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parkeraul · 4 years

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wish — holiday blurb | (t.h.)

ann’s note: hello my dudes! happy holidays for everyone who’s celebrating these festive days. i have brand new stuff coming up, so the writing is gonna come back gradually. anyways, i hope you enjoy this little piece and my askbox is open for tom and shawn & i’ll start emptying the requests asap. lots of love 💛.

warnings: fluff, kissing & swearing.

“What do you want for Christmas?” She’s on top of his body, asking too cutely for his own heart.

“Me?” Tom replies, moving his hands to cup her waist. “Love, you don’t have to buy me anything.”

“Stoooop!” Y/N whines, tilting down to glue their chests together and brush both noses softly as she falls forward. “I wanna give you something that you’ll really like.”

“I’ve got you. That’s all I want.”

“Cheesy.”

“Pretty.”

Y/N cannot say she didn’t melt after his words, but she wanted to give Tom a gift he would never forget and, above it all, a gift he’d love so much that he wouldn’t wanna let go of for a very long time. Something that’ll make him happy, something that’ll make him remember her everytime he looks at it — like a little piece of her that he can carry around whenever they’re apart.

“A brand new watch?!” Y/N suggests and pecks his lips after asking close to his lightly–parted mouth. She puts her chin on top of his and eyes his brown puppy eyes lovingly. “Mm? Does that sound good?”

“Nope.” Tom says and she knows he’s denying just to avoid having the possibility of Y/N spending money on such an expensive item.

“Come on!” She growls, pushing away shortly just to bite on his sweet chin, earning a smile from Tom. “A jersey? A football jersey, even though your team kind of sucks.”

“First, you face me,” His grip on her waist tightens, bringing her impossibly closer. “Now you tell me that my team sucks?”

And before she can notice, he’s tickling her sides like it’s the only thing he knows. Y/N tries to squirm away as she laughs but Tom’s touch is way stronger, their bodies bumping into one another while they giggle together. If she only knew that Tom truly feels like he doesn’t need anything else, she would do the only thing he could ever ask for: her. Just being there with him, doing whatever it is no matter where they are.

“Not my fault they can’t attack,” Muttering lowly, she grins so beautifully that it pokes Tom in the heart, his bottom lip getting briefly hidden in between his teeth, biting it as Y/N winks at him playfully. “New PlayStation game?”

“No.” Tom knows it’ll gradually increase her eagerness, and eventually she’s gonna start laughing nervously to avoid screaming in impatience — because Tom can’t let the opportunity to be a boy pass by, he’s gotta annoy her to get that irritated look on her face that he loves so dearly. Y/N with her pout hardening (because her jaw would clench strongly and she wouldn’t wanna show it) and hands grabbing onto his biceps is all that he craves right now, he misses it.

“God!” Y/N says through gritted teeth, facing him closer to a point where they can feel each other’s breathing fanning against their faces. “A new phone!”

“Nah, mine’s good.”

“Liar.”

“I swear!”

And then her jaw tightens.

“A new shirt. A red one! Because you look so good in red…”

“Is that a gift for me or you?” Tom asks laughing.

“Why not both?” She smirks and Tom immediately presses a kiss to her plump lips.

“You like me better without clothes.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and shifts more comfortably on top of Tom’s frame, their hips fitting perfectly. His hands slide down to her thighs and she tucks the strands of her hair behind her ears, almost pressing down on his face with hers completely. Their chests are warming one another, and his respiration starts to match with hers as their stomachs touch more everytime they breathe in.

“Sunglasses?”

Tom pecks her lips again, a smack sound flying throughout the room.

“No.”

“Perfume?”

Kiss.

“No.”

“Shoes?”

Kiss.

“No.”

“Underwear? Pair of Calvins?”

Longer kiss.

“For me?”

“Of course!”

“Oh, then no. You in Calvins would be a great fuckin’ present, though.”

“Shut up!”

His hands travel up again, holding her ribs under her top and his thumbs dangerously rub right on the soft skin of her underboob. Y/N moves, trying to ignore the touch to focus on getting him to say yes to one of the gifts. Tom has a lazy smile sprawled across his cozy face, mouth watering to the sensation of her flesh displaying goosebumps under his control.

“Ya know what I want?”

Y/N lifts her eyebrows, widening his eyes. Thank God he finally wants something.

“What, babe?”

“A proper kiss. Just that.”

“Tom, seriously?” Y/N tilts up and Tom instantly catches a handful of her left thigh while his right hand runs to her neck, making her come back down. “I wanna get you something you can keep, love! Or touch, or see, grab, I don’t know!”

“Come here, darling.”

Not that Y/N needs to bend nearer, but she closes the teeny tiny space between their faces and Tom makes the job of touching their mouths.

He slides his palm further up her leg, his thumb resting on the curve right below her hipbone as his other fingers hold her skin more intensely. Poking his tongue forward, Tom licks past her lips and Y/N’s tongue meets his no longer after, and they taste each other calmly, studying every inch like they haven’t been together for a while already.

After a moment, both his hands massage the warm skin of her thighs and slip under her shorts once or twice. They run along her flesh until they can’t no more, Tom growing thirstier as he begins to palm the back of her legs and the curve of her ass.

Only when Y/N is a panting mess, completely breathless, that Tom stops. He pulls away a few centimetres, watching Y/N with sleepy eyes but a cute smile warming her heart beating against his bare chest.

“See? I can touch, see, grab the only thing I want the most for this Christmas,” He mumbles in a raspy tone, accent falling thicker while Y/N looks at him still in awe. “And if I’m allowed to do so, I’ll keep my gift for loads of other Christmas.”

Y/N laughs at his stupidity, not surprised on getting this typical Tom Holland move of his but giving in easily, because that’s all she wants too.

“All yours, dork.”

“Aye, ‘s what I wanted! Did I win?”

“Yes,” She exhales, rolling her eyes. “You won.”

Then Tom is quick to trace the band of her shorts with the pads of his fingers, smirking boyishly.

“Now that I’ve been a good boy, Santa,” He rambles, acting ridiculously funny. “I gotta unwrap my present.”

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fivescuddles-blog · 5 years

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fantasy | betty cooper (smut)

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long ah! I’ve been really busy lately but I hope you like it! this is honestly the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written wow

requested: "It is now my job to have all the gay female bottoms out there literally die. So Reader is the bottomest of the bottoms and is also a Serpent who acts all tough and serious but one day she's very silent and that's because she can't get her head out of the gutter after she saw Betty in her mechanic clothes and um...Reader just grabs her and kisses her after the race and the smut ensues? Anyways, could you make reader just a teeny tiny but short than Betty. I SOJSJWNWKWKAKSIIDJDW YOU🐙👀🌈" - @lilistolemyhart

characters: betty cooper x fem!reader, veronica lodge, archie andrews, jughead jones

word count: 2,113

summary: reader's a bit hot and bothered after seeing betty in her mechanic uniform and therefore, betty decides to help her out ;)

warnings: VERY detailed wlw smut, a LOT of swearing

Her hands glided smoothly over your skin, her gaze inviting.

“What do you want me to do to you, hm Y/N?” She smirked, staring into your eyes, her teeth tugging at her deep red lips.

You moaned breathlessly, squirming as you felt her touch on your inner thigh, hiking your skirt up your leg.

“C’mon baby, use your words,” Betty whispered into your ear, her breath tickling your lobe.

You were finally able to choke words out. “T-touch me,” you murmured, snaking your arms around her neck and pulling her closer. She responded immediately, her hands going straight to your waist, gripping you firmly but softly, her soft hands feeling like silk against your hip.

“My pleasure,” Betty giggled as she began to leave small hickies down your neck, her fingers inching towards your core.

“Y/N? You okay?”

A voice brought you out of your fantasy, making your freeze in your tracks. Betty stood by the side of you, looking at you intently yet worriedly. “You good? You seem… distracted,” she stated, reaching a hand towards your shoulder. You immediately pull back.

“N-no!” You say, jerking back slightly. You cursed silently in your head. “I-I mean, no, I’m fine.” You smile weakly up at the blonde, forcing back the blush that you felt settling itself on your cheeks.

Betty faltered, bringing back her hand quickly. “Oh… if you’re sure then,” she muttered before shooting you a quick smile and walking a bit faster to catch up with Cheryl who was a couple of paces ahead.

You sighed silently to yourself, shaking your head at your idiotic fantasies. It wasn’t like you were a very sexual person, you were actually quite innocent… most of the time. It was Betty. She just… did something to you. Made you think the dirtiest thought no matter what situation you were in. And ever since your interaction with her earlier, you knew you would never be able to talk to her normally again.

It was a couple hours before the race and you’d been talking with Jug about the whole thing with the race, you personally believing that it was a bad idea. Eventually, you’d left him, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness before walking out into the garage. And what you saw would be present in your head for weeks.

It was Betty. Only it didn’t look like the usual Betty. In this particular situation, she was wearing some denim overalls with a really light pink t-shirt underneath. A very not-Betty outfit. But my God, did she pull it off.

You were speechless to be perfectly candid. You’d always though Betty was beautiful, hot even, but this made you see the blonde in an entirely different way. Her long blonde locks were pulled back in a messier ponytail than usual, her forehead glistening with sweat as she wiped her face with a tartan flannel. Oil stained her shirt, streaking her forearms as Betty traded her screwdriver for a wrench, kneeling down by her toolbox. A few strands of a hair were framing her face, flat against her sticky skin. Which only made you think of other ways you could get that girl sticky.

Of course, you tried to play it off, acting like you weren’t even phased by what you saw. But you were no actress. Betty knew what you had been thinking of and boy, did she have some tricks up her sleeve.

Throughout the entire match she did everything she could think of to provoke you. She flirted with Ronnie, pushed Cheryl’s hair back behind her ears, hell, she even bent down in front of you to retrieve some “dropped” item or another. But, this honestly had the opposite effect that she wanted. She expected you to be begging for her at this point, wishing for her to be between your legs. But you stayed wilfully silent, averting your eyes whenever she came into your vision. It wasn’t hard to notice what she was doing and you were determined not to let her get away with it that easily. But to be perfectly honest, people were beginning to get sick of all the sexual tension between you two.

“Listen Y/N, if you wanna fuck Betty, you should just get it over with and save all of us the trouble of watching you two flirt like you’re on your honeymoon,” Veronica teased you, quirking an eyebrow as she waited for your response. Though your response never came.

Before you could open your mouth, Jughead and Archie came zooming over the horizon, coming into vision. It was soon learnt that police were coming to the scene soon. Panic ensued.

Betty quickly jumped into the car with Jughead and Archie, reaching out her hand for your to join her. The four of you were soon speeding down the road, desperately trying to get away from the scene before the cops came.

“That was way too close, man! Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead complained, attacking Archie with his words.

“Because I knew you’d try and stop me!”

“Duh, because it was a stupid move!”

You and Betty exchanged a look as they went back and for, their biting words filling the car. It wasn’t long before Betty finally spoke up. “Hey, guys. You can just let us out here.” She smiled as you came to a stop outside of your house.

“You sure? We can drop you off at yours, Betts,” Jughead offered, clearly still irritated at the ginger sitting beside him.

After insisting that she was fine, yourself and Betty exited the car, watching as the two sped off, leaving the two of you under the scorching heat of the summer sun.

Betty turned to you with a suspicious smile on her face. “Sooo… aren’t you gonna invite me in?” She smirked, hands on her hips.

Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded lightly before letting the both of you into your house (after fumbling with the key for quite a bit, getting nervous under her stare.) You both stayed in silent for a while, soon ending up in the living room, sitting down on the sofa. Not gonna lie, it was kinda of awkward.

You honestly couldn’t take the silence anymore. A blush gathered on your face as you took a deep breath, trying desperately to pluck up the courage to make a move. That was until, you felt a soft hand caress your own, taking your hand out of your lap and holding it gently. Your head shot towards the girl sitting next to you, disbelief evident in your eyes. “Betty, I...” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand in hers.

Your lips collided with hers, a collision of passion and tongues. You melted into her, feeling her kiss back immediately, snaking her hands around your waist, your own flying to the back of her neck. Her lips moved roughly against yours, deepening the kiss and soon pushing you down onto the sofa, straddling you.

“You think I didn’t notice? Huh?” She muttered breathlessly, trailing harsh hickies down your neck. You whimpered. “Yeah? You think I didn’t notice you staring at me all day today? Hell, you’ve been staring at me for months, haven’t you?” She smirked, her hands slowly dragging down you body, her soft touches tickling your sides. “I bet you got wet from just making eye contact with me, hm?”

You were shocked to say the least. Who knew that sweet Betty Cooper was such a dom behind closed doors.

“Answer me, love, c’mon,” she coaxed, biting your lip as she went back to attacking your mouth. “Use your words,”

“Y-yes!” You were finally able to push out accompanied by a breathy moan.

Betty giggled. “Aw, you’re such a dirty girl… Let me guess, you got a mechanic kink? Hm? You like seeing me all dirty with oil and sweat, yeah? I wonder what the sweat reminds you of...” she teased, beginning to unbutton your shirt, ripping it off along with your bra. “Oh love, you’ve got a pair on you,” she gasped, latching her mouth on one of your puckered nipples before you could get a word in.

A breathy moan left your mouth. “Betty! Oh fuck, what if my- my parents get home?” You uttered, pulling her closer by her smooth shoulders.

“Well the, they get to see what a-” Lick. “-dirty-” Kiss. “- girl their daughter is,” she smirked, pulling back from your chest. She then pulled her attention towards your legs, which were pressing against eachother tightly. “Let’s see how wet you are for me, my love,” she said as she hiked your skirt up your thigh.

Delicate fingers were soon invading between your legs, dancing over your underwear before plunging underneath it. Your back lifted from the sheets as you sighed, feeling her fingers breach your pussy.

She moaned possessively. “Fuck, Y/N/N, you’re so fucking wet for me, babe,” she whispered into your ear. “What would you usually do when you’re this wet and you have no one to relieve you, hm? Do you touch yourself?” You screwed your eyes shut, a dark blush settling on your cheeks. “You do, don’t you? Wow, you’re such a dirty girl… Now, the real question is… do you think of me when you touch yourself?” She continued, biting the lobe of your ear in a teasing manner as her fingers plunged themselves inside your core, making you moan lowly.

“Y-yes, Betty! Yes, oh fuck,” you respond, gasping as Betty’s fingers pleasured you.

She chuckled, pulling her fingers out from your pussy and drawing a disappointed groan from you. But that soon changed as she ripped off your underwear, gazing at you in the eyes as she did it. “Is this what you think of? Me fucking you senseless? Burying my face into that sopping wet pussy of yours?” She laughed as you nodded desperately, scrabbling at her arms. “Beg, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes in embarrassment, humiliated after her seeing your so desperate. “Please, Betty, I… I need you,” you murmured, clenching your legs together tighter.

“Louder, babe. Where, hm? Where do you need me? Describe in detail what you want me to do to you, Y/N,” she stated, staring you down with though intense green eyes. “Or you won’t be getting anything.”

“O-okay! I… I want you to-” You averted your eyes, your face now a deep red as you reflected on your situation. Lying on the couch completely naked with a fully clothes Betty Cooper, the girl you’d had a crush on for months. About to be fucked senseless. “I want you to fuck me, Betty. I want you eat my fucking pussy like the d-dirty girl I am,” you finished, you cheeks glowing in shame as you looked up at her.

The pride in her face really made it for her. The familiar smirk appeared once again on her face. “My pleasure, babe,”

And with that, she buried her face between your legs, licking and tongue-fucking your core. A loud moan left you as you felt her working your clit, softly biting at your labia and around your pussy lips.

“Fuck, Betty! Ah, ah shit!” You let out, your hands intertwining with her blonde locks, gently pushing her further between your legs. You felt one of her hands leave your thigh as she moved it between her own, fingering her clit over her underwear. This only made the pleasure increase for you, watching the girl you liked getting off on pleasuring you.

As her moans increased so did yours, feeling a hot pool form towards the bottom of your stomach.

“Betty. Fuck, Betts, I’m close,” you gasped, your back lifting off the bed slightly involuntarily, giving Betty a much better angle to continue fucking you with all her will. “Betty… Ah shit, you’re so fucking good at this, oh my goodness,” you praised as you got closer, your grip tightening on her hair. “Betts, I’m gonna come… fuck, oh fuck, Betty!” You exclaimed as you let go, a wave of pleasure flying through you all the way to your fingertips. She helped you though your orgasm, yours bringing on her as she moaned between you legs. The aftershocks began to come down, the two of your completely exhausted after the events that had unfolded. Betty finally gathered the strength to pick herself up, slowly and gently pulling you towards her chest, holding you as she fell back onto the pillows of the sofa.

“We should do this again,” she giggled as she felt you slowly drift off into a slumber, her eyes soon closing as well.

Let’s just say, your fantasy definitely came true.

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