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how would rafe be when he’s at kelce’s house hanging out with friends and he brought shy reader with him when it’s late and she’s yawning and starts tugging on his arm whispering in his ear ‘i’m sleepy’ but trying not to interrupt
this was soooo lovely ♡ theyre such cuties
true to form—you're an early sleeper. there's no reason to stay awake so late, not when you're always home and your favorite baking show airs early. it was a habit, one that you had been feeding for years, and now that you were dating rafe, he was feeding into it too.
dates ended early, always coming back to tannyhill with ice cream for dessert before the sun had even finished setting. you rarely went to parties with him, but even when you did, he'd find a way to get you home or a locked room to sleep in while he finished selling.
and though you appreciated it like nothing else, you didn't want your boyfriend to get upset that you could never do anything that he liked. that's why you'd sucked it up today, accompanying rafe to kelce's for a 'hang out'—code for beer, pizza, and every person that the three boys knew.
curled up next to rafe, you drink the apple juice from kelce's fridge. it belongs to his little sister, but beer is disgusting and there's nothing else besides hard liquor. rafe's on his second, but still completely sober, while top is drunk already.
the sun set maybe an hour ago—and you've been yawning ever since. you think for a second, listening to the boys talk, that if you close your eyes, you might not be able to open them again. heavy lids flutter shut as you take in the conversation.
"i took out that girl. the one she introduced me to," kelce says, and though your eyes are closed, you know he just gestured to you.
"how was it?" rafe asks, his grip around your shoulder getting a little tighter. it feels warmer, and you snuggle in, finding sleep increasingly hard to evade.
"she was nice-"
"i had a girl once," topper drunkenly slurs, interrupting.
"shut it, top. yeah, kelce?" rafe asks, and even in your state, you feel yourself smile a little. making sure people finish their sentences after they've been interrupted is a habit you have passed on to rafe.
"it was good. she's a little quiet, but-"
"takes some time to open up," you mumble sleepily against rafe's arm. you don't know if they heard you, but your boyfriend did, leaning in to brush some hair away from your face, pushing it behind your ear. you hear top and kelce talking in the background.
"tired, kid?" he asks, quiet and into your ear. you blink a little, steadying yourself with the arm you'd been leaning on.
"no," you lie. "i'm fine. keep talking."
"late for you, huh?" rafe says, and though you don't want to admit it to him and be a buzzkill, nothing sounds better than going home and sleeping next to him right now—no matter how much you want to make sure kelce asks your friend out on another date.
"just sleepy," you mumble back. "but we don't have to go."
you look up at rafe, and you suddenly feel incredibly awake, when you take in how he's looking down at you—concerned eyes, a soft smile, all his attention on you with two friends and a bunch of people waiting for their turn near him.
"c'mon. grab your stuff." he turns away from you, doing that goodbye handshake thing that boys do with each other to kelce, topper too drunk still and instead getting a hard pat on the back. "we're goin'. see you tomorrow, and make sure no more beer for this one."
rafe takes you home, and though somewhere inside you feel bad for making him leave early, you begin to realize he's not mad about it. with that thought in mind, you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his truck.
he carries you upstairs.
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my aphrodite
words: 900
warnings: 18+ only, smut, established relationship, husband!rafe, pregnant!reader, pregnancy sex but not really pregnancy kink, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, brief mentions of issues with pregnancy (just at the very beginning, its rafes anxiety)
“oh thank god you're home.” you rush up to rafe the second the front door shuts behind him.
“what's wrong?” rafe asks, eyes widening, thoughts immediately shifting to what could possibly be the problem. “is it the baby? are you bleeding?”
rafe reaches for your stomach, looking over your body.
“god, nothing like that.” you shake your head. “the baby is fine im not fine though.” before rafe can interrupt you, you quickly continue. “im so horny, babe. like so fucking horny. my hormones are- god, like im already wet just from seeing you i need you to fuck me.”
“jesus.” rafe presses a hand against his chest, feeling how fast his heart is beating. “yeah, of course, let's go upstairs.”
“too far.” you grasp rafes hand, tugging him into the kitchen. you lean over the counter and flip up the bottom of your maternity dress, showing off your already bare and wet pussy.
“jesus.” rafe says again, this time his tone light as he laughs. “you really are needy.”
“do something. do something, im going crazy.” you plead, arms resting on the countertop.
your head drops to the cold marble as rafe gets down on his knees behind you, pressing his face between the opening of your thighs.
“oh, fuck.” you moan out as rafes mouth meets your pussy, smearing your juices across his chin as he eats you out.
what you can't see is rafe pulling his cock out of his pants, stroking himself to hardness just from your taste on his tongue.
rafe turns his attention to your clit, teasingly running the tip of his tongue around it in wide circles before closing in, pressing kisses to your most sensitive part.
“more.” you beg, and rafe is quick to listen as he sucks your clit into his mouth, both hands coming to hold your thighs now that he's sufficiently hard.
you let out a satisfied moan, glad to finally have rafes attention where youve been craving it all day, but it isn't what you truly want.
“fuck me. need your cock, rafey. need it so bad. want you to put another baby in me.” you whine out, knowing while it may not be possible, you need to be filled with him in every way possible.
rafe stands quickly, scrambling to his feet as he pushes his cock into you, moaning when he sinks into your wetness, soft and open for him as he immediately begins to push his hips forward into you.
“god, finally.” you squeal.
“next time just call me, ill come home from work to fuck you.” rafe laughs, watching the way your hands are gripping the marble, trying to find something to hold but only finding the smooth surface.
“maybe ill just tell the secretary im bringing you in lunch and you can fuck me in your office.” you laugh airly.
“except we both know you can't be quiet.” rafe grunts as he speeds his hips up to keep you satisfied.
“mhm exactly.” you smile, looking back over your shoulder at rafe. “remind everyone in your office that you're mine.”
rafe just nods. he knows no one has forgotten, not when you come in every other day to drop him off lunch, telling him how bored you are when he's not home and how much you desperately miss him.
you keep your head turned as rafe unbuttons his shirt, his hips still pushing forward as he lets the fabric fall from his shoulders, revealing his sculpted torso.
“you're like a damn greek god.” you moan out, finding your husband even more attractive now that you're pregnant with his baby, something you didn't even realize was possible.
“then you're my aphrodite.” rafe bends over your back, pressing a kiss to your lips that you graciously accept.
you let out a whine when he pulls away, only for rafe to quickly maneuver you, flipping you over and picking you up so you're sat on the countertop.
“need to keep kissing you.” rafe says, grabbing his cock and realigning himself with your pussy as his mouth dominates yours.
“god, yes.” you whine, pressing yourself as close to rafe as you can with your pregnant belly, hips at the very edge of the marble slab.
rafe takes over your entire body, pushing into your pussy while his mouth leaves you with no other room to think about anything other than him.
“i love you baby.” rafe moans, barely pulling his mouth away to talk. “you're so beautiful.”
“cum in me.” you whine. “please, need it.”
“yeah, i got you.” rafe grunts, putting all his focus into pressing inside of you, determined to make you cum.
he sighs with relief when he feels you squeeze around him, your pussy clenching as your high hits, entire body shuddering with pleasure as rafe allows the wall to fall as he moans out your name and cums inside of you.
“fuck! baby!” rafe shouts, pushing as deep inside of you as he can, it's not like he needs to worry about getting you pregnant when you're already filled with his baby.
“ah, shit.” you whine, laying back against the countertop, splayed out, maternity dress still pushes up, showing off your belly and dripping pussy as rafe carefully pulls out.
“come on, let's get you in the bath.” rafe scoops you up in his arms, biceps bulging as he carries you up the stairs.
“remember, no hot water.” you hum as rafe sets you down in the chair he dragged into the bathroom just for you, not wanting you to have to stand while doing your makeup or brushing your teeth.
“i know.” rafe laughs softly, having learned everything about pregnancy in order to help you. he leans down over the chair, hands on either arm. “but thanks for the reminder, beautiful.”
you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him back into another kiss. the bath will have to wait.
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✧.* 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵
[ aftercare ] ― he would cuddle you right after and clean you up depending on the mess you two made. I can also imagine him smoking a cigarette next to you If you‘re okay with that and If not he would cuddle you for a while and then stand up to smoke at the window – then coming back for cuddles ofc
[ body part ] ― he is a ass type of man to me. Always has a hand near your booty but also your face ? Like his hands would always stroke your cheeks and he would leave kisses all over it - oh and ofc he LOVES your pussy
[ cum ] ― he‘d go NUTS seeing you covered in it, marking you as his
[ desires ] ― He would go crazy for any kind of sort of begging from you - hearing your whiny voice begging him to do the filthy things to you he loves so much. Teasing him would also he a big turn on for him. Bending over things, accidently brushing your hand over his thigh near his dick
[ experience ] ― HONESTLY i know most of us like to think he‘s experienced and knows what he‘s doing bc he had mich sex before BUT I think a lot of girls would be terrified of him being the dark lord‘s son. So yes he is a natural and knows just what feels good, studying your reactions to his touch all night long but he would not have that much experience
[ first time ] ― Like i said he wouldn‘t sleep around that much so maybe it‘s with his first girlfriend or situationship he has with a girl he likes
[ grooming ] ― he wouldn‘t be very picky about how you groom as long as it‘s not completely out of control - he himself would make sure it‘s always clean and trimmed ? Idk man i never thought of that
[ horny ] Mattheo is a horndog 100%. And she wouldn’t even have to try since he would get a boner from almost everything she does. I think physical touch would be important to him since he never got much of it and also wants to try so much with you so he can win more experience to please you even better.
[ intimacy ] — Depends on what you like - he‘s a pleaser in my head so If you would want soft he would prepper you in kisses and praising words "you‘re doing so good baby i love you so much." but If you‘d like it rough he would dirty talk to you until your eyes roll back and manhandle you "fuck baby you feel my cock inside your belly? M' gonna fuck every other thought out of your head."
[ joker ] ― he could laugh when slmething clumsy happens but otherwise he‘d be more on the serious/passionate side
[ kinks ] ― Mattheo loves seeing u begging as i said but also is into you calling him daddy or sir, anything that makes him feel powerful. A kink he didn‘t know he had was his being sub. It didn‘t happen that often but he‘d enjoy it so much after like a rough week - you taking care of him and not judging but loving his little whimpers - also a little orgasm denial on you
[ locations ] ― literally anywhere - he would not give a single fuck If someone saw you two fucking as long as he can shield or hide your naked body - but If it would he a quiecky with him just sliding under your skirt he would love the drill of being caught and claiming you as his for other‘s
[ masturbation ] ― he‘s a horndog + single? Then he‘d masturbate quiete a lot but when he finally got you, he didn‘t need to anymore
[ no go ] ― anything that has to do with other people - he‘d be way too possessive and jealous for including someone else into your sexlife
[ oral ] ― MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH you cannot tell me otherwise! He would get drunk on your pussy, eating it out for hours sometimes. But he also enjoys getting sucked off by you too
[ positions ] ― he loves seeing your face twist in pleasure and your little gasps for air when he fucks into you. so anything like fucking you from behind but in front of a mirror or you riding him and trying your best bouncing up and down on him would do it for him - but I also think when the two if you argue and fuck he would push your face into a pillow while grabbing your hips from behind so you would shut up
[ quickies ] ― he‘d love them cause that means he get‘s extra sex in between classes, before quidditch training or studying
[ rounds ] ― i think his stanima is good like 2-3 long rounds before he would have to take his first break. Either he would smoke a cigarette or eat you out in the meantime
[ secrets ] ― he doesn‘t have real secrets since he‘s really comfortable with you
[ toys ] ― he would be confused when he first caught you with one - poor voy thinking you don‘t enjoy his cock but after you explain it to him he would use it here and there on you vut mostly just when he try‘s teasing and edging you
[ underwear ] ― he LOVES when you wear red for him, not caring what kind of underwear as long as it‘s red. He‘d also almost come directly in his pants when he notice you don‘t wear any under your skirt but would punish you still
[ volume ] ― Mattheo loves your loud moans and screams of his name, he would praise you so much for it and just gets drunk on your little whimpers for him - mattheo would also be quiete vocal always dirty talking to you or groaning at how tight you feel around him
[ watch ] ― he would never let anyone watch you - not even over his dead body but like i said before when you have clothes on and he slips under your skirt he‘d enjoy someone catching you two
[ xxx ] ― would only watch when he‘s single but even then not that often
[ yearning ] ― he would be the biggest tease ever! Stroking your inner thigh under the table in class or at dinner. He‘d tease you by whispering all the things he wants to do to you in your ear while all your friends are around, slowly brushing his hands over your clothes pussy when nobody‘s looking
[ zzz ] ― usually depends on his day. If he had quidditch training or was awake all night then he‘d be tired after it but otherwise he‘d kind of get his energy from fucking you
you do not have to agree on that – remeber he‘s fictional and that‘s MY opinion 🫶🏻
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Building Each Other Up Pt. 2
Read Pt. 1 here.
Mark's POV
"Fuckkk," I muttered, flexing and feeling up my body and arms. The sensation of Shane being expelled from me, while surprising, actually felt really good—almost like a mental-only orgasm.
Shane, now in my body, was still sitting on the floor, looking up at me with wide, confused eyes. I took a moment to take it all in, before finally looking down at him.
"Shane, you okay?" I asked. “Or should I call you Mark now?” I said with a smile.
He blinked a few times, shaking his head as if to clear it. "What the hell just happened?" he asked, his voice—my voice—definitely a bit angry.
"I don't know, man. This is new for me too. I guess... I guess I pushed you out. Are you alright?" I said.
"No! Dude, what the fuck, why wouldn’t you get out?"
I raised my hands defensively. "I'm sorry, Shane. I didn’t mean to stay that long. I was just having such a good time training, and I wanted to help you out."
His eyes narrowed, frustration evident in his tone. "Well, that fucking sucked to be trapped inside my head for that long.”
"I know, I know," I said, my voice earnest. "I'm really sorry. I got carried away. It won't happen again."
"Okay, do we have any more of the potion on hand? Is that all we need to swap back, you think?" Shane asked, a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Wait, wait, hold on," I said quickly. "You're out now. Why don't we just stay like this for a little bit? I'll keep training in your body, and you can actually enjoy the time off rather than just being locked in your head."
He looked at me, still clearly annoyed but weighing his options. To swap back, he knew he would need to jump into my body and go through that whole process again. And who knows if he’d be able to actually force me out of this sexy body if I didn’t want to leave?
Shane sighed, running a hand through his—my—hair. "Okay," he relented. "But just a few days. And you better not pull any more stunts."
I grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Scout's honor. Just a few days, I promise. And I’ll keep pushing hard at the gym to make sure you're in the best shape possible for the competition."
Before he could change his mind, I left the gym and walked out to my car and quickly took a few selfies.
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The next night, I invited Ali over. It had been over a week since we’d last met up, and I was excited to be able to fuck him without Shane being there—it felt more intimate.
I wasn’t entirely sure how Shane felt about the sex part of the arrangement. Usually, if I even hinted at the idea of hooking up with a guy, he’d retreat into his subconscious and not be a part of it. He didn’t have a problem with me doing it per se. I mean how could he, it was his idea first. But I just think he found the whole thing a bit weird to not be in control of. I kind of got off on that back in the day, but I respect that he doesn’t.
But now, this was going to be the third time I’d hooked up with Ali. Maybe Shane would have a problem with me hooking up with the same guy so consistently—he probably wouldn’t want to give Ali the wrong ideas about this body.
Well, the good thing at least is that I’ve only really been messaging Ali on Grindr so far. I had made a profile using Shane’s pics on my own phone so that I could keep the fun going even when I was out of it. I made sure to have a secret backlog of photos too. All that to say, there’s not a huge risk of Shane finding out.
When the doorbell rang, I opened the door to see Ali standing there, looking hotter than ever in his tank top, beads of sweat still glistening from his workout. I could tell he had come straight from the gym, and the sight of his toned muscles and confident stride sent a jolt of excitement through me.
"Hey," he greeted me with a warm smile as he stepped inside. "You look great."
"Thanks, you too," I replied, my eyes drinking in the sight of his fit, athletic body.
We made our way to the living room, and as we settled in, Ali turned to me with a thoughtful expression. "Hey, I was thinking... how about we go on an actual date tonight instead of jumping straight into the hookup?"
I was taken aback. A date? I couldn’t remember the last time I went on a no-kidding date. Usually, the hot bottoms Ali’s age didn’t give my old body that kind of chance. I was more just a fun older fantasy for them—a quick, no-strings-attached daddy thrill.
"An actual date?" I repeated, a mix of surprise and curiosity in my voice.
I hesitated for a moment, processing the words before saying, "Sure, why not? I’d like that."
We went downtown to a movie theater and watched the latest superhero movie. The place was packed, but we managed to get good seats near the back. About halfway through the movie, during a particularly quiet moment, Ali reached over and gently took my hand in his. I glanced over at him, and he gave me a shy smile. Sure we had already fucked, but something about the innocence of the gesture made my heart race.
Later, as the movie progressed, I decided to make a move of my own. I shifted my hand from his and placed it on his muscular thigh, rubbing it up and down. My large hand practically swallowed his thigh, making it look small in comparison. Ali turned to me and grinned, biting his lip.
When the credits rolled and the lights came up, we both stood and stretched, exchanging amused looks as we mimicked the superhero poses we’d just seen on screen. Damn that tank top left nothing to be desired as he flexed his biceps for me.
As we walked back to his place, we joked the whole way there.
"Damn, you're really funny," I said, nudging him playfully with my elbow.
"Thanks," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "I try."
When we reached his apartment building, I turned to him, feeling a bit reluctant to end the night. "I had a really nice time tonight. I really want to do this again sometime."
"Oh yeah, me too," Ali said with a grin. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "But we aren't done yet." He opened the door and gestured for me to follow him up to his apartment.
I felt a thrill of excitement as I followed him inside. His apartment was cozy and stylish, and filled with cool travel memorabilia.
"So, what now?" I asked, leaning in closer.
Ali smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, we could start by picking up where we left off in the theater."
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
We have a seat on the couch, and Ali wastes no time straddling me. I grab both sides of his waist, guiding him as he grinds on me through our clothes. The friction is intoxicating, and I can feel my dick getting hard, pressing insistently against my jeans.
Ali's hands are all over my pecs, exploring the firm muscles beneath my shirt. "Take it off," he whispers, lifting the fabric and tossing it aside. "Flex for me."
I oblige quickly, flexing my chest muscles, watching his eyes light up with desire. He leans in, moving to the side to lick my hairy pits. He moans, "God, you smell so good."
I grab the back of his head, holding him there with a firm but reassuring grip. The sensation of his tongue against my skin is electric, sending shivers down my spine. Eventually, he lifts his head, his eyes glazed with lust. He stands up, strips down in front of me, and straddles my waist again. This time, he’s naked, and he starts rubbing his hard cock between my pecs.
The feel of his smooth skin and the sight of his cock sliding between my pecs almost makes me lose control right then and there. I’m already on the edge, and I haven’t even entered him yet.
Ali takes off my pants, his fingers grazing my thighs as he pulls them down. He positions himself over my cock, looking down at me with a mix of anticipation and desire.
"You ready, cutie?" I ask, my voice low and husky.
"Yes, sir," he replies, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Good boy," I tell him as he slowly starts to sit, taking in all of my manhood. The tightness and heat around my cock are almost too much to bear. He moves at his own pace, adjusting to my size, and I can see the concentration and pleasure on his face.
He finally settles down completely, and we both let out a groan of satisfaction. I grip his hips firmly, guiding his movements as he starts to ride me. The rhythm builds slowly at first, then faster, more urgent.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I murmur, my hands roaming over his body, caressing his skin.
Ali's hands are braced on my chest, his fingers digging into my muscles as he rides me. "You too, sir," he gasps, his head thrown back in pleasure. "Soooooo fucking good."
I thrust up into him, meeting his movements with powerful strokes. The intensity of the connection between us is overwhelming, and I know I won’t last much longer.
"Come for me," I urge him, my voice rough with need. "Come on, boy."
With a cry, Ali's body tenses, and he spills his load over my chest. The sight and feel of him coming is enough to push me over the edge, and I climax inside him, filling him with everything I’ve got.
We collapse together on the couch, breathing hard and spent. Ali rests his head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.
"That was amazing," he says after a moment, his voice soft and content.
"Yeah, it was," I agree, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You were incredible."
He looks up at me with a smile. "So, when can we do this again?"
"Anytime you want," I reply, feeling a rush of happiness. "Anytime you want."
To be continued…
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Day Five: Lee Know
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
Warning: Smutty smut, public smut.. smut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT READ!]
Word Count: 1.1k
Day One: Felix | Day Two: Jeongin | Day Three: Changbin | Day Four: Jisung
“Y/N!” Chan exclaims as you and your boyfriend, Lee Know sit down at the table in the fanciest restaurant you have ever been to.
“Hi.” You giggle. “Hi everyone.” You smile and wave to all the boys.
“How are you? I feel like we haven't seen you in a really long time.” Chan laughs.
“Oh I know, I've just been so busy with work, and stuff. It's been a lot. But it's finally settling down now.” You grin.
“I'm glad things are calming down.” Chan smiles. “Have you been doing anything fun?” He asks. As you continue on with your conversation with Chan, you can feel Lee Know's anger bubbling up as you giggle at Chan's jokes, and keep talking to him. you're in the middle of a sentence when you feel a hand on your bare thigh. You look down and then up at Lee Know and he's still in a conversation with Changbin, acting completely nonchalantly as his hand trails up your thigh and past the hem of your skirt. He moves his hand towards your inner thigh, pulling it over to open your legs. You're trying to maintain eye contact with Chan and contribute to the conversation but your pussy is pounding at the thought of Lee Know touching you while you were out to dinner. You can feel his fingers creeping in towards your cunt, and you can feel the wetness soaking through your panties. His fingers lightly graze your lips. He glances over at you, watching your breathing and your facial expressions. He loves to see you so desperate for him. He leans over to you, his lips brushing your ear. “Go to the bathroom and take off your panties.” He whispers, sitting back up to continue his conversation with Changbin. You quickly excuse yourself from the table, speed walking to the restroom. You get into a stall and quickly remove your underwear, crumpling it up in your hand as you walk back to the table. You slide back in your chair, next to Lee Know who opens his hand under the table. You place your panties in his hand, making him smirk as he shoves them in his pocket. He scoots his chair a little closer to yours, his hand back on your thigh. You slink down slightly in your chair, opening your legs for him, so needy for his touch. His fingertips graze over your lips, moving two fingers between to touch your clit. You bite your lip as he slowly moves his fingers in a circle. You close your eyes for a second so no one sees them roll into the back of your head.
You let out a deep breath as he teases you, moving his fingers so slowly, it was killing you.
You lean over to whisper in his ear. “Please. Faster.” You cry. He looks at you with a smile, leaning into you. “You shouldn't have been flirting with Chan, then maybe you wouldn't be getting teased right now.”
Fuck you loved a jealous Lee Know. You slump back in your chair continuing to die from his slow movement. Chan tries to speak to you, and you try to answer, but you're interrupted by Lee Know dropping his fork on the floor.
“Ah, I'm so clumsy.” He chuckles. He gets down, under the table. You're about to ask if he needs any help but you feel his hands force your legs open even more before he licks a strip up your pussy from under the table. You stifle yyour moan but just barely as he latches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. This was so fucking hot, and you were ready to cum.
“Do you need help, Lee Know?” Jeongin asks.
“Nope.” He answers, releasing your swollen clit. “Found it. It was under Y/N's foot.” He chuckles, sitting back in his chair.
“Are you okay, Y/N? You don't look well.” Chan says. You were fine, you were just a horny desperate girl who needed her boyfriend to fuck her senseless.
“My stomach is acting funny.” You manage to say.
“Ah, maybe we should go.” Lee Know suggests.
“Yes, I think so.” You agree, standing up a little too quickly. Lee Know walks out of the restaurant behind you, trying to hide the large bulge in his pants. Once the two of you are outside, it's quiet. It's only the two of you on the street. Lee Know grabs your wrist, pinning you against the back of his car.
“You love to rile me up.” He smiles. “Don't you?”
“I do, I love what you do to me when I do.” You smile.
“Mhm, like what I was doing in there?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. “You didn't get to cum.”
“I didn't. I need to right now.” You whine. He grins as he turns you around, pushing you face down onto the car. You can hear him undoing his belt behind you, just letting his cock free. He spits in his hand, jerking his cock before he kicks your legs apart. He roughly slides his cock inside you, pushing himself in as deep as he can. He looks around to make sure no one is around before he pulls out, slamming back in.
“Fuck.” He groans, holding onto you tightly. He thrusts deep into you over and over as you reach between your legs, rubbing your throbbing clit.
“Public fucking, ugh, such a fucking turn on.” He groans, ramming his cock into you with as much force as he can.
“Oh my fucking god.” You cry. He reaches up, grabbing a clump of your hair, pulling you back towards him as he thrusts faster.
“Fuck you take dick so good baby.” He moans. You rub your clit faster, the adrenaline of possibly getting caught makes your orgasm build up so much faster.
“Please let me cum.. can I please?” You cry out loudly. You don't care if anyone hears you, right now you just need to cum.
“Ahh good girl.” He groans. “Cum baby, cum all over my cock.”
“Oh fuck.” You cry out as your orgasm explodes through your body. You squeeze your wet cunt around his cock, as you cry out, laying down on the car.
“So fucking hot.” He grunts, cumming right after you, pumping his cum so deep inside you. He tries to catch his breath as he pulls out of you, helping you adjust your skirt. He looks at you with a grin on his face as he fixes the makeup under your eyes.
“Wanna go back in?” He asks.
“I'm so hungry now.. but what do we tell them?” You whisper. “My stomach was supposed to be hurting.” You giggle.
“We'll just say whatever.” He smiles, taking your hand in his. “But.” He begins, leaning in close to you. “Don't you dare clean my cum from your pussy. They all need to know you're mine.”
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everything I was, burning slow
price x reader. 1.2k words. title from 24thankyou.
tags: implied/referenced illness+surgeries, implied/referenced self-harm, established relationship, panic attacks, brief vomit mention, nonsexual nudity
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Your mouth is dry and gritty as if you inhaled half the desert and, after a swallow, as tacky as a bowling alley floor. The side of your face is cold and wet, but you’re too busy mapping your molars with your sticky-shriveled tongue to bother lifting it. Once you confirm that all your teeth are in their crooked places, your limbs return online. You push, arm shaking, beneath your weight onto your back. Another swallow. Tastes bitter.
When you were dragged to church as a kid, you’d lean in your seat and gaze at the vaulted ceiling and the murals of angels. Did the same with the open sky, staring at rolling clouds or blinking stars. No matter where you were, you relished how small you felt. How insignificant.
The view from the bathroom floor is a lot like that, too. Lends perspective. Partly under the toilet bowl (you’ve got to clean under here better), you stare at chipping paint and watch particulates float lazily on by. You lay there, telling yourself you’ll get up when the world stops turning. But it won’t, will it? It’s spinning and carrying on. You hear the neighbor mowing the lawn and the dog across the street barking at him. The radio is on in the living room, transitioning from music to a talk show. This is all going to carry on without you, and—
Your jaw pops, hinging open to suck in a sudden, desperate gasp for air as if you’re a fish dropped unceremoniously onto the deck of a boat. What you get, what you taste, is turbid and stifling. It tickles your windpipe and forces you to choke as your chest tightens. You clutch your shirt and silently beg the invisible fist around your heart to loosen its grip. Not again, your thoughts slur. Not again. This is getting embarrassing.
It passes. Eventually.
How long you lay there, you don’t know, but the sound of the front door opening and closing a floor down stirs you out of your stupor. You’re dimly aware of John calling for you, his voice steady and level–your name, maybe? Sheer terror and embarrassment keep you pinned on the tile, though at least it lets up just enough to let you curl into the fetal position. It’s gut-wrenching to hear his tone gradually swell from curiosity to concern.
The bathroom door opens at last, and your eyelids squeeze shut.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Before he touches you, the light flicks off, and he turns on the tap. He crouches. His knee skims your calves, and a warm hand slides up your back. He fixes your slightly bunched shirt, tugging it down, then rubs circles above your tailbone how you like. He’s talking, too, whispering something you know is kind and tender. It’s an internal tussle of whether or not you want to hear him. The brush of a knuckle over your temple pulls the cotton from your ears.
“–member we’re supposed to take deep breaths, yeah? Can you do that for me? In your nose, out your mouth. C’mon, with me,” He murmurs, tracing the shell of your ear as he demonstrates.
“Can’t.” It’s the first word you’ve spoken in hours. It tastes sour.
“‘Course you can. Like me, babe.”
In. Out. In. Out. In—
“I got my results.” You croak, eyes opening in slivers. Blearily, you turn your head, looking past him to the corner of the bathroom counter.
“In a minute.”
The hand on your back completes a few more figure eights before John hauls himself to his feet. The dull, muted sound of him punching in your passcode and typing keeps you tethered. You both hold your breath for very different reasons.
“I see,” John says a moment later, “I see.”
With some convincing, he maneuvers your body into a seated position, leaning you against the tub. He doesn’t complain, scrubbing the toilet and floor clean of your sick and taking breaks to rub your shins and give you sips of water.
“Bed or bath?”
“Bath.”
He hoists you by the armpits and sits you on the toilet, briefly cupping your face in his hands. Scarred knuckles and palms thickened with calluses; they’re the softest things you’ve ever felt. After checking your eyes and pressing a kiss to your forehead, he starts the tub and carefully undresses you.
“Join me?” You ask, leaning into him as he helps you step out of your jeans and underwear, fingers skimming the keloid on his shoulder blade.
A warm puff of air and a kiss to your neck. “Need or want?”
Sometimes, you need him in the shower when the shampoo bottle is impossible to lift.
“Both.”
He hums, sits you back down, then strips.
John climbs in first, offering his arm and supporting you by the hip as you follow. He situates your back to his chest, rubbing your elbows after you adjust. It’s a tight squeeze in a tub realistically meant for one, but he never complains. Steam curls off the water’s surface, and sweat beads at your neck. He kisses it anyway.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks after a time, voice rumbling through your spine.
Tracing the scars on his arm and comparing them to your own, you consider.
When you first started dating, it took months for you to let John see you with the lights on. So used to partners seeing the brutal constellation of marks, self-inflicted and surgical, and finding reason to flip off the light. Used to them suggesting clothes with sleeves and layers. You can’t recall what changed your mind to let him have you in the morning light so long ago, but you remember how he looked at you. How, before he even really touched you, he studied each of them. Invited you to do the same. A new kind of intimacy that told you how well your bodies fit together in more ways than just the one. It lent perspective.
“Later, in bed. I’m tired.”
An arm bands around your stomach, settling you closer. You don’t feel small with John. You don’t feel insignificant.
“Alright. I’ve got you.”
You feel like the world.
#price is right#this is purely for me tbh but maybe you'll feel it too#wrote this while feeling like utter shit so it is only lightly edited and i still feel like shit so let's just be nice#john price x reader#price x reader
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It's... complicated?- Rafe Cameron × polyam!reader & JJ Maybank × polyam!reader
summary: you're in a relationship with Rafe, but a one night stand with JJ turns into more and suddenly you find yourself entangled in a relationship that you don't plan on getting out of any time soon
general warnings: cheating, angst, fluff, smut, swearing, lying, reader being a bitch, talk of marriage
angst warnings: mention of death, downward spiral, self-doubt, fighting (verbally), fighting (physically), traumatized reader
smut warnings: p in v (unprotected), oral (f & m receiving), 3 way, cnc, creampie/cumdump, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, (heavy) pda, subdrop adjacent, aftercare, foreplay, toy use (not primarily), overstimulation
word count: 19k
author's note: this started as a Rafe fic but immediately my brain fucked me over and then I was too deep to change it so I kept it and decided to explore the throuple idea. I wanted to not have it be cheating plot but I couldn't figure out how to do that while keeping the set dynamic, so I hope you're gentle with me on that :) I genuinely hope you enjoy it, it's the longest one part one shot I've ever written lol (p.s. I wanted to do dvp here but I couldn't find an appropriate place for it, but if you want it, I can write it separately)
“Can you maybe not do lines on my boobs tonight? Last time you got some on my vintage Chanel dress and I haven't managed to get it out yet,” you ask Rafe while leaning in the door of his room, watching him get ready.
“I'll just buy you a new one,” he shrugs and buttons his shirt up.
“That's not the point, babe, and you know it,” you shake your head, swaying your perfect curls. “It's also vintage, and you can't just buy a new one. Besides, I paid for it, not you.”
“You mean your dad paid for it?” he eyes you with a smirk playing on his pink lips.
“Nope, pretty sure that it counts for me now,” you smile, faking it as per usual when the topic of your dad comes up. “Dead people can't pay for shit.”
He steps over to you, tilting your chin up and kissing you. “Let's not talk about him. Instead, we can go and have fun, all right?”
“Eugh, whose house is this?” you scoff as he stops the car in the driveway. The mansion isn't even half the size of your own, and it makes you feel a little disappointed.
“Hey, be nice,” Rafe smiles and takes your hand up to kiss it before getting out and opening your door for you.
“I am always nice,” you tell him, but he knows it's a lie. Your way of being nice is what other people would call bitchy or bossy. You aren't nice like people want you to be, not since your dad has died. He was the only one who you had tried your best for.
“You know I love to see your claws out, but I have to sell shit tonight, so none of that, please,” Rafe begged, his arm tight around your waist.
You roll your eyes and look up at him, “fine.”
The party is already going, and a few people greet you while walking in. You find Topper and Kelce rather quickly, taking your seat next to Rafe you let your eyes wander as they talk.
“You know, you guys are boring as fuck,” you groan after having had to listen to them talk about golfing for twenty minutes straight.
“Since when are we here for your entertainment, y/n,” Kelce scoffs, but he gulps as you get up and lean over him.
“Maybe you should suck a dick to fix your fucking attitude,” you snarl and walk away towards the kitchen. You never cared what Rafe's friends thought of you, you never cared what anybody thought of you.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” you roll your eyes at the blonde boy, who's leaning against the counter. His ring clad fingers are holding onto the solo cup, but the flirtatious smile is just for you. You had gathered as much over time.
“One day, you'll beg, y/l/n,” he says and takes a sip.
“Not if I make you beg first, Maybank,” you smirk and take the bottle of tequila to fill two shot glasses.
“I never beg,” he counters, and you laugh.
“Oh, I'd bet my BMW you do.”
“Does Rafe?”
“I won't tell you that, you'd just go runnin’round tellin’ people,” you poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue and hold the shot out for him to take. “Be happy that I'm keeping him on a leash. He'd have ripped your head off by now if I didn't.”
You watch him take the shot, and follow. The slight burn in your throat wakes you up, and the warmth in your stomach is familiarly cozy.
“And why would he do that?” JJ asks, tilting his head to the side.
“‘Cause you won't stop staring at my tits, Maybank,” you bite your lip and take the step over to him, leaning in and whispering into his ear. “I know how you look at me, as if I'm the ultimate price. But you wouldn't even be able to handle me on your best days, pretty boy.”
“You underestimate me, princess,” he whispers, and you pull away to look at him fully.
“Maybe in another life, Maybank,” you wink at him, grabbing the bottle of tequila and making your way back to the couch.
“What he want?” Rafe asks as soon as you get back and take your seat by his side.
“Nothing,” you sigh and kiss Rafe's cheek, leaving a lipstick mark behind. He doesn't need to know how much it riles you up when JJ flirts with you. How much you have to suppress the need to kiss him whenever you see him. It doesn't even make sense why it is like that.
JJ and you have nothing in common, and you are happy about that.
You love being in a relationship with Rafe. You don't care much about love anyway, so why would you need to love the person you are in a relationship with if they are perfect on paper? Rafe is everything your dad had wanted in a future son-in-law. He comes from good money, takes care of the people close to him, and knows how to act around money. You don't need to love him to build a good future with him. After all, your grandparents had done it the same way. And when you look at your own parents' life together, you keep wondering if it had really been the wisest decision to marry for love.
No, love was overrated, and so was whatever you felt when JJ looked at you.
“You sell any yet?” you ask straight out, and Rafe clears his throat and gives you a look that doesn't really make sense to you. “What?”
“You know they won't buy shit when you're here, unless you act it,” he whispers to you and you roll your eyes.
“Fine, but only one,” you cave, and for the next few hours you play the dumb girlfriend. For some reason, all of his buyers are some type of misogynistic asshole, and the only one who you could talk to without feeling looked down on is Barry. But Barry never gets invited to the parties, because he doesn't fit in.
To you, he's not much different than the businessmen your dad had worked with, the same ones you would have to deal with once you were officially taking over the company.
“Baby, c’mere,” Rafe claps on his thighs, and you turn to straddle him, giving him a single warning glance to not fuck up.
“Love when you use my tits for it, babe,” you giggle stupidly, but internally you feel like throwing up. And it just gets worse when he puts a little line of the fine powder on your skin and dips his head down to snort it off. Your eyes cross with JJ's as soon as Rafe's head is down, and he vanishes from your vision the moment Rafe comes back up, wiping his nose.
“Thank you, baby,” he smiles and kisses you. It's a show. When you moan into him and buck your hips; and for once you're not sure if the show is for his clients, or for the blonde Pogue who can't keep his eyes off of you.
“I wanna go upstairs,” you whisper to Rafe and he nods.
“Just gimme ten and I'll meet you there.”
You get up and walk off, towards the stairs. A quick glance back to Rafe, who's focused on counting money, before you take the stairs, downstairs instead of up.
You decide to take a look around. The pool is a perfect 80 °F and if you had swimming stuff with you, you'd consider swimming for a while. Training a little to clear up your mind.
“Didn't you tell him you'd be upstairs, waiting?” You hear JJ behind you and turn around.
“And? I changed my mind. He doesn't care if he fucks me here or at home,” you shrug and JJ shakes his head.
“God, you really are something.”
“What do you want, Maybank?” you sneer, walking around the pool towards the sauna at the end of the room. The sound of your heels on the concrete floor echoes through the huge room.
“Why are you with him if you hate him so much?” he asks and starts walking closer, following you.
“I don't hate him. I hate his friends, anyone but Barry, basically. I hate how he acts around them. But I don't hate him,” you clarify, and JJ nods.
“But you don't love him.”
“Who needs love anyway,” you smile. The picture-perfect smile you had practiced in front of the mirror since you were 12, the same one you had to relearn when your dad had died. It was an ironclad mask.
“I forgot, you don't have a heart,” JJ smiles but drops it instantly.
“Tell me what you want, or leave,” you roll your eyes at him and he steps closer. Your heart starts racing as he leans over you, brushing a curl from your face and tucking it behind your ear.
“What do you want?” he rasps quietly and your eyes flutter, it's a reflex, and you don't know why. You don't understand why he has this effect on you.
“Nothing,” you press out, and his thumb ghosts your lips.
“I don't like when you lie to me, y/n,” JJ whispers, and you can't stop yourself from getting lost in his blue eyes. They are so different from Rafe's. JJ's eyes are bright and hopeful, they feel like happiness entrapped to you. And you can't stand it, because this isn't how it's supposed to be.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, leaning down to smell your neck, his nose brushing against your skin and giving you goosebumps.
“It’s neither appropriate nor allowed,” you hush, and he chuckles.
"Since when do you care about any of that? You make the rules on this side of the island, don't you, princess?”
You blame it on the tequila when your lips find his. You blame it on the daiquiri when he leads you into the cold supply closet, without pulling out of your kiss. You would blame it on the coke, when he pushes your dress up and sinks into you; but you hadn't had any coke that night.
“Fuck, you're so wet for me, baby,” JJ groans, he had sat you down on a lower shelf, and you did your best to hold onto the metal structure that was pressing into your back.
“Shut up and kiss me, asshole,” you gasp, and he does just that. His kisses are wet and sloppy, just like his fast thrusts. But you can't stop kissing him, not only because it feels like heaven and hell combined. But mainly because you know you'd be screaming by the way his cock keeps kissing your cervix.
“You're so good at taking it, princess. Fuck, you feel so good,” JJ moans, and you can't help but feel pride in how much he seems to love it.
“Look at it,” you demand, and he dips his head, focusing on where you are connected. Your slip tucked to the side, but it's ruined anyway, it had been from the moment on he had started to flirt with you.
“What's that say,” JJ asks, his thumb rubbing over your tattoo, making you smirk.
“Eat me, Maybank. It says, eat me,” you moan, and he grins.
“Next time, princess,” he growls and starts rubbing your clit in harsh circles. You don't understand how he does it, but he has you moaning even louder, and clenching around his cock in the matter of minutes. The band in your stomach is ready to burst, and you don't think you've felt this good ever before. It feels like he's made for you, but you know that can't be the case.
“Cum for me, pretty girl. Soak my dick,” JJ breathes into your ear, and as soon as you come undone, he pulls his hand from your clit and shoves his fingers down your throat to shut you up.
You feel afloat and completely dazed when he pulls his fingers out and clasps his hand over your mouth.
“Shh, quiet,” JJ whispers, and you hear footsteps outside the closet. If someone finds you, you're screwed.
“No, she's not down here either. Check upstairs again, man,” Rafe's annoyed voice carries through the door, and you stare at JJ. You're not scared of what might happen to you if Rafe found out, but more so that he'd finally snap and actually hurt JJ like he had threatened so many times before.
Rafe is still outside the door when JJ decides to start fucking you again, and your eyes roll back uncontrollably. He knows how badly you want to make a sound for him, but you can't let yourself.
As soon as his footsteps carry Rafe back upstairs, you let out a loud groan, pulling JJ into a kiss and purposely squeezing his dick just to prove to him that you're the one in charge. And when his hips stutter, and he spills out inside of you, you don't even mind it. You like the feeling, especially when he keeps fucking it into you, muttering incoherently about how good he fucked you.
“Do you always praise yourself after?” you ask him after having pulled your dress back down.
“Do you always cheat on your boyfriend with Pogues?” he smirks, and you push him back against the shelf.
“If anyone finds out about this, you are dead, you understand? Either you shut up, and hope for a second time, or I can ruin your life. I don't need Rafe to do it for me, I can do it all by myself. Do you understand?” You poke into his chest and he nods.
“Good,” you take a step back again, and he grabs for your chin, pulling you close again.
“I have one question, princess. Has he ever fucked you raw?”
“I don't trust him enough for that,” you reply, and JJ snorts.
“Why'd you let me, then?”
“You don't sleep around as much as you pride yourself, Maybank. I mean, you're not bad, but- Well, it all comes down to the circles you run in and the ones you don't,” you give him a mean smile and open the door to go look for a bathroom.
“How do you plan on not letting him find out if he never-”
“I told you, he does what I say. If I say no, he's not getting any,” you tell him and turn a corner towards the bathroom.
“You really got him wrapped around your finger,” JJ laughs.
“You too,” you grin before sitting down to pee, you don't care that he is standing right next to you.
“Didn't you literally call Cally R. disgusting for insinuating that she doesn't mind peeing in her boyfriend's presence?” JJ laughs.
“First of all,” you say while finishing up and standing. “Cally R. is a lying slut, the only reason why she keeps having to piss in front of her boyfriend is because she can't get rid of her std. And why doesn't it go away? Well, because little miss piss queen keeps on fucking Tyler Folly on the side. Calling her disgusting was the kindest thing I could do to her.”
“And the second reason?” JJ cocks his brow up.
“You're not my boyfriend, Maybank. And getting rid of your shit inside me, is kinda necessary unless you want me ending up like Cally,” you give him a threatening smile, and he holds his hands up in defense. “Good.”
“I'm just wondering if it's not hypocritical, with the whole fucking on the side and all,” he mumbles before wetting a towel and trying to remove the red lipstick marks from his face.
“I don't claim to love my boyfriend, and Rafe never claimed to love me. He thinks we have an open relationship on his side. I don't see why it can't be open on both,” you shrug and pull the lipstick from your bra to reapply it.
“Was I- was I better?” JJ mumbles, rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck.
“Could you choose between your two favorite types of food?” you ask, and he starts to grin.
“You know, that's a weird metaphor.”
“Simile,” you correct him, and he exhales a laugh.
“You're a real smartass, y/l/n.”
“And you can be glad you're pretty.”
“Pretty enough to fuck your brains out,” JJ turns you towards him and leans over, his lips ghosting yours and when he pulls back you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. “See,” he smirks.
“If you want to do it again you can't fuck around, and most importantly you won't tell a soul. But then again, who would even believe you,” you scoff and turn around to leave, taking the stairs and vanishing in the crowd before anyone had noticed where you had come from.
“Where were you? I was looking all over,” Rafe sounds concerned and hugs you, out of courtesy, surely. Rafe rarely hugs you unless you ask for it, or the social obligations call for it.
“Just here and there, I went upstairs and forgot why. I'm sorry, babe,” you tell him, and he lets it go.
“Hey, y/n, wanna play a game with us?” Topper asks, and you turn to look at the group of people gathered, your eyes get stuck on JJ for just a second before they snap back to Top.
“Sure,” you smile and push Rafe into a chair, sitting down sideways on his lap.
It's a dumb drinking game, just like always. It stays rather boring until Topper's new girlfriend gets to speak, and you instantly regret your choice to take part.
“Never have I ever had sex with someone in this room,” she giggles and falls back down into Top before they each take a sip of their drinks.
You take a sip, focusing on Rafe, but Rafe is staring right across from where the two of you are sitting.
“Why does Maybank keep staring at you,” he whispers in your ear and you shrug.
“He's a creep, you know that, babe,” you try to calm your boyfriend down, but you know it's not gonna help much.
“Never have I ever cheated,” JJ says and takes a drink, but the chatter went mute as soon as the words left him. “I thought we were being honest, guys. God, you guys really are some Kooks,” he laughs and stands up to leave. His eyes are yet again fixed on you, but this time you can't force yourself to look away.
“Maybe cheating is just a Pogue quality,” you say, and a few silent mumbles seem to agree with your lie.
“You must know all about that, princess,” JJ smirks and tips his non-existent cap to you before turning and walking away, out of the house and into the darkness.
“He’s so weird,” Topper's girlfriend lets out a disgusted grunt.
“Was he even invited?” Topper asks and I roll my eyes.
“They don't check invitations at the entrance, stupid,” you laugh it off.
“He probably stole something,” someone out of the crowd suggested, and you stood up in a light fit of anger, before you realized that you couldn't act on it.
“What would he steal here? Cheap candles from Target?” you scoff and walk off. “Rafe!” you call out, and he takes a moment before he meets you outside by the car.
“I didn't wanna go home yet,” he complains.
“And? You have to drive me home. After that, you can do whatever the fuck you want,” you scoff at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“What's up with you?” he snorts, opening the door for you and letting you get in.
“I'm tired and annoyed by these people who think they're better than anyone else, just because their dad's play golf and fuck their secretaries,” you mutter, and he stops asking, dropping you off at your house and driving off as soon as you are inside.
Weeks go by in which you don't even see a glimpse of JJ. You manage to push the memory so far back into your brain that you don't even dream of it, well, not as often.
And when Rafe fucks you, it's good, it's great, but you don't feel as complete after as you had with JJ.
“Best pussy in the fucking world,” Rafe groans as he pounds into you from behind. Your face is pressed into the duvet and your ass is high up in the air. He had been stretching you out for what felt like hours. It was good, he hit every single spot inside of you perfectly, but you couldn't get yourself to cum.
“Would be so much better without it, baby,” Rafe rasps, and you're not really listening, just nodding and groaning in response to whatever he's saying.
Before you can actually register what is happening, he has pulled out and slammed into you again, but it feels different. You can feel him more clearly, every single vein on his thick cock, the soft tip that kept nudging your cervix as he went deeper.
“Fuck, I love you, I love this pussy so much,” Rafe moans and without a single warning he cums inside you, filling you up and clouding your mind. You gasp, close to an orgasm but not yet there and if he'd just- but he pulls out and you all you can feel is used.
“Shit, did you not,” he pulls you into him, having fallen into the sheets by your side, but you put on a smile.
“It's okay. Next time,” you tell him and get up to clean yourself up. You curse yourself for losing yourself in your thoughts about JJ instead of paying attention to what your boyfriend had said to you. And now you had two guys thinking they could fuck you over anyway they wanted.
“Are you okay?” Rafe asks as you leave the bathroom wrapped in your robe.
“Yeah, just next time, maybe warn me beforehand. Probably would've been better if we had both finished,” you say and roll your eyes while your back is turned to him.
“Why are you getting dressed?”
“I have to buy q tips, we don't have any left,” you lie and he scoffs.
“You could just ask the help to go buy some, and I could make it up to you. Come on, baby,” he slaps the empty bed to his left, but you shake your head.
“I just need some air, all right.”
“Fine. But text me so I know you're okay,” he sighs and gets up to take a shower.
You basically run out of the house, jumping in your car and driving off towards the Cut before you realize you don't even know where to go.
You pull out your phone and scroll down a long list of contacts before you find his number, saved under three Xs to remind you to never text him, but here you are, doing just that.
“Where are you?” you type out and hit send, a second later a text appears on your screen.
“why?”
“Tattoo” is all you say, but the three small dots stay for a while and then they vanish. You are about to curse him out when a text pops up.
“you know the Château?”
“Routledge?”
“yes”
You put your phone away and start driving again. Maybe you'd have to thank Topper's weird obsession with Sarah for knowing where the house was, but you really couldn't.
As soon as you arrive, you kill the engine and jump out of your jeep, stomping towards the porch.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Kiara sneers at you, but you don't pay her any attention. You grab JJ's hand and drag him into the house.
“That's the wrong way,” he chuckles and holds you back from going deeper into the house, pulling you to the side and into a small bedroom.
“Tell me what's wrong,” he asks, wanting to hold onto you, but you brush him off.
“He said he loved me,” you yell at JJ even though it's not his fault, nor can he do anything about it.
“And that's bad?” he raises his eyebrows at you and you huff.
“Yes. Yes, it is. You don't fuck someone, not let them fucking finish and then tell them you love them,” you hiss quietly, not wanting his friends to be able to hear it all.
“I see. I can help with one of those,” JJ smirks and pulls you into a kiss. A kiss that makes you forget why you even came over. Like a snip of his finger, he had erased all the bad thoughts and feelings inside of you, replacing them with warmth and desire.
“They didn't believe me,” he whispers against your lips before bringing them into another kiss. You pull on his shirt, and he takes it off.
“Told you they wouldn't,” you smile and take your own shirt off before starting to fumble with his shorts.
“Now they have to,” JJ chuckles and pushes his pants down, leaving the boxers on.
He pushes you onto the bed, kissing you all over, especially focusing on your tits, and you nearly cum just from that. His skilled tongue toys with your nipple while his hand squeezes the other tit mercilessly.
“You have the best tits, baby,” JJ moans against your skin, squeezing them another time before trailing his lips down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach to the hem of your jeans shorts.
“Are you sure?” he asks while looking up at you, but the way he's lying between your legs is godly. His unruly hair is hanging into his face, his lips slightly parted in a mischievous smile.
“I'll go ask one of the others if you don't want to,” you tease him, and he nips at your hips.
“Don't ever suggest that shit again, princess.”
“Noted, but only if your tongue’s as good as your dick,” you smirk.
JJ takes his time taking off your shorts, teasing you and edging you on, and you want to drown in the feelings he can so easily conjure in you.
“You smell different,” he notes and presses his nose against your slip. “I'm not gonna do this when you smell like him.”
“I told you,” you sit up on your elbows and look at his disgusted face.
“You didn't say he fucked you raw. That's different, and you know it,” JJ complained and sat back up.
“I don't see the problem. It's an easy fix,” you shrug and pull him closer by his neck. Your lips press against his until you have him lying underneath you.
“See, easy,” you grin down at him, pulling his boxers down just enough to let his hard cock spring free.
“Aren't you pretty,” you whisper to his pink tip, placing a kiss on it and tasting his salty precum.
“If you do that again, I'm busting a nut. You gotta warn a guy,” he laughs nervously.
“Cute,” you giggle and lift yourself up, pulling your slip to the side and brushing his throbbing tip through your aching slit. You let out a sigh of relief as you sink down on him, the familiarity makes you feel better instantly.
Fucking JJ is easy, it's messy, it's freeing.
You don't mind that he can't keep himself from cumming when you do, because he's ready instantly as if it never had happened.
You claw at his chest while you bounce on him, screaming of pleasure and not caring who can hear you.
Your pussy sounds obscenely wet, and can feel the mix of your many releases spill out of you and onto him. But JJ doesn't care as long as you keep fucking yourself with his dick, he doesn't even mind having to take over when you get a cramp in your leg.
He's moaning and cursing worse than you, calling you all kinds of dirty things, but mostly he's showering you with compliments, which turns you on even more than you had ever thought.
And when he finally pulls out, your pussy is still clenching, pushing out all of his and your cum.
“Would you look at that, princess. We should definitely not clean you up and send you back home just like that, show him who's actually better at fucking this pretty pussy.” JJ says and takes two fingers to push his cum back into you.
“J, please,” you beg him to stop. You are overstimulated and sore, so sore you feel like you might not be able to walk properly the next few days.
“Oh, but we haven't even done what you promised me, princess. You wouldn't let a poor guy starve, would you?” JJ gives you a pout and moves back to kiss your swollen cunt. A jolt goes through your body as he does it another time.
“You taste so sweet, baby,” he moans into you, his hands massaging your thighs; tongue dipping into your hole and nose brushing against your clit.
You moan and mewl as he slowly kisses and licks you to your orgasm, you can't even remember how many you've had that day, but what you do know is that the last one was the best one.
“Where'd you learn to use your tongue like that?” you ask him out of breath as he's lying next to you.
“Natural talent, y/l/n,” JJ boasts and turns his head to kiss you, twisting his tongue with yours and then pulling you closer. His hand is harshly gripping your thigh, pulling your leg over his own; while your own hands are entangled in his hair. There's a sense of security in the way he kisses you, like you know he won't leave even if you'd tell him to.
“JJ-” you try to pull away, but his lips keep on chasing yours, even when you try to get his attention by biting him. So, you pull on his hair, holding his head in place and making him whine with it.
“S’unfair,” he murmurs.
“I have to go home, it's late,” you remind him.
“You could stay, I could show you how much better I am at morning sex,” JJ tries to convince you, but you know it's impossible.
You let go of his head and twirl a strand of his hair in between your fingers. “It's a charming proposal, but you know I can't. He'll come looking for me, and we don't want that to happen, do we?”
“I’ll let you go if you answer me one question.”
You roll your eyes at his antics, but agree to it anyway. “Deal, dumbass,” you smile.
“Why’d you text me?” JJ whispers, and you sigh, turning around to look at the ceiling.
“I don't know,” you lie.
“I think you do, you're just lying to yourself if you say anything else. Because I wouldn't have told you to come by if I didn't feel the same,” he admits and nuzzles his face into your neck.
“It's a polar opposite. And I never thought- It's difficult to know you want a specific thing when you never had it, and once it’s there, it's hard to forget about it. And he won't give me that, I know it,” you explain quietly and JJ kisses your neck in response.
“I would never even consider not letting you cum, baby,” he hushes against your skin, and it gives you goosebumps all over. It's cozy and loving in a way, and it might just scare the life out of you when you realize that you crave this affection he's giving you.
“I have to go,” you press out and jump up, leaving JJ groaning as he runs his hands over his face. You find your clothes pretty quickly and put them back on, while he stays in bed, lying there looking like a Greek god.
“You look severely fuck out. I like it,” he grins, his head propped up on his hand. “Walk of shame material?”
“Nah, nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You know that's not what I meant,” you sigh and leave the room to go look for the bathroom.
“Left,” JJ calls out, and you turn left, towards the end of the hallway and enter the small bathroom. You don't understand how they can live in such a narrow space, but you know mentioning it will not end well.
Your curls are standing up in every possible direction and your eyes look extremely tired.
“See, not bad at all,” JJ smirks, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Do you have a hair tie or something?” you ask, and he steps behind you and pulls a drawer open. You pick out a simple black hair tie that could easily pass as one of your own, and wind your hair into a loose knot.
“Tell me again why I should let you go back to that asshole?” JJ asks, laying his chin on your shoulder.
“One, because he's not an asshole, and two, because he's gonna kill you. I don't want to see you dead, you're really good at what you do,” you say while looking at him through the mirror, and the smile on his face gets deeper as you speak.
“The secret side piece,” JJ flashes his brows at you, and you can't stop the light chuckle that leaves you. Charming and sweet and all you should ever want and need-
“I really have to go now,” you remind yourself, and he lets go of you.
When you walk out onto the porch, your eyes meet Sarah's and your heart stops, but you can't let yourself get caught up in it. You know, she hasn't spoken to Rafe in a whole year. She surely won't break that silence just to tell on you.
Your feet quickly move you towards your car, but before you can open your door, you are harshly turned around and pushed against the metal.
JJ kisses you so hard, you wish you could go back inside and do it all over again. His hand is holding onto your neck while the other is gripping your waist. It feels like the best kiss in your entire life, and it awakes something inside of you that you had long thought dead. The tiny flutter in your stomach is as faint as a gust of wind in spring, but you know it's there, and you know it'll just complicate everything else with it.
When he pulls away, he does it slowly, leaving an abundance of small, soft kisses on your lips before running his thumb over them.
“She won't tell. None of them will, I promise,” he whispers and you nod, believing him.
“You should go. Didn't know kissing alone could turn a guy on like that.” You smirk innocently as your hand traces over his erection, and he can't even hide it because he hadn't thought about putting on anything more than underwear.
“That's all you,” JJ whispers and kisses you one last time. “Text me,” he says before stepping back and letting you get into your car.
As you drive off, you can see him flipping off his friends before going inside; and then the house, and all of them with it, vanish as you make your way back home.
“Where were you?” Rafe bludgeons as soon as you get through the door.
“Out. You don't need to know everything, you know?” you snap at him.
“You didn't text and were gone for hours, y/n.”
“Shit, you sound more like my parents then my parents ever did,” you laugh and make your way into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice and downing it in one go.
“Excuse me for giving a fuck,” Rafe barks, and you roll your eyes.
“If you hadn't been selfish, like fucking always, I wouldn't have walked out.”
“I wanted to make it up to you. You left!” he counters and you gulp hard.
“Tell me what you would've done. Something that puts me first for a change or no?” Your blood is boiling and there is nothing that can stop your fit of rage. It had been easier to look past Rafe's selfish tendencies when you hadn't known any better, but now that you do, you can't help but get annoyed at him for it.
“Where's this coming from now?” he laughs, pacing along the room.
“God, why can't you fucking open your eyes! You know, sometimes I fake it just so it's over quicker,” you spit out, but he knows it's a lie, it's the one thing you promised each other to never lie about.
“You never tell me what you want either,” Rafe says, and you hate that it's true.
“Would you do it if I did?”
“I can try,” he raises his shoulders in what feels like defeat to you, but you can't be sure.
“Good,” you glare, but you know it's unnecessary.
“Now?” he asks, somewhat hopeful, but you shake your head.
“Maybe tomorrow, or whenever. I'm tired right now,” you sigh and make your way upstairs to take a bath.
The hot water is soaking your body, and you close your eyes and let it play out again. How JJ kept kissing you as he fucked you senseless, how his praises worked way better for you than Rafe's degradations. How he had kept looking up at you with his head buried between your legs.
Your hand travels down between your legs, rubbing soft circles on your clit, and it's not enough. Your fingers plunge into your pussy, curling perfectly, but it's not enough. You can't reach, and it frustrates you.
You step out of the tub, dripping wet as you make your way into the bedroom and Rafe doesn't complain when you straddle him. And he complains even less you start to fuck yourself with his dick. It's not something you’ve ever done with him, but he wants to be better for you, and he doesn't mind as long as he gets to fuck you one way or the other.
“Tell me how much you want me,” you moan softly while bouncing on his huge cock. The light stinging feeling his size always causes you just adds to your pleasure.
“You're so fucking hot, fucking me like the slut you are,” Rafe rasps, holding onto your hips.
“No, something nice. Tell me something nice.” You shake your head but keep going anyway.
“Uhm, okay… You're fucking me so well, baby,” Rafe says, but his eyebrows are furrowed until you moan louder.
“Yes, more.”
“I love your tight pussy, baby,” he groans, and you fall down on top of him, kissing him, but it doesn't feel at all like you had hoped. He tastes like whiskey, but you craved the mix of weed and beer. Yet all of your thoughts about it fly out the window when he stops your hips and starts pounding into you from below.
“Faster,” you gasp into him, biting his lip and digging your nails into his shoulders. It's mind-bending, they way he fucks you and his uncontrollable noises turn you on even more. Rafe grunts and moans like you've not heard it before, and you wish you had made him try it earlier.
“Fuck, baby, tell me you're close,” Rafe moans, and you press your face against his shoulder, feeling the band inside you tighten.
“So close, babe, don't stop,” you cry out and snake a hand down to your clit rubbing harshly and suddenly JJ's words echo in your mind.
“Cum for me, y/n. Be a good girl and let go.”
You scream when your orgasm rips through you and Rafe follows just a second later, pushing in deeper and painting your walls in his pretty white.
“Keep going, just a bit,” you instruct him, and he fucks his cum into you with a few more thrusts until you tell him to stop again.
“That was probably the best sex we ever had,” you sigh, still not ready to get up and have him leave you.
“Definitely top ten,” Rafe pants and runs his hand over your back.
“No, definitely the best,” you argue with a smile and he caves.
“All right, the best.”
After having cleaned up you're back in bed, and cuddled into his side, your head resting on his chest.
“Why didn't you tell me all that earlier? We could've done this already,” he whispers, and you don't know how to come up with a good lie.
“I don't know. Maybe I hoped you'd figure it out on your own one day.”
“It's very different from what we usually do,” Rafe mumbles, brushing over your hair.
“I like how you fuck me, but sometimes I need something for me. I need control too,” you whisper and he kisses your head.
“We can do that.”
“Good.”
“I love you,” Rafe sighs, and you can hear his breath slow as he falls asleep.
Your dreams are haunted by JJ, always, and you wish you could turn it off. Sometimes Rafe gets to him, other times you see yourself living the Pogue life, as if that was ever something you'd even do as much as consider. But tonight it's different from any other time.
You are at home, Rafe is sitting at the kitchen island, and JJ is lying on the couch. They are both aware of each other and not actively trying to murder one another. The whole scene makes you incredibly suspicious, but it just gets worse when two blonde children come running in.
“Dad!” one of them yells and both JJ and Rafe pick up their heads.
“What's up?” Rafe asks and gets up from his seat, giving you a loving smile before leaning down to the child and talking to it.
“Well, your friends are pretty fucking stupid for not getting it,” Rafe tells the child and JJ snorts.
“Yeah, what's not to get? My wife has another guy, and we play daddy roulette every single time.”
“Daddy roulette?” you ask and furrow your brows at the two.
“You said it's better to not know. Removes the thing for fighting or whatever,” JJ explains.
“This one, definitely mine,” Rafe points at your stomach, and you look down at yourself to see yourself severely pregnant. Your belly is bigger than you'd ever imagined and it feels even worse.
“Why is it so big?” Your heart starts racing, and you feel like you're about to fall over.
“That's because we're having twins. You got a Maybank and a Cameron in there, baby, just like you love it,” JJ grins and your vision goes blurry.
“Y/n, will you please stop screaming? I was trying to sleep!” Rafe groans after shaking you awake.
“Sorry,” you mumble and turn away from him.
“Bad dream or what?” he asks.
“You don't have to pretend to care,” you whisper, and he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.
“I do care, but I also really need to sleep, baby,” he mumbles and kisses your neck a single time.
“We should just sleep,” you mutter and this time you are allowed to get your few hours of dreamless sleep instead of being haunted by your mistakes.
Weeks turn into months, and one hookup every other week turns to some every other day.
The more Rafe tries to focus more on you, the more you seem to crave JJ and the lightness of what you have with him.
Like the quick fucks in the Country Club restroom, or the “business meetings” you tell Rafe about. After all, you really don't have a choice, because where Rafe is still reluctant to go down on you, JJ is offering it every single time, even when you are really not capable of cumming another time.
You know it would be technically easy to break up with Rafe, but you can't. You promised your dead father to marry a good man, someone from a good family. And Rafe is exactly what your dad had in mind.
And even if that wasn't the case, you still couldn't, or just don't want to, really.
You like that every girl on the island seems to want what you have, especially with both boys on your leash. You like that people are scared of you, because they know Rafe does what you tell him to, and not because he’s scared, no because he knows it's the best way to live his life. What most people don't know is that although still rich, the Camerons had suffered a dent in their savings, and not a small one. But you, you are secured by a long line of rich assholes. Old money. More than you could ever spend in a lifetime. Which just means that Rafe doesn't have the faintest idea why he should ever leave you. You are his perfect package deal.
“boat day?” The text from JJ rips you out of your thoughts, and you praise the fact that Rafe has the day packed with meetings.
“sure” you reply quickly and get back to doing your hair.
“I should come pick you up”
“no, you really shouldn't.” You shake your head at his dangerously stupid idea. The boat thing is after all already risky, you don't need to up the chances of anyone finding out. “Will be there in 30.”
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Kiara scoffs as soon as you get out of your car.
“I invited her,” JJ shrugs as if it's nothing special and keeps walking towards the pier.
“You shouldn't get to invite anyone, especially not the Kook bitch who keeps fucking you on the side to get back at her even worse Kook boyfriend,” Kiara complains.
“I'm not getting back at anyone,” you smile at her, knowing how much it must enrage her that you keep your cool and calm exterior.
“Just, please be nice, Kie,” JJ yells from afar and you hide your grin.
“John B!” Kiara hollers and walks back into the house, while you keep standing there, leaning against your car.
As soon as JJ comes back they all gather on the porch, discussing the matter of your attendance.
“You know I can hear you, right?” you say loudly after Kiara had called you a slut the third time in a row.
“Then why are you still here?” she snaps at you.
You stroll towards the steps that lead up the porch and walk to where they are standing. It's not that you are particularly happy that they are all there too, but you at least have the decency to be nice to them, if not for anything but JJ’s sake.
“I'm interested in what your issue is here,” you ask and Sarah scoffs.
“Maybe that you're a horrible person. Using JJ? Cheating on my brother?”
“Oh, a horse can only be that high,” you smile at her.
JJ tugs on your hand and makes you look at him. “You said you'd be nice.”
“I am nice. I'm not the one calling people slut and whore and what else y'all can come up with for me. But I'm not gonna stand here and hear these insults if they can't even take one back. And for the record that wasn't an insult, it was the truth and y'all know it,” you say and John B runs his hands through his hair, visibly on edge.
“Are you kidding me? You literally insult us all the fucking time,” Kiara spits at you, and you can't help the tiny laugh that escapes you.
“I don't insult Pogues, you guys have it hard enough as is, but… you're not a Pogue, Carrera. I guess that means you're fair game, because that one,” you point at Sarah, “is basically family, as much as I hate to say it, and you don't go against your own.”
“You’re not my family. You'll never be,” Sarah shakes her head.
“Okay,” you roll your eyes at her.
“Can we just-” JJ tries to get control of the conversation, but Kiara stops him.
“No, we can't. If she's here, I'm leaving.”
“Y'all are the worst fucking friends in the world,” you laugh and take a step back, ready to leave. “Incredible.” You turn around and walk back to your car, JJ right behind you.
“Don't leave, please,” he asks, and you stop in your tracks, turning around on the dirt and looking straight at him.
“I tried, you can't tell me to do more than that. I'm not gonna be called a whore and slut every five fucking minutes. It's appalling how your friends can't even pretend to like me for a few hours, but I'm supposed to do so while also being insulted. I'm not doing that. I'm sorry.”
“I'll make it up to you, just don't go,” he begs and you shake your head.
“No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“I mean, no, because you have nothing to make up to me. They are the ones constantly fucking up. Last time you told them beforehand, and suddenly they all had different plans. They hate me,” you tell him, but he didn't seem to wanna hear it.
“Can we just try and-”
“I did try. Don't force me to do this, J. I can't do this if they can't even manage to not call me names,” you say quietly, and he takes your face in his hands, warm and calloused.
“Will you wait just another few minutes and if I can't fix it, we will go to my place. Sound all right?” His voice is low and raspy, and it's making you wet just a little bit.
“You never invited me to your house before,” you whisper, blushing and pressing your thighs together to try to get rid of the growing desire between them.
“It's an equally favorable outcome to the other thing then?”
“More favorable to me,” you smile and lean up to peck his lips. “Use that magical charm of yours,” you whisper and push him back to go talk to his friends.
Half an hour later you're all sitting on the small boat somewhere in the marsh.
“You want a beer?” JJ asks and hands you a can. “You know how to shotgun, right?”
I can pretend I don't so you can show me,” you smile at him and he laughs.
“That would be cheating.”
You grin at him before taking out your keys, plunging a hole in the can and chugging it in a matter of seconds.
“Impressive,” JJ notes before shotgunning his own can and dropping some beer on his sun kissed skin. You don't even think about it when you lean in and kiss the droplets away. Your kisses trail upwards, along his neck until they connect to his mouth, and he kisses you like his life depends on it. His hands come up to hold your face, while yours are in his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of it.
“I should shotgun a few more if this is the new process,” JJ smirks, his forehead leaning against yours.
You blink slowly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and giving him a small nod. “M-hmm,” you hum, and he places another kiss on your lips.
“Should we, uh, play a game or?” Pope suggests, and you turn to shift your focus away from JJ and towards the people he calls his friends.
“What type of game?” you ask with a genuine interest.
“Truth or dare,” Kiara suggests with a mean smile on her face.
“Who starts?” you ask and give her a polite smile, serving its intended purpose when she rolls her eyes.
“Truth or dare, princess,” JJ asks and turns your head towards him with a simple nudge of his finger.
“Truth,” you whisper.
“Why did you come when I asked?”
“Because I like you,” you gaze into his blue eyes, and he smiles, “for more than the incredible sex also. It's actually pretty fun with you.”
“Definite win on my end,” he whispers.
“Truth or dare… John B,” you say before turning your head to look at him. He gives you a confused look, his eyes jumping between JJ and you.
“Truth,” he shrugs.
“Do you actually hate me or do you just hate me because your girlfriend hates me?” Your smile is sugar sweet, but the glare you give Sarah could definitely make milk curdle.
“I mean, you're a Kook and I don't understand what this is,” he gestures at JJ and you. “But I guess, I don't know you enough to hate you or like you.”
His answer genuinely surprises you because you didn't think he'd be honest and not just say the thing Sarah wanted to hear.
The game goes back and forth with a few dares and a few harmless truths in between, until it's Sarah's turn, and she glares at you as if she wants to actually kill you.
“Truth or Dare, y/l/n?”
“Dare,” you reply quickly, and her mean smile grows wider.
“Call Rafe and tell him where you are,” she demands.
“It's 2:30pm, he's in a meeting. I'm not gonna call him during a meeting just because of a stupid game,” you scoff and laugh at her stupid dare.
“How do you know he's in a meeting right this second?” she hits back at you, and you can't help but laugh even more, but you catch yourself and answer a bit more seriously.
“I have his schedule memorized. That's what you do when you're a good girlfriend.”
“A good girlfriend wouldn't cheat!” she screams at you.
“You think he doesn't? That's a pretty narrow-minded way to look at it, sis.” You know the new nickname has her boiling, and the little sadistic part of your brain loves to see it. “And you don't get to talk about cheating, everyone is aware of your timeline errors.”
“I never loved Topper,” she defends herself, as if it makes her morally superior to you.
“And I don't love Rafe, but you at least had a fucking choice because your shitty life was never bound to you marrying whoever your parents pick so you ‘get to’ inherent what would rightfully be yours anyway. So don't fucking tell me what to do with my life, because everyone else has always done it too, and they had more legitimacy for it,” you yell at her, unintentionally spilling more of your secrets than you had initially wanted to, and they all go quiet. The only thing you can hear after you're done is a few frogs, the birds close by, the waves crashing against the boat and your heart pounding in your chest.
JJ pulls you in closer and hugs you while placing soft, calming kisses on your neck.
“I wanna go home,” you whisper to him, tired of having had to pretend, even if it had just been for an hour.
“Let me talk to them. I promise it's gonna get better,” he says and gets up.
There's no doubt in your mind that it won't. Yet you don't understand why you keep giving him, and with it, them, one chance after the other, when you wouldn't usually give anyone even a second chance. You look out onto the water, your legs propped up, arms around them and your head lying on your knees. You think back to the last night you had with your dad, before he had died in a horrible car crash. T-boned by a drunk driver who hadn't seen a red light. You think about how you had tried to convince him to change his mind, that you could run the company without a man by your side, that you were good enough. But all your pleas had fallen on deaf ears. And your mom isn't any better. She decided to stay away, vacating in Palm Beach and only coming home every other month to make sure you are still alive. She deals with grief like that. By sunbathing and drinking and pretending like everything is fine and perfect and not at all in shambles.
Instead, you decided to close off your heart, and that worked for nearly two years until JJ decided to charm his way into it. You don't like it, the thought of feeling all this pain again. Or worse, to know once you let yourself love, the pain will be inevitable. People leave one way or the other, that's how life has always been and how it always will be.
“Hey,” John B rips you out of your head, and you don't even turn to look at him as he sits down next to you.
“What do you want?” you say in the meanest way you can conjure, but it still sounds pathetic.
“I'm sorry about your dad, I know he died a few years back. I, uhm, I just wanted to say I understand how hard it can be to live up to their expectations, especially after they-”
“I don't need your pity, Routledge,” you snap and look at him. “You don't know anything about me. You don't have to pretend to care.”
“I was just trying to help,” he apologizes and gets up again.
Your mind wanders back to the night, to the pain. It's scarily easy to revisit that memory. Seeing yourself standing over the table in the morgue, having to identify that, “yes, that's my dad,” because your mother had broken down as soon as the message had come through. You were keeping yourself together for her, for everyone around you who came with their condolences and expected a consolation prize for caring the bare minimum. You remember taking the ring from his cold, stiff finger. You remember having to pick out the casket, the suit, the food, where and when and how and-
You feel like your lungs are empty, like you had stopped breathing air, but pain and desperation instead. Tears are building in your eyes. You can't blink, can't let them run, can't let anyone see you cry, especially not these people. The only one who has gotten to see you cry ever, apart from your parents, is Rafe. And maybe you are aware that you can't leave him because he knows the part of you that you try so hard to keep hidden. Because he was the only one caring for you when everyone else was solely relying on you.
And now you are hurting him, in a way you never thought you would, but you can't help it, you're too far in it now. You need to tell him, needed two months ago, but you hadn't, because you were scared of breaking his heart. Because you know telling him might mean losing the one good and secure thing you had going for yourself.
Maybe you never considered it love, because it doesn't look like the love from the movies and books you basically inhaled in your early teens. Maybe you do have a childish outlook on love after all, because whatever connects you and Rafe goes deeper than that.
“You okay?” JJ asks, standing over you, and you muster a faint smile for him.
“I just really wanna go home now, I'm sorry,” you apologize for it, although you know you're not the only one at fault for it. You're soft for him, because he needs it, because you need it in a way. But it's so different from Rafe and you don't know if you can survive without either of them. If you could, you'd put them in a blender and get the perfect boyfriend out of it. But life isn't a fairy tale.
“It's okay,” he smiles and kisses your forehead before turning to the steering wheel and starting the engine.
As soon as you're back at the Château you get off the boat and basically run towards your car. If not for JJ, you wouldn't even think twice about ever coming back. But this was his second home, his happy place.
“Hey, y/n, wait a sec,” JJ calls after you and you stop to turn around.
“I don't care if they like me, J, but I'm not gonna be able to do this again. Not like this. I really want to, for you, but if they can't bring up the same amount of- They need to try too, all of them, and not when I accidentally tell them my whole life story so they can pity me. I'm not gonna do it that way,” you say softly and he nods.
“I understand. Will you text me that you got home safe? Please,” he whispers and you nod. There's a moment of silence, insecure and heavy, as if he doesn't know what to do, so you do the only thing you can think of to stop the awkward moment from prolonging. In a quick motion you lean up and kiss his cheek.
As soon as you come home you text him a quick “am home” and turn back to wallowing in your sadness.
It takes Rafe another two hours to get back home and as soon as he walks in, you jump into his arms, trying to find the little security you knew you could always hold onto.
“Hey, baby, what's up? Huh? Missed me that much?” Rafe asks with a light chuckle while holding you up, with one arm around your waist and the other holding onto his bag.
“Missed you,” you mumble into him, not wanting to actually tell him why you are feeling down, but you know you need to. Soon. Very soon.
He puts down his bag and carries you into the kitchen, sitting you down on the island and taking your puffy face in his hands.
“What happened?” he asks softly, softer than you know him.
“I don't want you to be angry with me,” you whisper, and he prods the inside of his cheek with his tongue before nodding.
“I won't be, I promise.”
“I, uh…,” the words get stuck in your throat, and you feel the tears well up again.
“Whatever it is, you know I love you,” he says, and it makes your heart feel even heavier.
“I've been seeing someone else,” you whisper, and he takes a step back, laughing and running his hands through his hair. There is no mistake in how mad he is, because this was a new level of mad, one you haven't seen before.
“Who?” he barks and you flinch. “Who is it, y/n?”
“No, you'll hurt him. I won't let you hurt him,” you shake your head, and he steps closer again.
“Why should I give a fuck about how you feel right now? Huh?! For how long have you been cheating on me?” he screams into your face.
“Rafe, please,” you beg softly, and he takes a step away again, and a second later his fist lands in a cabinet door.
“How long, y/n?” he yells.
“Four months,” you whisper and he laughs.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
“I didn't know- It's confusing and then today-” you stammer, and he interrupts you.
“You were with him today? That's why you're crying? And you expect me to not go and kill that guy instantly?”
“I love you,” you yell at him, and he stops, furrowing his brows and looking at you more confused than you have ever seen him.
“What?”
“I think so, at least. It's very confusing,” you mumble, looking down at your hands.
“Is that supposed to be an apology? You tell me you've been fucking some asshole on the side and think it'll all be made okay by finally telling me that you love me after two years?” His anger is back, but he's still confused, and you don't know what to do about it. All you know is that you need to be truthful about it, as much as you can, as much as he lets you.
“I know it doesn't make sense and I know it's not an apology. I don't mean it like that. But today, things were said by other people, not him, he was trying to help- I don't know what I feel,” you shake your head.
“None of that makes any sense, baby,” Rafe runs his hand over his face.
“I didn't think that what I felt for you was love because no one ever told me it could be like that. But I do. I love you and I made a horrible mistake, but I would have never known- I can't survive on just one. I need both of you to be happy,” you say, and he steps closer, harshly taking your face in his hand.
“Who!”
“JJ,” you whisper and his hand slips down to your throat, holding you tight enough to restrict your blood flow, making you dizzy.
“You let a dirty Pogue fuck you? And then you come back here and pretend like nothing happened?”
“I love you,” you are practically begging him to not hurt JJ, your own well-being has become secondary the moment you decided to tell Rafe about it all.
“Is that why you wanted to do all that new shit?” he laughs almost hysterically, squeezing a little tighter and your vision starts getting blurry.
“Please,” you choke out, and he lets go again.
“You know what the worst part is? That this started making more sense in the last few months, and now you're tellin’ me it's because you’re fucking Maybank on the side. That's fucked up, y/n,” Rafe shakes his head.
“I never got mad at you for cheating on me,” you remind him quietly, it's a low blow, but you know it's gonna do the trick. His escapades early on in your relationship, and even a few slip ups in the first year after your dad hadn't bothered you much anyway back then.
“No, but you never got mad at me for anything because you don't have a fucking heart. You were acting like a fucking robot until-,” he doesn't even finish the sentence, only shaking his head yet again.
“I don't understand why, Rafe. You have to believe me. And I tried not to. I did. For months before. And then it happened once, and I tried to stay away but then you- you hurt my feelings and I had no one else-” you stammer, and he glares at you.
“The best sex we ever had? Because you had just fucked him?”
“I know you. You're not happy with all I need. And everything you can give me- It's not enough, and I hate myself for it. I wish it was but it isn't. And I can't keep on trying to change you. I won't do that to you. It's not fair to either of us,” you whisper.
“You think you can have us both? Maybe we should call your little boy toy and ask him what he thinks, because apparently you value his fucking Pogue opinion more than me!” Rafe snaps and rips the phone from your back pocket.
“Rafe, please don't,” you cry, and he smirks, but it's neither playful nor sweet, it's simply vicious.
“Oh, I have a way worse idea, baby, and you won't say no because you love me, right?” he taunts, and you nod slowly, knowing whatever’s to happen next won't be the last punishment you receive for your crimes.
Rafe throws you over his shoulder and carries you upstairs and into the bedroom. Throwing you on the bed as if you weigh nothing.
You know not to move when he's in a mood, he'll do it by himself or give you strict orders to follow. Doing anything on your own account will just make it worse for you.
“Take off that horrible dress,” he barks while walking into the closet to pick out a tie and get his special box for you. You do as you are told, and he comes over to you, pulling on your arms and tying your wrists together behind your back so you can't use your hands anymore.
Then he pulls on the strings of the tiny bikini you had on, having expected to go swimming before you had left for JJ’s. The flimsy piece comes undone and Rafe slaps your ass a single time, but it stings harsh enough for you to whine a little.
“The more you cry, the worse it'll get,” he threatens, and you try to swallow the pain as he sits and pulls you to lie over his lap, spanking you for half an eternity. And even when he's done and goes over to softly massaging your butt, it's still stinging, and you don't know how much more you can take if this was the start of it.
“You think that was enough? Or do you deserve some more?” Rafe asks and you gulp before replying quietly.
“I was a very bad girl,” you say, just like he always wanted to hear. It had only happened two times before that he had decided to play these games in such an extreme way. The first time you had drunkenly flirted with some Touron and Rafe had decided it was the best way to teach you a lesson. That was a month into your relationship. The second time was a week before your dad had died, and he keeps telling you that he regrets doing it, but you know he doesn't. You had made fun of his family that night, just a little bit, but it had been enough to grant a punishment.
But neither of those come close to the pain you imagine he must be feeling right now. And you rather let him take his anger out on you than go and hurt JJ. That was the better option, surely.
“Yes, you were, baby. That's why you're gonna do whatever I say now. You know the rules. And if you cum I'll hurt you some more,” Rafe pulls you back up and you nod.
“Won't cum.”
“Good. Now lay down and let me fuck your throat,” he says, and you hesitate for a second but do it anyway. He's aware that you don't like it, not because it's not fun, but because he's simply too big for you to be able to breathe properly while doing it on his terms.
Yet here you are, lying on the bed with your head hanging off the edge. But before he tells you to open up, he goes to his box, taking out a tiny device and smirking mischievously.
“You know what, we're doing it differently tonight,” Rafe pulls you up to sit. Then he goes to bend you over and for a moment you think he's just gonna fuck you, but instead he shoves the toy into you, filling both holes without any prep, and you cry out at the unexpected intrusion and the low vibrations of the toy.
“No. You're not gonna cum from that, and if there's anything on that when I pull it out, I'll make it hurt worse. Do you understand?” He warns and you nod.
“I understand.”
“Good. Kneel,” he orders and points at the rug in front of the bed and you follow diligently.
When he tells you to open up, you do it, and when he tells you to moan around him, you do it, and when he tells you to look into the camera, you do it, albeit reluctantly.
Rafe doesn't care that you're close to choking on his cock, or that you can't stop the tears from streaming down your cheek. He doesn't care that your jaw will hurt for the two following days. He doesn't care because he knows it's still not enough punishment, and you know he's right.
Once he's happy with his little video, he tells you to get up and lie down again, and once you do, he pulls you towards the edge of the bed again and goes back to fucking your throat. What you can't see, because his balls are in your face, is that he's gone back to filming you, especially the part where his dick goes so far down your throat that it's visible on your neck.
Somehow you managed to blend out the vibrations in your pussy and ass, the low intensity was barely doing anything to you but edge you on more and more.
“You're a real slut, aren't you, baby,” he huffs after pulling out and manhandling you to be face down before him. Your legs are propped up and spread wide as he harshly pulls the toy out, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your throat.
“Tell me you love me again, and I might stop,” he rasps, and you are about to say it, but just as you open your mouth to speak, he thrusts into you. An obscenely loud moan is all you can conjure before he starts ramming into you.
“Tell me how much you love me!”
“Love you, Rafe. Love you and your cock so much,” you cry out and a second later your phone lands on the bed right next to your head.
“Look who called to check up on you, baby. Tell him how much you love when I take what's mine!” Rafe demands and your eyes fill with tears as you see the screen.
“What the fuck is this?” JJ asks and you sob.
“Rafe, no,” you cry.
“You want him so bad, he has to know what it means to share you. Because I'm not letting you go, baby,” Rafe growls, fucking you harder and your tears keep on streaming.
“Princess, it's okay. Focus,” JJ tells you through the phone, and you don't understand why he didn't hang up immediately.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Rafe, please,” you beg, but he won't stop, not until he's got what he wants.
“Tell him how much you love me,” Rafe barks, pulling on your hair and yanking you towards him. “You don't get to make any demands tonight, baby. You know what you did to me!”
He pushes you back down, and you land face first in the duvet, sobbing uncontrollably. “I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry,” you are close to hyperventilating. Your body is sore and tired, but he won't stop the attack on your poor pussy.
“You hear that Maybank, she loves me!” Rafe says, jealousy drenching his voice, and picks up the phone. “But I still don't think she deserves to cum. Do you?”
“You're sick, Rafe,” JJ hisses through the phone, but your mind is starting to go blank, the noise of his skin slapping against your own, and the quenching sound of your pussy is filling your ears.
“No, she's sick. One dick isn't enough for the little bitch. Nah, she needs two fillings to feel better about herself,” Rafe laughs, and you're so far gone that you can barely hear him anymore.
“Princess, focus on me. Come on, pretty girl,” JJ pleads and you nod absentmindedly.
“Shit, stop,” Rafe moans, but you can't. JJ's soft, loving words of encouragement have triggered your release, and you really don't have any control over it.
You moan so loud you think the whole island might hear, but you don't care, actually. And when you push your ass back into Rafe he loses his game and cums so hard that he collapses onto you almost instantly.
Panting you lie there, incapable of saying a single word, but at least JJ had disconnected the call.
“I get it now,” Rafe pants and pulls you into him, hugging you and kissing the top of your head. “Maybe I can learn to live with it.”
“Love you,” is all you manage to say before your exhaustion takes over, and you fall into a deep dreamless slumber.
You don't even feel like getting up the next morning, but you do it anyway. Pulling on one of Rafe's shirts to feel a tiny bit of familiar comfort you prod downstairs after having cleaned up the tiniest bit.
“Good morning,” Rafe says as soon as you step into the kitchen.
“Morning,” you walk past him, kissing his cheek just like any normal day. But unlike any normal day, Rafe isn't dressed yet, he's only got his shorts on and something tells you he had planned it.
“I don't think you should get to wear my shirts right now. I'm still mad at you, remember?” he nods at you, and you sigh, wanting to turn back and go change, but his hand shoots out to hold you back. “Oh, no, no. You're gonna take it off here. And you're gonna eat without it on.”
“But I don't have anything else on,” you complain quietly and he shrugs.
“Not my problem.”
You pull the shirt over your head and hand it to him. “Anything else?”
“Actually, yeah,” Rafe gives you a lopsided grin before sitting you up on the island.
It stings when he pushes into you, stretching you to your limit without any prep. But it's a punishment, you shouldn't enjoy it anyway.
His grunts and curses and intensely hard thrusts make you whimper, but at least he doesn't tell you off about it this time. Instead, he encourages you, wanting to see the tears and as soon as they start running his thrusts grow sloppier.
“I brought waffles as a peace offering,” you hear JJ's voice and footsteps that are coming closer. Your head spins around, and you stare at him across the room. The shock on his face tells you that he had just as much been blindsided by this as you, and it takes him another moment to drag his eyes away from the scene. But Rafe just laughs and keeps fucking you.
“Look at him, he can't even look at you while I fuck you. How the fuck is that supposed to work, baby?”
“As if you'd like to see it the other way round,” JJ snaps back at him, his back still turned to you. But the pain is too much, you can't take it anymore.
“J, please,” it's a mere whisper that leaves you, but he walks over to you anyway, avoiding looking at Rafe.
“It's all right, I'm here,” JJ whispers to you while caressing your hair, and you look up at him, into his pretty blue eyes.
“Make her cum,” Rafe demands and JJ rolls his eyes.
“You know, if you were better at it, she would've never fucked me in the first place,” JJ glares at him, but you pull on his collar, kissing him and moaning into his mouth while Rafe keeps fucking you.
“You're doing so great, princess. Such a good girl,” JJ praises you and your stomach starts filling with tiny butterflies.
“More,” you moan and JJ looks up at Rafe.
“Touch her,” he orders and for some reason Rafe does what he says and starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit.
“Oh God!” you scream, so close to your release that you feel like bursting. Your back lifts off the cold marble and your lips tremble.
“That's it. Look at me baby,” JJ whispers and when your eyes meet his you feel afloat, just like the first time. “Let go,” he hushes, and your eyes roll back. You scream and feel how hard it is for Rafe to keep fucking you, but he tries anyway until he can't hold back anymore and fills you up with his hot seed.
“That was better than last night,” Rafe pants while tucking himself away and JJ comes around to pull you up and carry you upstairs.
“Is this what you want?” JJ asks quietly after sitting you down on the toilet. Your voice is strained, but you only manage to nod a yes.
“We'll have to put down some ground rules, because I really don't wanna be in a situation where I find out what Rafe looks like when he finishes. That was way too close already,” JJ says while letting in a bath for you.
“I'm sorry,” you rasp, but he shakes his head.
“Don't apologize. If I hadn't told you to come by yesterday, this wouldn't be happening. And you should save your voice,” he smiles.
The hot water helps with the pain, but leaning back into JJ and being with him without having to think about what might happen if someone finds out is freeing. It's nice and good and feels a thousand times better than before.
“I don't care if they get it or not. I know you can't help it,” he whispers to you, softly massaging your sore thighs under the water. “Stupid hearts,” he sighs.
“You okay?” Rafe asks, standing in the door, and you turn to look at him and nod. “Good. I have to go to work,” he says and takes a few steps over to kiss you softly. “Love you,” he whispers and turns around to leave without waiting for you to say it back.
The following days are filled with planning and talking and fighting over phrasings, but in the end they manage to come to a conclusion that they can both live with. The easiest one at that. You get to choose, anything and everything when it comes to what happens between the three of you, in this weird new relationship you found yourself in.
Most nights you find yourself sleeping in JJ's bed instead of your own, but Rafe doesn't mind it much, never having been much of a cuddler himself. But when it gets to your darkest moments, you don't trust yourself enough to talk to JJ, maybe it's stupid, but somehow you can't change it.
Yet you also don't think you'll ever regret your decision, especially when you're waking up to JJ plastering you with kisses before slowly fucking you awake. Or when he goes to eat you out while a boring movie is playing.
Or when Rafe comes home frustrated from a meeting and uses you in any way you let him, and sometimes he even lets JJ join and not just sit there and please you mentally.
Your new favorite thing has to be sucking off JJ while Rafe is plowing into you.
With every deep thrust of Rafe's hard cock into your clenching core, you moan louder around JJ, and it's even harder for him to not cum as soon as he sees your puffy lips wrapped around his dick. And you love to swirl your tongue and play with his balls a little, slapping your lips and cheeks with his pretty cock until he begs for you to suck him dry.
The days in between when you get time to recover properly are filled with surf lessons from JJ or going shopping with Rafe.
It's passed the point where only the three of you and the people close to you know about the arrangement. Especially parties start to be a boiling pot for dramatics.
You're at the Boneyard, playing stupid drinking games with JJ, having fun the way teenagers are supposed to be.
You're aware that the people around you talk, but you couldn't care less because you're on cloud nine, too happy to let anybody ruin it. But JJ is the complete opposite. The more people he hears, the more agitated he gets.
“What’ya say?” he snaps at some guy, pushing him back.
“Chill bro,” the boy tries to laugh it off.
“No, repeat what you said, asshole,” JJ pushes.
“Only the biggest of sluts need-” He doesn't get to finish the repetition of his words when JJ's fist lands in his face. You yell for him to stop, but it's like he's in a trance. It takes both John B and Pope, who storm over from the other side of the party, to pull JJ off the guy.
“What the fuck, bro,” John B shoves JJ backwards but J just laughs.
“He deserved it.”
“Why ‘cause he said something mean?” Pope snaps, and you cross your arms in front of your chest.
“You wouldn't get it, Pope,” JJ shakes his head and looks up at the night sky. “Y'all just don't get it.”
“We don't, because it doesn't make sense,” Pope counters and you scoff.
“Just because you don't understand something, doesn't mean it's shit or that we're horrible people for it.”
“I didn't say that,” he shakes his head, but you're done with them, you have been for a long time.
“C’mon, J,” you say and start walking towards where you had parked your car.
At home, you start by cleaning him up, kissing him all over in the shower until he pins you against the tiles. His kisses are forceful, and he's groping at your ass and thighs. Picking you up and fucking up into you while you moan and gasp. He doesn't give you time to cum when he finishes and puts you down on your feet.
This is different from what you know of him, but it intrigues you too.
JJ turns you around and snakes his arm around your thigh, pushing two fingers into your sore cunt to stop you from spilling out.
“I know I should've asked, but it's gonna be great. I promise,” he whispers into your ear before leading you into the bedroom and making you lie down.
JJ is standing in front of you, your legs pressed to your chest, and he’s holding onto your hips as he fucks you. It's not loving and soft like any time before. It's harsh and fast, and you like it too much. You like the sound of his claves crashing into your ass, the way his balls slap against your skin. The wet noises your pussy makes when he drags his cock out of you just to slam right back in. And the way your tits jiggle with the movement.
Your hands are clawing at the sheets when JJ starts playing with your clit, making you cum in a matter of seconds. You know you'll be there for hours when he shoots his cum into you and just keeps going. You haven't quite figured out which way you like it better; with JJ’s incredibly small refractory period, or Rafe's stamina to hold out for just how long he wants to.
“Who's gonna clean that up?” you hear Rafe ask and your head spins around to look at him. Your mind is blurry with pleasure, your mouth agape and JJ doesn't stop and rips another orgasm from you. Rafe has never actually watched him fuck you, but something about this is making him want to stay and watch.
Your back arches up again, and JJ grunts and curses, filling you up for the fifth time that night, and you watch Rafe's face contort in a light confusion.
“You just keep going? Maybe you should give her some time, dude,” Rafe says, and you shake your head at him.
“She'll have time once I'm done,” JJ growls, and it sends shivers down your spine, making you roll your eyes back. “Isn't that right, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes-” you scream each time his cock pushes against your cervix as if he wants to pass through it. “Want your cum, JJ, all of it,” you babble, maybe you like giving Rafe a show too.
“Good girl,” JJ moans and cums another time, making you clench around him with ease.
“You see that,” JJ smirks down at you, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to see the tip of his dick poking against your stomach. “That's it, princess,” he praises you before pushing down on your stomach, and you fall back, moaning, incapable of holding yourself up with the intense pleasure he's giving you.
“Give me my phone,” JJ orders and for a moment you have forgotten that Rafe is still there, still watching. He hands JJ his phone and J points the lense right at where you two are connected.
His free hand is back to rubbing torturously harsh circles on your clit, making you mewl and cry out.
“Cum for me, princess. Make me proud, baby,” JJ hums, and you let go of the tension. Screaming his name and squeezing his cock so hard that he cums almost instantly, pushing in farther and holding himself there until he's all done.
And once he's pulled out, he goes down on his knees before you, pointing the camera right at your pussy, clenching around nothing and pushing all his cum out of you and letting it drip down onto the rug.
“What she do?” Rafe asks just as JJ comes back from the bathroom, a wet washcloth in his hand.
“Nothing,” JJ mutters while cleaning you up, but you can't move, not yet. Your legs feel like they are made of rubber and your mind is empty, only having enough capacity to listen to their words.
“Why'd you do this then?” Rafe points at your utterly fucked out state.
“Do I ask you why you do what you do? No. Just let it go,” JJ snaps at him and leaves for his room.
“You could at least change the fucking sheets!” Rafe yells after him, but it's no use.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Rafe whispers and picks you up, holding you in his arms while you regain your strength.
“Frustrated,” you mumble and look at him with your glossy eyes.
“Maybank? Why?”
“Fight- Asshole-” you stammer, and he carries you out of the room and towards JJ’s.
“What did you do?” Rafe barks at JJ, your body still tightly wrapped around him.
“None of your fucking business,” JJ hisses.
“It fucking is when it ends with her losing all bodily capabilities, you ass,” Rafe yells, and you try to cover your ears, but it doesn't really help.
“He called her a whore, and he had to pay for it. I don't care what they say, but they don't get to insult her,” JJ explains harshly, and you start to slowly feel your toes again.
“Doesn't explain why you nearly fucked her into subdrop,” Rafe shakes his head and caresses your back. “You can't just do shit like that, and you know it.”
“She said she was okay with it.”
“She's a fucking people pleaser, asshole,” Rafe snaps, and you lift your head from his shoulder.
“Please stop,” you whisper, and he wipes a tear from your cheek.
“It's okay, baby,” Rafe whispers to you before turning back to JJ. “Don't let your fucking anger out on her without making sure she's alright.”
“Noted,” JJ says, and you can practically hear him roll his eyes.
“Good, because you gotta aftercare the shit out of her now. I'm not cleaning up your messes, Maybank,” Rafe tells him and basically hands you to him as if you were nothing more than a puppet.
“I'm sorry, love,” JJ whispers, placing you in the hot water and running his hand through his hair.
“S’okay,” you mumble and look up at him with a droopy smile.
“I'm gonna clean up, and then I'll be right with you, all right?” He kisses you gently and leaves again.
You think back to it, the moment he snapped. He looked like a different person, more like his dad in a way, and although you never even saw Luke Maybank up close, you know it’s true. You know the rumors are true. He didn't tell you, but in your heart you know it.
If his friends hadn't come, he wouldn't have stopped. If they hadn't showed up, the other guy would be dead. If it hadn't been for you, none of it would've happened.
It’s a rather quick spiral that you go down, and you can't stop yourself from crying, not even when JJ comes back and looks at you rather confused.
“Hey. Hey, pretty girl, don't cry. It's okay. You're okay. I'm here,” he tells you and pulls your head to his chest. But it doesn't help. You can't stop feeling like it was all your fault, all the pain in your life is your fault.
“Rafe!” JJ shouts, and it only takes a minute for him to run in.
“What you do now?”
“Nothing, I came back, and she's crying, and she won't stop,” JJ defends himself.
“Go. You seriously have no clue,” Rafe shakes his head and takes JJ's spot next to you.
“What's wrong, baby,” Rafe whispers to you, holding your face in his big hands.
“It's my fault. I killed him. It's my fault,” you sob and he shakes his head.
“No, it's not. You know it's not,” Rafe assures you, but you're too far gone for it to work.
“I did it. I killed him,” you cry and he clenches his jaw.
“Y/n, you didn't drive that car, it's not your fault. Please, listen to me,” Rafe pleads, but you shake your head, not wanting to believe him.
“Hey, hey, look at me,” he orders, and you turn your eyes back on him. “Three things you feel, name them.”
“Pain. Tired. Sad,” you answer slowly.
“Four things you can touch.”
“Water, you, me, bathtub,” you reply a little faster and he nods.
“Five things you see,” Rafe whispers, and you look around in front of you.
“Towel, shower, robe, painting-” your eyes get stuck on the blonde boy that is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, “JJ.”
Rafe snaps around to look at him. “I told you to leave!”
“What's wrong with her?” JJ asks quietly, and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach.
“Leave!” Rafe yells, and it takes a moment for JJ to realize that it will have consequences if he doesn't. But Rafe had already turned back around to you, stroking your hair. “We should get you to bed, baby.”
He dries you up and puts you in a shirt of his to sleep in, before laying you down in your bed and turning off the lights.
When you wake up, you're alone, and you decide to not get ready and just go downstairs the way you are. Before you can meet the boys in the kitchen you overhear them talking and stop in your tracks.
“That doesn't make sense,” JJ says.
“No shit. But that's just how it's been ever since. Your stupid fight triggered something, and the day is coming up in a week- It's a fucking minefield this time of year,” Rafe sighs.
“So we distract her?” JJ asks and Rafe scoffs.
“That's just delaying it. No, you just gotta stay with her and make sure she won't spiral. And when she does you have to keep telling her that it's not her fault, and pull her out of it. The naming thing always works,” Rafe replies.
“And what if it doesn't?”
“I don't know.”
You turn the corner and pretend like you had just come down the stairs, walking straight to the coffee machine.
“How did you sleep?” Rafe asks with a smile.
“Alone,” you say and take your mug, nearly burning your tongue as you take a sip.
“I'm sorry, y/n, for yesterday and all,” JJ apologizes, but you just shrug.
“Shit happens.” Pretending to not care was easy, too easy.
“I’m gonna be at the office all day. You think you're gonna be all right?” Rafe asks and you nod.
“I don't know why we shouldn't be.”
You spend your day training, not having done so in too long for your own liking. The water calms your mind and gives you enough time to reflect on your life choices.
You know Rafe is right. You know that it's not your fault. But the guilt you feel around it doesn't just vanish because of it.
Later that day Rafe texts you that you're having dinner at the country club with his dad, meaning JJ isn't allowed to come.
“I'll just enjoy the view right now,” JJ smiles and watches you get dressed. The underwear set is new, and you can tell by the way he's looking at you that he wants nothing more than to take it off again.
“If it was my call,” you start, but he interjects.
“I know, but it isn't. Besides, I don't really give a shit about family dinners and all that fancy bullshit.”
“Sarah will be there, and John B,” you remind him, but he shrugs.
“So what?”
“Have you talked to them at all in the last few weeks?” you ask and JJ rubs over the light stubble on his chin.
“They didn't reach out either.”
“They are your family though. That's what you told me,” you whisper.
“I have a new family now. I have you,” JJ smiles and takes your dress from the clothing hanger.
“That's not enough, and you know it,” you say while stepping into the dress and letting him zip it up.
“It's enough for you,” he says, and you sigh, looking at him through the mirror in your closet.
“But I'm a heartless bitch with more money than anyone else on this island. I don't need anything more, and if I did, I could just buy it.” Your fingers fumble with the necklace until JJ takes it from you and places it around your neck.
“I know there's a heart in there,” JJ says while holding you from behind, his right hand resting on top of your chest.
“Horrible. We should go get a knife and cut it out,” you whisper with a smile and he kisses your shoulder.
“You'd kill me if I said what I was thinking right now,” he mumbles against your skin and your heart stops for a moment, scared that he would say the dreaded words that you knew would definitely complicate your life even more.
“Then you really shouldn't say it.”
“I should, but I won't,” he looks back up, leaning his head against yours, smiling.
The dinner goes rather smoothly, although Sarah still gives you a side eye and once the Camerons are gone, John B asks how JJ is, but nothing more.
“Boring as ever,” you complain on the drive home.
“Glad he didn't ask when we're getting married,” Rafe exhales a laugh.
“Hmmm, let me think,” you tap your finger against your chin in a joking manner. “We can fuck them all over and just fly to Vegas right now.”
“Wouldn't be the worst idea we ever had,” he laughs and takes your hand up to kiss it just as he turns into your driveway.
“My mom expects a huge white wedding. At least a hundred guests,” you sigh while getting out of the car.
“We should start planning then,” Rafe grins at you, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.
“What happens to that one, once we get married?” Rafe asks you, pointing at JJ who is standing in the kitchen with nothing more than his boxers on.
“They should make this harem thing legal,” JJ says and shugs the rest of his drink.
“A harem is one guy with many women, dumbass,” you laugh.
“The opposite of that then,” JJ shrugs.
“Sure,” Rafe rolls his eyes at him and JJ flips him off.
“Sometimes I think you guys forget who's the boss around here,” you say and zip your dress open, letting it fall to the ground and walking upstairs. “First one up gets to start,” you call out and hear them arguing already.
“Just because you're first, doesn't mean you know what you're doing,” JJ complains.
“Fine, you start then, genius,” Rafe scoffs, and you furrow your brows, it was unusual for Rafe to give in and let JJ do anything to you unless you specifically asked for it.
“What's the plan here, boys?” you ask with an anticipating smile on your lips.
JJ pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply and pushing you against the bed. The backs of your knees hit the wood and you fall down.
“Just relax, gorgeous,” he muses and drops down on his knees before you, taking off your heels and letting his hands run up to your thighs. You sigh into it, the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin and the kisses he leaves on the inside of your thighs before unclasping the lace body right on top of your pussy.
JJ rolls the fabric up to reveal your stomach, kissing and nipping at your skin; biting your hip and making you jump in surprise. He loves to tease you, and you'd never tell him to stop, ever.
He comes up to kiss you, pushing the lace up even farther and helping you take it off completely. Kissing your neck and leaving marks you hear him chuckle, then his lips meet your ear, and he whispers, “you think he's taking any notes?”
Your eyes dart over to Rafe who has pulled a chair over and is watching you carefully. “Maybe,” you reply.
JJ hums, picking up his head to smile at you. “Hopefully.”
JJ kisses down your neck, following along your collarbone and to your tits. He sucks on your nipple, grazing over it with his teeth before he pulls on it and your back arches up.
“Would be neglectful to not give you the same attention,” JJ says to your other tit, and you would tell him off if he wasn't squeezing your sensitive nipple right in that second. His hand is playing with your sore tit while his mouth attacks the other. It's overwhelming and perfect, and you don't see any reason to hold back. Your moans and gasps fill the room, and they continue on even once he has let off your boobs and moved downward again. He sucks hickeys into the soft skin of your thighs, making you mewl and squirm.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, princess,” JJ demands, and you grasp into his hair to push his face into your clothed cunt. He blows a little against your wet slip, and you instinctively want to close your legs, but he holds them in place.
“You should let me take this pretty thing off first,” JJ smirks and you lift your hips. The tiny slip is off faster than you can say your own name.
“Tastes so fucking sweet, baby,” JJ moans after licking over your wet pussy, his tongue dipping between your folds and torturing your clit a little.
“Hold on, princess,” JJ smirks up at you and your hand finds his hair, tugging on the fine strands as he plunges his tongue into your pussy. His nose presses against your clit, and with every stroke of his tongue, he edges you closer.
“More, JJ, please,” you moan, and he starts to suck on your clit while pushing his fingers into you. Curling them and sucking harsher, almost biting down on your clit, and you can't help but grind your hips against him. When his fingers come up to your face, and you lick them off, you already feel like you're about to explode.
“Cum on my tongue, baby,” JJ hums into you, licking long strides up your pussy before pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and rubbing his nose on your clit.
You keep rolling your hips and moaning his name as you come undone for him. His new technique isn't as good as the old one, but you're not one to complain about it.
JJ gets up and wipes his face on a small towel that Rafe hands him, but you can't stop staring at the wet spot in his boxers.
“Again?” you ask JJ with a smile and he shrugs.
“Can't help it. You taste too good, baby.”
You hold your hand out for Rafe after sitting up, and he takes and intertwines your fingers. He's still in his suit pants and shirt, looking down at you with a lustrous smile.
“You look really hot in this,” you whisper and nod, but your hands wander to the buttons, slowly opening the shirt until you can push it off his shoulders. His abs look so rideable to you, but you are still unsure if he'd let you once you ask.
“You're way hotter, baby. Next time I get to take off the fancy shit,” Rafe growls, his hand cupping your tit, brushing his thumb over your tit, but his eyes shift towards JJ. “You understand?”
But JJ just holds his hands up in defense and sits down on the chair.
“Take the pants off, babe,” you pout at Rafe, and he slowly opens his belt, pulling it out and dropping it to the side. It was like he was doing a strip show for you, and you loved every second of it.
Rafe pushes you to lie down, your hands pinned over your head as he kisses you aggressively. His free hand gropes at your tit, and you lift your hips to press your wet cunt against his hard cock.
“Always so needy,” Rafe mocks you before going down on his knees between your legs.
He's aggressive and fast, sucking on your clit with so much pressure building that you are scared he's gonna rip it off. But your screams just turn him on even more. His tongue thrusts into you with a harsh pace, and you try to get away from him, but he's holding you in place.
“Curl it,” JJ says and Rafe listens, curling his tongue up and ripping an orgasm out of you in a matter of seconds.
“J,” you pant and Rafe wants to get up, but you close your thighs around his head. “No, you stay. J, come here,” you tap the bed right next to your head.
They do as you say, and while Rafe is eating you out another time, JJ is fucking your throat and praising you.
Before JJ can cum you pull him from your throat and pump his cock slower, trying to pace him just a bit. But when you look at the two boys, so helpless when it comes to your wants and needs, you can't help yourself.
With a quick move you have J’s dick back in your warm and wet mouth, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks. Your hand is massaging his balls, and he throws his head back and fills your mouth with his salty cum. It feels so good, you cum instantly, creaming all over Rafe's pretty face.
“Definitely doing this again,” you sigh, falling flat into the bed and not planning on getting up anytime soon.
The engagement dinner is jarring and the only reason you can get through it is, because Rafe keeps reminding you that it'll be over soon, his hand resting on your thigh the whole night.
But the engagement party, the weekend after is fun, is actually fun.
You invited everyone you knew, including JJ's friends and Barry, who you hadn't talked to in ages. You spend the first half of the night tightly wrapped in Rafe's arm, smiling and laughing at some things his friends say.
Sitting on the couch on Rafe's lap you let your eyes wander, and they get stuck on JJ who is visibly uncomfortable while nipping on his beer.
“Maybe a blowjob will lighten his mood,” you whisper to Rafe, but he shakes his head.
“No, but honesty might.”
“What do you mean?” you ask and look at your, now, fiancée.
“I mean, he's been miserable and fighting it ever since we brought up that this would be happening. Not like you have much of a choice anyway,” Rafe shrugs lightly and runs his hand over your back.
“How do you know he's miserable?” you wonder, eyeing your boyfriend across the room.
“Because I use my eyes, and to be fair, I'd be pouting too if you wanted to marry him instead of me.”
“And what am I supposed to tell him? He knows I don't have a choice if I wanna keep the company,” you sigh.
“The truth. That you love him,” Rafe whispers and kisses your cheek.
“You can't know that,” you shake your head and he laughs.
“I see the way you two look at each other. I love you so much baby, but you've never looked at me like that.”
“That doesn't mean anything,” you fight his words, not wanting him to be right about it.
“I mean, you can try it with the blowjob, but I think the truth would be better,” Rafe smiles and slaps your ass, signaling you to get up.
You're dragging your feet walking over to JJ. “Look at that, a Pogue in a Kook mansion,” you tease with a smile.
“Hey,” he mumbles without looking at you.
“You okay?” you whisper and he nods, avoiding your eyes.
“Why shouldn't I be?”
“Because you've been avoiding me all day.” You reach out your hand to hold onto his and as soon as your delicate fingers close around his, he stares at you. Pain filled blue eyes and a merely unnoticeable tremble on his lip.
“Do I have to be happy about it? You want me to be happy about the fact that you're leaving me?” he hisses at you, but you feel like a weight is lifted off you, a soft smile tugging at your lips.
“Come on, I need to tell you something,” you whisper and lead him upstairs to your bedroom, unlocking the door and stepping inside.
“Why did you bring me here?” JJ asks, his hand is holding onto the bottle for dear life.
“Sit with me,” you say and place yourself at the edge of the bed. He follows reluctantly, yet again avoiding to even look at you.
“JJ, I'm not leaving you,” you whisper and he scoffs.
“Sure you aren't.”
“I'm serious, J. Just because I have to marry Rafe, doesn't mean anything changes between us.”
“Sure it won't, until you want to have kids, and then it's no longer appropriate,” he mutters, and you don't know how to convince him. Maybe Rafe was right with his assumption about him, about you. But the thought of it is debilitating.
“When I have kids they will have my name, JJ. Do you not want kids?” you ask and he sighs.
“I don't just want any kids, y/n, I want your kids,” he whispers and turns to look at you.
“Why would you think I'll leave you then?”
“Because you are marrying Rafe. Starting a family with Rafe. Just like the plan was. I'm nowhere close to being part of that picture,” he talks himself down, and you really have no more words left inside you.
You take his face into your hands and kiss him. Your heart is racing while looking at him and your throat feels dry, but you know you have to do it. And you know Rafe is right, you've known it ever since you let JJ compromise your thoughts from the very first time.
“I love you, JJ,” you whisper, and his eyes go wide.
“You sure?” he asks and as soon as you nod he pins you down onto the bed and starts kissing you. Your giggles and the soft attempts to get away from him are making it even better, until he has you pinned right where he wants you, and you are panting, looking up at him.
“You're so beautiful, y/n,” JJ whispers, diving down to kiss you, sloppy and with a smile on both your lips.
“We should go back down,” you whisper and he shakes his head.
“Not yet.”
“They might be looking for us and I don't-”
You don't get to finish your sentence when his lips find yours again. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and entangles his tongue with yours until you moan into him.
“I love you, y/n,” JJ whispers, and nuzzles his face into your neck.
And before you can think twice about it, your little make out session has turned into the best sex you've ever had with him. JJ is sitting under you as you softly roll your hips. He's buried so deep into you that every miniscule move is sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His hands are rubbing over your hips and ass in a perpetual motion, while yours play with his hair.
You think you could stay like this forever, just you and him in perfect synchrony; in love.
And the only time his eyes leave yours is when he dips his head to suck on your tits, or kiss your neck.
When he turns you around to lie down and thrusts into you, it's like he's fucking you for the first time. A plethora of praises and a dozen more “I love you’s” fall from his lips while all you can do is moan and babble incoherently about how much you love him too.
When you find your way back downstairs, after what felt like an eternity, his arms are wrapped around you. JJ is himself again, flirty and always joking, and so incredibly more touchy than before.
“I see you made up,” Rafe smiles and holds his hand out, for you to take your seat back on his lap.
“Excuse me, you had her all night,” JJ complains and pulls you away, just to sit down right next to Rafe and let you kiss him like you had wanted to.
“No more trouble in paradise?” Rafe whispers to you and you shake your head.
“I love my boys,” you sigh.
“And I thought you went with the blowjob,” Rafe teases you and you roll your eyes.
“I could've gotten a blowjob?” JJ gasps quietly and softly pinches your thigh.
“You get those all the time, dumbass,” you giggle, and he smiles at you, completely enamored by your whole being.
“To think I get to be this lucky just because I couldn't stop staring at your tits, princess,” JJ whispers.
“Pretty nice tits,” Rafe agrees with a mumble.
“Pretty nice dicks,” you giggle and cuddle into JJ, bathing in the newfound closeness and in your mind you're already planning it all out; the kids, the dog, and the two loves of your life.
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Hiiii! Can you write about Zoro being really needy for Y/N when he’s horny? The idea of him lowkey letting go of the tough guy act and being a little submissive is so hot
Needy
Zoro needs some "help" getting off
zoro x f!reader
warning: smut
While in the middle of doing your morning routine in the bathroom, you heard the shuffling of the sheets through the cracked door, and presumed that Zoro finally woke up. Upon hearing what sounded like soft moans, you furrowed a brow. Peeking through the door and turning your head in the direction of the sounds, you blinked a couple times to adjust your eyes to the darkness in the bedroom as the sun wasn't completely up.
You see Zoro sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you. One arm holding his weight as his hand pressed into the sheets, and the other in front of him while he hung his head. He's doing exactly what you thought.
You step closer and watch as he slowly pumps himself, unable to stop the desperate grunts that were leaving his mouth. Bringing yourself closer to him, you get comfortable right behind him, resting on your knees while you press your chin to his shoulder.
He's not startled by your presence, more like relaxed, as if he knew you were already there. He extends his neck and looks towards the ceiling. You press a kiss to his jawline and felt his carotid artery pulsating.
Your hands roam the expanse of his back. From his waist to his shoulders, you massage the ample flesh, taking a moment to admire his muscles.
His legs are spread with his hand wrapped around his cock that's dripping an embarrassing amount of precum.
The sight alone makes you become slick between your thighs. Your soft fingers dance across the skin of his toned chest, your mouth to his ear. "You're so hard." your hot breath fans across him, making him even more sensitive.
"No shit." he breaths. "What are we gonna do about it?"
"Not we....you."
He tilts his head to the side to face you. The hopeful anticipation crumbling into confusion. "Excuse me?" he furrows his brows.
"Remember last week when you had me get off on my own because you wanted to watch? Well now it's my turn."
He frowns at your sternness but you don't miss the slight pout. As he looks into your eyes, he hopes that you change your mind. You stand your ground.
He tsked in annoyance and shuffled himself to get his head back on the pillow while you shifted away.
He starts with thumbing his slit, drawing small circles and hissing from how sensitive he was. Then proceeding to start pumping the shaft of his cock, slicking noises filling the room along with his heavy pants and moans. Glancing at you every couple seconds, he takes in the way the outline your nipples peek through your shirt to help him out as your not wearing a bra. His eyes drop further down to your thighs, wishing they were spread open for him.
Time ticked by and he had his lip pulled between his teeth, head back, and thighs tensed. You watched in awe as he jerked himself off. His toes are scrunched, and when his grip tightens around his cock, his hips buck and a small moan escapes his lips, like a much needed breath. But he can't cum too fast.
Then he slows his pace, paying more attention to his tip, flicking his thumb over it, imagining you sucking him and taking all his precum in your mouth.
"That's it." you tell him.
You crawl over to lay beside him, shoulder to shoulder. This is the best view and your mouth begins to water. It takes everything in you to not give into temptation and to stand on your word.
With tentative fingers, you slightly brush the skin of his thigh and draw lazy patterns on his skin. A shiver runs down his spine and Zoro watches as maybe, just maybe you'll reach his cock. You don't.
"Fucking tease." he grunts and swiftly averts his gaze. You smile.
His brows knitted together as he worked his hand up and down, the flushed, wet head vanishing and reappearing. You continued your movements and a whine escaped from his throat as hooded eyes followed your every move.
"Keep going." you instruct.
"But I-"
"Keep going." you cut him off.
"Fuck." he groaned so deep that you knew he was close.
"You can do it. You deserve it." your encouragement in a soft tone is what got him.
His breathing sputters as he cums. Thick white ropes paint his abs along with his knuckles and it seems like every muscle in his body tenses. He doesn't stop just yet because the friction is just that good. But when he finally finishes, he looks down as sees you taking a hold of his hand to wipe the cum from his knuckles with your fingers and taste him.
Damn it. His mind was fuzzy enough.
He likes to think that you don't know what you're doing to him, but that's not the case. You're very much aware and knowing that you're the one that can make him go from growling to a sputtering mess felt like a superpower.
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I continue to torture myself with fix-it scenarios where Anakin just can't handle seeing Obi-Wan having an emotional meltdown and gives up the dark side as a result. What if Obi-Wan was a wibbly mess on Mustafar?
“Until now, you’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy.”
“Don’t lecture me, Obi-Wan. I see—“
“Lecture you?!” Obi-Wan snaps suddenly, his voice bellowing. “You think I came here to lecture you?”
His sharp tone makes Anakin take a step back. He sucks in a shaky breath and straightens his posture, refusing to be rattled. As he opens his mouth to respond, Obi-Wan continues interrupting him.
“No, Anakin, I lecture you for staying up too late. For not folding your tunics properly.” His voice gets progressively louder and more impatient. “For not getting enough fiber in your diet! I’m not here to lecture you. I was sent here to kill you!” Obi-Wan yells.
Anakin knows it’s the reason why Obi-Wan is here, but to hear him say the words, with such certainty, makes his heart plummet. He’d hoped, with whatever little hope was left, that he wouldn’t have to fight Obi-Wan. His chest aches, knowing that this is how it must end. But he ignores the weakness that still lives in him and draws on the dark side for strength. The Force ripples around them when he pulls on it.
“And kill the rest of myself along with you,” Obi-Wan says furiously. “Part of me has already died.” He fixes Anakin with an intense stare, a seething fire in his eyes.
Taking another deep breath, Anakin narrows his eyes and returns his glare. He’s never seen Obi-Wan angry like this. It frightens him, but he keeps pacing like he's a caged wild animal because he can’t let it show.
“It died when you knelt in front of a Sith lord and proclaimed him your Master!” Obi-Wan’s face twists with uncontrolled and un-Jedi-like rage. “It died knowing that you would trade me for him. Do I mean that little to you?” he demands, spreading his hands and arms out in front of him. “I poured all of myself into training you and raising you and—”
With matching ferocity, Anakin shakes his head. “This isn’t about you!” Anakin yells, pointing at him.
“Of course it’s about me!” Obi-Wan yells back. “Your mother entrusted you to Qui-Gon and he entrusted you to me. Do you know what it was like everyday being scared out of my mind that I would let them down? That I would let you down?”
This is not Obi-Wan. Anakin was prepared for Obi-Wan to use reason. To remain somewhat collected as he projected his disappointment. Perhaps confronting Anakin with all the ways he’s violated the Jedi code, betrayed the Republic and democracy.
Obi-Wan’s skillfully talked circles around politicians, foreign royalty, the Jedi Council and kept his emotions at bay every time.
But this… Anakin is unprepared for this.
“No,” Anakin says with another shake of his head. “No, I made these choices,” he insists.
“Maybe I should’ve left the Order with you. We would’ve found our own way.” Obi-Wan was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes ticking everywhere at once, unable to focus. “And I wouldn’t have had to train you to be a soldier. Wouldn’t have dragged you through a war. Wouldn’t have let Palpatine near you.”
“I never wanted to be a burden!” Anakin cries.
“You weren’t a burden! You were my brother, Anakin! My greatest joy!” Obi-Wan screams. “What could I have done differently to stop this?” Obi-Wan asks, nearly begging.
With his fists balled at his sides, Anakin holds onto the last vestiges of his resolve. He can’t let Obi-Wan break him.
“We can’t change the past,” Anakin says, his voice hollow.
“Did I not love you enough?” Obi-Wan asks sadly, tears streaming down his face.
Instinctively, Anakin reaches for him through their bond, a habit formed from years of training and bickering and teasing and laughing and to his horror, it recoils and his heart shatters.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Anakin stomps his foot. He can’t have both. He can’t embrace the dark side to exploit its unnatural powers and still expect to find comfort in the golden and pure light that tethers him to Obi-Wan.
Anakin Skywalker has made a lot of choices in the last day. And here, he makes another.
With his head hung, he relaxes his hands and releases. The ground beneath them shakes as the dark, consuming anger bleeds from him.
Again he touches their bond, tenderly. Lovingly. Apologetically.
“I can’t change the past, but help me change the future,” Anakin sobs. “Please. We need to save Padmé. And the baby.”
Finally, Obi-Wan blinks as he snaps out of his trance. His eyes lock on Padme’s unmoving form on the ground and Anakin sees the moment that Obi-Wan realizes his renewed purpose.
“Yes. Get her onto the ship,” Obi-Wan says with the authority of a war General. “I’ll make sure 3PO and Artoo are both accounted for and have them help me find the nearest medical facility,” Obi-Wan says.
“If the Republic finds me… after what I’ve done…”
“Then we need to be careful where we go so they won’t find us,” Obi-Wan tells him and glances at Padmé, then back at Anakin before he boards the ship.
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Moxie and millie's relationship : cute with no substance
Fun fact, i LOVE writing couples , they're dynamic with each other is always so fun to do but one couple that i probably hate the most is Moxie and Millie.
why do i hate them? cause they're PAINFULLY one dimensional , they love each other , theyre lovey-dovey, they support each other, these are all very healthy traits!, but thats kinda it isn't it? im not asking for it to be an abusive relationship like with blitzo and stoliz but its to have more substance over them
example so why is Moxie WITH millie?: is it cause she encourages him to do better? okay but what about millie? why is SHE with Moxie? is it cause?.... i genuinely don't know what to say to this part cause there's barely ANYTHING about millie
yknow that episode of gumball where everybody hates alan and carmens relationship cause its so sweet and wholesome that you kinda ended on hating it? thats moxie and millie for me, its so Blandfully sweet that i really want to see the downfall
which sucks because the ONLY Main healthy relationship was moxie and millie and i KNOW that a lot of people will say "but what about Asmodeus and fizzaroli!!" i meant MAIN relationships asmodeus and fizzaroli are side characters im mainly talkin about MAIN CAST relationships
an example of a good couples in adult animation
Bob and linda from bob's burgers, is it perfect? no it has its flaws bob and linda basically balance each other out, they're relationship is a good example of the good and the bads of a relationship but they fully support each other for it.
but heres the kicker what do you describe Moxie and Millies relationship? like in a few words? not much? maybe like supportive...loving....strong.... not much really? how can you describe they're dynamic? boring?
dfeuifhedfhwudhuae i know i know i may seem a bit nit picky but the best part of a relationship are the characters personalities bouncing off each other and we barely see that in moxie and millie because A: MILLIE DOSEN'T HAVE A PERSONALITY , and with no personality means nothing to bounce of too or balance
thats why stolas and blitzo are so flawed as couples , they're dynamic is so toxic, stolas only uses blitzo as a way for getting attention , il probably make a whole blog post about these fuckers
and again its not just moxie and millie too
Vaggatha and charlie are definitely better than Moxie and Millie but compared to the other relationships they're again, eh , like they're cute but thats it, i love the black cat and golden retriever dynamic but you can give more substance to it too
does charlie try to be tough like vaggatha because it encourages to stand up for herself?
does Vaggatha try to use charlies optimism when needed?
again those personality traits can help grow each other out, thats the thing about relationships you grow along with them and learn those traits, whether good or for the bad
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Are you going to finish loving her seems tiring???
“Lovin her seems tiring..” Part 5!
a/n; sorry I haven’t been making part five! Haven’t been feeling motivated, but I know that’s no excuse. Also tysm for 165 followers??? Please forgive me and enjoy 😊! -Arianna
Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.
Oh here we go again, It’s the next morning where you have to wake up to the morning sun. Though, you wish he was next to you in bed. Morning sun on his shirt less pecs and abs. His perfect dirty blonde hair over his eyes while he sleeps. God, he was really a fucking goddess. You still wonder if he feels the same.
Now waking up sucks when you know Katsuki Bakugo isn’t by your side, holding you close to his chest. You really can imagine, huh. You roll out of bed, and do a little stretch. You grab your phone off the charger seeing the time is 7:21AM. You walk to the bathroom with your messy hair. You bend down the splash some water on your face to get yourself going.
You pull out your phone to see a bunch of messages from your brother. You slide to see the messages to see your cute cat Loki. He had an apple under his chin while holding it with his little tiny paws.
“Awww. My little kitty is so adorable!” You quickly send an heart emoji as well with an apple. You didn’t think twice but send it to Bakugo. Why? You honestly don’t know maybe he’ll find it cute? He never liked your cat, and Loki sure didn’t like him either. Every time it’s bring your pet to work day, Bakugo will try to give Loki some treats, but Loki just hides in your chest. You find Bakugos face really cute when he gets offended by Loki.
As soon as you put your phone down, a “ding!” comes out your phone. You turn it over to the screen to see Bakugo has messaged.
:Dynamight🧡💥: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace.
You giggle at his message, and type back a silly message too.
:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you are your treats for him. 🙂↕️
He almost replies instantly with,
:Dynamight🧡💥: no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
You swear he’s going to be the death of you. You feel yourself blush at the message. sweetheart. His text keeps repeating in your head.
:Dynamight🧡💥: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self?
Katsuki Bakugo you fucking-
:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3
He can’t be serious right now. You cant be serious right now! He has a fucking girlfriend! What are you thinking? Love? Well, it’s fair since he called you sweetheart and love too.. but it feels wrong, but right at the same time? Kira was a fucking brat. You could do way better than her. Treat him better, love him better. Do everything better.
Fuck you want him to be yours.
I bet loving her seems tiring..
Katsuki’s POV!;
I just masturbated for her, and now I have to wake up with her not in my fucking arms? Fuck this.
I wake up at 5:30 to go to the gym. Heard there was one here, so I figured there wasn’t going to be anyone there this early in the morning. I get into my gym clothes and walk by her door.
“She’s probably sleepin Katsuki. Leave her the fuck alone and don’t knock.”he mutters to himself walking away. He really did love you. But his girlfriend is in the fucking way of his only love at this moment to forever.
He gets to the gym and starts his workout. He loves thinking about you, and what you’d look like under him. But he also loves thinking about making you his cute little housewife. Thinking about you waking around the house pregnant with his baby. You making dinner for him after a long day at work. Running a warm bath and you joining him. Seeing your cute body and his big bulky body hovering in front of you. His big hands around your cute waist. Fuck he loved you a lot.
After his workout was done, (7:20AM) we wipes the sweat off his forehead when he gets a message. He looking at the screen noticing your name.
:y/n: Lookie at Loki! Isn’t he just the cutest Katsuki?
“Not as cute as you.” He almost types, but says out loud.
:Katsuki: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace.
“Hidin in my girls chest when I’m right in front of him.” He mutters to himself.
:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you are your treats for him. 🙂↕️
“He’s fucking lucky I even offer him my homemade cat treats. Bratty ass cat.” He types so fast he can hear the phone tap with him.
:Katsuki: no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart.
“Sweetheart. Fuck now she’s not responding. “ little does he know you’re a fucking blushing mess at the other end.
:katsuki: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self?
“Fuck, now I’m fuckin flirting with her.” He waits for your response tapping his phone screen.
:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3
Love. Fuck that was cute. Now he’s a blushing ass mess.
:Katsuki: if ya say so sweets.
You don’t respond after that, but you do heart the message. Maybe you do feel the same for him. He’s hoping and wishing oh a fucking star you love him like he loves you.
Fuck, loving Kira is so tiring when he has you..
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“good girl! make sure you finish that bottle for daddy!”
you watch her eyes grow blanker and blanker with every suckle on the baby bottle.
it was all too easy really, turning a bombshell college party girl into your perfect incontinent baby girl.
you met her on spring break. her DDs essentially spilling out of the tiny pink bikini she was wearing.
you spent the week talking her up, taking her sightseeing, and even partying. it was really her fault for being so careless and letting a random man worm his way into her life.
you keep in contact, and eventually tell her about this new detox drink on the market, after she complains about the minuscule amount of weight she gained on vacation.
you send her a twelve pack, telling her to drink one a day. meanwhile, you sit back and book a flight to come collect your newly infantilized baby girl in twelve days.
technically, you didn’t lie to her, they were a detox drink. instead of getting rid of toxins, they got rid of her brain cells, emotional regulation, motor skills, and most importantly her potty training.
by day two, she calls you crying from a wet bed, you ship her a case of diapers which she accepts not even thinking about it.
by day four, she publicly messes her white skinny jeans in class. you tell her to start wearing diapers 24/7, and start planting the seeds of dropping out. it’s far too embarrassing to show up to a class you shit yourself in the day before, maybe just stop going to classes for awhile.
by day seven, her texts become garbled letters, she barely can spell her own name. you have to switch to phone calls because reading “makes her brain hurt” and you get to hear her new baby lisp and her thumb wetly popping in and out of her mouth.
by day ten, she can barely walk, far too unstable to stand for more than a few minutes. you have to check her diapers for her, because she no longer feels when she wets or messes them. but you’re not done yet.
the morning of day twelve, you greet your brand new baby girl in person. you change her into a far more appropriate pink onesie and baby printed diaper. you give her a pacifier and put a bib on her to stop her from continuing to drool all over her tits. strapping her into a stroller, you pack up what few big girl things she might need and set out.
you make sure to give her a nice long stroll around campus before leaving, making sure to show all the frat boys their old hookup shitting her diapers and babbling.
it’s been a few months now, and you couldn’t be more happy. your baby girl is perfect, crawling around, watching princess cartoons, and filling her diapers are her only responsibility now.
every now and then, you’ll see her try and resist, snap out of it a little. today you caught her with a hand down her diaper, trying to babble about how she’s a “sexy big girl”. so you just made another bottle for her.
you laugh, watching her suck down the bottle. seeing whatever iq points she had hanging on flood out into her waiting diaper.
life’s perfect, for now. but you think she might need a baby brother in the future…
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anyways ivy embra post because on god if she wont get the scenes in canon ill imagine it myself
Ivy and Oisin were friends in middle school. Oisin was still scrawny and hadn't had his growth spurt yet and Ivy hadn't yet gotten her braces taken off. They meet each other in some group project or club or whatever, the setting doesn't matter, but what happens is you have these two children with the inherent shittiness of middle schoolers who maybe haven't had the easiest time making friends because their passive aggressiveness is too aggressive, their barbs not hidden. And they act the same way with this new, kind of nerdy looking stranger they meet and find a kindred spirit. All of a sudden you're 12/13 years old with an outlet for all the shittalking about your classmates you want. You stick together like glue, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of you two because they all fuckin suck anyway, and you finally found someone who isn't a wuss and can give as good as they take.
Oisin gets better at hiding it though, being raised by a long family line of evil dragons who have had to hide their connections in plain sight will do that to you. Ivy never lost that edge around her though.
The first day of classes Freshman Year at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy, Oisin's met with this group of randos, they seem competent enough, the tall sad one seems nice enough if a bit of a pushover and the small one with the ponytail seems to have her entire academic career planned out already. She's intent on the name the High Five Heroes, it's a pun, get it? Because there's five of them. But Oisin won't go anywhere without his best friend. He pulls Ivy over, and Ivy isn't having the best luck finding a party (she insults them saying why would she want to join a party with any of these losers anyway, when they're put off by one pointed comment too many). Oisin tells the others they could do well with a fighter, that they're sticking together. The tall one, the gnome, and the kobold don't seem to mind (or don't care), but the halfling seems to have swallowed a lemon. "Well, there's six of us now which throws off the entire point of the name, but that's fine! I don't care!" (she's stubborn and doesn't want to change it).
Ivy and Kipperlilly clash CONSTANTLY. Kipperlilly's specific brand of Type A nerdiness and uptightness clashes horrifically with Ivy's specific attitude of not giving a fuck and chronic need to get under people's skin. And yet, Kipperlilly's barely concealed rage and passive aggression leads that same realization Ivy had back in middle school, of having finally found a kindred spirit. If there's two things Kipperlilly and Ivy have in common, it's their initial impression driving most people away, and their need to externalize this jealousy and bad feelings as hatred and disdain for others. They LOVE gossiping. Ivy's always down to be a hater.
Corsica Jones, the fighter teacher, sees Ivy come in on the first day of classes, bow in hand, and is immediately reminded of the sister she lost, who is still missing. Every time she trains Ivy on her stance, on basic hand-to-hand, she's reminded of the times she taught her sister the very same things. She's worried, because Ivy always seems so closed off and not very engaged, so full of rage. Unfortunately Corsica's attempts to reach out and forge a connection are stopped in their infancy when instead the barbarian teacher takes an interest in her. "Well, at least she has support from someone on the faculty, even if it isn't me."
It's Oisin that kills her. They always go off as a pair anyway, and Oisin may have been acting off recently but who is she to judge a bit of anger. But a quick stab to the back, one Choice later, and all Ivy can think about is rage.
After the Mountains of Chaos, Ivy's disdain becomes Venomous. Suddenly its not fun gossip but outright Hatred, its saying words maximized for cruelty directly to the person's face, because there's a kind of sick vindication in hurting the people who rejected you for so long, even if they may not deserve it. She and Kipperlilly don't get along anymore, snide comments and petty jabs devolving into screaming matches and insults. She proposes the name Rat Grinders with Oisin, because her stubbornness at refusing to change the name isn't endearing anymore, and there are six of them, did you oppose me joining the party that badly? It's a bit funny to see her so worked up over a stupid party name, that kind of earnest childish straightforwardness of the High Five Heroes makes her gag. The Rat Grinders is a funny inside joke, and Ivy is not comfortable engaging anymore without that layer of irony. For some reason, it doesn't feel good in the same way to hurt Kipperlilly like this, it just leave a knot of frustration that rankles in her stomach, because why does she care so much??
When Lucy dies, she doesn't remember much. She remembers the realization at the choice she'd made, and the rage that followed. Afterwards, though, was a deep all consuming bitterness. Of course she wasn't coming back, little miss goody two shoes never had any intentions of following through and left the rest of us with the fallout. She never expected otherwise, and she refuses to mourn someone who did not give enough of a shit about them to come back. She doesn't think about how Lucy helped her bleach her hair, how she braided Lucy's in return. How Lucy's birthday was coming up and she bought her new clothes, how that bag will stay unopened in her room now.
When she dies on the floor of her high school gymnasium, desperately defending every callous insult she's made with her dying breath, her last moments are spent locking eyes with her best friend, who is looking on in horror. She thinks back to a similar scenario, last year, when that same friend saw her dying and did nothing. She thinks back to them in seventh grade, trading childish insults without any real weight. And then she doesn't think anything at all.
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nsfw alphabet - c.s ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
i feel like chris would be really sweet and make sure you’re comfortable and would probably have a basket of snacks hidden in his closet ready to bust it out for moments like these
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
on the lowkey, he kinda loves his arms. he loves when you grab onto them when you guys are FUCKING and he notices your eyes tend to linger a little longer when his veins pop out
the man LOVES your ass, he’s taking every opportunity to smack it, grope it, bite it, and he loves when you sit on his lap sigh.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
chris loves cumming inside of you, just seeing it leak out of you makes him go feral. but if he’s hitting it from behind, he’ll cum on your ass, i mean, he is an ass man.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he lowkey lovesss when you use a vibrator on him. it makes him more sensitive and when he finishes it feels soooo good for him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he definitely has had at least 1 body, maybe even 2. he’s not an expert in sex but he does know enough to get you going.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
doggy. no further explanation.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
i’d like to think he’s more serious when it comes down to it, but afterwards he’s back to being his goofy self like with a flip of a switch
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he likes to keep it well trimmed but not bald bc he just feels too exposed
he also does NOT GIVE A FUCK about what you do, i mean if the jungle has to be explored then it has to be explored yfm
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
chris is a really sweet guy but he loves to praise and degrade you lowkey saying some shit like “you’re such a pretty whore for my cock baby” AHHHHHH
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
chris jacks off regularly, but it’s just because it’s grown into a habit for him and when does jack off it’s because you tease him by sending risky pics and dirty text him. he loves going through all the videos and pics in his hidden folder
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
chris loves marking and having you bite him, whenever he feels your teeth grazing on him he goes harder on you, it literally sends him into overdrive
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
chris has a lot of favorite places but the shower really gets him because it’s all steamy and hot and your naked wet bodies just rubbing all up on each other plus it’s easy to clean up.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
you. anything you do turns him on, even when you’re not trying to. but secretly when you’re wearing a miniskirt it does the trick
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he would never do pegging
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
chris LOVES receiving, he loves watching you take him whole, gagging on him, he loves to cum all over you and fuck your face, it boosts his ego
but when chris is giving you know damn well he’s tongue fucking you or sucking your clit while he fingers you, he’s very skilled with his mouth.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
depends on the night but fast and rough is chris’ favorite way to get you off but he will go slow and deep to tease you
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
chris loves quickies, anywhere, anytime, you just gotta give him a certain look and he’s like alright yup. OR if you’re just lookin extra good, he’s already dragging you to a secluded area
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
bye this man loves risky things, he’s very experimental and is willing to do whatever you’d like to do (within reason ofc)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i feel like chris can go for a long time bc he’s just so horny, but i also feel like he’d tap out at 2.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i wouldn’t be surprised if he owns a pocket pussy
like i said, if you got a vibrator, he loves when you use it on him and he would most definitely use it on you. but chris gets jealous of your dildos because why would you use it when he’s right there?.?.? like hellooooo
i also think he would love to use those vibrators that he can control through his phone so he can see you squirm to hold it in together in public
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
okay so chris LOVES to tease you, he just loves running his hands all over your body and avoiding the place where you really need, but if you do it back to him he’s just a whining mess. you’re gonna need to put him in handcuffs to restrain him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
chris does yap im not gonna lie, but it is a lot of dirty talk. lots of groans and dirty talks. if you are taking control though he will let out a couple whines and whimpers. HE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY SAY SOME SHIT LIKE “yeah baby?” “you’re doing so good for me” “damn ma you're so tight”
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
DEALER!CHRIS
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
oh bro is big, im like 90% sure. i feel like he’s a good size to stretch you out and fill you up perfectly tho.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
honestly, chris has so much horniness built in him, he’s just always down to fuck. you could literally be at someone’s wedding and the moment you give him the eyes, he’s telling you to meet him in the bathroom.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
bro will knock out so quick. i mean of course he’s gonna ask you if you need anything and take care of you, but after he’s out that shower, bro is schlumped, good luck waking him up babes
author's note: hiii i made this quick lil headcanon(?) if that's what you call it but i haven't written anything for chris yet so here's something small while i work on an actual chris fic enjoy sexies mwah <3
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MWAHAHAHAHHA. ALTERNATIVE ENDING TIMEEE. The vender flowers fic thing. I am here to request an alternative angst ending. Ok SO *cracks knuckles* Mel still chooses you and still goes to your place to confess. However, when u lean in to kiss her, she kisses u back. Then, smut (y’all sleep together). Then, she goes home to break up w Gary. She explains her feelings and he was so understanding and loving that she realizes she doesn’t want to let him go. So they end up staying together. Then at school u see her w Gary and you’re (patiently) like “hey what’s up have u done it yet like what’s goin on” and she tells u that she hasn’t but she will and that she can’t wait to be with you. Then y’all fuck again maybe or just make out idk, up to u, and you’re all happi and giggly BUT THEN the next day she tells u the truth. That she doesn’t wanna let him go and you’re like “ok so u just used me/lied so u could get the best of both worlds/just to sleep w me” and then idk what she says after that u can pick. And idk how to end this u can pick hahaha.
Alright, I finished it! And before anyone asks, we made a deal that if I do a lot of angst then I can have my happy ending. 😊 Although I think it’s more sad than angsty. And when you put the cracks knuckles, I burst out laughing. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it.
On another note: I notice that half of you put compliments for me in your prompts and I love reading them, you guys are so sweet! 🥹❤️ Also I spent 10 minutes picking out a gif cause I got distracted looking at Lisa…I regret nothing.
The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses - Alt End
Warnings: where to start? A bit of toxic Mel, angst, sadness, heartbreak, fluff, smut, happy ending. I literally went through a whole rollercoaster of emotions while writing this so good luck!
Words: 7.3k
“What do you mean when you said you chose me?” You ask her.
“I mean if I went home then I would be choosing Gary, and I know I would lose you. If I came here then I would be choosing you and lose Gary.” She tells you. “And I can’t lose you.” She adds on and you look at her shocked.
“But you can lose Gary?” You ask her and she nods.
“He’s not as important as you.” She tells you and you look down at your fingers and twiddle your thumbs. Melissa takes your hand with hers and interlace your fingers and brings her other hand to your chin and gets you to look up at her. “I want to be with you.” She tells you and a tear rolls down your cheek. She wipes the tear and cups your cheek.
“I want to be with you too.” You tell her and you lean forward to kiss her and she leans forward to kiss you back. Once your lips connect you immediately feel that this is right, where you’re supposed to be and you’re already hooked on her.
Melissa is feeling the same way and she puts her hands in your hair and moans. She pushes you back on the couch to deepen the kiss but you stop her.
“Me-Melissa.” You say and she pulls back and looks at you. “We shouldn’t do anything else, you’re still with Gary.” You tell her and leans forward to you and puts her hands in your hair again.
“I don’t care, I’ve wanted you for so long and I don’t want to wait any longer.” She says and kisses you again. She pushes you back again and this time you let her. She’s on top of you now and runs her fingers down your body and you gasp a bit and she slides her tongue in your mouth. You moan at that and she takes her shirt off and you run your hands all over the newly exposed skin. She brings her mouth to your neck and leaves kisses all over it.
“Melissa, do you want to go to the bedroom? Lot more space on the bed.” You suggest and she groans. She then slides her hand under you and pushes you closer to her and she sits up and brings you with her. She then picks you up and she stands up and carries you to the bed. She goes back on top of you and goes and sucks your neck and you gasp and buck your hips. She then unclips her bra and takes it off then takes your shirt off. Her breasts fall out of her bra and are freed from their prison and you set your eyes on them and stare. “Take your pants off.” You tell her and she pulls back from your neck and looks at you before she takes her pants and underwear off. At the same time you take your pants and underwear off. She then goes back to you and all you have on is your bra and she straddles your lap as you’re sitting against the headboard. She gets hit by a wave of desire for you and starts grinding your leg and you go and suck on a nipple. She takes the opportunity to unclip your bra and take it off then places her hands on your boobs.
You then place her between your legs and slide a finger in her entrance and she moans out. You notice she’s tight and you slide another finger in to really fill her and she falls forward into you. “Omg! Yes!” She says and you slide them in and out and quickly go faster. “Omg! That feels so good! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh fuck!” She screams out.
“You’re so tight. Been awhile?” You ask her and she nods. “Hmm, how long?” You ask.
“3…we…weeks.” She says and you smile.
“He has you and is able to go 3 weeks without sex?” You say and she whines. You figure he must have a lower than average sex drive and it must be driving her crazy as 3 weeks is too long for her. “You know, when we get together, I don’t think I’ll be able to go more than 3 days without fucking you.” You tell her and she whines again. You place a hand on her back and pull her closer to you and she moans. You place your thumb on her clit and she gasps. A few seconds later her legs start shaking and you feel her clench around your fingers. “Go on and cum.” You tell her and she comes a couple seconds later. You stop your fingers but she starts riding them and places her thumb between her legs to rub her clit and she must still need more and you smile. “Oh you’re very horny.” You say and she moans. You move your fingers in her again and she gasps. You move her fingers out of the way and place your thumb back on her clit and rub it. She places her hands on your back and has her body pushed right up against you. Her legs start shaking again and she comes seconds later. This time it’s you that doesn’t stop and she cries out as she feels another orgasm building and she’s sensitive. The next one hits not even 30 seconds later and she screams out as she comes. You pull out of her gently and she’s holding on to you tightly and you don’t move as her heart rate slows down. She then slides off of you and down your body and is on her stomach and connects her mouth to your clit.
“I love how you taste.” She tells you and goes right back to licking your clit.
“Ooohhh Mel…omg your tongue feels so good!” You say between gasps. She then slides two fingers in your entrance and you scream out. It doesn’t take long until you come with her name in your mouth. She pulls out of you and comes to lay down beside you.
You cuddle each other for a few minutes until you stop shaking and you’re breathing normally. You then go and get a cloth and you both clean yourself up. Melissa then gets dressed and she gives you another kiss before she leaves to go home to end things with Gary.
When she gets home, she takes a deep breath before getting out of the car and going inside. She sees Gary sitting on the couch and watching tv and he’s looking at her with a smile.
“Hey, you’re home. Where’d you go?” He says without any judgement, just curiosity.
“I went to see y/n.” She said to him and he nods, knowing you two are good friends.
“How is she?” He asks and she walks towards him.
“Good. We need to talk though.” She says and sits on the couch next to him. He turns off the tv and turns to her and gives her his full attention.
Melissa then explains everything, leaving out the part that you two had sex. She tells him about the friendship you two formed and when her feelings for you started. Then she admits that she found out you feel the same and that’s why she went to see you.
“And I feel bad about it cause you’re really good to me and I never wanted to hurt you.” She finishes and Gary looks at her with understanding. He then explains how he knew something was going on with the way you both look at each other. Then explains that he’s always wanted what’s best for her and to support her. Melissa looks at him shocked. She expected for him to be angry, not supportive of what she wants and she’s overwhelmed with it. She realises she doesn’t want to let him go but also doesn’t want to let you go, she doesn’t know what to do.
The next day Melissa and Gary arrive in the break room in the morning and you frown. You thought she was talking to him last night but then thought that maybe she didn’t want to do it on Valentine’s Day.
It did hurt a bit when you also see them at lunch, being all happy but didn’t mention anything. Melissa noticed your reaction all day and she feels guilty, knowing she’ll have to make a decision. At the end of the day you go to see her in her classroom.
“Hey Melissa.” You say to her and she spins around to look at you with a smile.
“Hey y/n.”
“So what’s up?”
“I’m happy that it’s Friday.” She answers and you close her door.
“Ya so am I. I was wondering if you’ve done it yet or are you going to, you know, break up with Gary.” You tell her and she smiles at you.
“Ya, I didn’t want to do it yesterday being as it was Valentine’s Day and a Thursday but I’ll do it. I honestly can’t wait to be with you.” She says and you go and kiss her. She kisses you back and it turns into a heated make out session. You end up getting pushed to her desk and you go and sit on top of it, continuing to make out with her. You then pull back after making out for a few minutes. “I just love kissing you already.” She says and you smile at her.
“I love kissing you too. And I can’t wait until I can kiss you whenever.” You tell her and she smiles at you.
“I’ll let you know when I break up with him.” She says and boops your nose and you giggle.
“Alright, but don’t make me wait long.” You tell her and she gives you another kiss and then you both leave.
You go home and sit on your couch and watch tv for the rest of the day, waiting to see when she’ll text you that she broke up with him. You don’t get a text that evening.
The next day she comes to your place in the morning and you open up the door and smile widely when you see her.
“Morning Melissa, so does this mean it’s done?” You ask her and she looks down at the floor.
“We got to talk.” She says and your smile drops and you tilt your head.
“Um…ok.” You say and let her in.
You both sit on your couch and she takes a few deep breaths before speaking.
“I spoke to Gary on Thursday night after coming back from your place. I told him everything, well except for us having sex. And he was so understanding and supportive and I couldn’t let him go. And now I don’t want to let him go at all but I also don’t want to let you go.” She admits and you look at her. You’re processing everything that she just told you and you sigh.
“So let me see if I got this right. So you lied to me and used me to just get the best of both? For him to meet your emotional needs and sleep with me to meet your sexual needs?” You ask and she nods.
“I’m sorry, I never want to hurt either of you.” She says and you suck in a breath.
“You can’t have both of us Melissa, it’s one or the other.” You tell her and she looks defeated.
“I don’t know who to choose.” She admits and your anger comes out.
“If you can’t choose then that means that you just don’t want to tell me that it’s him you’re choosing.” You say sternly and she goes to answer but you don’t want to hear anymore. “Get out.” You grit through your teeth and she looks taken back by your words. “I said get out!” You yell and point to the door. Melissa is on the verge of tears so she does as you say and leaves.
You immediately block her number and text Ava asking if she has plans tonight. She texts you back and tells you what club she’s going to and if you wanted to tag along. You immediately accept and you go to the bar with her and a couple friends of hers and you get drunk. You dance most of the night and get hit on by men and women. You kiss a couple women and by the end of the night Ava gets you a ride home.
You spend Sunday morning trying to not die and get rid of your major hangover that doesn’t leave until the afternoon. Then you spend the rest of the day doing chores, grading and making a couple changes to your lesson plan.
On Monday morning Melissa tries to talk to you but you shut her down and avoid her. You end up avoiding her all day, which is followed by all week and followed by all month.
At the start, Melissa tries to talk to you every chance she gets and found out quickly that you blocked her. As the days go on with you doing everything to avoid her, her hope and determination of talking to you and trying to make it up to you, goes down. You see she eventually gets the hint and stops trying to talk to you. You see she still glances at you throughout the day but those become fewer and fewer as the days pass. Glances you can handle though, as long as she doesn’t try and talk to you then you can deal with her looking at you.
Eventually she stops looking at you at all and you two are basically just co workers who don’t interact. You start to make friends with other teachers that aren’t friends with Melissa or anyone that is friends with Melissa’s friends. Everyone notices the growing distance between you both and Barb is the first to mention something.
“What’s going on with you and y/n?” Barb asks, about 2 weeks after you started avoiding her.
“Nothing, nothing is going on.” Melissa says with a bit of anger. No one mentions it again but feels bad that Melissa is taking it hard, while you seemed to have moved on easily. Ava did mention that you went out to a club with her and her friends and kissed a couple girls, to which Melissa was shocked and got upset at that.
You want everyone to see that what happened between you and Melissa didn’t heavily affect you but in reality, it crushed you.
About 3 months later, you’re having a rather rough night after a bad date so in a split second decision, you unblock her number. All the texts that she sent you in those 3 months pop up and you’re shocked at the amount of texts there were, probably about 200.
Melissa knew you blocked her number but still chose to text you anyway, it made her feel better and no one tried to stop her.
You read all the messages and you feel like you went on a rollercoaster of emotions. She starts with saying how sorry she is about what happened and that she broke up with Gary a week after. Then she goes on saying that she misses you, she misses having you around her, even just as a friend. She says that she wants to have you back and will do anything to make it up to you.
You start to feel sympathy for her as you read them and then remember what she did and how it made you feel and then go back to angry at her and continue reading.
The texts start to get a bit angry as she’s upset about what happened and obviously going through the 5 stages of grief. She goes on saying a bunch of English and Italian curse words, some directed at you and some about the situation. She then goes and apologises for everything she said, even if you never see the texts she’ll know what she said and would feel bad about it. It takes you a good 2 hours to get through all of them. Her last text being the one that hits the hardest.
Melissa: I know you haven’t seen any of these and might never. But wanted to apologise for everything that happened. For not noticing the signs, not having the courage to admit my feelings, and then putting you through hell and having sex with you. I never wanted to use you, it was never my intention. And I’m sorry about the fact that it took losing you to figure out what I want. I guess it’s true what they say, you never know your lover until you let her go. I spent almost 3 months sending you texts, I don’t even know why, but it made me feel better in a way. But now it’s time to fully let go of everything. I wish you the best luck and life you could have and I’m sorry that I messed it up and won’t get to see you thrive and live your best life. Love, Melissa
You cried so much that night and you think about everything that happened and everything she told you and all the texts she sent you. Melissa on the other hand didn’t notice that all her texts went through to you, even the one she sent a week ago. The one she knew she had to send to finally let you go and move on herself.
A week goes by as if you didn’t read all her texts. You’re debating whether you should talk to her or not and think that you should protect yourself and your heart from her. But on the other hand you think about her texts and how hurt she sounded. You see her throughout the day and see that she’s now mostly healed from what happened and you shouldn’t put each other through that again. You come to the decision that you two will never talk and be in each other's lives again.
That day happens to be the same one that you’re too in your head and don’t see a car coming straight for you. All the teachers are heading out to their cars across the street, as they’re fixing the parking lot. You’re crossing the street and it seems you parked right behind Melissa so you two are heading in the same direction. You start crossing the street as she’s saying goodbye to Barb and about to cross as well. Melissa sees a car coming and you don’t notice as you’re crossing, she immediately starts running towards you, and pushes you out of the way right before the car hits you.
Melissa gets hit by the car instead and goes flying into the windshield. Luckily the driver was slowing down as he noticed you walking out onto the street, he still did damage to Melissa but fortunately didn’t kill her. The driver was able to fully stop and got out to go check on her, as well as Barb who saw the whole thing. You hit the pavement and turned around to see Melissa hitting the windshield and rolling off the car. You run towards her as well, overwhelmed with what just happened. You all go towards her and the driver calls for an ambulance.
“Melissa!” You say as you reach her and she’s unconscious as she hit her head on the windshield.
“Oh my Lord!” Barb says as she reaches you both. You both stay by her until the ambulance arrives.
Janine, Jacob, Gregory, Ava and Mr Johnson end up seeing the commotion before the ambulance arrive and go towards it to see what happened. As they get closer they realise Melissa got hit by the car and they start running.
“Omg what happened?” Janine says and sees you with Melissa’s head in your lap and Barb trying to comfort you.
“All my fault!” You exclaimed through tears.
“No it’s not dear. You forgot to check for cars and didn’t notice the car coming, it happens. But it was Melissa’s decision to push you out of the way and got hit by the car instead of you.” Barb says and Janine and Jacob gasp. Ava puts a hand over her mouth in shock, Gregory and Mr Johnson are too stunned to do anything. They all stay with you until the ambulance arrives.
The ambulance gets there 4 minutes after the call was made and they check her over quickly and say she has to go to the hospital for further examination and treatment. They gently and quickly put her on the stretcher and into the ambulance, and then drive to the hospital.
They all stay next to you as they all watch the ambulance drive Melissa to the hospital. You’re still blaming yourself for what happened and even wish that she didn’t push you out of the way. She shouldn’t pay the consequences for your mistake.
You look defeated and walk towards your car and Barb speaks up. “Dear, do you want to get a ride with me and Gerald to the hospital?” She asks you and you turn around.
“Why would I go to the hospital?” You ask her.
“To go see Melissa.” She says with a gentle tone.
“I’m not going to see her. This is all my fault. I mean why did she even push me out of the way? She should have let me get hit by that car!” You say and everyone but Barb leaves so you and Barb can have privacy.
“Sweetheart, it was Melissa’s decision. And she pushed you out of the way because even though whatever happened between you two happened, she still cares about you and would rather save you then watch you get hurt.” She explains softly.
“We haven’t talked in 3 months because I cut her out of my life! How can she still care about me?” You ask with tears in your eyes.
“Melissa feels deeply for people in her life. Once you find yourself in her life then she has hard time letting go, I saw her struggle with trying to let you go. She never said what happened, all she told me was that she screwed up with you.” Barb tells you and you’re crying at this point but you stay away from her when she tries to comfort you.
“I’m not going to the hospital, it’s my fault she got hurt and I don’t want to hurt her more. I do hope she makes a full recovery quickly though.” You tell her and Barb knows you’re not going to change your mind and lets you go. You go to your car and drive home.
She gets Gerald to drive to the hospital to go see Melissa, as well as the trio. They’re surprised when you don’t show up and Barb tells them that you blame yourself. Melissa does end up waking up a few hours later after the doctors treated her injuries. Janine was the first to notice and makes her way to her side beside Barb as Gregory goes to get a Doctor saying she’s awake.
The doctor asks her a few questions and checks her over again and says that she’s healing properly and should be good to go home in a few days. They did mention she’ll need crutches as she got hit in the leg and they put a cast on her left leg. Once the doctor leaves, the trio stays for about half an hour before heading home. As soon as they leave, that's when Melissa asks Barb about you.
“I’m sorry, I tried to get her to come but she was very against it, saying she doesn’t want to hurt you again, and blaming herself for what happened.” Barb tells her and Melissa groans and puts her head back on the pillow. “If it’s any consolation, she was surprised that you pushed her out of the way. She thought you didn’t care about her anymore.” Barb tells her and Melissa looks at her.
“On Valentine’s Day she was going to see me with flowers and a card to confess her feelings for me. She saw how Gary and I declared our feelings and threw out the flowers and the card in the garbage. I guess she must have kicked it in anger cause the bin was knocked over and I saw the flowers and the card. I went over to her place right after and we both confessed our feelings.” Melissa is finally telling Barb what happened. “But then I screwed up. We didn’t hold back and we…we had sex. Then I promised her to go and break up with Gary. I went to do that, like I talked to him about it all but the way he was supportive and understanding made me not want to let him go since it’s been so long since I had a partner like that.” Melissa says and Barb nods in understanding. “She came and talked to me the next day and I promised again to break up with him. But then on Saturday I went over to her house and told her the truth and I said I couldn’t choose between them. She got angry and told me to get out.” Melissa finishes. “That’s what happened.”
“Melissa, you made a mistake, I mean my god. You and y/n are both putting blame on yourselves for making a mistake because you’re human.” Barb says. “It’s not your fault that Gary’s support and understanding made you feel good and left you confused because Joe kept hurting you. And it’s not y/n’s fault that she got distracted and didn’t notice the car coming at her and the fact that you pushed her out of the way and got hit instead.” Barb says and Melissa sniffles. “She got so mad at herself that she wished you just let her get hit.” Barb tells her and Melissa looks at her in shock. “I know you wouldn’t have let that happen and I told her that. But something tells me that there’s more to y/n’s side than she was letting on.” Barb tells her and Melissa goes to her phone to go to your texts to see pictures you sent her. And that’s when her face pales instantly. “What?” Barb asks when she sees Melissa’s face.
“They sent. All the texts that I sent her got delivered. That means she unblocked my number and she must have read them or at least a few of them. Probably not all since I sent a lot.” Melissa says and rambles a bit.
“Do you know when she unblocked your number.” Barb asks.
“It says it was delivered…last week.” Melissa says the last 2 words quietly.
“You know I did notice that she was distracted this week and that she looked at you a few times.” Barb says, knowing that you acted differently this week but didn’t say anything. When you cut Melissa out, you also cut out her, the trio, Ava and Mr Johnson, pretty much everyone in Melissa’s life from school.
A week goes by and Melissa returns back after that. The cast has to stay on her leg for a month and then a brace after for another month. She’s using crutches that she learned to use in the hospital during her stay there.
You secretly spy on her for a week when she returns and you see her get frustrated a few times about her limitations. You stay away though, thinking it’s the best course of action. You even hand Ava your notice, saying after the school year ends in a month, you’re not coming back. Ava accepts the notice but never approves you leaving, she said she’ll put it through on the last day.
On the second week that Melissa returns, she moves one of the crutches wrong, causing her to slip and fall. You happened to be right behind her and you caught her. It took both of you a second to figure out what happened and you lock eyes when you help her back up.
“Thank you.” She tells you and you look down at the ground before looking back up.
“I should be thanking you, this would have been me if you didn’t push me.” You say and she stares at you. This is the first time you guys talk to each other in over 3 months. “Melissa, why did you push me? Why didn’t you just let me get hit?” You ask, the guilt eating away at you.
“Why would I let you get hit? I care about you and I don’t want to see you hurt, especially if I could prevent it.” She says. “I’ll take having to walk around in a cast and with crutches, and cursing when I can’t do something the same way for a bit, if it means that you don’t have too.” She tells you genuinely and you’re speechless.
“How have you been getting to school and back?” You suddenly ask and she tilts her head at you, confused.
“Barb and Gerald have been driving me. They let me sit in the passenger seat to have room for my leg, and they help me in and out of the car.” She explains.
“Can I drive you home tonight?” You blurt out and it takes both of you by surprise. “To give them a break and as a thank you for saving me.” You tell her and she smiles.
“You don’t have to thank me.” She tells you.
“I do actually. I don't know many people who would save someone from getting hit by a car and let themselves get hit instead.” You tell her and she looks down and blushes.
“If you really want, then sure. I’m sure Gerald and Barb would like the break.” She says and you nod.
“Ok, I’ll come to your classroom after school then.” You say and she nods and you walk to your classroom. Melissa watches you walk away and she sighs contentedly. Maybe she can make it up to you after all.
Ava saw the interaction and passes by Melissa. “You might want to interact with her while you still can.” Ava tells her and Melissa looks at her confused.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She asks.
“It means that she gave her notice a couple days ago. After the year is done then she’s not coming back.” Ava tells Melissa, and if she didn’t have crutches then she would have fallen right there.
“She’s leaving?” Melissa mutters but Ava hears her and nods.
“Like I said, interact with her while you still can. There’s 3 weeks until school is done.” Ava says and walks away.
Melissa feels like the weight that once crushed her 3 months ago came back. You were leaving Abbott in 3 weeks and she didn’t know why. She thought you loved it here.
At the end of the day, she’s sitting at her desk when you come and knock on her door that’s open, signalling your presence.
“Ready to go?” You ask and she looks at you. You were probably never going to tell her that you’re leaving, this favour you’re doing is the only thing that you’ll probably do as a thank you before leaving. You were probably just going to finish up the last 3 weeks, and not mention to anyone that you’re leaving. And just leave them to figure it out when they don’t see you again. A bit of anger courses through her at that.
“Why are you leaving?” She asks you and you look at her stunned. You told Ava to not tell anyone, you just want to leave quietly.
“Ava couldn’t keep her mouth shut I see.” You say and her face gets more stern. “I’ll tell you in the car.” You say and she takes that compromise. You help her up and then walk beside her all the way to your car. You take her crutches and help her stay up as she gets in the car and then put the crutches in the back seat.
You get in and start the car and start the way to her house. You see her looking at you and you sigh and take a breathe before answering her question.
“I’m leaving because I have too ok.” You start and she looks confused. “I don’t belong here anymore. I made a couple friends with teachers but nothing too serious. I feel lonely here and all the students and teachers know that you got hit because you saved me. Do you know how many weird looks I get from people daily? I lose count. And I feel guilty everytime I see you or when I hear your crutches. You’re the only one who made me feel welcomed when I got here, and then I cut you and everyone you know at Abbott out of my life. So now I have no one. I figured it was best to leave and just start fresh.” You tell her.
“And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” She asks.
“There’s no one to tell.” You tell her casually and with a shrug. That got to her, the way you said, like you accepted it.
“You told Ava not to tell anyone.” She says.
“That’s because I didn’t want anyone asking why I’m leaving.” You say and glance at her.
“How many of my texts did you read?” She blurts out and she sees you tense. “I saw they got delivered to you, a week before the accident.” She tells you and you sigh.
“I came home after a bad date and I felt vulnerable so I unblocked your number.” You tell her and she gets surprised by you having a date, that means you’re dating again. Melissa decided to break up with Gary and swore off dating forever, not wanting the drama and pain it causes. “I read all of them.” You admit and her eyes go wide. She thought you would never see a single one and it was her way of therapy for losing you.
“I thought you would never see them.” She says and looks down.
“Well whatever the reason you sent so many must have helped as you moved on.” You tell her and snaps her head up at you. “You said so in the last text and you seemed lighter, the week before the accident.” You say. “It’s part of the reason why I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” You admit.
“What are the other reasons?” She can’t help but ask.
“The fact that I cut you out of my life and you eventually stopped trying to talk to me. I thought you’re the queen of cutting people out and not having any emotional attachment to people that you cut out. Also, I thought you’d be happy with Gary and forget about me.” You tell her and that stung her.
“I broke up with me and I swore off dating.” She tells you and you let out an airy laugh.
“Ya right. Melissa, I know you, you want to be loved, you want to spend your days with someone. For them to give you physical affection and you love cooking for people that you love and want to show that you care.” You tell her.
“You’re right, I want to spend my days with the right person. But that person cut me out of her life because I fucked it up.” She tells you and you’re glad there’s a red light or else you might have made a mistake while driving. “So yes, I gave up because I didn’t see a point.” She tells you and you turn into her neighbourhood. You’re silent for the minute it takes until you pull up in her driveway and then you turn to look at her.
“Why didn’t you choose me then?” You ask her. “I gave you a choice. You told me on Valentine’s Day that you chose me then 2 days later you said you're not choosing me anymore.” You obviously still have anger about what happened.
“I went home and did start to talk to Gary to break up with him. But I never got so much support and understanding that I got from him from anyone else, including Joe. It felt nice and I got confused. I broke up with him a week later but by then it was too late, I already lost you.” She says and a tear rolls down her cheek from remembering how it felt to lose you. “Y/n, it took me 3 months to not always feel the pain of losing you. All I wanted was to talk to you, for you to have me back in any way that you were comfortable with, because I just wanted you in my life. I looked lighter like I moved on but I didn’t, it seemed like that because I was adjusting to life without you, I was finally forcing myself to accept that you weren’t going to be in my life again.” She tells you and looks you in the eyes. “Then I saw that car coming right for you and you didn’t notice. So before I even thought about it, I was running towards you and pushed you to safety, knowing it was you or me that was going to get hit. And I chose for me to get hit, because I care about you. And honestly, if I knew everything that was going to happen, I would have still done it.” She tells you and a tear rolls down your cheek.
She goes to wipe it away but you beat her to it. You turn away from her and wipe your eyes. “Come on, I’ll help you get to your house then I’ll leave you be.” You tell her and she grabs your arm and you look at her.
“You have never been in my way. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I regret not breaking up with Gary when I should have, I regret not choosing you when you gave me the option. There’s so many things I regret and they all centre around you. I regret all the things that made me lose you.” She tells you sternly, making you understand the importance of what she’s saying. You look at her and see how vulnerable she’s being and you’re stunned, she’s never this vulnerable to anyone. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss her. Melissa is stunned for a second then kisses you back. She missed you and even though she only had a few kisses with you, she still remembered what it was like and missed being intimate with you. You pull back a few seconds later with fear in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” She asks you as soon as she sees your eyes.
“I don’t know what came over me. I mean we’re both trying to move on and then I go and do that.” You say and she laughs. You look at her and furrow your eyebrows, confused as hell.
“Oh y/n, I gave you a whole love confession and you think I could ever move on from you?” She asks and your brain goes blank. “You’re adorable. You’re so smart but so clueless. I love you y/n, I always will. No matter what happens, my heart will belong to you.” She tells you and she cups your cheek. “Whether you forgive me or not, whether we’re ever together or never together, if you cut me out of your life forever or let me back in. Even if you break my heart or decide to spend your life with someone else and I have to watch. I will always love you. These past 3 months, I’ve been loving you from a distance. Every day it broke my heart but I never stopped loving you.” She tells you.
“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. And I’ve watched so many romance movies and read so many romance novels, been to multiple weddings and never heard anything as sweet as that.” You tell her and she gives you a watery smile. She goes to pull her hand back when you don’t react further but you grab it and place it back on your cheek and lean into her touch. You undo your seatbelt and lunge forward and kiss her.
“Woah!” She says as it takes her by surprise. Your lips land on hers and she immediately kisses you back. You pull back after a few seconds and look at her.
“I love you too.” You simply say and she smiles. “I’m not even going to attempt a speech because it will never come close to yours.” You tell her and she giggles.
“I don’t need one. I know how you feel about me. I see it in your eyes and feel it in your kisses.” She tells you.
“You should seriously stop talking, because you’re saying all the sweetest things.” You say and she gives you a kiss.
“As much as I would love to stay in this car with you, my butt is going numb.” She tells you and you get out of the car, grab her crutches and open her door. She uses you to push herself up and balances herself with the crutches. You help her into her house and onto her couch. You feel out of place here and you don’t really know what else to do so you say goodbye.
“Well if you don’t need anything else then I’ll just go.” You tell her and she tilts her head at you.
“You don’t want to stay?” She asks.
“Well do you need help with anything else?” You ask.
“You don’t have to help me with something as a reason to stay.” She tells you and sees the conflict in your eyes. “Well it would help if you stayed. Keep me company cause I’ve been really bored. Sitting here most of the evening with nothing to do. I can’t even cook a lot because that requires two hands and perfect timing. And I wouldn’t mind some cuddles. You were right about that too, I crave physical affection from a partner.” She tells you and you make your way over and sit beside her on the couch. You don’t miss the way she beams when you decide not to leave.
“I knew you were a big softie.” You tease and she glares at you.
“If you tell anyone-”
“You’ll what?” You counter and raise your eyebrows, questioning her threat.
“Well I wouldn’t do anything to you but I’ll have to kill them.” She says and you laugh, knowing her threat is empty.
“I do forgive you btw, for what happened. Do you forgive me for what happened to you?” You ask her and she’s confused.
“Y/n, there was nothing to forgive, you didn’t do anything.”
“If I paid attention then it wouldn’t have forced you to save me.” You tell her.
“Y/n, like I said there’s nothing to forgive, but if it makes you feel better then I forgive you.” She tells you and you hug her. You have your arms wrapped around her neck and body pressed to hers. She puts her hands on your back cautiously then hugs you back. Feeling this is more intimate than any kiss she had with her exes. It’s a hug full of love, of promise to not letting each other go again. And you both keep that promise till death do you part.
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please please please i am BEGGING for extremely dominant and possessive vessel
bonus points for any facefucking, choking, edging, restraining the reader. maybe a lil of him getting off on seeing them cry. but of degradation and a lot of praise and dirty talk thrown in for good measure and i will owe u my entire life (i just KNOW this man has a mouth on him in the bedroom and he will use it in more ways than one)
Mine To Use ✶ Vessel x GN! Reader
Warnings: nsfw, smut, oral (m receiving), choking, degradation, edging, restraining, fingering, dacryphilia, mean! vessel
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“I thought I told you to be ready for me when I got home.”
Vessels on you the second he walks through the door. He stalks up to you, grabbing ahold of your shirt collar and pulls you up to stand. You gasp in surprise as he roughly pulls you to your feet.
His hand closes around your throat, applying slight pressure. His thumb on your jaw turns your head to the side, his mouth moving in close to your ear. “What? Are you too dumb to follow instructions? Hm?” His teeth close over your earlobe.
You only let out a hum when his grip on your neck tightens, his other hand reaching behind you to roughly grope your ass. “Let’s see if this makes sense to you. On your knees. Now.” His hand pushes down on your neck.
You quickly drop to your knees, hands reaching up to massage his thighs. You so badly want to ask him why he’s in such a mood but you don’t want to push your luck by asking questions.
“Well look at that. You seem eager for my cock down your throat. Is that right?” His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You gaze up at him and nod. You open your mouth when his thumb pushes down harder and he runs the pad over your bottom teeth. You stick your tongue out to lick over his finger and watch as his jaw clenches.
His other hand grabs one of your own, dragging it up, placing it over his belt buckle. Your hands move quickly, unfastening the buckle and pulling it off of him completely. Your fingers hook into his waistband, tugging his pants down his hips. His hard cock springs free and Vessel snickers when he sees you swallow, your eyes watching it bob in front of your face. He grabs the base of his cock with one hand, the back of your neck with the other, keeping your head still. “Open.” You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. “Hm, what a good little whore. Hands behind your back. I don’t want you touching me.”
You want to pout at his words, your hands itching to wrap around him but you reluctantly clasp your hands behind your back. He grips the back of your neck tighter and lets the tip of his cock tap on your tongue. He slides his length over tongue into your open mouth, his hand moving to the top of your head. You let your lips close around him, sliding further down his length. He lets out a deep breath above you when your lips and tongue slide up to meet his tip, your tongue swirling around the head.
He lets you lick and suck all over his cock for a short while, just enjoying the warm of your mouth. His hips eventually start thrusting to meet your mouth halfway, the grip he has on your hair tightening. “Shit. Just want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. You gonna let me?” Both his hands grip the sides of your face, keeping your head still as he thrusts roughly into your mouth. “Of course you are. Good cock slut.” He grunts, pushing your head forward. You moan at his words, cut short when you feel his cock slip into your throat. He keeps it there, shallow thrusts from his hips. You gag around him, eyes squeezing shut, your hands itching to grip his thighs, craving something to hold on to.
He pulls his cock from your mouth completely, a cough coming from you at the sudden movement. Vessel breathily chuckles, grabs his cock and runs it along your cheek, your saliva covering your face. You moan, breathless and dazed as you look up at him, sticking your tongue out again. He huffs and smirks before he’s back to thrusting into your waiting mouth. He pushes his thumb in, along side his cock, stretching your mouth open wider. “You see this?” He pulls his thumb away to show you the saliva coating his finger before smearing it across your cheek. “Is this your dumb bunny brain leaking out of your mouth? You’ve gone stupid on my cock, huh? Just a drooly little hole that’s all mine to use.” He uses his leg to nudge your clenched thighs open, his foot pushing up against your core.
You greedily grind your hips down on his covered foot, moans freely crawling up from your throat. Your hands clench harder behind your back, hips moving quickly and impatiently. “You like being called stupid, don’t you? Look at you.” He pushes the top of his foot up into you harder. His hips still thrusting fast into your mouth, faltering occasionally. “It’s almost pathetic. That you like being treated this.” His voice comes out in growl, his hips moving even faster, if that’s possible. He groans at the sound and feel of you gagging around him, his hands roughly pulling your head to him.
He grunts, jaw clenched, his hips stutter. “Gonna cum down your throat. You’re gonna take it all.” You let a deep breath out through your nose as you feel him release at the back of your throat. You watch him throw his head back, the muscles on his chest and stomach flexing. You gag around him again, his cock, cum and all the extra spit in your mouth becoming too much. He just stands there for a moment, catching his breath before he hums and looks down at you, slowly pulling his cock from your mouth, saliva dripping from your lips. You finally swallow and take in a deep breath.
Your hips still grind and bounce on his foot as you look up at him with needy and pleading eyes. Whiny whimpers falling from your mouth. “Can I please touch?” You plead out, biting over your bottom lip.
Vessel just stares down at you, his hand smoothing over your hair. “Go on.” He nods down at you. Your hands fly out to grip at his leg, fingertips digging into his thigh, your hips grinding down harder. You’re practically hugging his leg and he lets you, eyes watching you, full of amusement. He registers the high pitched moans you let out and the way the rhythm of your hips get sloppy before he’s prying your fingers off his thigh and removing his foot out from under you. You whine out at the loss of contact, your release having only been mere seconds away.
He pulls you up to stand, his hand latching around your neck, squeezing, his mouth attaching to your swollen lips. You groan when his tongue licks into your mouth, gripping his forearm. He pushes you with the hand on your throat, walking you backwards towards the bedroom, his mouth moving to kiss and lick on the side of your face. He pushes you on the mattress when the back of your knees hit the bed, crawling over you, his hand and mouth resuming their previous positions.
His other hand finds its way under your shirt to grope and squeeze on your chest. He rests his thigh between your own, your hips almost immediately bucking up against it. He kisses over your chin and jaw, groaning. “So needy.” You chase your release again, hips moving quickly over his leg, your hand gripping the back of his neck.
He pulls away from you completely, pushing himself up to stand and you cry out, hips moving against nothing now. He leaves the room without saying anything. You think about trailing your hand down to play with yourself while he’s gone but you already know you’re in for a long night. If he caught you, that’d surely only make things worse for yourself. Vessel returns, his belt in hand. “Hands up for me.” You put your wrists together in front of yourself.
He loops the belt around your wrists, pulling your arms over your head, fastening the other end of the belt to the headboard with a crude knot. “Such a good listener, aren’t you?” He straddles your thighs, leaning down to kiss you with surprising softness and warmth. His thumb strokes over your neck and throat before his hand wraps around it again, this time only applying minimal pressure. You pull at your restraints, just wanting to hold his face to yours.
His other hand slips between your legs, palming over you through your bottoms. Moaning at the contact, you feel like you could finish right then and there. His mouth pulls away from yours to watch your face, a small smile on his lips. His hand speeds up over you, applying more pressure, only to let up. Slow speed and teasing, light touches. His hand around your neck matches the pattern he’s created. Squeezing harder as his hand speeds up, releasing pressure as his hand slows down. You can’t register how long he keeps this up. He never keeps his hand moving quickly long enough for your pleasure to peak, not letting you get to the edge, just leaving you simmering.
He eventually pulls both hands from you, moving his head down to kiss all over your chest and stomach. He spends what feels like ten minutes on each nipple. Slowly licking, sucking them into his mouth, his teeth grazing over them occasionally. You’re a heavy breathing mess at this point, wrists aching from pulling at the leather wrapped around them.
“You’re being so good for me. So patient.” He tells you once he settles between your legs, his hands rubbing along your thighs. “Just waiting to make a mess, aren’t you?” You look down at him and eagerly nod, bucking your hips up. “Please.”
He just shrugs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms. “We’ll see.” His fingers tug your bottoms down over your hips and thighs. He lets you kick them down the rest of your legs before settling down again. His eyes trail over you, his mouth attaching to your inner thigh. “Look at you. You must be aching. It almost looks painful.” His lips move along your leg, his fingers reaching out to run over you.
He pins your hips to the bed with his forearm, his mouth now sucking purple marks onto your thighs. Your back arches when you feel his fingers on your opening, massaging in circles. You whimper and you feel Vessel smile on your skin. Two of his fingers slowly push into you, inching in knuckle by knuckle until they’re fully buried in you. You breathe out in fast, shallow breaths, wrists tugging, your hips desperately trying to move.
He brings his fingers all the way out of you before repeating the process. Massage, push into you, pull out and repeat. You’re too dazed to plead or beg, just glad you might actually get your release. His fingers speed up and your vision blurs. He adds a third finger, thrusting in and out of you steadily. You’re right on edge in no time, clenching around his fingers.
It frustrates you that you’re not even surprised when he pulls his fingers from you. That doesn’t stop the long string of whines and moans that leave your mouth. He lets your pleasure die down, just kissing along your thighs, before his hand is on you again, repeating the same torture as before.
It’s after the third time when you feel the tears come. A frustrated, overworked sob comes from you and Vessel’s head snaps up to look at you. He watches you as the first tear slips down your face. You can barely see him through your cloudy vision, but don’t miss the way his jaw clenches as he watches you. You drop your head down on the mattress when you feel his teeth close over the inside of your thigh. “Look at me.” He taps your hip. You look down at him, face covered in tears, eyes red.
He groans when he sees your face, his fingers pushing into you again, not even giving you a minute before he’s roughly thrusting them in and out of you. “So pretty when you cry. You know that?” He breathes out. You can see his hips grinding down on the mattress and it sends a shockwave through you. “I think I could come cum again just looking at you.” His jaw closes over your thigh again. “Tell me why you’re crying.”
His fingers pause slightly and curl inside you before moving again. Your bottom lip quivers as you speak, “You won’t let me cum. I just want to cum.” More tears slip down your face, hips bucking up impatiently.
He groans again, resting his head against your thigh, eyes still watching you. His fingers speed up along with his hips that are still sloppily bucking against the bed. Another cry leaves you when you teeter on the edge again, sure that he’ll pull away from you, but he doesn’t. Your mouth opens silently, hips spasming and bucking, all the sounds that were caught in your throat come tumbling out as you clench hard around his fingers. Waves of overwhelming pleasure roll over you. It almost feels like too much. Your thighs tremble as Vessel’s fingers work you through your climax, letting up only when your foot pushes against his shoulder, trying to move away from his hand.
You lay there, trying to catch your breath, hips still twitching. Steady tears fall now, your mind and body overrun with overwhelming emotion. You feel Vessel over you now, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You blink away enough tears to see his hand wrapped around himself, greedily pumping his cock. His thumb runs over your cheek, gathering the moisture there before dragging it down your neck. He has a look of total desperation on his face.
A gravely moan comes from him as he shuts his eyes, hanging his head. His hips falter before he cums again, ropes of it painting your stomach. His hips buck wildly into his hand as low groans fall from his mouth. Your mouth hangs open slightly as you watch him.
He opens his eyes to look at you, blissed out, his chest heaving. You want to reach out and touch him but you can’t. You impatiently tug on the belt.
His reaches above you to release your hands, his thumbs massaging over the slightly raw skin, his mouth coming down to leave small kisses on your wrists. His hand wipes over your cheeks before he bends down to leave a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and finally pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
He stumbles to stand before leaving the room. Returning shortly after with a wet rag and a bottle of water. You gladly accept the water, taking a long sip as he cleans you up. He lays next to you when he’s finished, hand coming up to brush away any remaining tears from your splotchy face before pulling you close to him.
You lay your head on his chest and close your eyes, feeling exhausted. “You feeling okay?” He rubs a hand down your back. You hum and nod your head, curling around him.
He’s sure you fall asleep the minute he pulls the covers over the two of you. He lays there listening to your heavy breathing for a long while before falling asleep himself.
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Anon, you went crazy with this ask. THANK YOU
Once again, the ending lowkey sucks but that’s okay.
Hope you enjoyed 🤍
K. Bye bye.
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