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When I Kissed the Teacher | Cassian

summary: After shameless flirting and one drunken confession, you decide to finally own up to your feelings for Cassian.

warnings: fluff, some suggestiveness/reader thirsting for Cas bc who wouldn't??

a/n: @daycourtofficial suggested this song and idea so big shoutout to her! Though I did a poll and Az won (you can find his version here), I decided to also write a version for Cas as a huge thank you for following me! I just reached 1k ♥ For the sake of this fic, Nesta and Cas are just good friends.

This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (:

Cassian strolls along the hallway, a carefree whistle coming from his lips. A towel is draped casually over his shoulder, barely doing anything to cover his well-defined upper half. A satisfying workout has left his muscles pleasantly fatigued and a content smile on his face. He usually trains in the morning but unfortunately, he had to rearrange his schedule to accompany Azriel on trip to Windhaven.

A creaking sound halts his steps and he turns his head to find you, his favorite trainee, struggling to open the door that leads to the infamous ten-thousand steps. Cassian watches you struggle for a moment longer, suppressing a laugh at the way you huff out in exasperation, allowing your forehead to fall against the door in defeat.

“What are you doing?”

Your head whips around in response, a dizzying blur causing a momentary loss of balance. As your entire weight leans against the door, it finally yields with a creak. Both the house and Cassian spring to action. A sudden gust of wind sweeps through, slamming the door shut and sending you stumbling forward instead.

Cassian catches you in his arms, one hand securing the small of your back while the other cradles the back of your head. Seemingly unfazed by the dangerous fate you almost, quite literally, threw yourself into, you appear nonchalant as you pull back slightly.

"I'm going out.”

As you speak, Cassian catches the subtle scent of ripe red berries coming from your breath. He recognizes it as Mor’s favorite wine. His hazel eyes graze over your body, taking in your thin cami top and shorts with heart patterns that match the hearts on the fluffy slippers you wear.

“Are you drunk?” He asks, his voice warm with amusement.

You don’t answer him, seemingly distracted by his bare chest. A thin line of sweat makes the black ink of his tattoos glisten, enticing you to lean in and have a taste. If you had drank a bit more, perhaps, you would’ve. But for now, you're content to place your hands on his chest instead, heart fluttering at the sensation of the hard muscle beneath.

“Mmm, you’re absolutely delicious. Has anyone told you, you should be shirtless more often?”

Cassian chuckles. He’s caught you staring at him during training, often flexing his muscles on purpose for you to give you a better show. And it’s no secret that he finds you attractive too, especially after you coaxed it out of him one morning.

“Get off that pretty ass of yours and give me fifty.”

Your mouth falls open but it’s not the fifty push ups you’re gasping over. “You think I’m pretty?”

His gaze lowers, trailing down your body appreciatively before lifting back up to meet your eyes again. His lips twitch upwards and there’s a sparkle in his hazel depths. “I think you’re many things, sweetheart. Doesn’t keep you from giving me fifty. On the floor. Now.”

Flirting is common between you two but even then, there’s no way you’d say those words sober to him. “Yup, you’re drunk,” Cassian says. He makes a mental note to chide Mor the next morning for letting you out of her sight.

“And you’re Cassian. My favorite teacher.” You grin lazily at him, a finger grazing a path over to where his heart beats. Your touch creates a ripple of warmth, prompting his heart to lurch forward, craving for more of it.

Get it together, he thinks as he reminds himself that you’re drunk.

“Mr. Cassian. My Mr. Cassian. My Cassian.”

A flush of warmth paints his cheeks at your slur of words and he doesn’t care if you don’t mean those words the way he’d like you to. You probably won’t even remember tonight and it’s this thought that gives him the courage to reciprocate. His fingers grip your chin lightly, thumb sweeping over your cheek in a tender caress.

“Your Cassian,” he affirms gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. If only you knew how much he adored you...

Hearts take shape in your eyes, softening your gaze. You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into your drunken embrace. Cassian responds, his hands securing beneath your knees, effortlessly lifting you. A playful giggle escapes you, only to be hushed when you notice him carrying you away from the door.

“No, Cas,” you shake your head at him. Attempting to squirm away, you insistently gesture back towards the door. Yet, his arms around you tighten, holding you in place. “We’re going the wrong way! Rita’s is that way!”

“We’re going to bed.”

Your squirming stops and you draw back, looking up at him with a flirtatious flutter of your eyelashes. “We are?”

“You–you’re going to bed. Your own bed, where you will sleep…alone,” Cassian finds himself stammering as he avoids your gaze.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you reply and he can hear the frown in your voice. “I want to be with you.”

“Cauldron boil me,” Cassian curses, quickening his steps. The faster he can get you to your room, the better.

When Cassian finally reaches your room, he thanks the house for opening the door for him. Your silence prompts him to assume you’ve fallen asleep. As he carries you to your bed, his eyes wander around your room, taking in the small details. His heart swells with warmth when he catches a glimpse of the book he had given you over training methods–his favorite book–sitting on your nightstand.

Cassian pulls the covers off your bed and feels you stir in his hold, arms and legs tightening around him as if you could sense his impending departure. He literally has to pry your grip off of him so he can lay you down on your bed. He tucks you in with such tenderness that it sobers you up for just a moment, eyes blinking open. “Can’t you stay?”

The pout you give him is endearing and tugs at his heartstrings. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“But–”

He brushes your hair back with a soft expression on his face that would’ve had you melting, if you weren’t upset by his rejection.

"Not when you’re like this.”

“But…,” you begin again. A pleading look fills your eyes and there’s a subtle wobble of your lips. “What if I tell you I love you?”

Cassian pauses. His eyes study your face in contemplation. He would love nothing more than to slip under the covers with you but he remains firm in his resolve. So with a soft pat to your head, he says, “tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart.”

“Tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart,” you mock Cassian’s voice with a scowl the next morning. Contrary to Cassian’s belief, you remembered everything. “Ugh! He might’ve well just told me he hates me!”

“Or maybe, I don’t know, hear me out,” Nesta begins, raising her hands before you could interrupt. She sits across from you on your bed, already dressed in her training leathers. “He wants you to confess to him when you’re sober.”

Emerie, who leans against your desk, giggles at the look on your face. “Don’t be rational, Nesta,” she says in a teasing tone. “He totally hates her.”

The door to your room creaks open and Gywn steps in with a slight frown. “Hurry up! We’re going to be late for our morning session,” she then looks at you, her frown deepening when she takes note of your disheveled state. “Y/n, what are you still doing in your pajamas?”

“I’m not going today. Tell them I’m hungover,” you tell her with a grimace, pretending to be sick. Nesta rolls her eyes at your dramatics. “I think I’m going to throw up. You should go before I do.”

Gwyn glances toward Emerie, who had also been drinking with you and Mor last night. She then turns back to you with narrowed eyes. “Emerie seems just fine to me.”

Emerie shrinks back with a small blush. The two of you exchange a look. Yes, you had been drinking with Mor and Emerie last night. But you had done most of the drinking while your friend snuck off with the pretty blonde.

“Leave her be,” Emerie says as she stands up straight, covering for you the same way you had for her. “I’m sure Cas will understand, given the state he found her in last night.”

“What? Don’t tell me you confessed your feelings while drunk,” Gwyn says with an amused giggle. As the silence stretches, her eyes widen, head turning to you. You're quick to avoid her gaze, prompting her to remark, "No wonder he's blushing like a fool today."

That makes your head perk up almost immediately, eyes finding hers only to see the playful glint in her eyes. Nesta and Emerie laugh while you fling one of your pillows at Gwyn. She catches it with ease and throws it back at you. Surrendering to the inevitable teasing, you let the pillow hit you, collapsing onto the comforting expanse of your bed, hoping the blankets might swallow you whole.

“Can you all just leave me be?” You groan. “I’d like to wallow in my own embarrassment alone.”

"Fine," Nesta sighs, patting your leg as she hops off your bed. "But don't think about skipping tomorrow's training!”

The next morning dawns, and you find yourself unable to face training, still grappling with the aftermath of your drunken confession to Cassian. Out of all the fish in the sea of Velaris, your heart chose to hyperfixate on him. Your teacher.

As night falls, you're contemplating skipping training again. It's only another day, and with Friday approaching, the weekend promises a much-needed break. This extra time might be just what you need to gather the courage to face him once more.

Turning in for the night, you cast a glance towards your nightstand. There, beside the book Cassian lent you, sits an untouched hangover tonic. It appeared the morning after your first skipped training session. When you thanked your friends, they had only looked back at you in confusion. You didn’t have to guess who left it there for you after that.

With a sigh, you close your eyes. One of these days, you'll tell him you dream of him every night. Until then, you savor the bittersweet anticipation and allow sleep to pull you into its embrace.

In the sweet haven of your dream, you and Cassian stroll through the center of Velaris as the city shimmers around you. Cassian laughs, the sound echoing like a sweet melody. The two of you then find yourselves in a meadow bathed in moonlight. A sea of luminescent flowers surround you and as the wind blows around you softly, Cassian sneezes. It’s your turn to laugh then.

Cassian rolls his eyes at you and then reaches for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. He pulls you into a dance with a smile that fills your heart with warmth and–

Your body stirs at the sudden loss of warmth and the soft smile that was on your lips morphs into a frown. Something seizes your ankles, yanking you down the bed. With a sudden jolt, your eyes fly open, and a scream escapes your throat. It takes a moment to recgonize the hazel eyes glaring down at you.

“I hope that dream of yours was beautiful because you’re about to have a nightmare of a training session,” Cassian huffs but there’s a teasing to his tone. “Come on, get up.”

Staring up at him in surprise, your heart flutters, still entangled in the remnants of the dream. Unsatisfied with your lack of response, Cassian leans forward and effortlessly picks you up, hoisting you over his shoulder. The trance shatters, and you protest, kicking and punching.

"Hey! Let me go!" you exclaim, your resistance met with Cassian's apparent indifference as he heads towards the door.

"At least let me freshen up and change!" you plea in exasperation. "You can't expect me to train in my pajamas!"

Cassian rolls his eyes because if you had woken up early like usual, you would’ve had more than enough time to change into something more comfortable for training. He doesn’t care. He just needs you to be there. On time.

“I’ll catch a cold or freeze to death on the rooftop!”

He pauses, his wings shuddering at the thought. While he doesn’t care about what you wear, he does care about you. Setting you down, Cassian regards you with a stern expression, though his stomach flutters. He hadn’t seen you since that night.

“You have 5 minutes.”

Cassian watches as you spring into action, your hurried footsteps echoing through the room as you run toward your bathroom. He bites back the urge to laugh. He’d never seen you run so fast.

Cassian was not exaggerating when he said you were in for a nightmare of a training session. Much to your dismay, your friends were all under Azriel’s instruction for the morning, allowing Cassian’s attention to solely focus on you. Something you normally would’ve swooned over but given your current tension…

“You’re doing it wrong.”

You let out a huff and lower your sword, dragging the pointy edge along the gravel. A scowl taints your features. “I need a break.”

Cassian shakes his head at you. “Not until you get this move right.”

He moves to stand behind you, placing his hands at your waist. Suddenly, you're thankful for the vigorous activity Cassian pushed you into. It allows you to put full blame for your heavy breathing on the demanding training and not on the way Cassian’s warm breath tickles your ears as he instructs you on how to properly position yourself.

“Like this,” he tells you, using a knee to prod your legs further apart.

Your knees wobble and once again, you blame it on your exhausted muscles. Cassian chuckles, the hands on your waist helping hold you steady. “Are you drunk, y/n?” He teases.

You turn your head to glare at him. “I’m sober.”

Cassian raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh?”

You toss your sword aside, freeing yourself from his hold, and spin around to face him. "And you want to know something else?"

Crossing his arms against his chest, Cassian's lips twitch upwards. He’s fully aware of the way your gaze momentarily dips down, catching the flex of his biceps. "What?" he prompts, the hint of a teasing smile playing on his face.

Suddenly, the words die at your throat as you meet his gaze again. The intensity in his eyes rattles your nerves and you feel the courage slowly slipping away. Desperate to not let this moment slip through your fingers, you curl your fingers into his leathers and yank him down to your height. Choosing to show him instead, you lean forward and press your lips to his.

You pour out all your feelings into the kiss, heart quickening when he begins to reciprocate. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He’d dreamt of this moment just as much as you did and now that he had a taste, he didn’t want to stop.

Unfortunately, for him, the screams tearing through the training grounds have you pulling away. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Emerie and Gwyn, going wild and playfully tugging at Nesta’s arms while she laughs. Even Azriel indulges in a chuckle.

Blush creeps into your cheeks. You hold your breath as the world seems to stand still. However, instead of an awkward response, Cassian simply smiles, the flush of his cheeks matching yours and you feel like you can breathe again.

“I like you,” you finally confess, exhaling as your gaze dips downward. “Like might not even be sufficient enough at this point…"

Cassian's fingers gently grip your chin, coaxing your gaze back up to his. His thumb sweeps over your cheek in a tender caress—the same way it did on the night of your drunken confession. But this time, he doesn't hold back. He allows his thumb to trace the soft plush of your lips next.

And if the gleam in his hazel eyes was not enough to send you to the seventh heaven, his next words did.

“I’m falling in love with you, too.”

a/n: hope you all enjoyed this one! ❤️

tagging: @hellodarling1357 , @kennedy-brooke, @scooobies

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sainzproductions · 9 months

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You'd somehow, found yourself entrusted with a bright eyed, enthusiastic baby who was blowing bubbles from his mouth; chubby arms flailing by his side, as you held his small frame cautiously. His mother, one of carlos' many cousin had dropped the baby on your lap, before clamoring towards the bathroom in a haste to relieve herself.

“Don't look so stiff, y/n.” Blanca laughed at your shaken expression, crossing her arms in a resolute manner when you tried to hand the babbling baby to her. “Consider it practice, hermosa. He loves you, look.” she raises her eyebrows, gesturing with her hands to the baby who's bright eyes were intent on your face, giggling and muttering incoherently to himself.

You held the baby like it was a foreign object, hands hoisting him up by the armpits— your posture betraying your lack of finese in handling a fragile human being. In all the years, you've maintained a safe distance from any and possibly all soft headed creatures called babies. You've always appeared scared, and cautious when presented the opportunity to hold other people's children, opting to, instead politely decline and shrink behind whoever was accompanying you at the present moment.

“He's... something.” You tilt your head at the baby, slightly taken aback by the way he mirrors your movement. Blanca laughs, clearly enjoying your predicament.

“I don't know who's more charmed.” She teases, leaning back in her seat as she watches the hesitance slowly, but surely transform into fascination. The young one, as if sensing your initial reactions to his person, garbled more nonesense as if to maximize his cuteness— his chubby cheeks buldged, lips wobbling as he giggled, appearing delighted by your complex expressions.

“He's drooling, blanca.” You state, exssperated yet somewhat amused.

“Babies drool, y/n. They aren't the most intelligent creatures at that point.” You faintly hear the distinct sound of a shutter clicking, and you snap your head towards her— catching her with a phone in hand, a sheepish expression present on her face. “You looked identical, i'm sorry! I've always thought this would be you, someday. I mean, you went at it like bunnies when we were all younger—”

“Blanca, eso no es algo que digas en voz alta,” that's not something you say out loud. you chide, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Lo siento, hermosa.” She giggles, nudging your shoulder in apology, although you couldn't help but notice her expression shift slightly. “You can't blame me. When i think of you and my dear brother, i see you with ten little juniors running around your yard whilst the rest of us just borrow one of your children.”

You roll your eyes playfully at her ridiculous dream, “If i ever let it get to ten, you should tell him to get off me.”

The baby you were holding whines, wriggling to rest his head on your hands while blinking slowly. He was incredibly well behaved despite his drooling antics; and you couldn't help but notice the distinct features of a sainz in his face. Those warm brown eyes... and he was growing into his tall nose and matching trademark grin. He was adorable, you begrudgingly admit.

In a lapse of proper judgement, you allowed the baby to rest it's head on your shoulder. The toddler melting into your arms, quietly. Well behaved. Making himself comfortable in your arms. He was so tiny, you muse. So fragile and weak, you'd easily understood why there was such a thing people call a mother's instinct.

“You should have one first.” Blanca states, a soft smile on her face while you have your moment of realization.

“What should she have first?” Carlos asks, raising an eyebrow at your hushed conversations, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek as he takes the seat beside you.

“Kids, carlos. It's impossible you have never thought of it.” Blanca answers like it was the obvious.

“I don't think it's anywhere near our future.” Carlos chuckles as if his sister had just told a joke, appearing taken aback as he belatedly notices the toddler on your arms who'd easily amused himself with the strands of your hair.

“How can you say that?” Blanca chides, hints of reproach evident in her tone. It is, afterall, somewhat strange that he thought of it in such a way— your relationship had been longer than any of hers had lasted, and it left a truly icky taste in her mouth.

“It's a converstation between y/n and i, Blanca. I don't think it's any of your business.” Carlos turned civil all of a sudden, snapping at his sister.

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything, the atmosphere suddenly becoming charged with tension.

“Oh muchas gracias, chica! I'm sorry i shoved him in your care,” the unnamed cousin thankfully interruped, oblivious to the tension in between you three as she took the baby from your hands. “Carlos, i haven't seen you in some time! How long will you be in spain?” she started chatting up to your boyfriend casually.

Blanca saw your eyes cloud briefly, she could distinctly class the change in your visage to longing.

Perhaps you weren't at all allergic to babies. Maybe she'd read you wrong. Maybe Carlos read you wrong.

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The drive to your home was silent. Neither of you spoke. You allowed yourself to bask in the tender, but welcomed ache in your limbs as a result of a day spent under the sun and swimming for the better part of the eventful day. You'd thoroughly enjoyed the time you've spent just frolicking in the water and playing around with Carlos. It was always worthwile, there weren't many opportunities you had to spend some uninterrupted time together.

If he wasn't on a racetrack, zooming by in a blur, he was occupied with meetings, press and proper workouts inbetween, leaving you with scraps of his attention.

“Y/n?” Carlos repeats your name, failing to snap you out of your thoughts. With one hand on the steering wheel, and the other in your grasp, he tugs at your intetwined hands. It made you look at him. “I've been calling your name a couple of times, querida. Is there anything wrong?” He worries.

“Nothing's wrong.” You assured him, trying to muster a smile. He pauses, as if measuring his words. “You've been quiet.” you hum in response, looking out of the window as the car moves again.

“Talk to me y/n...” he utters, resembling a plea.

You take a deep breath, clearing your throat. “I'd rather not.”

His jaw clenches, muscles tensing at your short responses. “Is this about the conversation with Blanca? We've talked about this a million times; there's no one else i'd want all the permanent shit other than you. But you know right now is a very delicate time of my career and i can't—”

“risk jeopardizing any of the opportunities that comes my way.” You repeat monotonously, looking at him. “I know, Carlos. I know where i stand.” you said it with such certainty, the fact itself ingrained in your very being after so many years of falling behind his priorities.

He's made it clear, time and time again.

“But i don't want to wake up one day, and realize i have to start all over again because i spent all my time waiting for a moment that would never happen.” you weren't loud, nor were you screaming. Yet it dealt the same weight and hurt, that made him unable to refute you.

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fandoms--fluff · 7 months

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Hey do you think, you could do one of the Mikaelson have a little sister like 2 years old and always what to stay with Nik and Elijah….. also she is so jealous that Camil and she do something to her and Nik tells that she is a mini me

Loathing

Flufftober, October 6th

Mikaelson little sister reader x Elijah Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: mention of blood

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You're sitting in Elijah's lap, playing with two Chelsea dolls you got some years ago, while he's on the phone with someone. It's quiet except for the sound of your big brother's voice every now and then.

It's all peaceful until Kol comes crashing into the room and sits on the ground in front of you. You tilt your head and hand him one of the dolls. "Play!" You tell him.

Kol nods and plays with you, making a horrible high-pitched voice for the doll which makes you laugh, but Elijah cringes and hopes he stops soon.

It's been ten minutes, "What the bloody hell is that horrible sound?" Klaus walks in, he clearly just got back from wherever he was. Most likely Cami, but he never discloses that information, knowing you've openly shown your dislike for her.

"Our brother's wonderful voice for a doll" Elijah sighs, putting his phone down.

"Hey! My voice is amazing!" Kol exclaims, hearing the insult and sarcasticness in Elijah's answer. "Yeah!" You cross your arms like Kol is.

"See! Y/n knows what she's talking about" Kol says as Klaus picks you up out of Elijah's lap and places you on his hip. You wrap your tiny arms around his neck and relax your head against his shoulder.

"Y/n is also two, I think you need a better defense" Klaus raises an eyebrow. "Technically she's over a thousand like all of us... I'll shut up" Kol says, seeing the looks he's getting from the big brothers.

Kol, having both dolls in his hand, places them down on the coffee table before leaving the room. He plans to go into town and create some havoc that all of his siblings (besides from you) will have a fuss about, but it'll be fun.

Later in the week, there's a party being thrown in the abboiter. It's all vampires and humans for them to feed on. Some to kill and some to compel away.

"Well, this seems to be quite the turn out" Rebekah walks over to you and Klaus, who's carrying you tightly in his arms. "Indeed it is, sister" Klaus smirks.

"Look at you all dressed up" Rebekah coos, running a hand through your hair. "I did all by my'elf" you say excitedly. You're wearing a long sleeve dark purple dress that flows out under the bodice, and matching purple glittery jelly shoes that are put on the wrong feet. But Rebekah didn't want to tell you that and make you feel bad or make you upset at yourself. You also have a couple bead bracelets on your wrists and a heart necklace that Elijah gave you that you never take off. Your daylight ring is on your right pointer finger as well.

"Well good job, beautiful girl" Rebekah kisses your forehead before noticing Cami making her way over, and leaves to go back into the crowd.

"Hey Klaus," Cami smiles. "Camille, You look beautiful" Klaus kisses her. "Mmm, thank you" she says.

You make a disgusted facial expression before facing back the other way and laying your head back on your big brother's chest. You wonder how thus girl seems to be everywhere and why she always comes up to you and your big brother. Why don't they just make her go away like other woman they have before. You don't know what happens to them, but you assume it's fine.

Your siblings make sure you're kept out of all the killing and death during your existence.

As they keep talking, you try to ignore them to the best of your abilities. How much longer, you keep thinking. You try looking for Elijah, so your other big brothers can take you away from them, but no luck. You can't seem to find him anywhere from where you're placed on Klaus' hip.

As soon as you hear her chuckle at something Klaus said, your 2 year old self gets fed up. So, you take off one of your bracelets and throw it as hard as you can at Cami's face.

Now you may be biologically two, but you're still an original vampire, and with that comes a lot of strength. The bracelet made a great slash in her pale cheek, now blood running down her face.

Klaus quickly vamps into his room with Cami and you still in his hold. He sets you down on his bed as he bites into his wrist and offers it to Cami.

As she drinks blood from his wrist, Elijah comes into the room, noticing Klaus vamping out of the courtyard with the both of you.

"What happened?" Elijah asks. You stay quiet, as you sit crisscross apple sauce on the bed, happy that Elijah's here, and even though Cami is now healed, you did something for her to stop talking. You really don't like her.

"Um, I'm fine, though I think it's time for me to go" She sighs, glancing at you before walking out of the room to go back to her apartment.

"What happened was someone decided to get a bit violent" Klaus informs him, facing you. Elijah follows his gaze, landing on your face. You have a slight smile on your face. Yay! you made Cami leave.

"Why did you hurt Camille, y/n?" Elijah walks over and crouches in front of you so you're face to face.

"Bad Cami! Don' li'e her" answer front forwardly. Elijah raises his eyebrows. It's known you're not a fan of the woman, but you've never actually said it out loud up until now.

Klaus chuckles. Elijah turns his line of sight to him, "What do you have to snicker about?"

"Oh, just the thought of y/n is slowly turning into a mini version of me" Klaus smiles and holds a thumbs up at you. You have a big grin on your face. "Niklaus, do not encourage this behavior" Elijah sighs. It's going to be a long life if this is going to keep happening regularly.

A new rule is set in place to make sure that you're never in the same room with Cami with less than one of your siblings. And that one day they can hopefully get you to like Cami and not loathe her.

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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can u please do one where Eddie asks to sucks on ur titties, and he super shy about it because ur his first girlfriend but u ofc let him and I think it’s absolutely adorable

BIG YESSSS oh mannn, he’d get so tittydrunk!! also i changed it up a little bit towards the end <3

eddie has seen tits before. not in real life, though. he’s seen them in magazines and home videos and he thinks they’re absolutely divine.

growing up, he never experienced what dating is like nor sex. he never even had a girlfriend before! does it bother him? not really, but it’d be such a blessing if he was gifted with a woman of his dreams. someone like debbie harry or cindy crawford. yeah, he was pretty unrealistic about that one. i mean, don’t all teenage boys?

and that’s when you happened. soft, girly looking princess who stole his heart with your gorgeous smile and rockin’ body. he admits he was a little shallow at first, but how could he not when he sees you dressing up in small clothings that shows the shape of your perfect tits? he’d drool.

eddie, just like any other hormonal teenager, has dirty thoughts that consumed his brain. but he never really acts on them, seemingly afraid that he’d do something wrong or make you feel grossed. he doesn’t want that.

but god, does he want so badly to touch and suck on your tits. just imagining his hands wrapped around the soft flesh makes his cock twitches.

“you okay there, eds?”

a soft voice pulls him out of the train of thoughts. he blinks rapidly and find your eyes looking at him in concerned. you’re sitting beside him, with legs tucked under your butt and his eyes casts down to see your thick thighs hugged perfectly by the grey cotton shorts.

he’s definitely not looking at your tits too right now. definitely. not

“hm? oh, y-yeah” he chuckles nervously, gliding his sweaty palms against his jeans. is your room always been this hot?

“you sure? you look a little red” as you lean over towards him to brush the sweat coating his forehead, he tenses. maybe it’s because your chest is now pressing against his arm. “did i do something?”

“n-no! you didn’t do anything wrong, princess. it’s just that-“ he pauses to glance down at your tits, gulping at the sight of them almost spilling out of your cami top. “you’re distracting. that’s all?”

raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms. which isn’t helping the case because your tits only pop out more. “how am i distracting?” he doesn’t give you an answer, only to eye at your chest once again and that’s when you realize,

“are you kidding me? my tits?! that’s why you’ve been acting weird?”

“what? I’m a guy! tits and ass make me hard! and yours are…” he trails off, tilting his head. “perfect—shit I’m sorry, i don’t know why I’m acting like this”

his tinted cheeks just make him ten times more cuter. like a kid getting caught hiding an adult magazine under his bed

“you know, just because you’re a virgin that doesn’t give you the right to be a perv” he knows you’re joking but he can’t help to blush when you say that,

“i’m not a perv! and god—you promised you’d stop making fun of me about that!” he pouts, brows tipping in as he watches his girlfriend laughs,

“i’m kidding” you give him a peck on his cheekbone, staring at the adorable boy who’s blushing like crazy as he looks at you, then a sudden question pops in his mind,

“c-can i… touch them?”

“what?”

“you know—uhm, c-can i feel…your tits?” he points at your chest, voice grows quite and shy when he asks the question. looking over to you hesitatingly as he plays with his fingers. a habit of his when he’s nervous,

“you want to play with them?” a smirk plays on your lips, toying with the material of your top, “fondle a little and make a mess on my tits, baby?”

“god don’t say it like that. it sounds dirty” he rubs his face vigorously with his hands. also to hide the blush on his cheeks so you won’t have to see. “but y-yeah. can i ?”

“you’re so cute. asking for my consent and all. such a good boyfriend” you giggle, and his lips stretch into a smile when you say that. he likes being complimented that way. means that he’s doing a great job and hasn’t done anything to make you feel weird around him,

“of course you can. thought you’d never asked” you shift yourself into a much more comfortable position,

“really? that’s—oh shit—“ he gets interrupted by you plopping down on his lap, legs kneeling beside his. hands going over around your waist to keep your body steady. “okay uhm—wow—princess, god, you’re very close to me.”

your breasts are now at his eye level and dangerously close to them. wouldn’t be surprised if his nose brushes against them.

he feels goosebumps arise on his skin when your hands making their way towards his neck, tugging on his hair to get him to look up. he whines at the sudden contact,

“you can play, eddie—besides” you halt your sentences by giving him a soft kiss. “they belong to you, anyways. right?”

eddie feels a sense of pride inside of him when you mentioned that. confidence grows knowing he’s the only person that gets to feel and see your tits. one lucky motherfucker, that he is.

“y-yeah. fuck yes” he replies almost too shyly. watching you drag the straps down to your shoulders. enough to make your tits bounce free from the material.

eddie’s cock just turns painfully hard.

“they’re so—pretty” he breathes out, eyes locked on your breasts. hypnotized by the fullness of them and perky nipples just begging to be touched by him.

slowly, his shaky hands come up to rest them on your chest. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth when your nipples graze against his palms. he gives them a squeeze, cursing under his breathe by the softness of it,

“you like em?” you tuck a hair behind your ear. looking down at his hands. “how do they feel?”

“fucking amazing” he responds clearly amazed he’s too far gone now and refuses to look at you. “god, baby—they’re so” his hands give another squeeze. “soft and plushy—do they lactate?”

“jesus, eddie. I’m not pregnant.”

“you’d look hot if you were” he mumbles, hoping you don’t hear that but you manage to catch it,

“i’m still in high school dumbass. don’t even think about trying to knock me up” you swat his chest with the back of your hand, making him giggle childishly.

“after graduation then.” he shrugs playfully and he could sense you sending him a glare but chooses to ignore that,

his thumbs slowly drawing circles around the hardened nipples making you moan softly, and hearing it almost makes him cream his pants. eddie thinks you create the prettiest moans ever. plus, it’s an extreme ego boost for him.

“you do know how to make a man weak on his knees, sweetheart”. his voice grows cockier the minute you become putty in his hands. “fucking perfect.”

he’s in a trance at the sight of you. pupils dilating at your body arching back a bit with hands on your thighs. teeth sinking into your bottom lip and eyes screwed shut. making it impossible for him to stop playing with your breasts.

you’re looking like a proper dream to him,

“can i suck on them?”

you chuckle before nodding. “again with the questions? you should know the answers by now.”

“just making sure I’m not crossing any boundaries. trying to be a gentleman here.”

“stop with all the modesty. you literally have your hands on my boobs” with an eye roll, you push yourself back towards his chest. hands link around the nape of his neck. “need a little push maybe?”

he’s about to ask what you mean by that, only to be answered with your hips slowly rolling against his hard cock over the jeans. “jesus christ, y/n—“

“come on, now” you nod your head towards your chest. “do what you gotta do.”

in instant, his mouth is wrapped around your pebbled nipple. you yelp in surprise then giggle after seeing him like that, his hand flies to your ass and pull you close.

“easy, cowboy—i’m not going anywhere”

he can’t focus. you feel so good and soft inside his mouth. tongue messing around the nipple, painting it with his spit. suckling on the soft flesh like a baby with his eyes shut, his other hand moves to give a rough squeeze on your other breast.

“fuck i love them so much” he moans, leaving wet kisses on them. teeth dragging over the skin to mark you. “you have the prettiest of em all, sweetheart—i swear.”

he’s lost in them. truly hooked. and you thought to yourself that he could be just saying that because your tits are the only ones he has ever seen. when he knows for sure, that the others are nothing compared to yours.

“aw look at that. my baby is hooked” you coo at him, who’s resting his cheek on your body with his mouth still not letting go. his soft brown curls tickling the valley of your breasts. “enjoying yourself, my pretty boy?”

you pat his cheek to get him to respond, which he only hums instead while continuously flicking your nipple with his tongue. never wanting to stop. but he can’t stop the fluttery feeling in his stomach when you call him ‘pretty’.

circling your hips just a little harder now, you bury your hands in his hair. massaging the scalp that guarantees another moan from him. sending the vibrations down to your spine and straight to your core. he pinches your nipple between his thumb and fore finger, rolling it ever so gently. brown eyes snap open to see how you doing. smiling to himself when your jaw hangs open in pleasure.

“i have an idea.” your hands turn to grip on his shoulders, giving a firm squeeze before pulling his mouth off of you, making him whine. “how about i teach you how to fuck my tits now, eds?”

he has never felt more excited in his life.

#anon #answered #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie things

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kingkatsuki · 11 months

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Bakugou doesn’t really notice it much until he finds himself breaching the top ten. Headlines, news articles, social media posts, branding and photoshoots all begin to be geared towards how attractive he is.

It doesn’t matter that he’s just stopped a damn skyscraper from falling to the ground, and saved every single person trapped inside the building. The internet is only talking about how slutty his waist is and how thick his muscular arms looked in the photographs.

And Bakugou isn’t used to it.

He’s not used to this kind of attention, more used to girls finding him unattractive or even ugly growing up. He’d lost count of the number of times Camie told him if he fixed his face he might be attractive, not that he even cared.

And the attention he was receiving now? It has his face heating up.

He should’ve hated it, despised that it took away from his powerful quirk. He’d been training since he was a kid to get into this position and now people wanted to try and make it about how he looks? It should’ve pissed him off.

But it doesn’t.

Now he’s noticing all the posts and comments from fans who aren’t just talking about how awful he is, how mean he is. Now they’re talking about how attractive he is, how they’d do anything for just one night with him, just one chance. And it has his face burning red all the way to the tips of his ears, but he still can’t stop reading.

But it’s not just online either.

In one of his early morning commutes where his hood is pulled up over his messy mop of blond hair in an attempt to show just how anti-social he’s feeling especially at this ungodly hour, he finds his crimson eyes roaming the quiet train carriage. His hatred for waking up early trumped by his hatred of the rush hour crowds, so he always managed to jump on one of the first trains of the day to ensure if nothing else he wasn’t spending his journey pressed against the train door.

And Bakugou swore he never believed in fate, but when his eyes meet yours across the room, he swears he’s already in love with you.

#soft bakugou #only inexperienced bkg thoughts today xxx #idk where I was going with this #it’s just self-indulgent really

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tarousbaby · 7 months

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ONE FOR ME !

- KAGEYAMA TOBIO STORY

best friend's brother trope !

kinktober day one!

implied praise kink, oral, small age gap, penetration, pwp

masterlist <3

sypnosis

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining.

warnings: time skip! (you are 24, tobio is 20), alcohol, mentions of smoking

word count: 3973

the kageyama house had definitely seen better days, you decided, when you walked through the door.

miwa cracked a half-smile, before grimacing when she swiped some dust off the doorframe. she turns to you as you kick off your shoes, and laughs. "it just needs a bit of fixer-upping!" she argues, which earns a small giggle out of you.

"there's no task too small for me," you retort, as she leads you to the bedroom hall.

"um, so you're going to have to stay in tobio's old room, i hope that's alright," she sighs, stopping outside the farthest door. there's a few nicks in the doorframe, probably from repeated slamming of the door. it'd been a while since you'd been in there. since your senior year of high school, which was weird considering you were now throwing your graduating party for college.

"no, it's fine," you assure her, pushing the door open. it was kept clean, clearly only used on the rare occasions he chose to come home. he had a nice bed, at least, big and comfy.

you plop your bag down on his desk chair, and sit down on the bed. miwa watches, biting her lip, still unsure if you were actually okay with it. "i mean," you drawl, "it's only for a weekend, right?"

her shoulders visibly sag with relief, and she nods with a beam. "only a weekend," she assures, then her smile turns devilish, "now, i think we have a party to plan."

two days later, you're standing in the masses of people you'd met in your years of college, and some you hadn't. there's a red beer cup in your hand, and every now and then miwa pops up to thank you ten times over for helping.

you'd managed to clean the house while she went out and bought the supplies. the party had turned out just as you'd hoped, streamers and lights hanging from the banisters. miwa had even dug out her old sound system from high school.

you prefered to stand in the back, by the kitchen island, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers around you. it was easier that way, especially knowing miwa was going to get shit-faced and you'd have to be the one to clean up the majority of things.

miwa, ever the stylist, had dressed you up in honor of the night. she'd managed to convince you into wearing a tiny black skirt and a lacey white cami. true to her actual profession, she'd messed around with your hair a bit too.

now, you watched with delight as miwa made her way through the crowd, men hanging off her arms fighting for her attention as she tried to have a genuine conversation with everyone who'd attended. it was hilarious to watch her dodge them all, knowing she had a very loyal boyfriend just a few towns away.

miwa stumbled over to you, babbling the whole time. she leaned heavy against your side, sipping out of her own solo cup. she slurred your name, heavy breaths fanning across your cheek. you resist the urge to laugh at her. "hey, how's the party goin'?"

"it's alright, miwa, are you having fun?" you ask softly, smiling at her. she nods excitedly.

"i'm gonna order some more pizza," she says, pulling out her phone, "any requests?"

you contemplate for a moment. "pepperoni and mushrooms?" she wrinkles her nose, but types it into her phone along with a long list of other foods. "do you mind waiting outside for it?"

you shake your head, "not at all. you go have fun!"

she lets out a short huff, suddenly sober. "well, i want you to have fun too," she pouts. you brush her off with a wave of your head, pressing the order button on her phone.

"it's fine, miwa, really. i'm enjoying myself. i need a little air anyway."

"if you say so," she mumbles, before perking at the call of her name. she giggles out a goodbye before running off to the person who'd called for her. you sigh with a soft shake of your head.

outside is cool, the summer air warm and hazy, but the wind cooling down the temperature considerably. it's nice against your sweaty skin, and you tie your hair up to get it off the back of your neck as you try and take in deep breaths.

the scent of smoke and alcohol was too heavy in there, it almost made you claustrophobic. you sit down on the step of the porch, the stone slab cutting into the backs of your thighs as you try to push down your skirt as far as it could go to no avail.

your head thumps with the sounds of the party inside, and you finish off your drink before placing the empty cup beside you. your hands come to rest in your lap, fingers tapping on the backs of your hands as you wait.

it's only a few minutes before a car pulls up.

your brows furrow. it definitely should've taken way longer than that, considering how long miwa's order was and how late it was. standing up, you brush off your skirt as you make your way down the porch.

a figure slips out of the car, slamming the door behind him and walks right up to you.

tobio.

"oh!" you startle, jumping as he stands a few feet away from you, "tobio, i didn't know you'd be coming home..." you say, a bit awkward as you rub at the back of your neck.

his dark blue eyes rake up your body, flashing under the moonlight. you pretend not to notice the way they catch on the edges of your skirt and the lace of your cami. eventually, they meet your eyes.

he's grown up. a lot.

you'd seen him, in photos from miwa, but nothing compared to how he looked in person. almost like a real life adonis. you can see how chiseled he is through his compression shirt and baggy sweats. his pale skin glistens, and he smells of freshly applied cologne.

"what are you doing here?" his voice is gruff, but not unkind. he looks behind you to the party, and then to the dozens of cars parked along the sidewalk. "why's half the goddamn town here?"

his tone is a little more pressing at that second question, to which you bite your lip. miwa would've told you if she knew tobio was coming home, and on top of that she probably wouldn't have given you his room.

behind you, the sound of some bass-boosted song plays.

"miwa threw a party," you say, trying not to sound stupid or awkward, "we didn't think you'd stop by." you still remember the little boy he used to be, always angry and frustrated, tossing a volleyball around in the back yard as you and miwa giggled at him when he messed up.

he never talked to you much, other than weird gazes you'd catch whenever you were over. it was no secret little tobio had a crush on his big sister's best friend. he was too young then.

he scoffed, "i didn't even think miwa still came by here."

you watch as he shoves his hand in his pockets, for some reason unable to meet your eyes now. you shrug, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. "to be fair, you don't stop by very often either," you argue.

he rolls his eyes, but it has no bite to it. he knows you're right. you beckon him forward, and suddenly waiting for the pizza floats to the back of your mind. "want a drink?" you ask.

"sure," he laughs, a little breathless and follows you inside.

nobody notices the two of you slip back in, too busy with themselves and others to be bothered. he follows you to the kitchen, always only a step behind you as you worm through the crowd. eventually, you break through to your previous spot and show him the arrangement of drinks to pick from.

you can feel him behind you, the warmth of his body heat. he leans over you, his pec pushing into your shoulder. your face alights, and he grabs a wine bottle and pops off the cork. very sophisticated.

he takes a sip from the bottle, and you watch as a bit of red dribbles down the side of his mouth. as he places the bottle down, your hand subconsciously raises and wipes at it.

tobio raises a brow, a small chuckle falling from his lips. his eyes meet yours, and you quickly look away, wiping your thumb on your shirt.

he stands there, behind you, eyes stuck on you as you rub at the back of your neck. a group of people come bustling into the kitchen, clearly drunk and cups of beer in hand.

you shrink back instinctively, and your back comes to meet tobio's chest. the kitchen wasn't very big to begin with, but with an extra seven people there was barely enough space to extend your arms.

tobio's hand rests on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh in an almost protective way. you can smell his cologne, stronger this time, and your lashes flutter.

you don't even know what happens next, but later you're told someone had slipped on an empty solo cup, knocking into someone else. in the end, you ended up with one whole beer cup spilled directly on your chest, soaking you to the bone.

you shriek, the stench of beer wafting up, but your scream is hidden under the layers of party sounds. but then, your whole world twists as your whirled around and buried into tobio's chest.

your brain starts to slow for a second, enveloped in his warm embrace. there's nothing you want to do more in that moment than wrap your arms around his waist and properly hug him. but your chin lifts just in time to see him shove the guy who'd poured his cup on you.

"who the hell do you think you are?" he shouts, lip curled back in a snarl, arm wrapped protectively around you.

it was nice.

but he was also your best friend's little brother.

the guy stumbles back, raising his hands as if to say, "i'm innocent" but tobio doesn't care for that. he continues to shout, and one of the guys friends looks to you for help.

taking in a deep breath, you pull yourself back from his grip, catching his attention. you place both your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

"hey, shh," you coo, "it's fine, it's just a shirt."

"no!" tobio shouts, "that guy's a douche and you deserve an apology."

you look at him weakly, unable to find the words to fight back. he breaks then, shoulders sagging upon seeing your expression. he grabs your hand, and trudges towards the bedroom hall. "c'mon," he huffs.

he stops right outside his room, and you don't even get the chance to protest because he's pulling you inside in under a second. he falls short though, upon seeing it.

in your sleep the night prior you'd managed to kick his blankets all the way to the end of the bed, his pillows displayed messily across the top. your bag was open at his desk, some of your clothes hanging on the back of his chair. you wince. "I didn't get to clean..."

his lips part, and he blinks a few times, still staring at his bed. "you stayed here?"

you sigh, "yes, and i'm so sorry. miwa said it was fine, so i assumed she texted you. again, so so sorry--"

he cuts you off, "no, it's fine. just surprised, that's all."

you purse your lips. "you sure?"

he nods, and he turns to you. you immediately notice how glued his eyes are to your breasts, your white shirt soaked through to openly show the fact you hadn't worn a bra.

your nipples peak through the shirt, and shame courses through you. you shy away, arms crossing in front of you as you look to the side. you shuffle off, overly aware of his eyes on you, as you begin to dig through your bag.

"fuck."

tobio frowns, "what's wrong?"

you run a hand through your hair, pulling out the tie. "this was my last clean shirt."

you can practically hear tobio's heart skip a beat with how startled he looks. you look at him helplessly, still attempting to cover up. you move to leave, an excuse of stealing something of miwa's when he blocks you with an arm.

"you can take something of mine," he says, biting on his lip as he stares away, "i...i don't want you going back out there looking like that."

you almost want to roll your eyes and say, "looking like what?" but you don't. you knew after years of growing up with him that he was naturally protective. he steps away once he's assured you won't make a break for the door and digs through his drawers until he comes up with a simple navy-blue t-shirt.

you don't even need to try it on to know it's going to be huge on you.

he hands it over to you, to which you thank him gratefully. he turns around, but you don't miss the way his cheeks tint pink as he stares at the wall. you peel off your beer-soaked cami and slip his on top, shuddering at the friction.

it smelled like him too.

you even dare to wiggle out of your skirt, tossing it into your bag. you clear your throat, a sign that he can turn around. he doesn't say anything, and you try not to look too awkward.

pinching the sides of the shirt and pulling out, you give a little twirl and say, "how do i look?"

it was intended as a joke, an attempt to cut the thick tension, but he takes you seriously.

he coughs, and stares at his hands, "you, uh, you look good."

complimenting was never his forte.

you can't help it, a small snicker escapes your mouth, and soon enough your full-heartedly laughing at him, trying to cover your noises with a palm to your mouth.

he huffs, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips.

you sit down on his bed, and your body feels warm. you can't tell if it's from the heat of his shirt, the bed, or even the alcohol. he comes to sit next to you, falling back into his rustled sheets with a sigh.

you settle down next to him, and count the cracks in the ceiling in order to ignore the burning in your core. you seriously needed to calm down.

"does miwa always throw these parties?"

you hum. "sometimes, though this was the first one here since high school. uh, after your grandpa passed she didn't do a lot in college for a good while. usually she hosted them on campus or something."

he nodded. the silence fell heavy again.

you turn your head, taking in a deep breath and try to give him a smile. "do you go to parties?" you inquire, "you're in college now...your first year, right?"

he clicks his tongue. "i've been to a few," he scratches behind his ear, "mostly ones i get forced into going to. i never found them very fun."

you get warmer. maybe it is the alcohol, but you scooch a little closer and rest your head on his bicep. you've never seen his eyes widen that much, but he looks at you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"me neither," you whisper, "don't tell your sister."

you don't let tobio get the chance to understand the double meaning of that, because some surge of confidence pushes through you in that moment. all logical thinking flies out the window, becuase who cares? you're an adult, he's an adult, miwa's partying. he clearly wants you.

you kiss him, a hand placed on his chest, and your hair seperating a curtain between the two of you and the outside world. he tastes of wine, almost bitter, and you love it.

he's still for a moment, but then his lips move against yours and suddenly your flipped onto your back. his hand his on your shoulder, his other on your hip as he stares at you with husky eyes.

your shirt--or well, his shirt--has been pushed up to show your exposed abdomen but more importantly, your lack of skirt. tobio takes a particular interest in your lacey white panties, thumb rubbing over their hem.

he contemplates for a moment. "are you sure you want this?"

you don't waste a single second.

"yes," you nearly plead, and pull him down by the neck for another heated kiss. you can feel him rock up against your core, painfully hard already. you whine into the kiss, wanting to feel more of him.

his hand moves from your shoulder to push up your shirt, and your back arches upon the cold air blown across your skin. your nipples harden, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

tobio's warm hands rub up and down your sides, tracing the line of your ribs. he breaks the kiss, mouthing down your jaw onto your neck and sucking a deep red mark into the flesh of your skin.

you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, back still trying to pathetically arch into his touch.

"tobio," you pant, "i need more."

"patience," he chastises, but you can tell he speeds up. his lips move a little faster, sucking lighter marks across your neck and collarbone. you're about to sit up to take off the shirt when he stops you.

"keep it on," he pants, "you look so pretty with it. all dressed up in my clothes."

now, that does things for your ego and for the heat growing between your legs.

his lips latch around your right nipple, and his hand comes to twist and play with your left. his tongue is so warm, lapping up at your sensitive nub.

your hands come up to tug at his hair, curling in inky black locs. his eyelashes flutter when you give it a small tug, his teeth scraping against your nipple in a way that made you hiss pleasurably.

he peppers kisses along your breasts and ribs, and you can feel the slick beginning to stain your panties.

"please," you mewl, pushing up against him. he chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs. his grin is devilish, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation.

he takes your panties, and pushes them to the side, revealing your pussy. "so wet," he whispers, almost amazed. he takes one finger and runs it through your folds, collecting your slick and smearing it across your thighs.

quickly, he leaves a few love bites along the smooth expanse of your thighs, making your breath catch in your throat. everytime you think he's about to finally touch you, he goes back to your knee and works his way up again.

he admires his work, and you tighten your thighs around his head as a sort of warning to hurry up. he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you closer to the edge of the bed. your back arches, and you try to resist the urge to buck your hips.

you aren't ready for when he finally makes one long stripe through your folds. it feels like a hundred electric shocks are coursing through your body, lighting you aflame. you let out a hitched cry of pleasure, hands curling in his hair, pushing further into his face.

tobio eats you out like you're his last meal. you don't know where he learned how, but it's genuinely shocking. the same boy who you taught how to properly serve a volleyball, was now eating you out like your life depended on it.

you couldn't help the symphony of noises that escaped you. the heat of his tongue made you clench around nothing as he sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning around your flesh. you never striked him as the kind of guy to be a service top, but you were enjoying it, nonetheless.

he sucks against your skin, trying to get every taste of you he can, openly groaning at the taste of your slick. your legs twitch and shudder, and you try your hardest not to clamp around his neck. "need to feel you, tobio," you moan, pulling his head up. he looks at you, eyes heavy-lidded, his arousal clear as day.

"i don't have a condom," he stutters, and you shake your head.

"i don't care," you whine, pulling him close, so his torso is flesh against yours, "need you now."

you sound horribly pathetic and he must find it cute or he doesn't care because he's complying to your whiney demands with no issue.

he fumbles with the string of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. you feel your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he's long, not the thickest you've ever seen, but definitely the longest. you know he's going to hit all the right spots.

you reach forward, taking him into your hand and giving him a few long pumps. his tip is a cute flushed red, veins tracking up his cock. "so pretty, tobio," you slur, to which he blushes bashfully. "this is the kind of dick girls brag about, y'know..."

he presses a kiss to your cheek. "will you?"

you giggle, "not unless you give me reason to."

that ignites a flame in him. ego was one thing tobio took very seriously.

he drags his tip through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. occasionally, his head will catch on your clit and elicit a whimper from you. he aligns himself with your hole, leaning over you, and pressing more kisses to your breasts to try and ease you and get your muscles to relax.

you breathe in and out a few times until your body properly relaxes, and you're melting wax into his hands.

you take back everything you said about him not being big. tobio fills you up like he was made for you. as if your pussy was molded to fit the shape of his cock. he curves in just the right spot, and after a few testing pushes, he manages to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

it's no surprise you're cumming only minutes after he starts.

"tobio!" you cry out, gripping onto his shoulders, "'m gonna cum!"

he huffs, burying his face in your neck, "cum for me, baby, i wanna hear you. show those assholes what they're missing out on."

sparks alight along your spine, and you're arching into him, screaming his name as you cum. it might've been the biggest climax you'd ever had.

you're shivering and whimpering, letting him pound into you until his own release. he finishes soon too, having been hard for way too long. he's trying to muffle his grunts, but you know they're clear as day to anyone who's in the kitchen. you'd be surprised if the whole house didn't hear you.

eventually, he finishes in you, pumping his seed in with a few slow thrusts. he sits there for a moment, still inside you as he takes deep breaths to recollect himself. eventually he slips out, but he plugs you up with two of his fingers to keep his cum from dripping out.

tobio lays down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, heavy pants fanning across your breasts.

"was i good?" he asks weakly.

"you were wonderful."

the next morning, you wake up to a string of texts from miwa.

oops.

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surf trip with jj

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As soon as you were old enough to touch the money you got from the gold, you and JJ booked a surf trip. A lot of people said he was insane for dropping a crazy amount of money on a single trip, but it wasn’t just any trip, this was JJ’s dream. He didn’t care how much he was spending or how much he’ll have left in his bank account. The ocean, a surfboard, some weed and his girlfriend — that’s all he needed to be happy.

Getting him a passport had been a wild ride, but you made it to your first stop: Hawaii.

JJ emerged from under the water, shaking his blond hair before looking for you. ‘’Did you see that wave?’’ He had a big grin across his face, excited about the wave he just rode.

Sitting on your surfboard, you paddled over to him, matching the excitement on his face. ‘’She was so high, J! It was insane!’’

The two of you had been waiting for a perfect wave like that all day, and finally, it had arrived. The rush of adrenaline from riding such a massive wave was indescribable.

JJ let out a laugh, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. ‘’I felt like I was the fucking king of the sea up there,’’ he exclaimed, still relishing the exhilarating experience.

You laughed, shaking your head at his silliness.

As the day drew to a close, you went back to the traveler hostel and threw on a cami and loose fitting pants over your bikini while JJ took care of the rental surfboards. You only had two days left in Hawaii and you wanted to hit that restaurant you heard one of the other travelers talk about.

When you came out of the hostel, you easily found JJ by the boardwalk. His shirt and snapback were back on, and his back was turned to you. Taking advantage of his position, you quietly snuck up on him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder and chest from behind.

He instinctively leaned back against you, covering one of your hands with his. ‘’Finally. I’m starving.’’

You rolled your eyes. ‘’I was gone for ten minutes. Don’t be dramatic.’’

‘’I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.’’

‘’Aw, my poor baby,’’ you cooed.

‘’It’s true.’’ JJ leaned his head back and you kissed his cheek. ‘’My stomach is screaming ‘JJ feed me’,’’ he said with a higher voice, making you laugh.

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Cami You-Ten at Jiaqi Shen for Pratt Institute, Fall 2922

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mamaspresley · 2 years

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the best man | austinbutler

wc 6,564 tw alcohol, smut to the third degree, like it’s dirty, proceed with caution

there was always something about weddings that had everyone in the romantic mood. maybe it was that saying that love was in the air, or it could be that everyone who attended was just lonely and refused to let it be rubbed in their face — you opted for the first one, refusing to admit the latter although you knew exactly which one was true.

the last wedding you’d been to you met your current ex-boyfriend, tyler, under intense circumstances. it was your first encounter of a spur of the moment hook-up, in the private bathroom off of the bride’s room, which after the day led into many dates and falling in love and then unfortunately, after a year of being together, getting your heart broken when he cheated on you. to say you were still upset would be an understatement— after all it had only been a month— but you were trying your best to move on and be happy. and in doing that, you promised your best friend, the bride of the day, camille, that you would be on your best behaviour.

“y/n, when i said best behaviour, i didn’t mean ransack the entire fucking open bar.” camille looked back at you through the large mirror, standing pretty in her gorgeous white wedding dress, her arms crossed over her chest with a scolding, yet somehow understanding, pout on her lips. you stood behind her, like a deer in headlights, with your arms full of champagne bottles and wine coolers.

“i was… bringing some for everybody,” you lied, offering her a gracious smile as you batted your eyelashes for effect. she didn’t look convinced, so you upped the anti, moving to pass a can to each of the other bridesmaids. “one for you, one for you… kayla, you get two, actually. one for you…”

“go put those all back, please. i don’t want you getting arrested for theft on my wedding day.” camille had been your best friend since grade school, which earned you the title of maid of honour. she knew you better than anybody, as you did her, and this was a day she’d been looking forward to for her entire life. since you knew the girl, she’d been dreaming of finding her prince charming and having a fairytale wedding — you’d been more of a ‘go with the flow’ kind of gal, but that didn’t stop the pair of you from being two peas in a pod. you were just happy she’d got the happy ending she wanted, despite the pain tugging at your heartstrings any time you saw her and sean together, all lovey-dovey and what not. you found it disgusting — at least, you hid it as that.

“what’s the point of an open bar if i can’t drink as much as i want, when i want?” you asked, collecting the drinks back from the other girls. you and cami argued for a bit more before you gave in and exited the room, finding yourself wandering back over to the bar again.

you placed all the drinks on the counter, shooting the bartender who was setting up for the night a coy smile. sneakily, you stole a cooler and cracked it, not doing a very good job at being quiet as the man shot you a look. you sighed in defeat, muttering an apology before taking a seat at the bar. about ten minutes later and you were on your third can, making conversation with the man who was growing quite irritated with you, when you heard a throat clear and you swivelled around in your seat.

“nobody told me the party had started already.” the man who stood in front of you was nothing far off from being the most beautiful boy you had ever laid eyes on. you recognized him from a few social events you’d tagged along with camille and her fiancé to. he was sean’s best friend, you knew him as, but you couldn’t quite remember his name.

“oh, we’ve been going all morning. haven’t we, robbie?” you turned back to the bartender, who shot the boy a look, one that seemed like a cry for help, and you glanced back over to the beautiful boy standing in a fitted black tux, the flower on his lapel matching the colour of your dress, a solid dark green. “i’m sorry if this comes off rude, but i can not remember your name for the life of me.”

“austin,” he said, and you snapped your fingers at the name, suddenly remembering. “it’s okay. y/n, right?”

“well now i feel like an asshole.”

“i’m the one letting a pretty girl drink all by her lonesome in the middle of a wedding venue,” austin said, moving to sit down beside you, where your legs were perched up on the stool. before you could move, he lifted your legs, sliding to sit down before allowing you to rest back down, your ankles crossed as you rested your sparkly silver heels on his thighs.

“the wedding hasn’t started yet, i’m calling it pregaming,” you joked, and austin nodded in response before politely asking robbie to make him a drink. whiskey on the rocks, a classic and suited him far too well, figuratively and literally, as you watched the boy hold the glass in his hand before pouring the liquid down his throat. the thoughts that began tumbling through your brain were nothing short of a bad idea, so you took another swig of your cooler to hopefully help calm your mind.

the two of you sat there for a bit, chatting and making conversation, before your phone buzzed on the counter and you lifted it to look at the screen. cami: please don’t tell me you got yourself into more trouble. come to the room, i need help with my vail.

“well, duty calls.” you swung your legs down off of the boy beside you and stood up, lightly smoothing down your dress before finishing off your drink. austin did the same, sliding robbie a bill of you weren’t sure how much before joining you at your side.

“bridal troubles?”

“something like that. needs help with her vail,” you said with a shrug, holding your phone as you crossed your arms over your chest, glancing up at the boy. austin was much taller than you, even when you were on four inch heels, and it became much more apparent standing up. his gaze stared down at you, a little too seductive for your liking but you got the idea that he didn’t try — that was just him. “i’ll see you at the ceremony, austin.”

“try not to get too drunk by then, we still got the reception.” he had a point, and you nodded before separating ways. what would happen at the reception? you wondered, and found yourself thinking of it the entire rest of the day.

…

you hadn’t realized that you didn’t think about tyler once at all the whole time you were talking to austin, until you got back to the room with camille and everyone. the entire process of getting ready involved you sitting on the bed, watching camille get her finishing touches down, while you pondered over the boy who had broken your heart last month. you forgot about austin until the ceremony, and you found yourself thinking how comedic, your brain could only focus itself on one boy at a time.

you and austin stole glances from one another the entire speech, watching the happy couple at the front of the line for a few moments before having to glance back at each other, only to find the other one already staring. it was childish, really, how the butterflies flew in a swarm around your belly, and how the heat rose to your cheeks every time you met austin’s eyes from across the stage. even during the walk down the aisle, you were paired together, as you were the maid of honour and he was the best man — you linked arms, his touch electrifying as he peeled away from you to place a hand on your lower back when you walked up the steps. you were so glad you weren’t facing the crowd during the i do’s, because austin’s blazing stare and his perfect, soft, full lips and his gorgeous blue eyes and his sandy curls that fell across his forehead adorably — it was enough to have your face tinted pink the entire time, and as soon as the ceremony was over you had to excuse yourself to get some air.

the reception came around and you found yourself sitting at the head table next to camille, sean on her left while austin sat next to him. everyone made their speeches, including austin, and when it was time for yours, the mix of the alcohol along with your bottled up emotions from all day called for a shitshow. it wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be in your head, according to everyone else, but you did cry, a lot, and had to pause mid-speech a few times to hiccup.

“i just can’t believe that my best friend is finally getting married.” hiccup. “i mean, camille and i would stay up until the sun rose, talking about the perfect wedding. she’d always say she wanted to wear pink instead of white,” hiccup, “because it was her favourite colour. and then i’d be like, you’re stupid, cami. brides can’t wear pink. and i guess she finally listened to me, but that’s what would always happen. for as long as we’ve been friends, cami was the idealist and i was the realist. but that’s what i love about cami,” hiccup, “is she would always give me the perfect amount of optimism. i mean, sometimes it was just annoying,” camille laughed at that, “but she taught me how to make my dreams not just dreams, and i’ll always be so grateful for that. and i just can’t believe that those little girls who stayed up all night talking about boys are actually, like, here. there’s no one else i would rather have grown up with. i love you so much, cami. and i can’t wait to see what else the future has in store for you, and i just know that little 13 year old cami would be so fucking proud of you, all grown up. because i am, and i love you so much.”

camille gave you the biggest hug, both of you crying now as she squeezed you as tight as possible. “i love you so fucking much,” she told you, and you squeezed your eyes shut and you held onto her. when you opened your eyes again, you met austin’s gaze, and he offered you a soft smile, which you returned. soon enough the rest of the reception was back on track, the hard part was over and it was time to get on with the fun. and by that, you meant more booze, so you could drown yourself in it and forget the terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of your best friend getting married and leaving you behind.

so, shoving that idea to the back of your mind, you found yourself sitting at the bar for the second time today, now sporting a martini in your hand after downing two shots of tequila. you’d been buzzing all day, pretty tipsy from earlier when you had been chatting with austin before the ceremony, but you were bored of tipsy. you wanted to be drunk. and the tequila you’d shot was burning at your stomach in a delicious, daring way. so you took two more, and then two more after that.

by the seventh one robbie was giving you a look, and you rolled your eyes at him before sliding him a twenty as a thank you and pushing yourself off the seat. the moment you stood up it all hit you, dizzying your balance and making your brain turn into tv static, but you didn’t mind the feeling. you pushed through it and went to find your friends, or someone you knew, making your way over to your table.

“y/n! where’ve you been? i wanted to dance,” cami said with a frown as she stood up from the table, and you could tell by her bloodshot eyes that she was feeling the liquor just as much as you. her bottom lip stuck out in a pout as she reached her arms for you, and it was adorable but borderline sickening the way sean helped her up. “let’s dance, baby! me and you.”

you threw your head back and laughed as you nodded, grabbing her hand and the two of you stumbled onto the dance floor. camille almost tripped over her dress but you grabbed the train, holding it as she hollered drunkenly, laughing hysterically with you. the two of you always had fun, but it was only heightened by alcohol, and it had been so long since you’d been drunk with your best friend; you were excited.

the pair of you danced to the upbeat song playing as best you could, mainly giggling and jumping around rather than dancing. you were screaming the lyrics which you knew, camille nearly doubled over at how hard she was laughing, while you had both of her hands and were swinging your arms back and forth between the two of you. just as the song came to a close, a quieter beat following, the other two best friends approached you, and you felt your heart sink as cami peeled away from you, an exciting look crossing her face as she squealed, “it’s my hubby!” before throwing her arms around her husband.

she was gone, you thought, watching the happy couple interact. your best friend was now a married woman, and he would always, always come before you. sean leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one hand resting on her hip while the other settled on her lower back for support, and if you weren’t such a miserable, heartbroken mess you would be happy seeing the two together. the way sean looked at camille, the twinkle in both of their eyes and the smile etched on their faces; they were undeniably in love, and it wasn’t just the rings on their fingers that made it obvious.

you didn’t have too much time to wallow over the thought of your best friend abandoning you, as your vision was blocked by a body stepping in front of you, and you glanced up to meet austin’s gaze. “would you like to dance, y/n?” he held out his hand, and the smile that crept across your lips was eerily similar to the one on the newly-wed couples’. you placed your

smaller hand in his, and allowed austin to pull you in close. his free hand moved to your waist, snaking around to rest on the small of your back while you brought your arm up over his shoulder. the music playing was a slow tune, something you recognized as a remix of best part by daniel caesar.

“i liked your speech,” you heard austin say, and your eyes flickered up at him as he swayed the two of you back and forth. “i didn’t realize you and cami have known each other for that long.”

“since kindergarten,” you added. the close proximity of the boy you danced with had your heart beating a million miles a minute, and you weren’t certain that it was the tequila that made your cheeks flush, or the feeling of your chests touching, his fingers intertwined with yours, and his burning gaze back at you.

one thing you were sure of the alcohol affecting, though, was your ability to filter the words that fell from your mouth. “why do you always look at me like that?”

it must have been the apparent shock on your face after you had spoken that made austin laugh, but he just smiled and responded anyway. “like what?”

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, quite embarrassed after the awkward stumble of words from before. his eyes taunted you, and you sighed before answering. “you stare at me. like… like you want something.”

“what do you think i want?”

you gulped. the song had changed, but you didn’t pay it much attention. the two of you continued slow dancing, your bodies in tune with one another as you stared back at him, his blue eyes darker now, and you weren’t sure if it was the lighting. “i don’t know what you want. that’s… that’s why i asked — what you’re staring at me for.”

“you’re nice to stare at,” he stated, like it was a fact he couldn’t be more sure of, and suddenly austin stretched his arm out and spun you around, pulling you back into his chest expertly.

“didn’t know you were a dancer,” you said up at him, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he held you close, one hand still grasping your hand and the other taking residence on your hip.

“there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” austin’s voice was of something you’d never heard before, deep and raspy and sexy and taunting, so seductive in a way where he didn’t even try to be, but he knew he was. he had to have known, known what he was doing and more importantly what he was doing to you. he spun you around again, moving both hands to your waist as he pulled you close, your hands falling to his shoulders. “have you ran the bar dry or do you think our friend robbie will let me buy you a drink?”

“he seemed pretty pissed with me earlier,” you said, cocking your head to the side as you looked up at him, your eyes darting down to where he rolled his lower lip between his teeth. “but he might make an exception for you.” the way he bit down on his lip, dimples piercing his cheeks and eyes narrowing down at you, had your stomach in a frenzy. your eyes left his lips and looked back up to meet his gaze. “i know i would.”

“mm, would you?”

“but i’m sure some convincing on your part wouldn’t hurt.” the two of you were flirting by now, everything was out on the table and you were in awe of how turned on this man made you with just a simple stare. he seemed to have picked up on your hint, his eyes darting between both of yours, trying to read the hidden message behind your words.

it wasn’t long before austin had you downing two shots, only fuelling the fire in the pit of your stomach. you turned to him after swallowing the last one, slamming the glass on the counter with a grimace on your face. “tequila was a terrible idea.” austin only laughed, taking his before checking his watch.

“not even midnight yet, and you’re pussying out already?” he was teasing you, eyes threatening as they glanced between both of yours, searching for intention. your lips curled into a smile, shaking your head as your curls bounced around your shoulders.

“never.” you turned to the bartender, holding up two fingers before looking back at austin. “are you?”

ten minutes later and the shots were catching up to you, hitting you much differently than they did austin. you were the epitome of drunk, slurring your words, stumbling your feet; austin was barely buzzing, from what you could see, but you could tell by the slight lisp in his tongue and the tint of his cheeks that he was feeling it. you’d met back up with camille and sean, the four of you enjoying yourselves on the dance floor. you danced and laughed and sang, and you were coming to realize that another sign austin was drunk was his touchiness. his hands were roaming your waist, squeezing your hips while his lips danced over the shell of your ear, your back pressed to his chest while he whispered things to you. you hadn’t even realized camille had noticed until austin and sean left to find more drinks, and cami grabbed your arm with such ferocity you let out a yelp.

“hey! that hurt.”

“you need to fuck that man,” she said, a serious look in her eye, and you almost choked as you raised your eyebrows.

“what?”

“austin, you need to get with him. now.” she was drunk, just as bad as you, but camille had always had the lucky trait of being able to handle her liquor; you, on the other hand, did not. “i’m not kidding, y/n. you’ve been wallowing about tyler for too long and this is the perfect opportunity to forget about him and move on!”

your heart stopped beating in your chest at the sound of tyler’s name and you could’ve sworn you were completely sober in that second. “what?”

“he’s totally into you! and he’s so sexy, y/n. do it!” cami squeezed your hands excitedly, her eyes glimmering as she gave you a look of assurance. “if you pass this up you’re clinically insane. i mean, look at him.” you followed camille’s gaze over to the bar, where austin had his hand on sean’s shoulder, the two men laughing about something. austin’s smile was beautiful, you couldn’t deny. his sand-coloured hair, curly and sitting perfectly atop his head, falling down across his forehead. you could see the veins running through his hand, his fingers long and hand massive over sean’s shoulder, his biceps flexing under the white button up he had on, rolled up to his elbows, his blazer discarded long ago. sean leaned in to tell him something, and austin moved a hand to run across his jaw, clenching the muscles while he felt the stubble over his chin, nodding at whatever sean had said. they spoke about something, austin offering a few words back, and you only caught yourself still entranced when you met austin’s eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder, locking your gaze immediately. you looked back at cami, cheeks on fire as you pursed your lips.

“he is so sexy,” you said, and cami nodded excitedly as she grabbed you again.

“you have to, y/n. like—” she paused, eyes flickering over your shoulder before she gulped and looked back at you. “they’re coming back.”

“what? i—”

“a drink, for the lady.” you were interrupted by sean’s voice as he stepped into view, handing camille a drink. she thanked him, smiling sweetly before giving him a kiss, and austin placed his arm loosely around your shoulder as he moved to whisper in your ear.

“i would’ve gotten you one but i don’t think it would’ve done you much good,” he mumbled. you tilted your head back slightly to look up at him, eyes sparkling and you smiled, mouthing a thank you before he did the unspeakable — he kissed the top of your head.

“hey, i’ll be back in a second, just gonna run to the restroom,” austin said, not giving you any time to process his previous actions before straying from your side, and you met camille’s eyes in a split second before she widened her eyes. go after him! she mouthed, and you lowered your eyebrows as you whisper-shouted back, no! sean watched the two of you interact with a confused look, and it wasn’t until camille grabbed your arm, spun you around, and pushed you in the same direction austin walked away in, that he understood. hesitantly, you took a few steps, looking back at the girl who encouragingly gave you two thumbs up. you flipped her the bird before pressing your lips into a thin line and walking towards the restroom, glancing around before sneaking into the men’s.

surprisingly it smelled good in there, a clean white paint job surrounding the walls and making it feel less like a bathroom and more like a nice living space. there was even a few seats and a bench, for some odd reason, and you furrowed your eyebrows before glancing up. austin stood at the sink, running his fingers through his hair, wetting it lightly, before his eyes met yours in the mirror and you gulped.

“camille made me come in here—” you blurted, and stopped when austin turned around with a natural smirk on his lips, eyebrows peaked.

“did she?”

“mhm.” you were nervous, your heart beating rapidly, your palms getting sweaty, fingers twitching, and austin’s cocky stare that he held on you did nothing to help. “she, uh… she was saying…” you laughed awkwardly, reaching a hand up to touch the top of your head, scratching your scalp, “she was, you know. cami, she—”

“mhm?” austin took a few steps closer, closing the proximity between you two, and you hadn’t even realized you’d been backing up until you felt your back hit the wall. swallowing harshly, you looked up at austin, his face only inches away now, and you watched out of your peripheral as he reached down to lock the door.

“you know, i really appreciate you not getting me a drink,” you said, feeling your mouth blabbering as your brain told you shut up, shut up, shut up. “that was really nice, you know, since i’m already, like, way past when i should’ve stopped.”

“yeah,” he said, eyes flickering down to your lips, and you nervously clenched your jaw as you scrambled to find something else to say.

“that was seriously, like, really kind of you. like, recognizing i didn’t need any more, or whatever…”

“y/n,” austin said, and you could’ve melted right then and there at the way your name sounded coming from his lips, “as much as i love the sound of your voice,” he licked his lips, glancing up at your eyes, “shut the fuck up.”

“okay.”

just like that, austin dipped down, crashing his lips against yours. they were so soft, so full, everything you imagined as you kissed him back. his hands came to grip your face, thumbs holding your cheeks as his fingers danced across your jaw, and you reached up to grasp onto his biceps, falling into his hold as he kissed you aggressively, tongue pushing its way past your lips.

you moaned into austin’s mouth, feeling one of his hands snake it’s way around to your back, pushing you impossibly closer to him, and austin slammed you back against the wall as he grinded himself up against you, making your head fall back. his lips moved to work on your neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin as you brought your hand to tangle in his hair, tugging firmly at his curls and making him groan.

“fuck, i need you right now,” he growled, and you’d never felt so ready for anything in your life. austin helped your out of your dress as quick as he could, careful to unzip it but hastily taking it off of you. your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, but you only got about halfway down before he pushed your hands away and moved to undo his dress pants.

as fast as you had pulled away, austin was picking you up, holding you against the wall with one hand under your thigh and the other one working his cock, sliding it through your folds. he moaned at the feeling, teasing you slightly before you gripped his shoulder tightly, and he slid into you with ease. a stinging pain hit you as you stretched around him — it’d been a while since you’d had sex, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been with someone of his size. but as much pain as you felt, about ten times that of pleasure came with it, and you were a moaning mess as he began to find a rhythm inside of you.

“so fucking tight,” he cursed, pulling out and slamming back into you with the same aggressiveness every time. both of your arms moved to rest on his shoulders, pulling him closer as your fingers found home in his hair again, tugging at the roots of the curls. austin placed one hand to the wall beside your head, his other hand gripping your thigh with a bruising touch as he pounded into you at an alarming rate.

a few minutes in that position and it was growing uncomfortable for both of you, so you switched to the sink, your legs wrapped around his torso as he slid in and out of you rhythmically. you leaned your head back against the mirror, one hand gripping the edge of the sink as the other one held onto his shoulder for dear life. austin rested his forehead on your shoulder, keeping the same pace that he fucked you with, one hand moving up to wrap around your throat. you moaned at the feeling of your airways constricting just enough, his grunts growing to be faster and louder along with his thrusts, skin slapping against skin the only sound you could hear echoing in the restroom.

“you feel so fucking good,” he moaned, slowing his thrusts as he closed your eyes, focused on just feeling you. his free hand moved down to your clit, two fingers rubbing circles into you. “so wet for me, sweetheart. you like this?”

“mhm.” you were overcome by pleasure, thighs shaking under you. austin had completely stopped fucking you, letting his cock sit inside of you as he rubbed your clit gently. your hand dropped to his bicep, squeezing his muscular arms as filthy moans escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back, his fingers moving over your core.

“so pretty like this, holy fuck.” his digits were working you over beautifully, and you were feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach ready to burst all too soon. you whined, pushing his arm away as well you could; austin got the hint and began a series of thrusts again, driving his cock deeper and deeper into you. you were seeing stars, and you weren’t sure if it was from the absolute euphoria he was graciously causing or the alcohol in your system.

“i’m— oh my god.” you could barely speak, your mouth agape as you felt him hit your g-spot, his hand coming to wrap around your throat again, just how you liked. “aus—”

“fuck, come on baby.” his grunts were deep, his cock hitting you in every right position, and you were dangerously close to the edge until he pulled out of you, roughly yanking you down to flip around, your ass pressed into him as he messily found your entrance. you took a breath as he slammed into you from behind, a loud gasp leaving your lips as the new angle took you by surprise.

“you like that?” he said cockily, and you met eyes in the mirror. his hand was gripping your hair in a loose, makeshift ponytail, his other hand bruising your hip with his firm hold. your mascara was smudged, as was your dark red lipstick, and it was then when you realized how much of a mess you really looked.

you didn’t have time to think much of it, though, as austin was driving his cock into you again, and you swore you could feel it in your stomach.

“oh my god—” your hands reached out to grip the counter, and austin quickly dismissed that idea by grabbing your wrists and holding both arms behind your back. his pace quickened significantly and you felt your body jolt with every thrust. it was beginning to be too much, the overwhelming urge to spill over the edge, his cock slamming into you and most definitely hitting your cervix, his death-grip on your hair, tugging at the roots and pulling your neck back at an uncomfortable yet so so sexy position. “i can’t, i—”

“take it,” he rasped, and the tone of his voice was enough to make you shut up. austin let your hands go, offering that to you but still relentlessly pounding into you, his hips snapping back and forcing his cock deeper and deeper into you. suddenly, you felt him twitch, his thrusts stuttering, and austin cursed as he moved forward, placing a hand on the mirror in front of you. he leaned over you now, still fucking you, and you couldn’t help but watch him in the mirror — his curls damp, falling over his eyes, which were rolled back, his lip caught between his teeth before he released it and his jaw fell open as he stuttered again. he was close to his release, you could hear it in his moans, deep and raspy, his breathing heavy. the vein which ran up the side of his neck was apparent, his jaw clenched as he gave a few more good thrusts into you.

“you’re so fucking hot,” you mumbled, unsure of where the boldness for you to say that came from, but you suddenly didn’t care when you met austin’s eyes, dark and narrowed. the smirk on his face was unmatched — the coil in your stomach tightened at his look.

“you’re such a fucking slut,” he rasped, hand tangling further in your hair, tighter, and he yanked you up to his level, your neck exposed as you leaned back. “want me to make you cum? like the whore you are, bet you’d like that, huh?”

“please,” you choked out, and austin let you go pathetically, letting you falling back down as he began fucking you at an animalistic pace. his hand traced around to your clit, his fingers working over your already-sensitive bud quickly, rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves. the moans that left your lips were desperate, filthy, and austin couldn’t get enough of it.

“this feel good?” he mumbled, rounding his free hand over your ass, lifting it off and then colliding the skin together with a loud smack. you gasped, jolting forward, into austin’s fingers that flicked at your swollen bud. his other hand was squeezing your ass, pulling you closer to him as he moved his cock in and out of your entrance while playing with your clit. the feeling was beginning to be too much — you were growing sensitive, your thighs shaking and legs giving way as you leaned against the counter, moaning uncontrollably. he was pushing you to new limits, ones that you didn’t know you could reach, and it was only a matter of time before you came.

“want you to cum with me, darling,” he said, his voice much softer now as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his thrusts getting firmer. “m’ so close.”

“me too,” you barely whispered, and austin’s hand found yours on the counter, intertwining his fingers over top of yours. he pushed into you a few more times, breaths getting heavier and moans getting louder before his hips stuttered again, and you could feel yourself unravelling by the second. “aus, i’m—”

“fuck y/n.” austin jerked forward at his release, and it was the thought of him cumming that made you orgasm as well. the two of you peaked at the same time, your arm coming behind you to grab at anything, circumstantially being austin’s dress shirt, pulling him closer. austin held you to his chest, his arm wrapped around your front while yours moving back behind his head, your hand entangling in his hair as you both caught your breath.

“holy fuck,” you said, your voice barely coming out as a whisper as you leaned your head back on his shoulder. you could feel austin’s chest rise and fall, his arm tightening around you slightly.

“i can’t remember the last time i’ve had sex like that,” austin mumbled, lifting a hand to pull through his hair as you took in his words. your stomach dropped at the thought, as the last person you’d had sex with, the only person you did for the last year or two, was tyler. unfortunately you didn’t catch yourself slipping into your thoughts before austin did, and the boy frowned as he spoke up, “you okay?”

startled out of your thoughts, a little embarrassed that he had noticed you zoning out, you glanced up at him in the mirror. “what?”

“you just got really quiet,” he said, and you shook your head, moving to pull your panties up your legs. “like, at the most inconvenient time to get quiet. when we just, you know...”

“i didn’t mean to, sorry.” you ran a hand through your hair, trying to tame the mess of knots and curls as you leaned forward in the mirror. austin just watched you, slowly doing up his belt as his eyes never left your figure. after a few moments you paused, looking at him through the mirror. “quit staring at me. you do it all the time.”

“because you’re beautiful,” he said, and you felt your cheeks blush before you pressed your lips into a line and went back to fixing your appearance. austin’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly not satisfied with your strange attitude now, and he put both hands on your waist to spin you around. “hey, what are you thinking about?”

“it’s nothing,” you answered, growing a little bit annoyed at his persistence. austin apparently didn’t care, though, as he tightened his grip on you when you moved to turn back.

“talk to me.”

you stared at the boy, blue eyes daring you to spill what was on your mind. it took you a couple of seconds to debate it in your head, but ultimately you came to the idea that, hey, he’s just a guy you fucked at a wedding. no strings attached.

“you’re the first person i’ve had sex with since me and my boyfriend broke up,” you said finally, and austin’s features softened at the admittance. “i’ve been reminded of him all day and it just hurts, kinda.”

“oh,” he said. fuck. you felt terrible now. you’d just had sex with this man, really fucking good sex, and now you’re telling him about how you’re still hung up over your ex. he probably felt so awkward. “i get it.”

surprised, you looked up at him. “what?”

“i get it,” he said with a shrug, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “i dated a girl for nearly ten years, and it’s probably gonna take me longer than that to actually get over it. i understand.”

that was not what you expected him to say, but you couldn’t be upset. that was, for some reason, exactly what you needed to hear, despite the lack of helpful advice. it was still comforting, knowing your feelings were valid and that ultimately, you weren’t alone.

“it’s hard, getting over them,” austin spoke again, “but it’s necessary. sometimes you just gotta take the first leap.”

you looked at him for a long while, eyes narrowing and lips pursing together. it wasn’t for a couple moments before you decided to go for it, and you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to austin’s. taking a second, austin kissed you back, his hands on your hips before you leaned back down, smiling up at him.

“the first leap,” you repeated.

“i mean, i would’ve thought you getting your shit railed out in the bathroom at a wedding by a stranger would be the very first leap, but whatever works for you,” he said, and you rolled your eyes as he laughed and grabbed your face to kiss you again.

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TWISTED SERIES X DREAMLAND BILLIONAIRES PART 3

Alex, Rhys, Christian: *Having a conversation*

Cami: Each of you will have to put ten thousand dollars in the swear jar.

Alex, Rhys, Christian: *pulling out their wallets while exchanging confused looks*

Lana: Oh my- I'll have to stop her.

Twisted girls: Don't.

Josh: Only she can teach these men how to have a civil conversation now.

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Gold dust woman

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @accidrainonme — if you made one based off of gold dust woman by fleetwood mac i’d go insane omg

✧.* summary — Eddie has been dealing with a lot lately, and after getting his heart broken he goes in search of the only person in the world who brings him peace: you.

✧.* warnings — Heartbroken Eddie :(((

✧.* word count — 1.5k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I tried a lot to do something faithful to the music, I don't know if I succeeded but I really liked the result. Hope you like it too :)

Eddie had been through the hardest week of his life, Billy as always was being the biggest asshole in the world and the fact that he didn't solve things with Camila only made everything worse. The bassist had been in love with her for many years and that day seeing her so wonderful, looking stunning next to someone like Billy had made everything worse.

After a show they were all celebrating in Daisy's room, Warren looked super excited singing the song in the background, Graham was having fun talking to another group of people, and Karen was dancing with Daisy.

Roundtree couldn't stop thinking about the frustration he felt seeing the woman he loved next to the person he hated the most, he didn't understand how someone like Billy had everything he wanted.

And now he found himself isolated from the others, sitting in a chair while trying to hold back his tears. The conversation he had with Camila earlier tore his heart apart, all he wanted was to show her that he could make her happier, but that wasn't what she wanted so there wasn't much he could do, despite watching her from afar.

Watching her dance with him made him want to throw chlorine in his eyes, and when he couldn't take it anymore he decided to leave that place. He gets up still with the same beer in hand, going down the stairs with the intention of walking aimlessly around, he didn't know why everything cooperated for him to feel so insignificant, he started little by little to believe in all that.

The bassist took a sip from his bottle as he walked down the dimly lit street, and while he wandered in his thoughts, he remembered that a few blocks away you would probably be lying on your couch watching some random show. So, thinking of relieving his mind of all the chaos that surrounded it, he starts walking towards your apartment.

On the other hand you were having an extremely generic night, nothing new had happened in the last few hours so you decided to spend the rest of your time doing a movie night. You were ready to prepare some snacks and lie down in front of the television so as not to get up until the next day. As soon as everything is ready you sit on the couch and almost automatically your doorbell rings, you arch an eyebrow and bring your gaze to the clock... You sure as hell weren't expecting anyone at ten o'clock at night.

Leaving your bowl of snacks on the sofa, you head towards the door, opening it to find a crestfallen Eddie. You were immediately concerned, you had known Eddie for a few years and you knew that lately things weren't great for him - which broke your heart - You cared a lot about him and knew he didn't deserve what life did to him.

"Eddie love, what happened?" You say holding his hand, and pulling him inside the apartment.

"I'm exhausted Y/N" he says, bringing his hands to his face in frustration. "I can't understand how he gets everything he wants! He is literally the most selfish person in the world and nobody seems to notice it."

"What happened?" You say, hugging him.

"Cami, she…" He can't hold it anymore, he starts to cry. "Am I that insignificant? She discarded me like I was nothing"

"Of course not Eddie" You say, wiping the tears from his face. "You deserve so much more, and if these people don't recognize that, they're crazy."

"I can't understand" He looked very exhausted, you knew how much he charged himself for all this and you couldn't stand to see him in that situation.

"Maybe you need a change..." You say, catching the man's attention. "This whole environment, even though dear to you, is not good for you, my love."

"I can't just…" he starts to say, but the urge to cry invades him again. "I can't just leave them"

"I know it's hard, but it doesn't mean it'll be forever." You say calmly, patiently waiting for him to calm down. "You don't have to disappear from their lives, you just have to respect your time. You must understand that you have the right to be upset about all this, you have feelings too…"

He remains silent, so you decide to continue.

"I see that it hurts you so much, and yet you keep trying to give it all a chance." You approach him, holding his hands. "I understand your love for them and that it can be really hard to let go of something so important, but it's costing you your happiness."

"I won't make it without them" He looks at you with puffy eyes, being honest with everything he kept to himself. "I'm nothing without them, I feel like everything I ever thought I was good at was a grand illusion."

He closes his eyes, letting a few more tears fall.

"I thought when she gave me that chance that night, for once things were going to work out."

Roundtree watches you intently, as if he wants to believe your words more than anything else. Seeing him in that situation broke your heart, even more so when you knew you could love him the way she couldn't. Eddie had become an extremely special person to you throughout your friendship, you have never stopped talking since he arrived in LA and from the beginning you knew what a great talent that man had, and how music was his passion.

When he called you telling you that Billy had changed every moment of him on the album you couldn't believe it, you couldn't understand how someone could be so selfish. You called him to your apartment so he could stay away from Billy during his time off until the tour started, and that's what he did.

Eddie and you spent that time sharing your apartment, most days you watched movies, danced to the records you had, cooked whatever junk food you wanted, and some days you even invited Warren to spend time with you. That time brought you much closer together, and it also contributed to increasing the passion you felt for him.

Talking about talent for you was like talking about him, it was impossible to imagine someone more talented and passionate than Eddie Roundtree, you always knew how dedicated he is to his work, and the sparkle in his eyes when he talked about it was priceless. And that's exactly how you wanted to see him, you wanted him to link his work, his music with that passion and joy that he conveyed. But over time, all those frustrations made that sparkle in his eyes disappear, he didn't talk with joy about it, he wasn't proud of himself anymore.

You knew about his love for Camila, and you also knew about the affair they had that day. You knew very well that she was very special to him, after all, they basically grew up together and he nurtured that love for her for years. He still hadn't told you what she said to make him like this, but you were sure she had broken his heart. It was really hard for him to open up to someone like he did to you, he hated looking vulnerable anyway, so you were kind of speechless when he started crying before he even spoke.

"You know I consider you the most talented person on earth, right?" You smile, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. "I don't know what she told you, but you need to know that you are so much more than a replacement…"

"I wanted so much to believe in you" Frustrated he replies, letting out a sigh. "I love her, Y/N"

"I know my love" Your heart clenched as you saw his eyes fill with tears once more. "But do you understand that love doesn't have to hurt like that?"

He looks at you, silently waiting for you to continue.

"Eddie, love has to be something that makes you feel fulfilled, happy, that doesn't cause you any frustration or anguish." Your hands hold his lovingly, and your eyes go down to your intertwined fingers. "You know you can count on me, right?"

"I don't know what I would be without you" He says letting out a sigh, letting go of your hands he lays on your lap. "I'm so broken, why would you want to deal with me?"

"I'm always here to help you to pick up your pieces" You reply, ruffling his hair. "You can always come home, my home is yours my love."

"Home is wherever you are" He mutters, closing his weary eyes from crying. "Thanks for so much, really"

"Don't mention it" You whisper, noticing his body relaxes under your touch.

Eddie Roundtree: I don't have words to describe how important she is to me, but I can assure you that after that day she completely changed the meaning of love for me.

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