now-limp cock onto your bare ass. You can only whimper in response, your body too heavy to move any part of it right now. Your vision is blurry, but through it you manage to make out Billy, with his sweaty complexion and rumpled clothes back on his body, talking down to you.

“You stay put until we can get everyone to piss off. We’ll be back for round two.”

[omgeto]

☆ R U GONNA STAY THE NIGHT? — fratboy!GETO SUGURU

summary:geto suguru, 'top dog' on campus, is used to ploughing through all the ditzy little freshmen without any concern for their feelings. but now his biggest challenge, is you, and it's not getting you in his bed, its getting you to stay in it.

wc: 4k (look guys I did it)

cw: afab!reader, all types of fucking, masturbation, you ride his dick, you ride his face, he gives you like two spanks, he's kinda whiny but then at the same time not. you both think you're the boss of this situationship and you are both wrong. MDNI slight angst if you squint, or maybe angst angst idk

an: first fic in 10 days, is this what you call a comeback? idk but I hope you enjoy whatever this is I TRIED OKAY I TRIED! Also thanks bae @kazushawty for betaing some and bullying me in our chats

sleeping with a frat bro wasn’t on your to do list during your freshman year, but there is something about geto suguru that you just can’t shake. you thought that you were one of many, after hearing all the rumours about him that spread throughout campus and that didn’t phase you as long as he could get you off, you didn’t care what else he did. but little did you know he is all about you and he is finally gonna let that be known tonight.

"excuse me," a whisper brushes against your ear, a deep, low hum that sends shivers down your spine. hands press lightly on your waist, shifting you ever so slightly. you glance over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowing when you realise there is more than enough room for the person to pass. it's geto suguru, and you shoot him a withering glare.

"what's the problem?" he asks, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he observes the hard look you're giving him. but instead of answering, you simply turn away, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

geto, undeterred by your cold response, takes a step closer. his presence is magnetic, and you can feel the heat of his body inches from yours. the music pulses around you, the crowd dancing and laughing, but all you can focus on is him.

“y’know me” he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and his voice drops to a seductive murmur. "can’t resist the opportunity to get a little closer to you."

“oh fuck off geto,” you hiss, but your words had no real bite, you move your elbow to try and deter him but his stance remains fixed behind you.

“you’re a hard woman to please,” he sighs, with mock sadness, “but as frat president i can’t have one of my party guest having a bad time at one of my parties can i?”

“maybe you just aren’t trying hard enough,” you retort quickly, finally turning around to face him head on, a teasing smirk appearing on your face, “what would you know about pleasing me?”

“i think we both know what i know about pleasing you,” he offers his hand out, “c’mon let me show you a good time.” you hesitate, seeing the spark in his eyes and he puts his hand out further, urging you to take it. you close your eyes swiftly, taking a deep breath before letting him drag you into the crowd of people.

geto hand remains a reassuring hold as he drags you through the sea of intoxicated dancers. he pulls you into him, his dick already bricked up as brings it to your ass, your turn your head and raise your eyebrow, and he flashes a smile in return his hands sliding down to hold your hips as he starts to gyrate against you. you quickly match his pace, throwing back your ass, your hips swaying in time with geto and the music.

he places his hand at the small of your back, forcing you to bend slightly, as he widens his stance and forces his body into your further. your mouth parts, at the contact, and you smile at the feeling — geto suguru actually has rhythm. he’s quick to pull you up, peppering light kisses against your face as he grinds into you.

his arm hooks around your neck in a gentle but firm hold, as he bends down to your ear, his lips whispering words only meant for you, as he continues to rub his clothed dick in the crook of your ass. geto manoeuvres his hands up and down your body, his fingers teasingly toying with your tits, as he explores all you, right on the dance floor.

you could feel the heat between your legs grow, so you pull away from geto turning around to face him, his hands coming down to hold you close to him as if he was afraid you'd run away. “not bad huh?” he asks, knowing that you feel the exact same as he does, you both didn’t even notice all the eyes on you, as the crowd of partygoers just witnessed you almost fuck on the dance floor.

before you could even respond, you could feel the wind being knocked out of you as a broad chest collides right into you. geto keeps you upright, so you don’t fall on your ass and places you behind him as he steps to the person responsible for almost knocking you over. 

as the fog of the moment clears, you see the cause of the commotion—gojo satoru, geto's best friend, is in a blissful state of drunkenness, a wide grin plastered across his face.

"heeeeyy, suguru," gojo greets loudly, his bleary eyes darting between the two of you. "is this you, yeah?" his words slur slightly, but it's clear he's trying to figure out the situation. geto doesn't respond verbally, but the subtle smirk on his face and the bashful look on yours speak volumes. "you know what we could do to make this night greater," gojo announces with an exaggerated flourish.

geto sighs, on a usual day he’s all up for entertaining his friend but tonight all he wants to do is entertain you. “what is it satoru?”

“shots!” he cheers, looking around the room to be completely ignored, in too much of a drunken state to even notice, “c’mon sugu, you love shots, you can even bring this pretty little thing you’ve got with you.” he finishes, gojo’s eyes linger on you a little too long as he sizes you up, his bottom lip pulling into his teeth and all you could do is raise your eyebrows up at him, puzzled.

“bro,” geto commands, and gojo’s eyes snap to his friends as he raises his hand in mock surrender, “just take us to the fucking shots.” the subtle tension between the two guys didn't go unnoticed by you, but you brush it off, chalking it up to frat boys being frat boys. 

it was soon forgotten anyways, with you sprawled across a table of the frat house, drunken partygoers jeering at you as your shirt is half pulled up just stopping at your breast and gojo is cheering as he’s sprinkles salt on you and lines your stomach with shots.

“care to do the honours,” gojo taunts geto as he finishes pouring the final shot. geto sends a glare his way ignoring him as he makes his way over to you, giving you a long stripe of his tongue down your stomach, before quickly downing all the shots on your stomach, his eyes stuck on you. gojo offers him a lime, which he snatches straight out of his hands. gojo tuts, shaking his head, “someones touchy.” and just to add fuel to the fire, gojo has his own lick at your stomach, more slower and sensual then geto’s was, and he pours himself a shot, giving you a wink as he drinks it.

“what the fuck man?” geto interrogates, stepping to his friend, slightly wobbling as the shots he just backed in swift succession, hit him quickly.

“what’s wrong suguru?” gojo teases with a playful grin, he wasn’t dumb he knew who you were before he even saw you, geto talks about you all the time. so when gojo finally saw you with him, with geto still downplaying how he hard he actually fucks with you, he couldn’t help but fuck with his friend a bit, “you jealous?”

“don’t even start with me ‘toru,” geto warns, and you begin to sit up with an eye roll, you couldn’t deny you were a bit tipsy, but no amount of alcohol could make you bear to see this lame exchange of fray boy bravado. 

“oh whats your issue man,” gojo brushes him off, going to pour himself another drink, but geto is hot on his tails. “bro we literally always share the hot freshmen, what makes her any different.”

“because she just is,” geto snaps, in an attempt of a hush tone but you hear him loud and clear.

“i think i’m going to go,” you say out loud, and geto hears you pausing, slightly panicked. forgetting all about gojo his focus back onto you.

“no no, you don’t have to leave, we were having a good time right?” he stammers, rushing to persuade you stay. you couldn’t deny that you were having a good time, geto suguru is actually fun to be around, and the way he was staring at you, begging for you just stay with him, hits you right in your core. he pulls you close to him as he murmurs to you, “i know you felt what i felt when we were dancing, just give me a chance and like i said earlier i could really show you a good time. if you let me.”

geto just wanted to get you alone, he could see that the heavy noise of the club was clearly not your vibe, but he couldn’t let you leave just yet. he offers out his hand just like he did at the start of the party, but this time you didn’t hesitate to take it. letting him cart you off upstairs as you both ignore that wolf whistles coming from gojo, “you better get some suguru, go and get some for the both of us!”

when you get up into geto’s room, you try to disregard the slew of people strung out in different rooms across the house. but geto was confident, he had no reason not to be with you in his arms, wanting him just as badly as he wants you.

“c’mere,” he beckons you, as he sits down, patting down his thigh. you happily skip over to him, perching yourself right on his thigh, your arms hooking around his neck, your hands clasping together, locking him in. you face inches closer to his, your lips part ready to taste him but he halts you, smirking as he says “you're cute, y’know that right?”

“how so?” you ask, entertaining him with an eye roll.

“you always sit in class with me, trying to act all bothered by my presence,” he comments, “but turns out all it takes is for you to come to one of my parties, and for you to dance with me, to get you cumming in my lap… literally.”

“are we gonna fuck?” you say bluntly, catching him off guard, “or are you gonna continue to talk nonsense.” even though he wasn’t talking nonsense, he was right, tonight really did change your perspective on geto. but you weren’t dumb he was the president of the frat, and his best friend gojo’s comments earlier only further cemented the type of people frat guys are.

you press your lips against his before he has a chance to respond, your tongue darting in his mouth as he moulds into you. one of his hands works its way down your body whilst the other stays caressing your face. you groan against him, driving yourself against his thigh, your clothed cunt, already dripping just from the friction alone. 

“you getting off on my thigh yeah?” he teases between kisses, and you nod, desperately pushing yourself into him. he hikes you up further, his lips still moving in tandem with yours, and he spreads you into lap so you could properly straddle him. you both had quick movements, both of you are needy and wanting of the other. geto’s hands slide down your back and keep your ass in a firm hold as you begin to rock against him.

geto pulls away from you, his lips already plump from the way you’ve been gnawing at them. you pout at the removal but he laughs, “patience, princess.” but you ignore him your hands darting into his pants, ready to free his dick and land it, but he places his hand on your wrist, his eyebrows raising in warning, “what did i just say?”

“to take out your dick and sit on it right?” you shrug coyly, chuckling at your joke, and he smiles, but the warning in his eyes doesn’t leave.

“strip,” he commands, the single word having you folding like a chair, as you fling off your clothes leaving you in your underwear. he pulls you by the waistband of you panties, ripping them off you in one swift motion, biting his lip as he’s met with your wet pussy. “she’s so pretty,” he comments, flicking at your clit and as he slides his finger down your slit, just about to enter he pauses, putting his finger in his mouth instead of in you. he swirls it around his tongue, “sweet.”

“suguru,” you whine, at his teasing, “this isn’t funny.”

“play with yourself,” he says, disregarding whatever you were saying.

“what happened to you giving me a good time,” you argue.

“c’mon show me how bad you want it,” he persuades with a grin, leaning back, waiting for you to put on a show for him, “i’ll make it worth your while.”

despite everything, you could just never tell geto, no. it’s the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, how he carries himself. with how he is just leaning back in his bed, his eyes low in anticipation as he waits for you to pleasure yourself for him, exciting you to do whatever he wants.

your hand works its way down to your pussy, your thumb landing on your clit rubbing against it as your finger part your sobbing cunt, letting geto see how wet you really are for him. “f-fuck,” you moan out, as you push your fingers inside of you, your eyes clenching shut at the contact.

“oi,” geto calls out to you, your eyes opening and landing on him, “keep your eyes on me. okay?” and you nod, as you quicken your pace, watching as geto palms his dick at your performance.

“this is boring,” you complain as you continue to rub at your pussy, trying your best to reach your climax on your own, “need your fingers, need your di—”

“keep going,” he orders, smirking, he could tell by the way your stance weakens and your legs tremble, that you were close. you were predictable and even though you were hungry for his dick, he knew you’d be able to cum with just your fingers and his eyes on you. call him cocky, but the influence he had over you was unmatched.

you roll your eyes at him, but you listen, continuing to finger yourself as he told you. your mouth parts, and you exhale feeling yourself about to cum, you push your digits in you harder, and your eyes stay fixated on geto and he shrugs his shoulders letting you do as you please—for once. you moan loudly as you cum all over your fingers, releasing hard as you spill out all down your thighs.

“see wasn’t so hard was it?” he taunts, pulling out his dick that has been hard from the moment he saw you at the party. he gives it a few strokes, pre cum oozing from the tip and you hungrily pounce on him, your pussy still dripping with your cum as you hover over his dick. you pause before sliding down on him, hissing at the feeling of you stretching you wide. “fuck man,” he groans out as he feels you clench over him, “your shit’s so tight.”

you bounce up and down on him, as he thrusts up into you, his hips hitting yours in a hard flurry of repeated connections. you press your hands flat on his chest, as his hands stay cupping your ass, keeping you upright as he drills into you.

his pace is unmatched, as you try and keep up, grinding your pussy down on him, desperate to have him stuff you up even more. “sugu ‘ts too much, f-fuck you’re relentless.”

“c-cant help it,” he stammers, still maintaining his merciless strokes, his dick twitching inside of you, “your pussy is just too good, or should i say my pussy,” he finishes with a wink. 

“y-your pussy?” you retort, laughing at his seriousness.

“yeah it’s mine right?” he interrogates, sending a slap to your ass to prompt further confirmation, “tell me it’s mine.” you don’t respond, a teasing smile spreading across your face, as you stare down at him, still riding his dick. but geto pauses, halting your movements and he slightly eases you up off of his dick, “what was that?” he prompts.

“it’s yours,” you give in quickly, not even bothering to entertain it any further with how needy you are to cum, “of course it's yours.” satisfied, geto charges his dick back into you with no warning, and you immediately go back to pushing your ass down on him, spreading your legs wider to straddle him more, taking him in deeper.

“t-that’s all i needed to hear,” he stutters, feeling himself about to cum, so he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before easing you off of him, cumming all over your stomach. you're quick to follow, your cum spraying his sheets, as you slump over him, dripping down on his body. “i made sure to not cum in you this time, i know how angsty you get over that shi.”

“oh how gentlemanly of you,” you deadpan, “all gives love a stomach covered in salt and semen.”

“well what would you prefer? your pussy filled with my cum,” he taunts, smirking as you still, “i know i would.” you didn’t answer pulling your sticky body away from his, as you come down off of your high.

“are you gonna stay the night?” geto asks with a grin it was like clockwork, everytime you finish fucking he’d always ask the same question, never getting bored when you mutter the same tired words.

“you know i don’t sleep in frat houses suguru.”

he shrugs casually, propping himself up on his elbows and admiring your naked figure. "you fuck in them though," he remarks, as if that justified everything, "so what's the difference?"

rolling your eyes, as you begin to do the laborious task of trying to locate your underwear—geto always had the habit of throwing them across the room. "the difference is," you pause, looking over your shoulder at him, "I can wake up tomorrow in my own bed, feeling just a little less gross for even fucking you in the first place."

a mock expression of hurt crosses his face as he crawls up behind you on the bed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "oh, how you wound me, princess," he coos, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "just stay."

“no, i shouldn’t” you argue, letting out an exhale as his lips attach to your collarbone, sucking against your skin, pulling and nipping at it with his teeth. 

you try to distract yourself by putting on your bra but geto is quick to fling it off you, his mouth trailing down to your tits peppering kisses all over your nipples, murmuring “stay” between each kiss. 

he takes your boob into his mouth, sucking on its flesh as his other hand toys with the other, massaging your nipples with just enough roughness to have you writhing in his palms. your back arches involuntarily, your tits pushing further into his touch, aching to feel him further, “see,” he smirks as he toys with you, “you do wanna stay.”

“i won’t, if you keep talking” you warn, gritting your teeth as he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “now c’mere, convince me on why i should stay,” you lift his head off your tits with your fingers, eyeing him down as he stares back at you with pure lust in his eyes. you press a kiss to his lips before steering his head down towards your pussy.

“since when do you run things?” he doesn’t budge, his eyebrows slightly raise as he chuckles.

“you’re the one that wants me to stay, no?” you counter, your eyes locked with his.

“well what i want is for you to come sit on my face and my head can stay sandwiched between your thighs, how about that?” his grin widens as your mouth parts, speechless. he tugs you by the arm close to the head of the bed, you climb up his body your pussy still wet from he fucked you before, leaking out your juices all over his chest. “so hop on girl, a man’s gotta eat,” he mutters impatiently, smacking your ass to urge you onto his lips.

he takes you in hungrily, his mouth enclosing on your pussy with such greed that he is practically drowning in your scent. he laps at your cunt, his tongue giving such long, deep strokes which have your hands pressing against the walls, grinding down on his face. 

geto grips and claws at your ass, he grins, his nose burying into your pussy as your thighs clench tighter around his head. “s-sshit suguru,” your hands slap against the wall as you squeal out, trying to grasp at something to keep you afloat, as the way geto is working your pussy and how his fingers dig into your ass cheeks, has you buckling over about to topple off of him. 

he hums against your pussy, the vibrations jolting right through you, having you moan even louder. his tongue darts against your clit, swirling at it vigorously, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. 

“sugu i—” you pant, trying to ease off of him, the pleasure getting too much for you, but his hands stroke both your thighs keeping them in place. “bout to cum sugu.”

you could hear him mumble something, you didn’t care what, but the two taps he gave to your thigh let you know you could release all over him. you cry out as you cum, feeling yourself spill out all over his face. geto continues to eat you up, drinking in everything he can take, his chin getting covered by what he couldn’t swallow.

 “you are way too good at that.” you gasp as you slowly come up off his face, your breathing still laboured.

“only the best for you princess,” he jests with his eyes half open, a blissful smile on his lips as his tongue swipes at the remains of you left on his face.

“yeah me and all the other freshmen you fuck,” you mutter, to yourself but he heard you loud and clear.

“what was that?” he urges, wanting you to repeat your claims. before you started fucking geto, you knew he was and what he was about and technically you didn’t care, you only wanted him for his mouth game—which proved to be very useful. but when he tries to sweet talk you you couldn’t help but be reminded of what kind of guy he is.

“i think you heard me,” you shrug, “i’m saying it to insult you or anything, i'm just telling the truth. you like to fuck everbody and everything.”

“wait? is this why you won’t stay the night?” he says, sitting up, staring you down. 

“you must be only a pretty face, if you thought otherwise,” you laugh at his shock.

“no it’s just i think its crazy that you just won’t stay,” he complains, glaring at you as you put back on your clothes, “we could get to know each other properly.”

“like we agreed when we first started messing around,” you cringe, pitying the pouty look on his face. “let’s just… keep this casual”

“but that was ages ago,” he tries to reason, “some may say you’re just using me for sex.”

“suguru we use each other for sex,” you respond quickly, you step towards him pressing a peck on his pouty lips, with a smirk on your face as you see his lips chasing yours as you pull away, “well i'm gonna go now, i’m sure i’ll see you at one of your many lame parties you and your people always throw. it’s been fun as always” geto raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement, blowing out a hard breath, as he watches you strut out of his bedroom.

“she’ll stay the night eventually.” he murmurs to himself, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but a guy can dream.

AN: she’s only gone and done it. but yeah how was it guys 🥺? There’s only two lines in this whole fic that I actually thought “damn I cooked here” if you guess the lines you win a reward. ALSO IDK WHY I WAS DROPPING HINTS AT SOME GOJO ON SOME MR STEAL UR GIRL TYPE SHIT but I just went with it. But geto is sooo sweet HE JUST WANTS U TO STAY and you don’t even fuckinnn stay 😭😭 looool aren’t u mean. Technically I wrote the fic backwards it was meant to start with the “r u gonna stay the night” AND then gojo and geto would have a a conversation about you AND the it would end w the party and u tucking but I wanted to keep if one continuous flow and ANYWAYS this an is becoming a diary entry so LMK UR THOUGHTS PLEASE CAUSE THIS HAD ME STRETCHED

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.

Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?

Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you, the way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he kisses your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.

And that same sweet innocent guy would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he looks at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up as your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.

"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back as he feels you coating his cock with your cum and dripping all over him.

"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls it out of you, being sooo careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cum out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(

Choso, Izuku, Armin, Toge, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki.

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE ONESHOT- We Aren’t Over

VOTERS RESULT FROM MY POLL<3 XOXO ENJOY

Info: FWB gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off.

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, PIV, FWB, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Begging, Teasing, Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Good Sex

"You look so fucking sexy..."

large hands belonging to an admittedly handsome Ravenclaw student that you failed to acquire the name of gripped your hips; firmly pulling you against his tall body as his lips grazed your ear, hot whiskey breath washing over you, intoxicating you even further than you already were.

One hand slid around to your ass, gripping a palmful of the plump flesh over the fabric of your Slytherin uniform skirt. Your breath hitched in your throat as he nipped your earlobe, teeth tugging gently on your emerald earring, his voice a low reverberation down your spine.

"I'd love to rip that awful fucking uniform off of you and get a taste of what you're hiding under there..."

Your cheeks burned, warmth flooding you as you chewed on your lip, bringing your mouth toward his own ear now as the two of you could hardly hear yourselves think amidst the blaring music coming from the speakers in the out-of-control Friday night Slytherin party, green flashing lights blurring your vision further than the alcohol was as you squinted to try and get a better glimpse of his face.

In your intoxicated state, you couldn't recognize this guy for the life of you. The only thing that gave away his Ravenclaw status was his uniform.

"I'd be careful with your next words there, little Raven," you purred, your unsteady fingers finding his shoulders. "I promise you, you'll regret coming into my house and disrespecting my emblem like that..."

Gods, you were fucking hammered, but since you and your friends-with-benefits had called things off last weekend; you'd been desperate to find someone new to hopefully satisfy you just as well as he did--but admittedly, your hopes were low.

Not many boys knew your body like the back of their hand, or knew exactly how to drive you sexually insane, the way Mattheo fucking Riddle did.

"Is that so?" His grip on your body tightened, a deep groan leaving his throat as he pressed his lips to your jaw. "I'm not quite sure a poor little serpent like you is any match for a big bad raven like me..."

"You'd be surprised," you retorted, slowly threading your fingers through his thick brown hair. "It's been proven that even the most intelligent birds couldn't elude the cunning serpent's snare..." you tilted your head, smirking. "But go on, underestimate me...that'll be fun."

His eyes widened, the darkness inside his pupils boring into you, drowning you in their endless voids. Your stomach twisted as your sight locked in with his, and you took a moment to analyze his features a little better. Gods, he looked so fucking much like Mattheo.

Why was it that you could never seem to get that fucking guy out of your head?

You were convinced that you were going to die one day with his gorgeous fucking face still haunting you--those dark penetrating eyes, that devilish, seductive smirk--that messy mop of chocolate curls that sat effortlessly adorable over his forehead. Fuck, you hated him.

You hated him for fucking you so good you couldn't stop fucking thinking about him; even after the endless bickering and arguing the two of you had been going through over the last few weeks, causing a consensual end to your hookups--you hated him for occupying your mind even while you were pressed up against an undeniably sexy new guy, who clearly had a deep interest in you, who clearly wanted to fuck you until your legs gave out.

You should be happy right now, you should be overly fucking ecstatic, practically brimming with relief as the Ravenclaw guy leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and capturing your mouth in a sloppy, intoxicated kiss; his tongue slipping past your teeth as his hands gripped your ass with enough force to bruise--you should be completely fucking overjoyed as your lids fluttered shut, your mouths working over the others with a little too much desperation as you stood in the middle of the crowded common room, fervent fingers gripping onto each other as though your lives depended on it.

You should be happy, but you're not.

When you broke the kiss, the Ravenclaws brows furrowed, but before he had a chance to ask you to his dorm, and in a hopeful attempt at subtly saving yourself, you brought your lips toward his ear, trying to sound as sexy and inconspicuous as possible. "Why don't you get us some drinks?"

When he smirked, nodding in agreement, he graced your ass with one last squeeze before he spun around, making his way across the room and heading toward the bar station. You watched him as he went, and as soon as he had disappeared within the sea of inebriated bodies; you let out a long, exasperated breath; spinning on your heel to quickly make your way to the bathroom and away from that spot before he returned.

Sure, you felt bad for ditching him like that, but he was just as drunk as you were. He'd forget you even existed by the morning.

As you shoved your way through the endless amounts of drunk, sweaty bodies, you'd almost successfully broke through the crowd when a strong, firm grip wrapped around your wrist; hot breath washing over your neck as a tall body pressed against your backside--a height so towering and presence so intoxicating you already knew, without hearing his voice or seeing his face, that it could only be one fucking man.

"Where you headed, princess?" Mattheo's deep, husky drawl rolled through your eardrums like honey; a slow, thick, and admittedly fucking seductive pitch. "You're not really going to ditch that poor bastard after getting him going like that, are you?"

You turned your head, trying to glimpse him over your shoulder, fighting to hide your smirk. "I don't see how that's any of your business, Riddle."

"Ouch...one week without my cock and we're already back to second name basis, huh?" His grip tightened, his body heat enveloping you, his plush lips pressed tight against your ear. "I'm just surprised...you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"Stalking me, are you?" You scoffed, trying to pry your wrist from his hold but he tightened his grip even further, other hand snaking around to your hip. "Is the big heartless Riddle boy jealous?"

He chuckled, and you could almost see the smirk on his lips. The feeling of his chest rumbling against your back did inexplicable things to your cunt. Gods, you hated how you were already fucking melting for him and you haven't even taken one single look at his face.

"Were you thinking about me?" He purred, teeth nipping at your ear, the arrogance in his tone igniting flames in your veins. "When his tongue was halfway down your fucking throat, were you wishing it was mine?"

"Give me a break, Mattheo." Your head was spinning, oxygen evaporating; but you knew you needed to play it off. "Don't fucking flatter yourself."

"You know you love the things I fucking did to you..." by this point his voice was a low growl, his tone so deep and dark in your ear it sent shudders skittering down your spine. "You know you'll search for me in every single sad sack you try to distract yourself with."

Heat flashed your face, his fingers digging into your hip with enough force to bruise. "Jealous of a Ravenclaw...must be a tough pill to swallow for the Slytherin prince-"

When his teeth sunk into your earlobe with enough force to basically tell you to shut up without actually saying it, you yelped--eyes fluttering shut as he tugged you back against him with added force.

"Keep talking, princess, and I won't hesitate to walk over there and rearrange his fucking face..." he spat the words through barred teeth, your bones shaking with the deep vibration. "Do you even know his name? Huh? Do you even know who the fuck he is?"

Gods, you were cursing yourself. As if you were about to fold for this man after he'd basically told you to fuck off and leave him alone no less than a week ago. Your brain knew, above all else, that what you were about to do was completely fucking wrong--but your cunt paid no mind to your brains protests. Your cunt wanted Mattheo Riddle.

"No, Matty, I don't..." you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access to you neck. "Lots of night left, though...I'm sure I'll be quite familiar with it when I'm screaming-"

He sunk his teeth into your neck now, forcing a sharp squeal from your lips--another commanding gesture to silently warn you that if you kept talking, he was going to fucking lose it. Part of you hoped he would.

"What have I told you about saying my fucking name like that, princess..." he growled, licking a flat strip up the side of your throat. Fuck, you loved that tongue. That skilled, tentative fucking tongue. "And if you keep talking like that, the only thing you'll be screaming is for me to stop when I'm beating his fucking face into the floor..."

His words made you fucking shudder, a full body tremor against his built chest, entirely unable to control yourself now. The need between your thighs was becoming more insistent by the second, and at this point--you were at a complete loss for words; your lips involuntarily uttering the one word you knew you'd never forget how to say, regardless of how speechless you were.

His name. "Mattheo..."

"There she is..." he murmured, the praise in his tone making your breath hitch in your lungs. "Aren't you glad you met me? I know you got me stuck inside your memory..."

Long fingers slipped under the fabric of your shirt, grazing over your stomach. Bodies were everywhere, drunk students around you paying absolutely no mind to the intoxicated sins the two of you were about to commit.

"No," you uttered, so quiet you weren't even sure if he'd heard it. "I want you out of my fucking head..."

He purred in satisfaction, revelling in the fact you'd finally admitted to missing him. "Should've listened to me, princess...told you I was bad for you..."

More heat swarmed you, your thighs screaming; begging in need. "We can't keep doing this...it's so wrong, Matty..."

"But it feels so right, doesn't it?" His hand around your wrist snuck down to your hip, his other pressed against your stomach; pulling you tighter against his crotch--your breath evaporated when you felt his aggressive bulge against your ass. "Feel that, princess? That's what you fucking do to me..."

He pressed his lips to your pulse, teeth softly grazing over it, and you mewled; head falling back against his shoulder, body melting into his own--surrendering yourself to his intoxicating dominance just as you've done time and time before.

"I hate myself for letting you do this to me..." you breathed, head rolling to the side as his teeth worked purple possession marks into your skin. "I'm so stupid for you..."

"That's it, admit it, baby...admit that you missed this..." his grip tightened, tone thickened with lust. "You're my little devil, you know I'd sin for you..."

At his words, your entire body ignited into pure fucking flame, magma replacing the blood that flowed through your veins; threatening to melt your uniform and leaving you in nothing more than a pile of ash at his feet. You were done talking, you needed his fucking cock.

"Are we gonna quit the talking and do something about it then, hm?" You purred, tilting your head back to meet his eyes for the first time; your head spinning as you drowned in the dark hurricane of their desire. "Show me how you'd sin for me, Matty..."

"I'll show you, baby, I'll fucking show you..." he said, wetting his lips as he held your stare. "Your dorm or mine?"

Music to your fucking ears. "Yours."

Without another word, Mattheo gripped your wrist, his hold like a snake, slithering around you gently at first; slowly increasing its pressure until he'd cut the blood flow, threatening suffocation of your lungs and leaving you with only hungry, primal desire--eradicating all thoughts of just how horrible of an idea you knew this was. He dragged you out of the common room and toward his dorm, not sparing you a single glance as he ripped open the door and pulled you inside; slamming your back up against it as it closed, one hand snaking toward the lock and clicking it tight into place.

When he paused, two hands finding residence against the wood on either side of your head; not moving, only staring, it was as though the rest of the world faded away--and all that was left was the cunning, messy brown haired boy in front of you. His presence filled the room, suffocating you, stopping your heart mid-beat. He loomed over you, toes centimeters from your own, chest so close that you both would touch with a deep enough breath.

You scanned his body, heart pounding, palms sweating from the impending reality of your desire, and he smirked, leaning closer.

"I don't think I can allow another man to lay a fucking finger on you ever again..." he whispered. "I don't think that perfect fucking pussy can belong to anyone fucking else."

"Since when did it belong to you, Matty?" You shuddered, deciding to test him a bit. "I thought we were just casual-"

"You think anyone else could fuck you stupid like I do?" You could practically feel his fingernails digging into the wood beside your head, the anger building in his eyes. "How about your exes? How'd they fuck you, huh?"

Your throat tightened. "Mattheo-"

"Say it." He growled, leaning closer--so close your noses brushed. "You want me to make you fucking cum, princess? Say that little pussy is mine."

Gods, curse your fucking insatiable need to get fucked. At this point, you were fully cognizant of the fact that this man could make you say damned-near anything if it meant he'd get inside you. Swallowing your ego, you met his stare--as intense as it had ever felt--and licked your lips.

"It's yours, Matty..." you murmured. "It's all yours."

Mattheo Riddle smirked. "That's fucking right."

Unable to decide between indignant and patronized, you eschewed both, and instead opted to hook your fingers into his belt, pulling yourself into him while you boosted yourself on your tiptoes to meet his lips with your own. Your kiss was hungry and demanding as you sought to memorize his mouth with your tongue. Mattheo's large hands cupped your face, fingers delving into your hair while he pressed into you, forcing you back tighter against the door.

You groaned against his lips, writhing underneath him while you slid your tongue along his teeth, seeking to know every part of him, needing him to want you--to fucking need you like you needed him. Mattheo drew in a breath through his nose and pushed deeper, like he wanted to fuse you with the door, and your hands shot into his hair, a shiver running through you as you felt how soft, how luxurious it was between your fingers.

Another soft groan rumbled in your chest, and--having distant, fuzzy deja vu of the countless encounters prior--you wrapped the curly tendrils of his hair around your fingers and yanked it.

At that, a deep moan left his throat, and he pulled back, waves of harsh breath crashing over him. His blackened eyes darted across your face, switching between your lips and eyes. "Fucking naughty little thing..." he huffed, smirking.

"For you, always," you murmured, and he groaned, wetting his lips as he leaned closer.

"Fuck-that's right...I love it when you're bad...you only act this way for me, huh?" His voice was a low purr, warm breath crashing your face. "That why you didn't fuck him? That why you ran?"

Chewing your lip, you nodded, and tugged his hair again, bringing him to your mouth once more.

He smirked against you and his hands fell to your hips, roaming the swell of your curves before gripping the underside of your thighs and hiking you onto the door. Immediately, the aching length in his pants ground into your center while his tongue fought its way into your mouth. Without you having to think, your legs circled him, and your hips were grinding back, pursuing any friction and heat you could find.

You peeled away to catch a breath, hands resting in his hair, and his lips went to work on your neck, suckling and nibbling the skin there.

"Matty...please..." you murmured, already begging for something, anything. "I need you."

Snuffing a groan, Mattheos grip bruised your hips as he bucked into you, grinding you against the door.

"You want me to fuck you, slut?" he said, breath hot on your neck. "Didn't get enough of my cock last time?"

"No-fuck-I didn't," you mewled, a slight embarrassment washing over you. "It's never enough."

Mattheo growled, his grip hardening to iron, and he licked a warm, wet line along your pulse. "That's right...that's what I like to hear..."

Sinking his teeth into your neck, he pushed off the door, walking over toward his bed as he held you against his chest. You watched the door get further and further away, lust building and growing in your chest as he nipped your jawline before grazing his lips over yours again, softly and briefly as he reached the edge of his mattress and laid you back against it.

When you hit the bed, he kept his mouth on yours while his hands left your waist; fervent fingers finding the fabric of your button up blouse and untucking it from your skirt, cold hands slipping underneath and groping your tits through your bra--a deep groan leaving his chest as you bucked your hips up against his crotch; wanting him closer, needing him closer.

His hands slid back down, finding the hem of your skirt and flipping it up your stomach, wasting zero fucking time before he hooked his thumbs around the band of your thong and peeled them down your thighs. The minute you were exposed, you heard the clatter of his belt buckle hitting the floor, and your pussy throbbed.

"Matty..."

Mattheo chuckled, the weight of his stare resting on your naked pussy; wallowing in your clear desperation for him.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So fucking wet." He released a long breath--he was testing his own patience, now. "This perfect body can't help but to crave me..."

You groaned as he teased your inner thigh with one hand, the other working to peel his shirt off his torso in one swift movement--exposing his hard, firm fucking abs and leaving him looming before you in just black briefs--looking as delicious and sexy as you've ever goddamn seen him.

As his long fingers ghosted over your folds, you arched, groaning when he brushed past it toward the inside of your other thigh; squirming in slight frustration, admittedly the teasing was absolutely getting to you now.

"Mattheo, I swear to-"

A firm, sharp smack to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh stopped the words in your throat; your stomach twisted as you watched Mattheo's eyes darken and lips curl sadistically.

"Is that how I taught you to ask for what you want?" He sneered, wetting his lips as he met your pleading eyes. "You know what I want to hear, princess."

You winced, swallowing your pride furthermore, until it was eroding in your stomach acid. "Please, Matty...please make me cum..."

His lips parted. "Good girl.”

His hum of approval was followed by the warm kiss of his fingertips along the sensitive lips of your pussy, feathersoft at first, and then one thick finger slipped between your folds, gliding between them, slicking itself with your wetness and grazing the swollen nub of your clit. That did it--blinded with relief, you cracked, moaning deep in your chest. Blood flushed your face, tingling your cheeks.

"You like that?" He brushed the bundle of nerves again, earning another shuddered groan. "You like the way I touch you? The way that pretty pussy responds to me?"

"Yes...Gods, yes..." you replied, the sentence coming without thought.

"That's right..." his free hand wrapped around the back of your thigh, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed, fingers swirling around your clit in tight circles, and you gasped, your mouth dropping in bliss, your rapid panting filling the steamy air.

"Fuck you're so sexy, my dirty little whore in her short little uniform skirt..." a stifled groan cut through his throat, and you shot a glance at him; one hand rubbing his strained erection through his boxers. "It took everything I had not to bend you over the fucking desk in class all week...fuck you know how to test me..."

You cried out, your pussy clenching, craving to be filled by him. "Matty, fuck-please..."

"Please what?" He growled.

Gods, curse him--curse him to bloody hell. You couldn't fucking handle this anymore. You knew he was punishing you, making you fucking beg and shatter and cry for it after what you'd done; and the way his fingers stroked your clit had you spasming, jerking--so close to cumming, you just wanted him inside you.

"Please." You banished all pride and ego and fucking common sense to the perimeter of your mind. Asylum. Just this once. "Please, fuck me...please."

"Tell me I'm the only one." He hissed, slipping a finger inside your wet, throbbing core; your back arching off the mattress as his thumb increased its pace on your clit. "Tell me you'll never let another man put his fucking hands on what's mine."

A cyclone was roaring in your brain, tearing apart coherent trains of thought with primitive, physical clamoring. Your response was pieced together by the efforts of your need for release alone.

"Fuck-no, never, Matty...I'm yours...all fucking yours..."

He was staring at you, face blank, surveying you while you twitched and jerked underneath his ministrations. His focus switched between your pussy--desperately throbbing and melting against his touch--and your red, sweating face, jaw slack from your haze of pleasure. You chewed your lip--it was bruised by now, certainly--clenching hard, and he groaned, pulling his boxers down to let his thick, needy cock spring free.

"Cum for me, slut." He ordered. "Cum for me right fucking now."

As if controlled by a remote in his hands, a tidal wave of euphoria slammed into you, walls pulsing, body wracked with the convulsions of an aggressively pent up orgasm, vision whiting out as you threw your head back, a loud string of unintelligible curses flying from you. Mattheo hummed, hand working you to the end of your orgasm as his free one slowly stroked his cock, watching every tiny ministration of your face with an exasperated expression until he was certain you were past it.

And when he was, he wasted no fucking time before he gripped your ankles in his hands, staring down at you as he began to rock his hips; his hard, throbbing dick sliding between your slit.

"Tell me you want it," he purred. "Beg for it."

You groaned. "Please, I want it Matty…I want you so fucking bad."

With a goddamn suffocatingly arrogant and devilish grin, he braced himself as he sunk into your pussy; your wet walls swallowing his cock with ease as you let loose a long, satisfied moan--Mattheo sucked a breath in through his bared teeth as sheathed himself all the way inside your cunt, pausing there to feel you clench and adjust around him.

"So fuckin' tight..." he groaned, head bowing. "Fuck you feel so good around me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers finding Mattheo's hands until he gathered both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with just one of his, leaning over you to fuck you deep and hard as his free hand snuck down to your clit. Throttled cries of pleasure were leaking from you, your conscious slipping from reality as he pummelled your pussy like you deserved the pain.

"Fuck, yes," you practically screamed. "You fuck me so good Matty...so deep, fuck-" 

A deep snarl roared from Mattheo's chest, his grip on your wrists tightening while he fucked you deeper, harder, your body rocking from the power of his thrusts. You could feel his ragged breath on your face, knew without seeing him that he was above you, lips parted, pupils blown.

"Look at me," he growled. "Let me see those eyes as you fucking cum for me."

Groaning, you obeyed, lids fluttering open to meet his gaze. Mattheo was possessed, looking past you, through you, panting with every snap of his hips. You lost yourself in his stare, the rest of the room falling away, and his fingers moved faster over your clit, bringing you to that precipice once more. Little choked moans left you while your jaw hung slack, his cock pounding into you--then his fingers hit just the right spot, and the massive, asphyxiating pressure inside of you imploded. Mattheo watched you, not even blinking once.

You thought you kept your eyes open, but you weren't sure, because you whited out, spasming and convulsing as your orgasm wracked your every cell, your every nerve, taking you to a height you'd never been to, never thought existed. Distantly, you were aware of your cunt drawing out Mattheo's climax as he cursed and dug his teeth into your shoulder, fucking you harder as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You hadn't realized what had happened until your spirit returned to your body and you felt the burn of hot, wet tears streaming down your cheeks--evidence of your relief--followed by Mattheo collapsing on top of you, cock buried still inside your pussy, and both of you drank in lungfuls of air, starved for it, your brains fuzzy with the static of euphoria. You both laid there for a moment, rapt in the descent back to reality, until he pushed himself up and pulled out, holding you firmly in his stare again.

As he began to piece his clothes back together, you gathered your composure, pulling yourself up and off his bed, fixing yourself back to some form of decency. As you swallowed, watching Mattheo latch up his belt, he met your eyes again; the dark lust slowly fading, being replaced by an unspoken emotion you couldn't attempt to name.

"This isn't over." He breathed, moving back toward you. "We aren't over."

When your lungs hitched, you nodded, admitting to yourself that you already fucking knew you couldn't live without that. Without him.

"No," you whispered. "We aren't."

[harrysbelovedd]

espresso [rafe cameron]

“oh he looks so cute, wrapped round my finger..” ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

pairing - rafe cameron x reader

summary - rafe doesn’t do relationships, cuddling, kisses, and sweetness. strictly no commitment hookups had sufficed. that was until he met the girl at the coffee shop.

warnings - nothing rlly, just super sweet whipped rafe

Rafe was heartless. Cold. Rough. Any situation he had with girls was nothing more than that—a situation, a fling. He had absolutely zero desire to be in anything committed.

To his friends, his sisters, his family, and his hookups—he was a mean, heartless monster. (Only tolerating Wheezie, of course.)

And he liked it that way.

No one expected anything from him, no one bored him with their feelings. It made his life so much easier not being overly concerned about the well-being of others.

But today, when Wheezie dragged Rafe to some fancy coffee shop she’s been wanting to visit, his philosophy flew out the window.

“Yeah, I’ll have the caramel latte with cold foam,” the young girl recites her order. “Oh! And a chocolate croissant.”

“Yeah, for sure!” I smile at her, typing her order into the till. “Anything for you?” I turn my attention to the man next to her, presumably a father or brother—probably brother, he seems younger.

He doesn’t say anything, his gaze remaining intent on my features, like my words flew right past his ears.

“Um.. sir? Did you want anything?”

The girl next him sighs, shoving his shoulder. “Stop staring at her you creep.”

His head shakes, like he was snapped out of a trance. He comes to the situation at hand, pinching the bridge of his nose “I’m sorry, that was probably creepy, my bad,” he chuckles awkwardly. The girl next to him makes a face at him, surprised by his actions.

“It’s okay,” I smile. “I zone out a lot too,” I let out a small giggle, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

He grins, “Yeah, um, I’ll take a macchiato, thanks.”

“Great, and could I get a name for the order?”

“Whe—“

“Rafe,” he interjects. I grin, writing his name down.

He pays for the drinks, smiling at me before going to find a table with the girl.

-

“What was that?” Wheezie questions loudly.

“Shut it, Wheeze. I was zoned out, is all.”

She blows out a puff of air, “Yeah right, me and that barista could practically see the drool falling out of your mouth the second you laid eyes on—“

I kick Wheezie’s leg under the table when that same pretty barista comes by with our drinks.

“One caramel latte with cold foam and a chocolate croissant,” She smiles sweetly, placing the pastry and sugary drink in front of Wheezie. “And one macchiato for Rafe.”

When my name rolls off her tongue, I swear I see stars. She says it with a sweetness I’ve never heard before. Her voice so soft and kind. As she’s placing the drink in front of me, all I can think about it how much I wish I knew her name.

So, I incite a moment for her to tell me. “Thank you…” I pause, trailing off.

“Oh, Y/n!” She says, surprise I asked such a question.

Y/n. So fitting. It’s perfect.

“That’s a pretty name,” for a pretty girl, I wish to say.

She grins, her cheeks flushing a shy pink. “Thanks, if you guys need anything else, let me know!” She informs before wandering off.

Once she’s out of ear shot, Wheezie begins. “Might as well go kiss her over the coffee beans.”

“Oh, shut up, Wheeze.”

one year later

I walk through the doors of Tannyhill like I have so many times before, it’s become a second home.

“Hi, sweetie.” Rose says from the living room where she sips on a glass of wine, reading a book.

“Hi, Rose! Do you know where—“

“He’s in the gym with Topper and Kelce. Beware I hear a lot of groaning and shouting. Too much testosterone for their own good.” She jokes.

I chuckle, shaking my head as I head to the side of the house near the garage where the gym is. The blasting of rap music grows louder the closer I get along with the clanking of weights, and occasional grunts.

I open the door and see Topper and Kelce doing pull ups while Rafe bench presses. Rafe can’t see me due to obviously needing to stay focused.

“Hey, Y/n,” Topper greets, jumping down from the pull up bar.

Before I could ever reply with a greeting, Rafe hooks up the bench press, sitting up quickly. “Y/n?” He smiles, his smile faltering when he turns back toward his friends. “Aye, Kelce, turn that shit down.”

He gets up, walking toward me and pushing me out the door and back into the hallway. He closes the door behind him and his hands find their spot on my waist, a grin taking home on his lips. “Hey baby.”

I smile, my cheeks flushing pink. “Hi.”

“What’re you doing here?” He asks, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles into my skin that’s exposed near the hemline of my shirt.

My hands run up his chest, manicured nails running along the collar of his shirt. “Nothin’… just missed you is all.”

“Yeah?” He questions, that sly smirk on his lips. “You missed me, baby?”

“Yeah, come hang out with me? We can just stay upstairs or we can go to the beach maybe? Or go get lunch, hm?” I coo, my hands now running along his jaw, studying his every feature.

“Whatever you wanna do, my love. Just wanna spend time with you.” He leans in, his lips kissing their favorite spots along my jaw and neck. He pauses for a moment when he hears childish giggles from the other side of the door.

Topper and Kelce walk out, teasing grins on their faces. “I missed you baby,” Topper mocks. “I missed you more, come kiss me and spend time with me, please Y/n. Let me worship the ground you—“

Kelce was cut off by a rough punch to his shoulder. “Ow! Shit, Rafe. Not my fault you’re whipped.”

Topper and Kelce chuckle, walking past us toward the front door. “Try that shit again and you won’t be able to walk out of here!” Rafe threatens.

“Oh cmon, Rafe. They just know you’re wrapped around my finger,” I say loud enough for them to hear.

“Ain’t that the motherfuckin’ truth!” Topper shouts before shutting the front door behind him.

Rafe buries his head in my shoulder, “Baby, you’re just egging them on.”

I chuckle, “Sorry, you’re just so cute all wrapped around my finger.”

He looks back in my eyes, a smile on his lips. “I’m whipped and I’m proud.”

I chuckle, slapping his chest playfully as I drag him upstairs.