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slytherinslut0 · 5 months

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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

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linopls · 6 months

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kinktober day eighteen

voyeurism danceracha x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (fem receiving), semi public, male masturbation, squirting 2.2k words

you weren’t a dancer, you could demolish anyone in just dance, but that was the extent of it.

your boyfriend on the other hand was possibly the best dancer to walk this earth.

you both have spent the past week in and out of practice rooms working on hyunjin’s next SKZ-PLAYER. although he couldn’t publicly announce your relationship, some strict company rules he has to work by, he thought by performing a number with you would be a way to show you off without explicitly saying so.

the problem is: you weren’t a dancer.

“you’re doing great, baby!” hyunjin says, tossing you your water bottle. “it’s all coming together i can see it.”

you sigh and take a huge sip of your water. “i’m losing it, jinnie! i’m struggling to remember it all and it's not smooth, it's choppy.”

“you’re overthinking it.” he places one of his hands on your cheek and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “let’s run it again.”

you sigh and sit down in one of the chairs in the middle of the room and hyunjin sits the other, you backs facing each other. hyunjin leans his head back on your shoulder and you turn your head to give him a peck on his sweaty forehead.

“we’ll do it with counts, m’kay?”

hyunjin starts counting and his body moves naturally, nothing is too harsh or jerky. its like water the way his moves flow from one to the next. you’re staring at him in the mirror in such awe that you miss your entrance and he stops counting.

“babe,” hyunjin laughs. “stop staring at me and focus, you can look at me later.”

“i’m so sorry,” you say softly. “you’re just so memorizing when you dance i could stare at you forever.”

hyunjin steps in front of you and presses his forehead to yours. he rubs his nose against yours and places a soft kiss to your lips.

“you’re cute. you know that, right?” he smiles and you blush. “now it’s my turn to watch you dance. get up.”

“w-what no!” you sputter. “it's like trying to teach a baby deer to walk.”

“y/n,” hyunjin whines and playfully stomps his feet. he grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the chair.

hyunjin places his hands on your hips and starts the counts, guiding you through the steps of a specific section of the dance you struggle with. you try to move as fluidly as hyunjin.

“five, six, sev-” hyunjin counts and he spins you out but loses the grip on your hand and you fall back against the mirror.

“shit,” you groan, massaging the back of your head with your hand.

“oh my god, y/n, i’m so sorry!” hyunjin runs up to you and cups your cheeks with his hands.

“no it’s okay, i’m okay.” you smile reassuringly at your boyfriend. “got a tough skull, i promise.”

you lean in to kiss hyunjin, his soft and gentle lips work perfectly in sync with yours. you place your hands against his chest and he slides his hands down to your waist, pressing his body against yours into the mirror. hyunjin swipes his tongue across your lips and you eagerly let him explore your mouth.

his hands wander to your ass, massaging and squeezing it gently. you slide your hands down his chest and under his shirt, your fingers hover over his abdominal muscles. hyunjin pulls away from the kiss for a second to remove his shirt, revealing his toned chest to you. you’ve seen him shirtless a million times, but everytime it makes you mouth water.

“hey, my eyes are up here, baby,” hyunjin teases, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting your head up to face him.

“we shouldn’t do anything here, jinnie. what if someone sees?”

“is that such a bad thing?” he smirks and kisses you again.

you moan into his mouth and your eyes roll back in your head. the idea of someone possibly walking in on you and hyunjin is such an arousing thrill. hyunjin’s hands wander under your top, cusping your breasts with his large hands. you break the kiss for a second to remove your shirt as well and hyunjin begins to kiss down your jaw and neck.

hyunjin continues his trail of kisses down your stomach, kneeling onto the floor in front of you. his fingers hook under the band of your yoga pants when a knock is heard at the door. you try to cover your front with your arms as you look up to felix and minho walking through the door. hyunjin turns his attention to the two men and sighs, laying his head against your stomach.

“forget we had practice at seven?” felix laughs.

“i did,” hyunjin says defeated.

“it’s okay, you two can continue. we won’t intrude.” minho smirks and sends a joking wink to you.

“you are intruding,” hyunjin sighs.

“hm, i guess so,” minho chuckles. “guess we’ll have a seat right here and watch then.”

the two boys sit on the couch bench across from you and your face goes red and you try to cover it with your hands before remembering that you're covering your torso. you look up to the ceiling too embarrassed to look hyunjin’s handsome friends in the eyes.

“aww, looks like y/n would like for us to watch, right?” felix coos.

hyunjin lifts his head from your stomach and looks up at you, you aren’t looking at him but you can feel his lustful gaze burning into your skull.

“can i?” hyunjin asks, looping his fingers under your waistband again.

you’re silent for a second. you look back at felix and minho and both send encouraging smiles.

“if you don’t want to, we’ll never speak of this again,” felix starts.

“and if you do want to, and halfway through you want to stop, the same thing applies,” minho finishes.

you look down to hyunjin, and just like you had imagined, his eyes blown out with lust. you have to admit, the whole idea sounds so erotic and hot. you nervously smile to your boyfriend.

“sure,” you whisper. “i trust you.”

with one swift motion, hyunjin slides your pants down your legs revealing your lack of undergarments underneath. you look back up to the ceiling again, the small gasps the three boys make fill you with embarrassment.

“you’re pretty, y/nnie,” felix giggles.

“say thank you,” hyunjin mumbles as he presses soft kisses on your lower stomach.

“thank you, felix,” you respond breathlessly.

“spread your legs for us,” minho suggests.

“hey,” hyunjin whips his head around to face his members. “you’re both just supposed to be watching, no instructions, just compliments.”

“we just want a better view. she’s very pretty.”

they way they speak about you as if your an exhibit makes your skin hot. you’d never been able to put on a jaw-dropping dance performance for them, but you can put on a show like this. and that gives you some confidence you didn’t know you had.

you lock eye contact with felix as you reach down to fully remove your pants, which have been sitting on your ankles. as you take them over you through them in his direction, his eyes go wide. next you lock eyes with minho and slowly drape your thigh over one of hyunjin’s shoulders.

“thank you, y/n.” minho smiles.

hyunjin starts to trail kisses to your inner thigh, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin with the intention of leaving marks. the artist, your boyfriend, loves to look back on his hand-painted works, your thighs and chest, to admire his paintings, his deep purple and red hickeys.

his nose brushes over your clit and you whimper out, you hadn’t even realized how worked up this whole ordeal has gotten you and just how badly you wanted hyunjin to take you right here in front of his friends.

“jinnie, please,” you whisper, interlocking your fingers in his long, black hair.

you look back down to your beautiful boyfriend on his knees in front of you. he makes everything he does look angelic, even if he’s committing a sinful act like this. he takes no time to flick the tip of his tongue against your clit, waves of pleasure being sent through your body. hyunjin’s hands rub up and down your thighs, soothing your nerves and fully focusing your attention on to him.

hyunjin wraps his soft lips around your clit and sucks hard on the sensitive bud. you moan loudly and arch your back off the mirror. he looks up at you through his eyelashes and you swear you could cum on the spot. his eyes stare into your soul with so much love and passion but also with lust that drives you crazy.

one of hyunjin’s hands part from your thighs and two of his fingers tease your entrance. as he slowly pushes half of his fingers in, you look back up to the two boys in front of you. you almost forgot they were there, hyunjin had you so immersed in focusing on him you had forgotten about the show you were supposed to be presenting.

your eyes wander between the two, you notice the tent that has formed in minho’s sweats and the bag strategically placed on felix’s lap. you smile at the two, your ego being fueled by the fact that the boys are aroused by watching you and your lover.

hyunjin’s pushes his digits deep inside you, curling his fingers up to the spot your own fingers could never find. he begins to quickly thrust his fingers in and out of your hole, the room being filled of your small moans and the sound of your arousal squelching around hyunjin’s fingers.

“please don’t stop, jinnie,” you whimper, tightening your grip on his hair. hyunjin moans against your pussy and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

“you’re beautiful, y/n,” minho purrs. “is jinnie making you feel good?”

“s-so good,” you whine, bucking your hips up against hyunjin’s face.

felix’s eyes roll back in his head and he throws his head back against the top of the couch. minho sighs admirably and removes his sweatshirt.

an ounce of courage makes its way into your bodies and you look back and forth between hyunjin and his members. “can you three touch yourselves for me?” you ask softly.

hyunjin looks up at you again, eyebrows furrowed as he moves his hand to palm himself over his pants. you look up to find minho doing the same thing, his mouth opening slightly when his hand makes contact with his crotch. felix hesitantly moves the bag from his lap which reveals a clear outline of his cock in his shorts, you even notice a small wet patch of precum staining the fabric.

the whole scene makes your knees weak, the three boys all turned on to the thought of you and all pleasuring themselves in front of you.

“so close, jinnie, please,” you moan, tangling your other hand into his hair.

hyunjin looks down and slides his hand into his sweats and frees his aching cock from its confines. you watch as he teases his tip with his thumb, smearing his precum all over the head. your eyes go wide as he begins to stroke himself and look back up to you.

“gonna cum, please,” you beg.

what finally sends you over the edge is the view of both minho and felix sliding their own hands into the pants and watching them massage themselves to the sight of you. you grip the sides of hyunjin’s face and rut your hips against him as his fingers and tongue continue to fuck you through your orgasm.

“holy shit,” felix gasps.

you look down to hyunjin and watch your release spill out of you. dripping down your legs and spraying onto hyunjin’s face, chest, and cock. hyunjin pulls away from your pussy once your legs start to shake and uses your release and lube to aggressively jerk himself to his own release. he locks eyes with you as he continues to fuck his fist.

you look up to the two boys across the room, both sitting with their mouths agape stilling palming themselves under their pants.

“look at me, y/n,” hyunjin says, his low voice sending chills through your body. as you look down you watch as hyunjin releases into his fist. spurts of white cum landing on his bare chest and your legs.

you look back up to minho and felix as the two release soft moans as well. felix covers his mouth with one hand as his hips thrust up in the air and he finishes with a muffled groan. minho is soon to follow, taking his cock out of his pants and pulling his shirt up to finish on his bare stomach.

“wow,” you sigh, eyes panning between all three boys.

the four of you sit in silence for a while, all three trying to regulate your breathing patterns and cool yourselves off. minho is the first to speak.

“i think that was a successful rehersal,” he says softly, grabbing one of his sweat towels and wiping his stomach clean. “same time next week?”

you, felix, and hyunjin all chuckle softly as you all begin to wipe yourselves off and grab your things.

“y/n,” hyunjin starts, coming up next to you as you grab your practice bag. “you’re an incredible performer. don’t think any different.”

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runnning-outof-time · 7 months

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Omggg congrats on 3.5k!! That’s incredible! Duuuude this short prompt blurb challenge is gonna blow up! For me, would you be open to doing one with Tommy, using the prompt sentence, “Look at me right now”? He sure can be demanding when he wants something lolol🥰🥵again, congratulations dear! You deserve all the love!

Oh thank you so much for sending this in @tragiclotus ! You’re so right - he really can be! I hope you like what I did with this, and that you’ve been enjoying the blurbs I’ve been sharing! Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k celebration — find more stories here!

No One But You

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, worry of past lovers returning…nothing too major

Word Count: 1018

Summary: Tommy assures (Y/N) that she’s the only woman he wants after two women from his past reappear in his life.

She must’ve read the return address a dozen times. Why? She didn’t know. It wasn’t like reading it again was going to make the sender’s name change. But yet she did anyway.

(Y/N) knew who Grace was. She’d heard about her; knew what she’d done to Tommy and his family. So why the hell was she sending him letters now?

At first she spoke to Polly, who told her to hide them. As a clerk at the postmaster’s office, she’d make sure to bring any mail the Shelbys received with her whenever she’d come to visit her boyfriend. When she’d arrive at Watery Lane, she’d follow the older woman’s suggestion and promptly slip the envelope into one of the side table’s drawers; hoping that Tommy wouldn’t find them there. But they just kept coming.

And now as she was walking to Watery Lane with what was the fifth letter Grace had sent, she didn’t know if she could keep up with hiding them. So instead she kept it in her hands, re-reading it until she heard the door open.

She stood to her feet at the sound and walked over to greet her boyfriend, accepting his kiss and shoulder squeeze as a greeting. Tommy knew something was wrong the second he pulled away. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing her usual, welcoming smile. Instead, her expression was blank.

“Has something happened?” he asked her, his brows furrowing together.

“This came in to the post today,” she answered him, extending her hand to hold the envelope out between them.

Tommy’s brows furrowed deeper as he scanned over the words written on the envelope.

“Why does she keep writing you?” (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself from asking, desperate to know why he was still receiving letters from her.

She and Tommy had entered a relationship only five months ago, but she was no stranger to the life that he lived and the company he’d kept in the past. Tommy Shelby was sought after by many, and somehow she’d gotten lucky…or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. No matter how many times his actions reassured her that he was hers alone, that nagging seed of doubt still crept into her mind. Like it was doing now.

“I don’t know why,” he answered with a shake of his head, “I haven’t spoken to her since she left for New York.”

“She’s written to you five times,” (Y/N) couldn’t withhold the information any longer. Tommy’s brows furrowed again upon hearing her admission, so she decided to elaborate: “Polly said that I shouldn’t give them to you; that I should hide them instead. They’re in the side table. I don’t know why I listened to her. I just…I couldn’t bring myself to give them to you.”

Tommy looked down at the letter and back to (Y/N), seeing that she was now biting on her lip, a nervous tendency of hers that he’d noticed fairly early into their relationship.

“May Carleton also came to meet you last week…” she spoke again after silence had hung in the air for a few moments.

“She needed to speak about the horse,” he answered in a nonchalant manner, not thinking much more of the meeting he had with the other woman.

(Y/N), of course, was overthinking it.

“Hey…” Tommy brought her out of her thoughts, making her focus on him again. “I can see you fighting with yourself. Let those thoughts go.”

“I can’t…I just can’t help but wonder if maybe, if maybe that, that with them coming back…” she tried to speak but her mind betrayed her, and the lump that formed in her throat stopped her from speaking altogether.

Not much more was needed to connect the dots though. The clues had been dropped and Tommy was quick enough to pick them up and place them in order. “Those women are in the past, (Y/N). You’re the one I want,” he spoke with sincereity, hoping that it’d quell the thoughts swirling around her mind.

(Y/N) held eye contact with him until she couldn’t anymore. She felt those worries still bubbling up inside of her, even though he’d just flat out told her that he wanted her. She dropped her gaze to her fingers, watching as she picked at her nails.

“(Y/N)…” Tommy tried to get her attention, but to no avail. “Look at me right now,” he went another route, using his index and middle finger to raise her eyes to his again. He could see that they were watery now, and he hated that she was thinking so far into this. He took her cheeks into his hands, pulling her the slightest bit closer to him before speaking again. “There’s no one but you, ok? You’re the one I want to be with. You’re the one I want,” he reiterated his point, his eyes searching hers as he spoke. “Ok?” he asked again after she hadn’t spoken in a few moments.

“Ok,” (Y/N) breathed out, nodding her head the best she could with it held in his hands. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, hoping to steady herself. When she opened them again, they immediately hooked onto Tommy’s intense blue ones. “I’m sorry, Tommy,” she felt that she had to apologize.

“Don’t be,” he shook his head slightly at her statement, “there’s no reason for you to be sorry, love.”

“But I…”

“No,” he cut her off, “I’m going to burn this letter, and any other letter that comes. You’re the one I want, (Y/N).”

A small smile formed on her face at his words. She reached out and gently ran the back of her hand down his cheek, watching as his eyes dropped to her lips. Knowing what was coming next, she closed her eyes, leaning in slightly and meeting him in the middle, their lips finding each other’s in a passionate kiss that rid her mind of all of her doubts.

“No one but you, love,” Tommy whispered against her lips before kissing them again.

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blitzyn · 15 days

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a different method final pt

teacher!zhongli x m!reader

request: drop by to ask will there ever be a chance for part 3 with teacher zhongli? i dont know man. him and reader are so cute together. maybe i am crazy??? wanna see reader actually tries his best and gets his reward-

part one | part two

a/n -> oh my god i need francis mosses and wriothesley to fuck me right this INSTANT

wc -> 4k

cw -> praise, anal fingering, anal sex, mating press, desk sex, semi-public sex, teacher zhongli, student reader, not beta read

You were nervous. Jitters ran along the length of your spine and pooled in your chest, leaving a deep cavity that filled with anxiety. Why were you so anxious in the first place? It’s just a test. You’ve taken plenty of them during the course of your life.

You tried to play it cool, masking your face with a facade of nonchalance, hoping no one could see how clammy your hands were getting or your heartbeat, or the sweat rolling down—oh god was someone looking at you? Could they see through you? What if they could read your mind? Did they know that you were secretly trying to get your teacher to fuck you again?

You forced to stop yourself from physically deflating in relief when they looked away. Seemed like they were just looking around the room in an attempt to search for a hint or an answer to the question they were on. Right. The test. You’d finished it not too long ago, and now you were in the overthinking stage, wondering if you could’ve worded something better or if a different answer was right, but you forced yourself to calm the fuck down. You studied for this (surprisingly) and you were sure that at least half of your answers were correct. Hopefully.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard your teacher speak, notifying the class that there was five minutes left, and you could see a few write faster as they tried to finish on time. Those five minutes felt like an eternity, watching the agonizingly slow ticking of the clock above the door leisurely make its way to four, then three, then two, one… thirty seconds, and…

Finally!

You took your time packing up, watching your classmates rush out of the door, eager to leave the boring room. It wasn’t until the last person made their way out did you walk up to your teacher’s desk, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

“May I help you?” He questioned, offering you a brief glance as he reached over to grab the pile of test papers. It was frustrating how he could just ignore your past… ordeals like they were nothing, but you were determined to claim your keep.

“Can you, uh, grade my paper? Now, I mean,” you requested, trying to fight off your growing eagerness, but it seemed that it didn’t matter when he quirked an eyebrow. He gave you an unconvinced look, leaning back on his chair to properly look at you, searching your eyes for something. “Please,” you hastily added, hoping it’d be enough to convince him.

“Why not wait until next week?” He seemed to have found what he was looking for as he relaxed his expression, crossing his arms across his chest. “Is there something urgent?”

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off, pursing your lips. You weren’t sure how to explain without sound too eager, but you were almost ninety percent sure he knew why you wanted him to grade it now. “I wanna see how I did. ‘Cause… I studied this time. So…”

An intrigued glint shone in his golden eyes, and his head bobbed in a slow, understanding nod. He returned to the stack and scanned through the list of names until he found yours, pulling out the answer sheet to look over. It was silent for a while, save for the occasional scratch of his pen and the obnoxious tick-tock of the clock. You crossed your arms across your chest and examined the room absentmindedly, finding it too weird to watch him grade in this silence.

“You’ve done well,” he suddenly spoke, the richness of his voice gently guiding you out of your thoughts. “Congratulations.”

You saw that he rotated the paper to you, letting you look at the numbers that adorned the white page. 47/50, it read, marking this your highest grade yet.

“That’s good,” you hummed, risking a glance up at him, only to find him already watching you expectantly.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” He questioned, and you could’ve sworn that he had the faintest of smirks. It was gone as quick as you saw it, but you were sure it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. You paused, feeling the uncomfortable weight of embarrassment creeping in your mind, stopping the words on the tip of your tongue. What were you so nervous about? You did good and everyone knew he didn’t go back on his word.

“You said you’d reward me if I did good,” you reminded, leaning forward a touch too eagerly.

“Did I?” He replied, his expression unchanging even when it was clear what you wanted. “The reward was the knowledge and understanding of this unit. Are you not satisfied?”

Fuck.

“Oh. Uh,” you were mortified—how could you not be? Technically, he didn’t specify what the prize would be. You just assumed it’d include him fucking you like the last two times. You stared at him, pursing your lips, not really bothering to hide the obvious displeasure in your face. “If I say no, will I get something else?”

The corners of his lips raised in a smug smile as he intertwined his fingers together, resting them atop the smooth wood of his desk. You noticed the familiar glint of amusement in his eyes and groaned softly. He was just messing with you.

“I suppose so,” he said, beckoning you closer to him with a refined hand. He flattened it along the curve of your hip, gently guiding you to the edge of his desk as he stood up to press himself against you. “You’ve done well today. You must’ve been very determined to get what you wanted, hm?”

You nodded slightly, almost shyly, shuddering at the feeling of his hand sliding down your pelvis to palm at your crotch. He was (not so) surprised to have felt you already hardening under his touch, but he didn’t comment on it, instead giving your cock an experimental squeeze. Your knees nearly buckled, grateful to have the desk supporting your weight as he stroked and explored your body.

“You’re more sensitive than the previous times we’ve done this,” he noted, leaning back to slot his thigh between your own and tilt your bashful head up. His grip was firm, unrelenting, raising goosebumps along your arms at his—frankly strange—strength. You hardly paid it any heed, of course. It just added to his appeal. “Have you been anticipating this moment since then?”

He refused to let you look away, tightening his grip on your chin to make you meet his golden eyes. You hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before steeling your nerves. He said you could have this, so you were going take it.

“Yeah,” you replied, rolling your hips into the palm of his hand needily. You bit your lip at the jolt of electricity that traveled up your spine, sending your senses into overdrive. You could smell his cologne—it was rich and smooth, subtle and fitting for a man like him. He was all you could feel, hear, and see as his hand made its way to the front of your pants, deftly undoing the button to tug them down.

“My, I can’t imagine how pent up you must be to be this aroused already,” he teased, his cheeks raised in a minuscule smirk. He swiftly pulled his gloves off and ran his hands ran over the curve of your thighs this time, sliding along the underside to lift you onto the desk. You tensed when the cold surface met your heated skin, but it was soon forgotten when you watched him slide your boxers off, breath hitching as he wrapped his hand around your cock.

He pressed his thumb onto the sensitive head, giving it a quick rub before lifting it, noticing the thin string of precum connecting his finger to you. He tightened his hold again to start jerking you off, listening intently to the slick noises and your breathy moans. He could feel his own dick beginning to harden, straining against the fabric of his slacks, but he ignored it for the sake of pleasuring you.

His touch was addicting. Hypnotizing. Entrancing. Anything and everything under the sun because you couldn’t get enough of how damn good he was. He knew just how tight to squeeze, the right pace, what made you shudder and squirm. The build-up was slow and delicious, clouding over your mind until your thoughts were hardly coherent enough to speak out.

“Damn—you’re… you’re good,” you shakily panted, eyes darting between his warm, strong hand and his own irises. Your cock throbbed, twitching at the sound of his low, amused chuckle. You clutched at the edge of the desk hard enough to make your hands shake, thighs flexing as you writhed. Though, you were careful enough not to accidentally kick him.

“I’m flattered you think so,” he responded, moving himself so that his hip pressed one of your thighs wider. He felt you hook your leg around his waist and tighten when he moved his hand away to prod his fingertips against your lips, wordlessly demanding entry. Eagerly, you complied, opening your mouth to let him press onto your tongue and gather your saliva.

You hummed at the feeling before closing your lips around them, gently sucking on them as you gauged his reaction. You couldn’t catch his overall expression shifting, but you did see his eyebrow raise the slightest bit and feel his cock throb against your ass. He let out a breath when he felt the suction alongside your tongue swirling around his skin, coating his fingers in your saliva. He pushed them further down, resulting in a soft gag from you. He held them there for a moment longer before pulling away, watching you break the thin trail that connected you to him with a swift swipe of your tongue over your slick lower lip.

Without missing a beat, he reached down, and you were fully expecting to feel him prod at your hole, but his hand targeted the handle of one of his drawers. You huffed impatiently and rolled your eyes when he pulled out a bottle of lube, listening to the sound of the cap being flipped open.

“Was the whole finger thing really necessary?” You grumbled, gasping slightly when he tugged your hips forward just enough so your ass hung off of the edge. You gave him a weak glare when he poured some of it on your asshole directly, tensing and shuddering at the sudden temperature drop.

“No,” he replied smoothly, easing his fingers into you. “But surely you didn’t expect to be the only one enjoying himself?” He questioned rhetorically, pumping them in and out slow enough so that the wet squelching was the only thing you could hear. “I also had no intention of using my saliva this time.”

“Could’ve started by now,” you said under your breath, mildly bitter that he had you gagging on his fingers just ‘cause he felt like it.

“Have patience,” he murmured, jabbing his slender fingers into your prostate in response to your vulgar words. He jerked you off with his free hand, paying close attention to each of your reactions, down to the minuscule twitch. “I know you can do that. If you can pass a simple test, how much more is waiting to you?”

You remained silent, swallowing the impending retort. You huffed through your nose, watching his hands expertly working your body better than you’d ever have. Your hips jerked and your cock pulsed rhythmically whenever he curled his slender fingers into that one spot that had you seeing stars. It was hard to keep quiet, and you were sure he was making this as difficult as he possibly could for you.

The heat in your belly intensified with every second—with every jab to your sensitive prostate and stroke along your painfully hard dick. Your labored breaths came out in quick pants, hitching when he teased the leaking tip. You were fully expecting him to take his time, to feel the gradual buildup, so when he suddenly speeds up, you accidentally let out a loud moan.

He gave you a sharp look, reminding you that you couldn’t afford to be loud despite not letting up. You swiftly clamped a hand over your mouth, weakly glaring at him for the sudden onslaught of stimulation, but you could hardly keep up the attitude for long. You squeezed your eyes shut and squirmed, nostrils flaring at the effort as your hips jerked every so often.

“F–Fuck, sir,” you panted, your eyebrows furrowing when you looked up at him pleadingly. “I’m gonna… m’gonna cum.”

“Go ahead,” Zhongli murmured, watching you intently. And, like his rich, smooth voice was a trigger, you did. You bit down on your lip so hard you nearly punctured it, unable to completely muffle your moans as the sounds slipped past your hand. He didn’t scold you for it, instead deciding to continue to move his hands, milking out as much cum out of your cock as he could before you started to whine at the budding overstimulation.

He let you take a moment to gather yourself, shifting to grab a tissue and wipe his fingers clean. He turned back to look at you when you sighed, leaning back to place most of your weight on your palms.

“Do you need a break?” He questioned, placing his hands back on your bare thighs. He was in no rush despite having his painfully hard dick straining against his pants, and you were internally impressed with his self control.

“No,” you replied without missing a beat, hooking your knee around his waist to tug him closer, but he hardly budged. “Fuck me. Now. I’ll be fine,” you urged. It seemed that demands were your strong suit this time around.

“Learning to have patience will benefit you greatly,” he said, and you watched the way he took a deep breath in a manner you knew meant that he was about to go on a long tangent of life lessons or something along the line. You gave him a pleading look, to which he acknowledged with yet another subtle, smug smirk. Good lord, when he wasn’t in a serious setting or teaching, he could be a pain in the ass. Literally and figuratively.

“Stop doing that,” you huffed, but you could hardly maintain that (already weak) sense of annoyance when he moved to undo his pants, eyes quickly and instinctively making their way towards his cock. You could see the tip of it beading with precum and the way it flushed an angry red.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow what you’re trying to imply,” he responded, all of his amusement fizzling away to make room for the faux ignorance. He reached over to grab the bottle of lube to pour a generous amount onto his palm and rub it along his dick, creating quiet squelching sounds that, now that you thought about it, made you cringe.

“So you just casually have lube laying around?” You questioned, looking back up at him curiously like you weren’t about to have sex. You had a strange relationship, honestly.

“I got it recently. Based on your reaction towards our last session together, it was easy to assume that you’d make a genuine effort,” he said, wiping most of the lube off his hand with a tissue before hefting your thighs up his broad shoulders. “You’re quite predictable.”

You didn’t bother to refute this time, wincing slightly at the tension to your lower back. “Ow—careful,” you hissed, shifting to get comfortable when you paused suddenly, feeling the head of his cock press against your asshole.

“You’ll be fine,” he gently assured, resting his free hand beside your head. “Bear with it.”

He pushed forward—gently this time, unlike the way he so roughly shoved himself inside you like the first time. You tensed regardless, mildly uncomfortable with the burn that came with his entry.

“Relax,” he murmured, rubbing a hand on your thigh in a comforting manner, coaxing your relaxation forth. He sank in slowly, breathing in deeply as he fought the urge to shove himself in one go. It felt better this way, he realized, taking his time instead of rushing it out of the sake of irritation. “You’re doing well. Just breathe.”

You nodded sheepishly, resting your head back against his desk. Your chest fell and rose rhythmically, making yourself relax to make things easier for both you and him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip and grunted when he finally buried himself all the way inside you, listening to him grunt in satisfaction.

“Fuck… is it me, or did you literally get bigger?” Your voice was strained, breathy and shaky. Your legs tightened slightly around his shoulders, staring at him needily.

“No, nothing about me has changed,” he chuckled softly, finding your state humorous. “But you have. You’ve improved your character within this room and proved that you’re more than capable of passing my class. You’ve made me proud, [L.Name].”

“Oh. Haha. Really?” You laughed awkwardly, turning your head to the side bashfully. Butterflies fluttered within your stomach at the praise, feeling a sudden rush of giddiness that you were hardly able to hide. “I guess I am doing better, huh?”

He nodded in response, his golden eyes softening. “I will begin now.”

You gasped, instinctively looking down to watch him pull out a bit and softly push back inside. You shuddered at the drag of his cock against your prostate, biting your lip once again to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your throat.

He moved rhythmically, his gaze locked on your blissful expression. His cock throbbed as he slid in and out, again and again, targeting your prostate with pinpoint precision. “You’re taking me so well,” he muttered, grunting softly, your soft moans mixing in with the wet, gentle slaps that filled the room.

“Shit—don’t say stuff like that,” you stubbornly said, slapping a hand over your mouth when he jabbed his dick up against your prostate with a sharp thrust.

“No? But is it—” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowing when he felt you squeeze tighter around him, letting out a strained, labored breath. He tightened his fingers into fists that had his knuckles turning white, pressing his hips against your ass firmly for a moment before resuming. “But is it not the truth?”

You rolled your eyes, using your lack of momentum to kick his back with the heel of your foot. “You talk too much…”

“Is that so?” He retorted, a faint smirk gracing his features as he bent down lower, brushing his lips against your ear, and ignored the strained grunt you let out at the added tension to your back. “Then what would you like me to do?”

You hesitated, shivering pleasantly as his breath ghosted the shell of your ear. “Harder. Go harder.” The two of you remained silent for a beat, and you quickly realized he was expecting something else. “Please.”

“Good boy. Just because I’m doing this for you doesn’t mean you simply forget your manners,” he scolded lightheartedly.

And, like clockwork, your jaw snapped open to argue, but he wouldn’t allow it this time. He rammed his cock so hard in you stars danced through your vision, your body tensing and clenching down tighter around his cock. His breaths came out shallow and labored, focused on churning your insides to mush while you tried your damn best to keep yourself from getting too loud.

“Fuck—oh my God, sir, please—” you choked out, hands scrambling for purchase. You covered your mouth with one and buried your fingers in his hair with the other, inadvertently tugging on the strands and messing up his ponytail. “Wait…!”

“Is this not what you wanted?” He rhetorically questioned, his voice low, not needing to raise his volume over your surprised and needy moans. “A shame,” he continued, finding no desire to let up any time soon. He panted harshly into your neck, letting his eyes squeeze shut as he savored the feeling of your tight hole fluttering and pulsing around him. This closeness was unwarranted and wrong, he of all people knew that. But as you whimpered and whined into his ear, he also found that he didn’t mind it.

All that could be heard were the resounding slaps and your poorly concealed noises. The desk creaked slightly, straining under your combined weight as he kept you pinned down with his body, ignoring the quiet rustle of paper as a few fluttered off the desk.

“Fuck, m’so close, sir,” came your muffled words, eyes rolling in ecstasy as you dragged your hand down to clutch tightly at his back, fingers desperately curling into his clothes. “G-Gonna cum—don’t stop!”

“Quiet,” he shushed you, giving one of your thighs a brief pinch before he grabbed hold of your weeping cock to stroke it in time with his movements. Slick sounds emanated from you as he jerked you off with dexterity, stoking the raging heat in your belly. “I know you can lower your voice. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

You meekly shook your head, letting go of his back to place both hands over your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling yourself jolt up and down as he rammed himself into your ass rhythmically. Your legs tightened slightly around his neck, searching for something to cling to. You were so close and you knew he was aware of it. He refused to let up, pushing you higher and higher, groaning when you tightened around him reflexively.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your hands hardly able to catch your voice as you came hard, body shuddering and convulsing. He squeezed your dick, slowing down considerably to help you through your orgasm, sweat rolling down his temple at the shared body heat and the effort to please you.

He pulled out with a grunt, letting one of your legs fall off his shoulder as he reached down to quickly jerk himself off, sighing in satisfaction when he finally came. You shivered, resting an arm over your eyes in exhaustion as the two of you basked in the afterglow, chest heaving up and down as you panted hard.

“You’ve done well,” he murmured, cleaning his hands off with a tissue to massage your trembling thighs, giving you a moment to recompose yourself. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks…” you replied, taking your arm off your face to look at him. He was disheveled--the most unkempt you've ever seen him. You sighed gratefully when he moved your remaining leg down to grab another tissue and wipe off his and your cum that landed on your stomach.

"Here, take this." He handed you a bottle of water, fixing himself as soon as you accepted it. "It'll do you well to rehydrate yourself, especially after an intensive session such as this."

You drank a generous amount, wiping your mouth after you put the bottle down to retrieve your pants and underwear when he handed them to you. "Thanks. Again."

"Of course." He nodded, giving you more space to put your clothes back on, watching you with a soft expression. "It's getting late. Would you like me to escort you home?"

"I'm okay. I live, like, what, ten minutes away by foot?" You shook your head, wincing slightly at the ache in your back. You stood up and stretched, yawning, as you made your way away from the desk. You noticed a piece of paper on the floor and bent down to grab it, flipping it over to place atop the surface, realizing that it was your test that fell. Staring at the red numbers for a moment longer, you were overcome with a sense of embarrassment.

Man, the things you'd do for dick.

"Don't expect any leniency from me, [L.Name]," he said, walking over towards the window to open it, letting a fresh breeze carry the smell of sex outside. "My demands still remain."

"I know," you sighed, feigning dejection before you grabbed your stuff, walking towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you then."

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february 27 @jegulus-microfic prompt: change. word count: 955

Kissing Booth - Kiss for a Cause!

All donations go to the local LGBTQ+ teen shelter!

James had noticed the bright red signs around campus for a couple days, not sparing it a second thought. There are always lots of charity opportunities and donations happening around campus, a kissing booth is nothing special.

But now, he faces the multi-colored kissing booth in front of the library and his heart skips a beat.

He never imagined he could be working the kissing booth.

Regulus Black—also known as James Potter’s biggest weakness—is standing behind the kissing booth counter.

James does a double take, eyes drinking up every beautiful detail of Regulus. His hair is immaculately curled and styled today, gently tucked behind one ear. His eyes are bright and discerning, gray and stormy as he looks up at James. Regulus is wearing a blue shirt and gray jeans, and his many silver rings catch James’ attention. James is obsessed with Regulus’ rings—he could write sonnets about Regulus’ rings, his hands, how utterly perfect Regulus is.

He hurriedly hops in line for the kissing booth, antsy and impatient during the time it takes for him to reach the front. He’s fidgeting and overthinking and bouncing on one foot—and finally, he comes face to face with him. James is breathless, staring at Regulus. The younger boy is far shorter than James, and James is endeared to him even more for it. The top of his dark curly head barely comes up to James’ mid-chest.

“Regulus,” James breathes out, smiling wide and toothy.

“Potter,” Regulus says—and James nearly scoffs. The audacity he has, to call him Potter, as if they’re on a last name basis!

“Can I get a kiss, Regulus?” Say yes, say yes, say yes—

“Do you have change, Potter?” Regulus is smirking up at him, but his eyes look far too sharp, and James feels like he’s the victim of a cruel prank.

“Right, right—uh, five dollars, is it?” James pats his pockets, searching for the five-dollar-bill he pocketed this morning.

Regulus clicks his tongue, looking bored. “Ten dollars, actually—price went up,” he says.

James looks at the bulletin, seeing a very clear FIVE DOLLARS in bubble letters. He goes to point, spluttering, “It says—”

James is met with a cutting glance and a mean smirk. “Want to make it twenty?”

“No! No, Reg—”

“Ah, too late. Twenty it is,” Regulus interrupts, looking positively gleeful as James stares at him in horror. “For charity.”

“Regulus, you’re—”

“Twenty five, Potter?” Something warm and unexpected blooms in James’ chest, and it feels like they’re playing a game. Regulus is having too much fun being mean to him.

“Stop, no inflation, please, let me find some change, for goodness sake!” James frantically searches his bag, his pockets, finding only thirteen dollars on his person.

But James Potter is no quitter—and he refuses to lose this game.

James talks to everyone in line, begging for a spare dollar, “Hi, the name’s James, I am at a point of desperation, do you have any spare change?”

By chance or pure luck, James manages to scrounge up twenty-two dollars, and he finds himself at the front of the line again.

“Regulus,” he says, just as breathless as before. Regulus looks up at him with his pretty eyes, shining with amusement. His pink lips are quirked up in a smile. “I have twenty-two dollars for you, which is way more than you charged anyone here, but I love a good charitable cause, of course—”

“James, shut up—” Regulus reaches forward and tugs harshly on the front of James’ shirt. He falls forward into the booth and steadies himself with a hand on Regulus' waist, like muscle memory. His other hand finds Regulus’ face, cradling it so gently as he pulls James into a kiss, and he moves automatically—as if they’d kissed a thousand times before. But they hadn’t, and James is learning exactly what Regulus tastes like for the first time, and he is definitely losing his mind.

Regulus is flush against him, warm in James’ arms, making the prettiest noises into James’ mouth that James eats right up, eager to swallow every part of him.

They kiss and kiss in the middle of the courtyard, far too indecently—and James can’t help but hope that Regulus hadn’t been so filthy with everyone else.

Regulus pulls away, chest heaving and lips red and kiss-bruised. Despite not being an artist, James desperately wants to paint this version of him—to emphasize the contrast between his cool colors, gray and blue and black, to the warmth of his blush and lips, the brown freckles on his nose. James thinks he’s the prettiest view he’s ever seen.

“Was that worth you twenty dollars in change, James?”

“Twenty-two,” James corrects breathlessly, “and yes, it was, Regulus.”

Regulus smiles at him, tucking a fallen curl behind his ear. He bites his lip. “Do you—um, do you want to do it again sometime?”

James’ heart stops, anticipation flooding through him. “Do what, in particular?”

Regulus’ cheeks flush redder. “Oh, the uh—kissing part?”

His heart restarts, pounding in his chest with a vengeance. He’s sure the entire courtyard can hear the thump of his heart. “Do I have to scrounge up another twenty-two dollars for it?”

Regulus huffs. “No, Potter, of course not. I just thought—”

“Of course I would. Like to kiss you, I mean. Can we schedule a date first?’

Regulus nods eagerly. They get each other’s numbers, they schedule a date, and James gets to wax poetic about his boyfriend’s beauty at all times. And he doesn’t need spare change as an excuse to kiss his crush anymore.

chapter 27 in my microfic series on ao3: february, i'm yours.

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ughkat · 7 months

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focus on me | l.r.h

part six

part five here

college tutor luke au

{ things are getting spicy }

tutor!luke x fem!reader

smut, quickie, sneaky sex, bj, kissing, petnames, fluff, tutor x student, swearing

not proofread

Monday

10:45 am

My professors words were jumbled into incoherent mumbles, I bit my thumbnail relentlessly as my foot tapped the floor with anticipation. I had 15 minutes left of class before going in blind to my lunch session with Luke.

My eyes stared blankly ahead of me, every few moments glancing to the clock. The simple knowledge that Luke was present on campus turned my stomach. I had no recollection of what my professor had been speaking about, my mind had been swiped blank by the intimidating company of the blond close by.

I counted every second as the minutes passed, unconsciously ripping the skin from around my thumbnail with my teeth as I was growing more and more antsy in my seat. The classroom was filled with a soft hum of the air conditioner, accompanied with the occasional cough or sneeze from another student. I had no preparation for my meeting with Luke, as his demeanor and tone over text was difficult to read. I didn't know if this was going to be a regular, back to normal session, or something unexpected. My breath shook, I tried my best to calm my nerves as the class came to an end.

My professor offered Luke's tutoring to the class once more before dismissal, grabbing his own belongings for his lunch hour. I watched absentmindedly as students exited the classroom, my professor stopping at my seat.

"Luke seems to be running a bit late. You're free to go get yourself some lunch and come back," He began warmly, "Or you can wait here. Up to you." He smiled, giving my chair a light tap before making his way out of the classroom. My legs felt like jelly, I wasn't confident that I wouldn't tip right over if I stood up. I stayed glued in my seat, burning my eyes into the table in front of me awaiting Luke's arrival.

I bit my cheek, checking the time which was now 11:15. My anxieties began to turn to frustration, as I selfishly started to overthink he was late on purpose. I let out a heavy sigh, my tapping foot emitting a fast thumping sound. I knew that my frustration stemmed from the anxiety of suspense, but I stubbornly blamed it on his lack of time management. I swiftly whipped out my from my bag on the floor beside me, impulsively sending Luke an anxious text.

"Where are you? I'm waiting."

I sent the message with a huff, sliding my phone on the table. I leaned back in my chair with crossed arms, glaring at my phone as I sat silently in the empty room.

"Impatient?". I swung my head around abruptly as I heard the door creak open, a deep voice emerging from behind me. Luke entered the classroom leisurely, his face plastered with a smug smile and two coffees in hand.

"You're late." I muttered, turning back around in my chair with a straight face. I heard him chuckle from behind me, his large frame pulling up a chair beside mine. He set one iced coffee on the table in front of me, scooting it closer to my body. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, he flashed me an apologetic smile.

"I could've been late with no coffee." He tilted his head. His playful demeanor uncontrollably making me crack a smile. I gave in, taking the coffee from Luke with a small giggle. I took a sip from the iced drink, Luke remembering my order perfectly. He let out a small sigh before speaking.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n." He spoke softly. I turned my head slightly to look at him, his eyes burning deeply into mine. "I should've explained myself better for you.". I looked down to my drink, toying with the straw as I took in his words.

"Yeah." I spoke quietly.

"You understand my dilemma, right?" He asked, moving his seat closer. "You know I'm not doing this to you 'cause I want to?". I glanced to him briefly before back down to my drink, his gaze was intimidating. I nodded slightly.

"It just sucks, Luke." I began, "You expect me to just come to tutoring all normal again? Like nothing?" I narrowed my eyes, turning my head to look at him. Luke sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." He muttered, "You think it'll be easy for me to just be your tutor when I want every single part of you?" He urged. I looked away swiftly at words. "This isn't any easier for me than it is for you."

I felt his body move closer to mine, his knee brushing my outer thigh. His face was only inches from mine. We both could feel the tension in the air rising by the second, becoming desperate. I looked back up to him, his blue eyes looking into mine deeply. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me over completely. He placed a hand on my thigh gently as he spoke.

"You're all I want, Y/n." He spoke deeply. We were lost in each others gaze, our faces only inches apart. It felt as though there was a magnet pulling the two of us closer together, slowly.

Inch by inch, Luke inevitably connected our lips gently, his hand on my thigh tightening its grip. I shivered at the promiscuity of our kiss in the very accessible classroom. The kiss quickly got deeper, Luke moving his lips against mine passionately. He moved a hand up to the side of my face, our breathing slowly beginning to pick up. Luke shifted in his seat at the growing hard-on forming in his tight slacks, whimpering slightly into my mouth.

He pulled away quickly, looking at me with heavy breaths.

"We can't." He lazily shook his head, wiping his mouth with his thumb as he stood up from his seat swiftly. I stood up from mine after him, moving into him closer.

"Can't we?" I spoke softly as I looked up at him, just above a whisper while I trailed my hands down his chest, running my fingers alone his waistline. My hands shook and heart beat fast as I boldly chose my next actions, but the desperation over powered my rationality. Luke let out a shaky breath, looking to the unlocked door just a few feet away.

"Y/n..." He breathed deeply, watching my hands toy with his pants button and zipper.

"No one will be in here for another hour." I smiled, looking down at my hands. I swiftly undid the button on Luke's slacks, the zipper right after, before I dropped to my knees in front of him slowly.

"You're crazy. You're so fuckin' crazy." Luke repetitively rambled at a whisper, anxiously running his hands through his hair as he watched me in awe.

"Just be quiet." I giggled. I palmed his already hard member over his pants, emitting a groan from his lips before pulling his pants down just enough to reveal his shaft. I looked up at Luke through my eyelashes, meeting his eyes as I swiped my tongue under his tip once. He let out a heavy sigh, placing a hand on my head, stroking my hair. I opened my mouth wider, taking Luke inside my mouth fully. He brought the back of his hand up to his mouth, concealing a moan as he tossed his head back. His hand rested lazily on my head, gripping my hair slightly as I picked up a steady rhythm with my neck, taking Luke down my throat.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so good." He whimpered, his mouth dropping to an "O". I brought a hand up, pumping and sucking Luke at the same time.

I watched him as I trembled above me, glancing to the door behind him every few seconds. Luke abruptly pulled himself out of my mouth, grabbing me from under my arms.

"Get up here." He growled. He swiftly lifted me from the ground, placing me on top of my desk facing him. Luke leaned in vigorously and connected our lips, bringing his hands down to my waistband and pulling my jeans down just to my knees. He effortlessly propped my feet up, leaving my knees against my chest and eager heat exposed. Both of us shook with adrenaline, trying to quickly get our deed done in the public classroom.

"Can you stay quiet for me, sweetheart?" He cooed, lining himself up with my folds. I wiggled my hips eagerly, his tip prodding against my hole. Wasting no time, Luke slipped himself inside of me, letting out a breath as my slick walls wrapped around him. Immediately, a loud squeal escaped my lips, making Luke's hand fly to my mouth to silence me. His other hand held my leg up underneath my thigh as he let out a chuckle.

"Quiet, doll. You don't wanna get caught, do you?" He spoke deeply, picking up his pace. I looked down to where Luke and I connected, my toes curled at the sigh of him finally inside of me. I let out another muffled whine into Luke's hands as he kept up his vigorous pounding. I quickly glanced up to the clock, then to the door behind Luke, still cautious of our surroundings in the open classroom. Luke noted my concerns, moving my face with his hand to look back at him.

"Don't worry about anyone else, doll. Focus on me." He spoke deeply, looking into my eyes as he made me focus solely on his member pumping in and out of me euphorically.

"You like being fucked where anyone can see?" Luke chuckled, moving in closer and connecting his forehead to mine, "You like being my slut, doll?". I nodded frantically, my whimpers continued to be muffled my Luke's hands.

"Fuck, doll, you're so tight around my cock." He groaned, watching himself pumping into me vigorously.

Luke quickly glanced to the clock, noting we had 10 minutes until the next class would begin to arrive.

"How fast can you cum for me, baby?" He cooed, bringing a hand up to my sensitive bud, rubbing fast circles into my clit. I dug my teeth into Luke's hands, looking up at him. My walls began to clench around his member, my climax rising quickly.

"That's a good girl. C'mon, doll, cum for me." He growled, keeping a steady rhythm with his thumb and pounding. I tossed my head back, shaking under Luke as I released about his throbbing member. My climax bringing him to his on my thigh quickly after.

With no time for catching a breath, Luke quickly retreated any tissue box he could find and cleaned his mess from my leg, assisting me in standing up and putting my pants back on. We silently slumped back into our chairs, breathing heavy as we collected our thoughts. Beads of sweat collected at Luke's forehead, his blond curls sticking to his skin. My hair laid messy down my back.

"That's not what I meant by we'll talk on Monday." Luke half joked, giving me a side eye. Giving us no time to debrief, the clock ticking to 12:15 and my clueless professor bursting through the door made us quickly adjust ourselves in our seats, trying to act nonchalant.

"Afternoon, Luke." He greeted with a smile, making his way to his desk. Luke smiled with a nod, his ability to act like he wasn't jack hammering me into the table just a couple minutes ago bewildered me. "You're real sweaty. Good session?". My professor raised his eyebrows, still completely clueless. Luke glanced to me briefly with wide eyes, then back to the professor.

"Definitely. Getting better every session." He smiled smugly, turning to look at me. My professors eyes flashed to me, my eyes now meeting his. I smiled with a nod at confirmation.

"That's right." I spoke. My professor nodded, placing his books onto his desk enthusiastically.

"That's great to hear, Y/n.". Luke and I shared a glance, unsure of our next move as I had a class I was now late to. Luke stood up with an uneasy sigh, meeting my eyes once more before turning to the door.

"Uhm. I'll see you tomorrow.". He gave me a look as if to say something which was unsaid. I watched as he exited the room, left to my own devices until I heard from him next, which was too left unknown.

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invisible string [6] : ellie williams

part five

| college!ellie x female!reader - we're nearing the end! comments are very much appreciated, as are reblogs. this story is also available on wattpad (thank you to those of you on wattpad who comment along your favorite parts/reactions, it always makes me laugh)

| c/w - anxiety, swearing

"i don't know how i feel about this."

ellie was obviously stalling, but you humored her anyway.

"you don't have to. it's just that i was really looking forward to it, and you've been saying that you would for awhile now... but no pressure. it's fine, really." you smiled at her with a glint in your eye, knowing that you were being annoying.

ellie rolled her eyes but made no effort to hide the smile gracing her lips. you waited patiently, sat on her bed with your legs hanging over the side.

this was the second time that you've been in ellie's room, though this time was different from the first. it wasn't planned with promises of studying and completing homework. you simply wanted to hang out, and ellie invited you over. you had practically raced over, hardly stopping to make sure that your shoes were tied tightly enough before dashing out of your room and over to ellie's instead.

you didn't allow yourself the time to overthink it, either. if you would've waited and considered her offer carefully, you surely would've canceled, letting your nerves get the best of you.

maybe it was the conversation you previously had, or the fact that winter break was closer than ever and you weren't sure when you would see ellie again, but you didn't want to miss out on a chance to be around her. her presence was comforting and intoxicating, your cheeks burned and your eyes felt heavy with exhaustion simply from laughing too hard.

ellie groaned and lifted her guitar from where it was previously on display. "you're gonna regret this," she warned you.

giggling nervously, you scoot over on the bed to make room for ellie and her guitar. she sits on the opposite end and you face each other, but avoid eye contact.

you were desperate to hear ellie play since the first time that she had mentioned that she could, but you didn't want to press her when she appeared shy. it was endearing, the way her cheeks would turn pink and she would smile but refuse to meet your gaze.

"take your time," you joked in a whisper, waiting while ellie stared silently at the guitar in her lap.

"don't laugh," she stressed, eyeing you suspiciously as you make a genuine effort to stifle your giggles.

taking a deep breath, ellie began to play. it was soft at first, unsure, and you weren't sure if you should watch or look away.

you wanted to watch, especially with the way that her arms would flex and her fingers strumming the strings was entirely mesmerizing, but you didn't want to make her even more nervous.

you recognized the song after just a couple of seconds, but stayed silent. tilting your head to watch, you couldn't deny the growing smile on your face. ellie was beautiful, timid and aware but the music coming from her made you dizzy.

you would be perfectly happy to sit like that the entire night, listening to her play, but the sound of her voice made your eyes widen.

"we're talking away," ellie starts, her voice soft and warm.

"i don't know what, i'm to say,"

she appeared to know the song well enough, but she fixed her gaze on her hands as she continued to play anyway, not daring to meet your eyes now. you sat in awe, lips parted and eyes darting wildly from ellie's guitar to her face.

"i'll say it anyway... today's another day to find you, shying away-"

blinking rapidly, you try to steady your breathing. strands of hair fall into her face as she leans over her guitar and you ache, desperate to reach over and brush them away. her voice reminds you of vanilla, the kind that you use for baking and try to memorize the smell of before it gets capped again, buried back in the cupboard.

"i'll be coming for your love, okay?" ellie's voice grows even more quiet and you strain your ears, wanting to hold onto every syllable that drops from her lips. ellie's hair covered her blushing cheeks.

"take on," ellie shook her head and halted the strumming. "-me," she finished in her speaking voice with a short laugh.

"ellie, oh my god."

ellie winced, carefully sliding her guitar to rest against the bed. "that bad, huh?"

you rapidly shook your head, eyes wide. "you're amazing," you gushed, your determination to fill the girl's head with praise overshadowed any sense of anxiety that would prevent you from saying such things.

"you next?" ellie posed, brushing off the compliment. she didn't do it to be rude, she just couldn't face it. it was too much, the way you stared at her in awe with compliments frantically leaving your lips.

"you're funny. i love that you think i could be capable of following that," you retort, your body tensing at how easily you said the word love. despite the fact that it was of casual use and in a casual conversation, the word simply felt too real. it was too raw, too weighted and dangerous even to be used in a regular manner.

"i could teach you?" ellie murmured. she watched you carefully, her quiet offer hanging in the air.

the idea of holding ellie's guitar and having her hands guide and place your own planted in your mind. you leaned back on your hands, swallowing hard.

"no," you automatically declined.

ellie smiled but it lacked sincerity.

"i would be hopeless," you're quick to clarify. "i'm barely functioning as is..."

ellie looks curious, tilting her head.

"finals," you clarify again. you opt out of explaining how simply being around her is enough to make you malfunction.

eyes wide in understanding, ellie nodded and sighed. "right. that."

"if you're really, truly offering though... i would love for you to teach me sometime." the words leave your mouth before you can reconsider, and your heart pounds.

for some reason it felt daunting to speak like that, like the future of your friendship. would ellie still want to even be friends after this semester? was it just a one class friendship type of thing? the situation where you talk to someone to help each other with the homework, and then never speak again? were you humiliating yourself now, expecting something out of her in the future?

ellie never leaves you to worry long, because her eyes are bright when she clicks her tongue enthusiastically. "you have yourself a deal," she agreed.

you danced around the topic, never really breaking into what either of you were doing next semester, let alone over break. you didn't want to pressure ellie, or come into your newfound friendship by coming on too strong. you were still a little convinced that ellie potentially had... more than friendship feelings but you also refused to be vain in the way that you would just assume that someone had feelings for you.

still, the awkward boyfriend and dating conversation replayed itself constantly in your mind. there were so many little instances and passing words that you fixated upon, overthinking at all hours until you finally passed out at night.

you also felt discouraged because the last time you were in this room, the conversation felt meaningful. weighted? you almost, ALMOST, expected something to come from it... for something to change. despite it, things felt as casual as ever. you had so much adrenaline and nothing to do with it.

"i hope you know that i'm seriously going to hold you to that," you said, eyebrow raised.

"i'll be looking forward to it," ellie tells you seriously.

she makes a point to look you in the eyes and you cross your arms over your chest, failing to allow yourself to be perceived as relaxed.

'how quickly would you cut me off if i compliment you again?" you muse.

ellie blinks, eyebrows knitted together.

"ellie, you are seriously so-"

"wanna proofread that paper i was working on?" she quickly cut you off, sitting up straighter on the bed.

you frown, mouth agape with sincerties at the tip of your tongue. ellie grinned at you, convincing and persuasive and it didn't take you long to answer.

"okay," you resigned, switching to lay on your stomach while ellie scrambled to retrieve her laptop from her desk. she plopped it on the bed in front of you before copying your position, laying next you and propping up her head in her hands. you hold yourself up with one hand and open her laptop with your other, trying not to focus on how ellie is practically pressed into your side.

"it's like homework is our thing," you mumble, the bitter tone in your voice unintentional.

ellie turned to face you, gaze softening. you felt her eyes on you but ignored it, the burden of knowing how close you were weighing down on you.

"i like hanging out with you," ellie whispered in admittance, carefully watching for your reaction. her cheeks burned and she was grateful that your focus was elsewhere. eyebrows drawn together, she dragged her gaze away and focused on her hands.

you turned to look at her now, sneaking a glance as she examined her hands. "i like hanging out with you too," you whispered back with a smile. it was genuine and scary and everything was still. you were nearly certain that ellie could hear how loudly your heart was pounding, but she was polite and ignored it.

"i'm glad you sat next to me," you pushed, watching the corner of ellie's mouth twitch.

"you sat next to me," she reminded you, looking over the tattoo on her arm to give herself something to do.

"seriously?" you scrunched your nose, amused by her commitment to the idea. "as if you didn't know that was my seat after months of being in the same class together," you retorted, partly wanting to put her on the spot just as she had done previously, insisting that you were the one to sit next to her.

"you sat behind me!" she exclaimed, voice comically rising in pitch as she attempted to defend herself. "how was i supposed to know?"

ellie finally faced you once more, eyes moving quickly over your face.

“fair point,” you gave in, only because she was so close that you could hear the quiet breaths leaving her. hesitating briefly, you looked down at her arm to where she was previously focused.

“i really like your tattoo,” you tell her earnestly. “i’ve always liked it.”

“yeah?”

you nodded, and ellie’s eyes crinkled in the corners when she smiled.

“thank you,” ellie breathed. she was so good at displaying modesty when she was proud. her gaze shifted but the confidence boosted the way she held herself.

ellie nudged her arm closer to you, allowing you a closer inspection. you reached out a gentle hand after she gave a nod of encouragement and carefully traced along the ink on her skin with the tip of your finger.

goosebumps pricked her skin at your touch, instantly causing you to halt your action. you lingered just for a moment, unsure which reaction would be best and not prompt something embarrassing for either of you. after a short moment of consideration, you removed your hand and tucked it under your chin instead.

ellie watched as your hand disappeared, a soft sigh escaping her when you tapped at her laptop.

"well, let's read this masterpiece then, shall we?" you asked meekly, waiting for ellie as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"let's do it," she affirmed, failing for once to muster any sort of drive behind her words.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you hadn't really noticed the sun setting, hunched over ellie's laptop and whispering jokes together on the bed. the curtains were pulled to originally allow the sunlight to brighten up the room, though the darkness slowly crept upon you and covered the room like a blanket. it went unnoticed at first, the bright laptop screen lighting up your faces. it was only when you finally pulled away and sat up that you had realized that it had gotten to be much later than you had anticipated.

"shit." you reached for your phone, wincing at the time that had appeared on your lockscreen.

you truly didn't want to leave, you were comfortable in ellie's room on ellie's bed with ellie, it felt more real by the second but you might as well have been in a dreamlike state. normally you would have to fight with your anxiety, not allowed to even enjoy hanging out because you would be convinced that you were overstaying your welcome or that the person you were with didn't even really want you there. much to your surprise, none of those thoughts flooded to you now.

you only felt peaceful and a little sleepy, ellie looked so comfortable in her hoodie and you would've been perfectly fine with remaining next to her for as long as you possibly could have. instead of allowing yourself to linger, you looked apologetically to ellie.

"i'm so sorry i stayed so long, i didn't realize..." guilt began to cloud your mind, maybe she really hadn't intended on you staying this long?

"what? don't say sorry," ellie rejected your apology, shaking her head. she sat up, reaching for her own phone as well.

"i just... feel bad," you said, and winced wondering how many times you've already expressed that to ellie throughout the duration of your short friendship.

"you know you don't always have to apologize when we hang out?" ellie mused, she was smiling but the intensity of her gaze made you freeze.

"right..." you replied awkwardly, another 'i'm sorry' threatening to escape. "i just don't want to like, force you to hang out with me. i'm sure you have better things to do," you mumbled, coming to a standing point.

ellie laughed your name, shaking her head in disbelief. "i'm the one who asked you to come over," she reminded you.

you opened mouth to continue your point, but the look on ellie's face made you clamp it shut again instead. she looked satisfied at that and stood up from her bed as well, stretching her arms above her head. you watched carefully, quick to avert your eyes after one short moment. your attention was focused instead to your coat and your shoes, preparing yourself for the early winter evening chill.

"if you're leaving, at least let me walk you back to your building," ellie insisted, frowning as you tugged on your coat.

"it's okay," you politely declined, trying not to fixate on the way that disappointment washed over ellie's features.

"i don't want you walking alone," ellie argued pointedly.

"you shouldn't walk alone either!" you laughed, but wanted to get your point across seriously. "you'd have to walk back alone, i don't want that."

"i'd be alright," ellie chuckled dryly, grabbing her converse from a corner in her room. you huffed, staring up at a phases of the moon poster on her wall.

"i'd be alright too," you grumbled, secretly flattered that she was being so insistent, even though you really didn't want her to have to walk alone.

it could've been plain common courtesy on ellie's end and nothing more, but your pulse still quickened.

"hey," ellie murmured, looking up at you as she tied her shoes.

"hey?"

"i'm coming with you," ellie said, decidedly.

your shoulders fell, a sign that you were giving up and ellie grinned down at her converse.

the two of you braced yourselves for the weather, but the cold wind nipping away at your face felt strangely refreshing, only when you knew you were headed for your cozy, heated room.

walking briskly next to each other, your arms brushed one another and even through the layers of sweaters and coats, your heart flipped at every slight touch.

"are you cold?" you uttered in question, your eyes worriedly examining over ellie.

"no," she shook her head, and your stomach began to ache anyway.

"you can stop here, it's about halfway and you can go back to yours," you practically pleaded with her but ellie denied your efforts without even giving it a thought.

"are you cold?" she questioned. always turning it back on you.

"no," you answered with a sigh. ellie shrugged closer anyway, tucking you into her side for warmth. you felt too tired, too cold and too happy for the excuse to be close to even try and fight it. it was dark anyway, any of your nervous tells were concealed.

"liar," ellie accused. she grabbed your hand, holding it up as evidence. "your fingers are red. don't you own gloves?"

ignoring the quickening of your pulse, you snatched back your hand and shoved both of them in your coat pockets.

"worry about your own gloves," you mumbled in complaint, though it was considerably lacking any weight.

ellie laughed, easy and light. "cute. horrible defense, though."

"it won't be cute when we have matching colds," you pointed out. you wiggled your fingers around your pockets, but they were empty. fuck, seriously, where were your earmuffs?

you neared your building and you really did feel guilty, having ellie walk back alone. she was stubborn, that's for sure, you were picking up on that pretty quickly.

"ellie, i feel bad," you tried.

"don't." she said simply. ellie shrugged her shoulders, eyes set straight in front of her.

you used this moment as an excuse to look at her, to really look at her. it was dark but her features were prominent to you, illuminated by the occasional campus light. there could've been a million thoughts racing around in ellie's head, but her expression didn't give an indication to any of them.

you hoped you were that mysterious, that intriguing too. upon the thought, your face fell.

you definitely weren't.

ellie probably knew every emotion you felt, surely your face gave it away easily.

she turned to face you and you quickly looked up, setting your eyes on the sky above you. it only made your frown deeper.

"i wish we could see the stars better here," you uttered in confession.

it was a pure thought, one you didn't really have to overthink or roll over your tongue before speaking. ellie made you so nervous.

"right?" ellie rushed, connected to your compliant. "it's sort of depressing."

"have you been to the campus planetarium?" you questioned, feeling silly you never asked before, given ellie's interest.

"more than once," ellie gushed. "have you?"

you shook your head, blinking rapidly. the wind was making your eyes water.

"oh man, we've got to change that. you have to go, at least once," ellie told you.

you smiled at her use of 'we' and realized you'd stay out in the cold for hours if only it meant spending more time with ellie. you had reached your building though, and wanted ellie to be able to get warm sooner rather than later.

"hurry inside, get warm, alright?" ellie said, almost like she had the same thought.

you hesitated, only for a moment. you had already informed her of your guilt, and telling her again would only prevent her from getting back to her room.

"thank you for walking me," you said earnestly. "promise i wasn't a bother?"

"you're never a bother." ellie's smile was a promise and you were prone to believe her.

"okay," you gathered, playfully shoving her away from you. "go on, it's too cold!"

ellie grinned sheepishly and took a few steps backwards, but didn't start walking until you were able to unlock the door to your building.

"text me when you get back!" you called, a pang in your heart watching her walk away alone.

"will do!" ellie shouted back, awkwardly waving before she turned and disappeared.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

knowing that you could count on seeing ellie in class made it lot easier to wake up in the morning.

you had a new motivation and a renewed pep in your step, the fleeting moments made everything else seem worth it.

you even had time to stop at your favorite campus cafe in the morning before class, your new favorite step in your morning routine.

it was busier than usual this morning but you were determined to stay positive, it would be a shame for your good mood to be so short lived. so, you plastered the best polite face that you could muster, even when too many people were blocking the door... even when the guy in frat letters cut in front of you in line... even when the girl taking your order made you feel embarrassed for accidentally speaking too softly.

no, you were determined to have a good day.

you had pressed yourself against the wall, as out of the way as you could possibly get while waiting for your drink, when you spotted a familiar face.

well, could it still be considered familiar if you only really knew someone from pictures? you watched for a moment longer, just to be sure, and you were filled with dread when you were able to confirm the fact that it was dina, ellie's friend.

you tried to look anywhere else, locking and unlocking your phone to look busy. it was such an awkward situation to be in, being around someone that you barely met only one time. you knew that she was close with ellie though, so some strange part inside of you still wanted this stranger to like you.

was a brief one time meeting enough for it to be warranted for you to say something? or could you be safe just ignoring it and pretending like you didn't see her? you debated yourself mentally and made the mistake of glancing over once more. dina caught your eye.

you quickly looked away, hoping the sudden eye contact would be taken for a mistake. you grew warm and stared intently at the counter, willing for your drink to appear when you heard your name being called in the form of a question.

shitshitshitshitshitsh-

"i thought that was you!"

dina appeared in front of you, with a guy lingering behind her. her voice was bright and cheery, but her brow was furrowed.

"hey, oh my gosh, i wasn't sure if it was you," you explained weakly.

dina waved it off. "how are you?" she asked politely.

"i'm... okay. how are you?" you reciprocated, though your eyes wandered while she was answering. the guy looked familiar, too. you could've sworn he was-

"jesse, by the way," he chirped, introducing himself.

"it's nice to meet you," you said honestly.

you strained your neck, trying to see if you had accidentally missed your order being called.

"-lunch with us sometime!" dina enthused. you turned to her, forcing the corners of your lips upwards into a smile.

"even though ellie keeps canceling," she grumbled. "it would be fun to have you."

"that's really nice of you to offer, thank you." you replied, head snapping in the direction of your name being called from the counter. "sorry," you laughed awkwardly. "i have to get to class but...but it was nice seeing you again! and meeting you," you added the last part, smiling at jesse.

"you too!" jesse said. "it's nice to meet someone that ellie likes."

dina's eyes widened, but she saved herself with a smile.

it was a simple sentence, basic really, nothing to drill into your head. to like somebody was average. you obviously like someone if they are your friend. you can like an acquaintance, or your favorite cafe worker.

it was nothing, really, and you truly wouldn't have thought twice about it... but dina's eyes widened. it was so quick, you probably would've missed it if you weren't prone to over analyzing.

dina's lips turned into a tight lipped smile, and she nudged jesse's arm.

"it was nice meeting you," he concluded with a cough.

you uttered more thank you, you too's before rushing away to retrieve your drink.

heart pounding, you made your escape. you held your cup tightly in your hand, scared to spill it as you began your quick walk to class.

it was normal. it was normal. it was normal.

[ part seven ]

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams college au #ellie williams fanfic

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superman - gabe perreault ❥

tw: angst? fluff? not proofread. this is my first fic lol. pls be nice!! inspired by superman by taylor swift

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lottie woke up to the sound of an alarm going off knowing very well it didnt belong to her. it belonged to the snoring and now slightly grumpy boy wrapped around her. who was tightening his arms around her waist because he didnt want to let go. he turns and puts his alarm on snooze and turns back to the beautiful girl in his sheets mumbling something about how all he needed was just five more minutes.

“gabe you have to go, youre gonna be late” lottie softly says sleepily.

gabe huffs and untangles his arms from her waist as he sits up; not before leaning over and giving lottie a kiss on the cheek that never managed to fail and give her butterflies even if it was five AM. lottie watches gabes tall and dark haired figure disappear into the bathroom as her mind begins to wonder off into a realm of wonder.

lottie knew what she was getting herself into when she met gabe and ultimately decided to get involved with him. hes a hockey player who happens to be a pretty darn good one meaning he was going to be gone on roadies and there was going to be days where he was going to leave for roadies. at days at a time.

he walks out stuffing something in his bag so he can leave off and save the world; or go play hockey. Its the same thing to lottie. atleast in her imagination.

“you okay?” he softly says as he sees his girlfriend sitting up on his bed staring at him, in his shirt having a bit of a dazed look on her face.

“im fine, it just sucks youre leaving again. I feel like you just got back” lottie sighs.

she was right seeing as they just came back from christmas break last tuesday and it was currently friday morning and he was already leaving. again.

“i know baby, but i’ll call you everynight and ill be texting you as long as i have my phone” gabe says walking over to her and gently stroking her hair. “we’ll be fine we always are” he mumbles before giving her the sweetest forhead kiss.

lottie looks up at him with some words hanging off the tip of her tongue but for some reason she just cant voice them. shes not even sure what exactly she wants to say.

he has his mothers eyes.

lottie cant help but notice. as she stares into them.

they get pulled out of their little admiring eachother moment when gabes phone goes off. lottie knows its most likely will or ryan waiting for him downstairs in the car ready to drive to the buses. she knows he has a busy day.

“ill be out in a moment” gabe says into the phone rushing to get his bag not before giving lottie a swiss kiss “bye babe i love you” he says rushed.

if lottie wasnt awake two seconds ago she was definitely awake now. they stopped and looked at eachother wide eyed knowing damn well they hadnt said those words to eachother yet. I mean lottie knew she felt them she just didnt know how to voice them. he knew she loved him. right?

gabe looks at lottie for a moment waiting for her to say them back like any boyfriend who does nothing but support and love her, but lotties mind was anywhere but in the room. at the moment just wanted to crawl up into a little ball and cry because she couldnt help but overthink the fact he probably didnt mean them and it was most likely one of those moments where you accidentally say i love you like when your five and you accidentally call your kindergarten teacher mom. your not his kindergarten teacher lottie, your his girlfriend.

she decided to do what she does best and acted ditzy.

“good luck!!” she said, patting his chest with a smile that looked eerily ill.

gabe was taken aback. a little because the first time he wanted to tell lottie he loved her, he wanted to make it special. he couldnt believe he did it just like that 10 seconds before he had to be out the door. but mostly due to the fact lottie looked like a deer in headlights.

does she not love me? was it too soon? is there someone else? gabe couldnt help but think.

he stared at charlotte for a moment before nodding to himself in what lottie couldnt tell was disappointment or anger? walking out the door.

he had to know lottie has always loved him since the very first day. right?!? that she'll be waiting for him when he gets back, right?

lotties mind was going about one hundred miles per hour.

meanwhile, gabe couldnt wrap his head around what just happened.

“gabe-o you good buddy?” ryan ask, seeing as gabe got into the car looking like he was about to break into a million pieces.

“yeah ill be fine” he said while irrationally muting lotties messages of her telling gabe to call her. he puts on his beats quickly after that signifying he didnt want the conversation to go any further.

ryan and will give eachother a look before taking off and ultimately deciding to let it go knowing gabe would probably just temm them later.

meanwhile lottie was sitting on gabes bed wondering what the hell is wrong with her. gabe is what anyone would want in a man. hes a gentlemen he treats her as if she was a princess and hearing those words wanted to make her scream and kick her feet. yet when the time came she stared at him. he probably felt like crap and that was not what he needed going into a weekend of gamedays. she felt horrible seeing as he was leaving her on delivered or just read.

part of her knew she deserved it and she just wanted to desperately tell him how shes loved him from the very first day and she just hoped he didnt go off and do something irrational, because he had to know lottie was going to be here when he got back, waiting for him right?

… to be continued

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justtwotired · 4 months

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Your POV:

It had been only one night since Lloyd had come over, and now I laid in bed, unable to catch sleep.

“I already told you, you look beautiful,” he had said to me, but the point is he hadn’t, had he? The only one who had told me that was Greenie, in the same kind of situation.

Maybe I was just overthinking things, or maybe I had been blind all along.

The same green eyes, the constant teasing and flirting, Lloyd could always hang out whenever Greenie was off work, Lloyd was always busy, could make sense if he had random missions pop up…

Which reminds me, it had been on multiple occasions that he got a random phone call and then had to leave in a hurry, he always had a weird explanation when I mentioned it later on.

They had the same kind of laugh, contagious and sweet. Sometimes Lloyd called me the same things Greenie always calls me, that could of course be a coincidence, just like all the others.

It just didn’t make sense to me, how could I have been so blind? Or am I just being delusional in thinking they might be the same person.

I could understand that he didn’t tell me, I’ve only known him for a few months, it’s not like I’ve told him about my illusions.

With a sigh I got out of bed and made my way to the window. It was a Thursday so greenie stood outside of my bedroom.

I turned to the window and wondered if he’d hear me sneak out… maybe?

I silently walked around, quickly putting on some sweatpants and a hoodie I stole from James. I listened at the door, I didn’t hear a thing, no breathing, nothing.

Was he even there? Or was he just being a ninja? I made my way towards my bed, wrote a note to Greenie that if he found the note, I was okay, I just snuck out and please to not tell my parents.

I silently made my way towards the window and opened it, slipping through and using the broom to close it as always.

I took a deep breath before bolting, hoping he hadn’t heard me and that I could safely make my way towards Luna’s house.

I dialed her number while sprinting across the lawn and the phone went over two times before she picked up.

“What’s up? Why are you calling at this time?” She questioned. “Are you running?” She asked.

“Hi, I just escaped my house, I wondered if you want to hang out, and yes I am running because I want to escape Greenie who might already be chasing me,” I said as I hopped the fence.

Luna laughed and I think I heard her getting out of bed. “I’m up for it, I’ll call the others alright?” She asked and I grinned. “Perfect.”

“Y/n!” I gulped as I heard his voice and looked behind me for a second, he was already chasing me, but at a safe distance so I still stood a chance.

“Oh, he does not sound happy,” Luna laughed, “let me know if you manage to escape, we’ll see you at the stairs in the alley by the video shop,” she said before hanging up.

I laughed and shoved my phone in my pocket, this was going to be fun.

Lloyd POV:

I heard her walking around in her room and I wondered what she was doing, probably couldn’t sleep. I contemplated on going in to see if she was alright, but decided on just staying outside.

After a while I didn’t hear anything, then a sudden bang, my eyes widened and I knocked on the door, calling her name.

She didn’t answer so I tried again. I gave her two seconds and then I entered the room. Panic fled trough me when I noticed she was not in the room.

I headed towards the window and saw her running across the lawn, making me curse, realising the bang was probably the window shutting.

I quickly opened it again and jumped out, running after her.

I called her name and she laughed, she seemed to be calling someone and hung up moments later.

“Y/n, stop!” I called but she looked back at me with a grin and took a sharp turn.

I supposed she was heading for the city, which was only a five minute walk, so it wouldn’t take long before she got there.

I noticed myself getting closer and had hope I’d catch up, even though we almost reached the city by now.

I reached my hand out to grab her arm but she took a sharp turn again and I missed, almost making me fall over.

The moment she reached the city she turned into an alleyway and when I also entered, she was gone. I heard her laughing in the distance and sighed, stopping to catch my breath.

This girl was going to be the death of me.

Your POV:

I texted Luna, telling her I escaped and I’d meet them in 5.

The moment I turned into the alley I had used a rain pipe to get onto the roof and I had quickly jumped into another alleyway trough that.

I had heard Greenie cursing and laughed at him.

I finally arrived at the stairs I’d promised to meet the others. I gave them a small bow as they applauded me with grins.

“You look like a tomato, how long did you run for?” Charlie asked amused. “About 8 minutes, give or take,” I said with a grin.

“Anyway, enough chit chat, let’s move before your ninja shows up,” Amelia took my hand and we ran out of the alley.

I laughed and slowed her down, letting the others catch up. “What are we even going to do?” I asked and Anthony bumbed into my shoulder as he walked next to me with his hands in his pockets.

“The gas station, obviously,” he said and I nodded with a grin. “Right, and who took a car?” I asked.

“We have the van and James has his motorcycle, so we’ll have to split up.” Arthur answered.

“Oh, I claim the spot on the motorcycle!” I immediately said, making James, who was walking in front of me with Luna, give me a grin while looking back.

“And I claim shotgun,” Luna quickly said, making her get into an argument with Charlie and Amelia.

I exchanged looks with Tony who just shook his head with a grin.

I got onto the motorcycle with James and we followed the others towards the gas station. We bought some drinks and snacks and hung out in the parking lot, Amelia and Luna already having made up and playing tag with Flora.

Suddenly my phone rang and I looked at the screen with a grin before taking the call.

“Where are you?” Greenie asked sternly and I bit my lip in amusement as the guys listened with interest.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I said with a sly grin. “Have you told my dad yet?” I asked and it was silent on the other side for a moment.

“No…” he eventually admitted, making the others chuckle. By now the girls also joined, wondering what was going on.

“Who’s with you?” He asked, sounding rather irritated. “Just the others,” I told him. “We’re fine, just hanging out,” I tried assuring him.

“Yeah, no, that’s not good enough, where are you, I’m picking you up,” he said irritation lacing his voice. “Bye, greenie,” I said before hanging up.

“We’re leaving him wondering for about an hour,” I told them with an amused smile on my face. “Are you sure you shouldn’t tell him where we are? He’s probably worried,” Flora said and I shrugged.

“Greenie is going to be fine, he’s going to be mad for about three days, but it’s nothing I can’t fix with sweets,” I said making the others chuckle.

Fifteen minutes later I got another call, I expected it was greenie, but was surprised to see it was Lloyd.

“Hey,” I picked up with a smile. “Why are you up?” I asked and it was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said and I nodded, even though he couldn’t see.

“Awe, so you called me?” I asked with a grin and he chuckled a bit. “Of course I did,” he answered. “What are you up to?” He asked and I looked around at my friends.

“Oh, I’m just hanging out with my friends in the gas station parking lot,” I said, “do you want to come?” I asked excitedly.

“No, it’s fine, I just wanted to hear your voice for a moment,” he said and I bit back my smile.

Before I could answer my phone was ripped from my hand.

“Lloyd, is that you?” Amelia asked almost jumping up and down. “Uh, yes, who’s this?” I heard him ask confused.

“It’s Amelia,” she said. “The fact you don’t know that means you have to hang out with us some time,” she said making him chuckle.

“I’ll do that another time,” he promised.

“I’m hanging up now, I’ll tell N/n you love her, bye,” Millie hung up and looked at me with a smirk.

“You are so dead,” I said and she ran, making me chase her around the parking lot.

When I caught up I jumped onto her back and we went tumbling over the ground while laughing.

“Alright trouble makers, get up before someone gets hurt,” Charlie came walking over with a chuckle and helped us up.

We walked back and James threw me a monster can which I caught with a small laugh.

“Is that my hoodie?” He asked with a small frown. “Yes, I stole it last week, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed,” I said and he huffed a small laugh.

“Uh-oh,” we look at Luna who pursed her lips and pointed at something. We followed her finger and I cursed when I saw Greenie coming our way.

Anthony quickly stood in front of me, followed by Arthur.

“She isn’t here,” the latter said when Greenie arrived. “Funny,” he said unamused. “Y/n, I am taking you back home right now,” he said and I pushed passed the twins in front off me.

“Fine, fine,” I said with a grin and gave my can back to James. “I’ll see you all tomorrow,” I waved at my friends and Greenie took my by the arm and let me towards his motorcycle.

“Are you absolutely insane?” He asked me when we got there. “What? Nothing happened,” I said and he sighed in frustration.

“No, it didn’t, but something could have happened, what if someone had grabbed you or- or hurt you in any way?” He interrogated and I just shrugged. “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you and I was not there to protect you, alright,” he said and my words got caught in my throat.

“I am taking you home, I’m not going to tell your parents but if you ever pull anything like that I again just know I will,” he warned me before shoving his helmet in my hands and getting onto his bike, waiting for me to climb on aswel.

I leaned my head against his back as we drove home, almost drifting of, but still staying awake, watching lights and trees fly by.

We arrived back home and he walked me to my room without exchanging words. I entered my room and bid him goodnight, not receiving a word back.

When I woke up the next day he was already gone.

I walked up to my grinning friends standing at the lockers and I opened mine without saying much. “So, did you receive scoldings? Are you grounded?” Arthur asked with a smirk.

“Of course she’s grounded, that’s just a stupid question,” Luna bit towards him and then looked back at me expectantly.

“He, Uhm,” I looked down at the ground for a moment and then turned to my friends. “He didn’t tell my parents,” I finished and they seemed surprised.

“He… didn’t?”” Flora asked confused. “No, he didn’t, but he is furious with me, ignoring me and everything,” I said a bit disappointed.

“Oh, he’ll get over it, love, he cares about you, obviously he’ll be mad when you pull a stunt like that,” she waved it off and I shrugged.

“Yeah, you’re right, I won’t think about it much, besides, I’m meeting with Lloyd and his friends this afternoon so I can get my mind of him anyway,” I said.

“Oh, meeting the friends, though one,” Anthony teased and I stuck out my tongue at him, making him do the same.

“Why do I bother with you guys, again?” Charlie asked rather unamused. “Because you love us and we are amazing friends,” Amelia patted his shoulder.

“Right,” he said sarcastically. “Excuse me? What are you implying?” Luna glared at him and he held up his hands in surrender, a scared look on his face. “Nothing,” he quickly said.

I was in maths class, overthinking on how Greenie had found out I was at the gas station.

Then it suddenly hit me…

Lloyd. I had told him where I was and what I was up to, and if Lloyd was greenie, it made sense that he arrived 10 minutes later.

Why would Lloyd call me at such a time? Because he was worried so he used a different phone to contact me.

This made me realise that always when Lloyd texted me, Greenie was either free or not in the room, which meant there wasn’t really proof against the fact that Lloyd was the green ninja.

Alright, maybe there were a few things, but those could hold explanation, right?

I was still thinking about it when I exited the school and bid goodbye to my friends. Malcolm drove me to the park where I headed towards the food stall I’d promised to meet Lloyd and his friends.

Soon enough I saw them and Nya immediately ran up to me to hug me tightly.

“I haven’t seen you in so long!” She said excitedly and I laughed. “It has been a while indeed, we really need to grab coffee sometime,” I said and she nodded excitingly.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the others.

“Alright, so that’s Zane, cool, smart guy, says weird stuff sometimes, just ignore it,” she started off, pointing at the guy with platinum blonde hair.

“That’s Cole, way to kind for this earth, obsessed with cake, might look intimidating but is a sweetheart,” she turnend to the guy who was rather buff looking but had kind brown eyes.

“That’s my brother Kai, you know him, he’s not important,” she skipped over the spiky haired man who let out an offended noice.

“That’s my boyfriend Jay, he’s a complete chatter box and makes terrible jokes but I still love him,” she pointed to the boy next to Lloyd and then dropped her arm. “That was about it,” she grinned proudly.

“Alright, I will try my best to remember the names,” I said with a smile and looked at Lloyd who gave me an amused look. “I probably won’t, but I’ll get there eventually,” I said making them all laugh.

“Alright, so our plan was to grab some coffee here,” Cole pointed behind him to the food stall. “And then we wanted to head to the arcade, are you up for that?” He asked and I nodded with a smile.

“I would actually really like that,” I told them and took my phone out of my pocket. “I do need to let Malcolm know though, he’s in the car,” I said and started typing on my phone.

“Mal who now?” Jay asked confused. I gave Lloyd a horrified glance, he hadn’t told them? How do I explain that?

“Her bodyguard, guys, how many times do I need to explain?” Lloyd said and I let out a small sigh of relief. “Oh right, you told us about that,” Zane said, it sounded rather weird how he said it, but I decided on just ignoring that.

We grabbed some coffee and walked towards the park exit. I held Lloyds hand in mine and chatted away with Kai, who I knew only a bit from self defence classes.

“Wait, the first and second years actually call you mister Kai?” I asked amused and he grinned proudly. “They do, it’s amazing,” he seemed rather happy with himself.

“Don’t let the girls in my class know, they’ll start calling you that too- I swear they’re like obsessed with you,” I warned and he gave me a smug grin.

“Oh I know that,” he said, making me chuckle. “No but seriously, they talk a lot- and I mean a LOT about you- I think I’ve heard one of them moan your name,” I remembered and he let out a shocked laugh while Cole and Jay burst out laughing.

“That’s disgusting,” Nya scrunched her nose up. “Oh, don’t get me started- you know that guy- what’s his name? Kyle Whatson or something, they actually like him,” I said and her mouth fell open.

“Him? The guy which that horrible green backpack?” She asked making me snort. “That’s the one,”

We kept up the conversation and I found myself feeling comfortable around them rather fast, it was so easy to talk to them.

I loved seeing how close they where to each other and how welcoming they where of me.

The arcade was amazing, I had a lot of competitions with Kai and I realised he wasn’t just some boring self defence teacher who found himself amazing.

Jay was actually quite funny, even though Nya warned me about his bad jokes, some I could actually laugh about.

Cole was a huge sweetheart, he loved hugs, and I’d received about 7 at only the arcade (he did almost break my ribs a few times though) and he followed me around like a puppy wanting to know everything about skateboarding.

Zane was laid back, he was kind and helpful, he wasn’t as loud as the others, and brought just the right amount of neutral into the group.

Nya was still her sweet, amazing, badass self and dragged me everywhere to get my opinion on things.

The only thing off was Lloyd keeping more distance than usual.

So at one point, when Kai and Jay where in an intense fighting game and the others where watching, I noticed Lloyd stepping out of the arcade to get some fresh air.

I followed him and stood next to him for a while in silence.

“What’s wrong?” I eventually asked and he looked at me with surprise. “Nothing,” he said and I huffed.

“You’re acting weird, just tell me,” I said and he sighed, looking up at the sky for a moment, before smiling at me.

“It’s nothing, princess, I promise,” he said and kissed my forehead before taking my hand and leading me inside again.

Weird…

When we got back we saw Kai hitting the game they were playing while Jay cheered.

“Damn, they should call you mister hothead at school, I think it fits better,” I said with a grin and Kai slightly narrowed his eyes.

“Oh come on, I am not that hotheaded!” He said angrily and I laughed. “Whatever you say, mister hothead,” I said and he let out a slight huff of laughter.

“You’re not one to talk, trouble,” he said and I gave him an offended look. “Did you just call me trouble?” I asked and he grinned at me.

“I don’t know, did I?” He asked and narrowed my eyes with a small huff.

The others chuckled at our antics before Nya dragged me off to play a game with her again, quickly followed by Cole who wanted to watch and continue our conversation about interesting rocks from earlier.

Lloyd POV:

I smiled as Nya dragged her off and Cole quickly followed like a puppy, excited to talk to her. I loved that she got along with my family like that, and that they actually really seemed to like her.

I remember Cole’s ex and how nobody really cared to talk to her or get to know her because they just didn’t like her, and to be honest I was scared it’d happen to n/n at first, but I was dead wrong.

“Hey, are you alright?” I looked up at Kai and nodded. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked and he shook his head.

“You’ve been quite today, and it’s fine, but we’re having a fun day and meeting you’re girlfriend or whatever you want to call her, and you’re around moping and constantly keeping an eye on her,” he explained.

“Yeah, it’s almost as if you are still acting as her bodyguard and not the boy she’s dating,” Jay says and I just shrugged and looked at the ground.

“I think that Lloyd is worried because she ran away yesterday night,” Zane said matter of factly and Jay gave me a look.

“Come on Lloyd, it’s not like she’ll run away now, and you have to remember that she has another bodyguard on duty now and you don’t have to act like one for her,” he pushed my shoulder slightly with a grin.

“Jay’s right, this is a concern for the green ninja, not for Lloyd,” Kai said and I groaned. “Kai, I am the green ninja, I can’t just let it go!” I said and looked back at her as she laughed with Nya and Cole.

“I was so worried yesterday, I would never forgive myself if something happened to her,” I said and Zane put a hand on my shoulder.

“Nothing will happen to her, it will be fine, alright?” He said with a small smile and I nodded. “Yeah, alright.”

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f1goat · 1 year

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fwb x lando norris - part eight

In which you decide to become friends with benefits with Lando Norris, that can't be a bad idea right?

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“Lan? You’re-“ you can’t even finish your sentence. Lando softly pushes you inside your own apartment, almost lunging himself at you. His lips are firmly pressed again yours. He remembers to close to door behind him with his free arm, while not moving away from you. You enjoy the feeling of his lips on your own, you have missed this. Is it bad that you have missed this so much? It’s only been a few days. This can’t be a good sign. You quickly discard the thoughts, you don’t want your overthinking to ruin this moment. This is something you want to enjoy.

Lando his hands are roaming all over your body. His lips leave yours to move over to your neck. He presses some soft kisses against your neck and shoulders. You let out a soft whimper. While you enjoy his movements, Lando takes a quick look at your outfit. He mentally thanks you for wearing a skirt. That makes everything he has planned a lot easier.

You feel how Lando lifts you up. You’re still pressed against the wall, but this time a bit higher. Lando looks up at you, admiring you. He quickly unbuttons his pants to let out his boner. Before you realize it, Lando is sliding your skirt up and moving your string a bit aside. His fingers are sliding through your labia. You let out a soft moan when he brushes past your clitoris. It’s almost unbelievable that you’re already this wet. This man is doing things to you.

He likes the idea of you being as horny as he is. Lando can’t deny himself a small smile to form on his face. This is the best version of coming home to Monaco. He slides his dick inside of your vagina. At first he moves slowly, waiting for you to tell him to go faster. You don’t use the words, but you pull softly onto his hair. He gets the message and increases his pace.

Who would have thought that opening your door would lead you to getting fucked against a wall in your hallway? You can’t complain about it.

It’s fast and rough. Lando is sliding in and out you multiple times. Almost losing himself in the process. He lets out a hard groan when he’s almost finished. You recognize the feeling in your stomach, you’re almost there as well. You’re the first one to come, Lando follows you quickly.

After a short silence Lando puts you back on the ground. He sends you a boyish smile. He wants to say something, but a wave of doubt hits him. What is he supposed to say now? Wasn’t it rude to fuck you before even greeting you? He starts to doubt his actions, feeling pretty insecure about them.

“You’re early. That’s what I wanted to say,” you tell Lando with a smile on your face. Before Lando can react, you press a gently kiss against his lips. Lando is quick to forget about his worries. If you didn’t like it, he’d have known by now.

“Surprise?” He says, he laughs about his own remark. You laugh as well. “You can surprise me more often like that,” you say.

“I think I have to catch up after missing you for a couple days,” Lando tells you. “I think so as well,” you reply.

Lando is earlier then you’re expected. You were just getting started with the preparations for dinner. That means that you’re getting back to the kitchen, going further with making dinner. Lando decides to come with you, not wanting to spend another second apart from you for a while. While you’re cutting up some vegetables, Lando takes a seat close to you. He can’t stop himself from looking at you.

Maybe it’s time for him to tell you about his feelings. He knows that he can’t suppress them much longer. He almost texted you that he loves you. He stays silent sometimes because he doesn’t trust himself. He craves it. He wants to tell you that he’s in love with you, that he has had a crush on you since the first time he saw you and that he can’t spend a hour without thinking about you. He wants nothing more then to tell you how unfair it is that you can make him feel like this. But he doesn’t dare. How relieving it will feel, it will never beat the sadness of you leaving him. He knows what will happen when he tells his feelings. He will lose you. The rules between the two of you are clear. When there are feelings getting involved, it’s time to stop.

You look over at Lando while turning the meat over to the other side in your pan. The boy seems sunken in deep in his thoughts. You wonder about what he’s thinking. You turn your attention back to the meat cooking in the pan in front of you. But you can’t stop thinking about Lando. This is getting messy. You know you have rules between Lando and yourself, you know which one you’re breaking this time. There are feelings getting involved. You can’t deny it anymore. Your small crush has developed into falling pretty hard for the brunette boy.

After a while dinner is ready. It’s awfully quiet between you and Lando. It’s getting uncomfortable. The both of you are lost in your own minds. Both thinking about the same, the involved feelings, but you don’t know it from each other. If you only did. You and Lando quietly eat dinner. You try thinking about possible subjects to talk about. You know plenty. You’re curious about what has Lando been up to in England, how his workdays for McLaren look. But you can’t find the words to ask about it.

When you’re finished with dinner, Lando helps you with clearing up the table. Together you put the dishes into the dishwasher. Everything is still happening in silence. It’s slowly driving you insane.

“Thanks for dinner Y/N, I think I will head home now,” Lando says after a while.

You’re surprised about his words. Why is he going home? You want to question him why, you want to tell him that he should stay. Maybe the two of you can watch a movie or something? You want to end this day positively, not still with this awkward vibe hanging around. You think about your reply. After a bit you decide to settle for an okay. If Lando wants to go home, he should go home.

The words are so simple, it’s only four letters and you have said it. But in some way you’re messing it up. You can’t stop yourself from saying a completely different word. Instead of telling Lando the okay you had planned, you’re only saying: “Stay.” Fuck. You don’t know what to say next, but you also don’t want the awkward silence to go on. At on point you start rambling and now you can’t seem to stop.

“I don’t know why things are this awkward, maybe I was thinking too much. But I want to hear about your last days, I want to watch some dumb movie with you and cuddle with you. I don’t want you to go home like this. Let me make this right,” you ramble.

You’re surprised Lando heard everything. You were speaking pretty fast.

“It’s not your fault,” Lando tells you at first, “You don’t have to make anything right.”

You feel goosebumps appearing on your skin. You shiver. Deep down you know that this isn’t your fault. It’s on the both of you that it was awkward. You’re both lost in your thoughts. It’s not anyones fault in particular. But you know that saying sorry is easier then getting blamed later on. That’s how it works right? It’s how it worked with George after all. Just say sorry and avoid problems later.

“I didn’t talk to you as well. We both made it a bit awkward, don’t you think?” Lando continues.

A single tear runs over your cheek. You hope Lando doesn’t notice. It’s unfair how much time you wasted on George. Lando isn’t saying anything weird or crazy or something romantic. He’s doing the bare minimum. The normal thing to do. And you can’t stop feeling special because of it. This is so wrong.

Lando notices your sad facial expressions, he notices the small tear that runs down over your cheek. He gets closer to you. Reaching out his arms, waiting for you to chose what you want to do with that. You look at his reached out arms. You don’t think about your next action, you step closer to Lando and let his arms fall around you. You put your arms around him as well, quietly hugging the boy.

“If anyone has made a mistake it’s probably me,” Lando tells you while hugging you, “I shouldn’t have said that I’m going home in such a weird way. It’s ungrateful after the dinner you just made me and I lied.”

You look up to Lando. He lied? What does he mean with that?

“You lied?” You ask.

“I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you and talk about what we both did the last days,” Lando explains himself, “and I want to cuddle with you while planning what we will do together the next couple days. I want to take you out somewhere.”

Lando knows what he just said. He knows he’s breaking another rule. He knows all about the media attention it will probably get when the two of you are going out somewhere together. But if you want it as well, he doesn’t care about the media. It would be nice to show some people, George, that you’re actually spending time with him.

“That sounds lovely,” you reply to Lando, “Can we start with the cuddling part?”

Lando smiles, you’re the absolute best thing that has ever happened to him. He can’t tell you about his feelings. He can’t risk it to lose you. If this is all he can get, he would take it again and again.

The last hour you and Lando have told each other all about the last days. Lando is cuddled up against you, holding you close to himself. You love the warm feeling of him laying against you. It feels nice to be this close with him once again.

“Let’s do something together tomorrow,” Lando suggests.

“What do you want to do?” You ask him.

“Can you golf?” Lando asks.

You laugh while telling him no, of course you can’t golf.

“Great! I’ll teach you tomorrow, then we can grab dinner after,” Lando plans.

Lando sounds enthusiastic. You like it. You like the fact that he actually wants to do things with you. You think about the impact your date - can you even call it a date? - with Lando will have. The changes that someone will find out and post about it on social media are high. The whole formula one fandom will know about it after a few hours probably. You know there will be harsh messages from so called fans. Of course they will hate you for it. A big part will probably think you’re only hanging out with Lando for the fame, for the formula one world or to get back to George. But for the first time, you can’t stress yourself about it. It would be stupid to deny Lando his idea for online reactions. Let them think badly about you for all that they want. It isn’t going to ruin your day with Lando.

“If you want to?” Lando his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “I totally get it if you don’t want to do something in public with me. I know the rules, I know the reactions it will cause..” Lando continues.

You turn your head a bit, facing Lando. You notice the semi sad look on his face.

“I don’t care about that Lan,” you tell Lando, “I’d love to spend the day with you tomorrow and do what you have planned.”

“Oh no,” Lando says. You just opened the door for him. He slept at your place last night, but he went home to get his golf stuff and to get changed. You just changed your clothes as well. You notice that Lando is looking at them. Why did he say that exactly?

“You can’t wear that,” Lando tells you.

You look at your outfit, wondering what’s wrong with it? You’re wearing a short white skirt, it’s combined with a tight polo shirt. If you can believe your research on TikTok, this is exactly what girls who golf wear. You’re wearing sneakers with the outfit and your hair is put up in a ponytail. There’s nothing weird about your look, right?

“Why?” You ask Lando confused.

“You’ll distract me to whole time,” Lando confesses.

You let out a soft laugh. You were afraid Lando would say something bad about your outfit, but this is a lot better. You can have some fun with this. You are going to show him how you can distract him.

“You’ll handle it,” you tell Lando.

A bit later you and Lando are standing on the golf course together. Lando is trying to explain the basics of golf to you. You want to pay attention, you really want. But Lando his semi tight pants are distracting you. How can he whine about your outfit, when his is also distracting you? You try to hit the ball a couple times, but your swing is terrible. Lando laughs at you.

“Come here,” he tells you while standing a bit farther away from you.

You walk over to Lando. He is already holding his club closely to the small ball. Lando reaches out to you, grabbing you softly at your waist and pulling you closer to himself. He puts you in front of himself.

“Before I show you how to properly swing the club, can you kiss me?” Lando asks you.

You give him a surprised look. Kiss him? Here? You’re not used to public affection. What if someone sees? Or what if someone takes a picture of him while kissing you? You try to discard your thoughts about the media attention. You don’t want to care about that. But you do wonder why Lando wants you to kiss him.

“Kiss you?” You ask Lando.

He simply nods. You still doubt his motives. Since when is he asking you to be kissed in public places? You take a quick look around the course. There aren’t many people, to be fair there’s only a group of males from your age standing close enough to notice you and Lando. You vaguely recognize a few from them, but you don’t know where from. They are probably famous for something. You feel safe enough by your surroundings to press your body a bit closer to Lando. You face him before pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

Lando is quick to react. He grabs you by your ass, pulling you even closer to himself. His hand doesn’t leave your ass after that. He extents the kiss as long as he can. When you pull back, he lets out a soft whine. Disappointed about missing the warm feeling of your lips.

“What was that about?” You ask Lando.

You notice that he’s looking at the boys you were looking at before. You look at his face. It almost looks like he’s trying to send some sort of message to them with his expression.

“Nothing?” Lando says. It sounds more like a question then as an answer.

“Lan?” You ask again.

“They were looking at you,” Lando says eventually, “like all the time. I didn’t like it.”

You can’t deny that his words are making you feel all kind of things. The butterflies in your stomach are awaking and helping with those feelings. Is Lando jealous? Could it be? You don’t think about your next move. You press a kiss against his cheek.

“I didn’t even notice that,” you tell Lando.

“It was quite obvious,” Lando tells you.

“Hm, I did pay attention to someone else I guess,” you say.

Lando looks around. Is there anyone close to him and you? Someone he didn’t notice before? He thought those boys were the only ones. He sees no one else. Then who is it that you’re paying attention to?

You notice Lando his confused look. You laugh softly. “To you Lando,” you say after a while of laughing. Lando his confused look quickly changes into a happy one. He pulls you closer once again, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Are you now focused enough to teach me how to golf?” You ask teasingly.

“Hold the club with me,” he tells you. Lando positions himself behind you. You can’t help yourself, you brush your ass against a familiar spot in his pants. You don’t acknowledge it, trying to act like it was a accident. Lando doesn’t mention it. He shows you how to make a nice swing.

You and Lando make a few swings together. It’s going pretty well. You decide to tease Lando a bit more. You push your ass a bit more backwards and jiggle a bit. Lando lets out a soft groan when you move your ass around his dick. He quickly feels it harden.

“Tease,” Lando mutters in your ear.

“Oops?” You reply with a small smile.

You take a swing on your own now. Hitting the ball nicely. You turn around to Lando, sending him a grin. “That was a good one, right?” You ask Lando. He nods and tells you yes. You smile proudly. You walk towards Lando, still proud of yourself.

“What about a thank you for your great teacher?” Lando asks you.

“Dinner is on me tonight,” you suggest.

“No, not like that,” Lando tells you directly, “I’m paying dinner tonight, no discussion. But you can thank me some other way?”

He wiggles with his eyebrow. You laugh about it. He’s the absolute worst. But you’re falling for it each time. When the two of you are back at his car, you decide to thank your so called teacher. You doubt a bit about your moves at first. Why is he driving for McLaren instead of some family car branch? The car doesn’t give you a lot of options.

When Lando starts to drive back to your place, you place your hand on his boner. He looks at you, questioning your next move. You unzip his pants, within a few seconds you have his boner all free. You’re glad that your hair is already in a ponytail, making it a bit easier.

“What are you doing?” Lando asks you.

“Thanking my teacher?” You mimic his earlier words.

“Fuck,” Lando mutters when you take his hard one in to your mouth.

You remove your mouth one last time to answer Lando. “You better focus on the road,” you tell him. Then you focus all your attention on giving him a nice thank you.

Your hand is around the shaft of Lando his dick. Your mouth is covering the rest of it. You bob your head, letting his boner slide in and out your throat. You use your other free hand to caress his balls. Lando lets out a hard moan.

He wants to look at you, but he’s afraid that if he does he will cause an accident. He lets out a groan. He loves what you’re doing to him, but he is frustrated at the same time. He wants to give you his attention. He wants you feel you as well. Lando can’t deny himself one short look. The look of you almost makes him cum in an instance. Scrap almost. The second you look up to him, Lando feels his cum dripping out of him. He can’t stop looking at you while you swallow his cum.

A loud horn wakes him up from you. Fuck. He should have focused on the road. A car is honking behind him. Lando missed the stoplight turning green again. He holds up his hand to wave some sort of sorry to the driver behind him, while quickly driving further.

“You’re the worst,” Lando tells you.

“You love it,” you say. You notice that you’re responding the same way as you texted with him earlier.

Lando almost says it. He’s so close. He can almost feel the words leaving his tongue. But he doesn’t dare. Once again.

“You don’t even realize it,” Lando eventually says.

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five dates with mike schmidt

pairing: gn!reader x mike schmidt

genre: fluff, light angst

warnings: none

part 3/5

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third date // a walk in the park

No calls, no texts, no conversations for a week. It got to a point where you have slowly been giving up on your silly little crush. You tried to distract yourself with your work and with meeting other friends of yours but nothing seemed to lift your mood. A part of yourself hated being affected by a guy you only recently met. At the same time your heart just didn’t listen to your head.

You have been avoiding going to the mall for the past week. Someday you will have to face him and you are tired of feeling so frustrated. You walk inside and plan on buying some groceries. Will Mike spot you at all? Will he come up to you to talk or will he ignore you? Does he even work today?

Your overthinking has been abruptly stopped by Mike’s appearance. He is standing in a corner keeping a look at the crowd. You spot him first and freeze for a second. Here you are, unable to decide what to do. Some part of you wants to run away to avoid confrontation but another part of you has been missing him so deeply and is begging you to approach him. While you try to decide your next move he locks eyes with you. Once again you watch his whole demeanor lighten up, his eyebrows lift, fixing his posture and a gasp escaping his lips. The next few seconds you wait to see what he does next.

But to your surprise he gets moving, his feet quickly leading him to your spot. Mike stops a few feet in front of you trying to figure out what to say. He has had this exact scenario play out in his head the last few days. What to tell you, how to explain himself and most importantly – how to properly apologize to you. He treated you so coldly when all you were was kind.

At first he thought what he did was for the better. Abby asked him if you were visiting again anytime soon – which he denied – and he had to watch Abby’s face drop. His appetite was gone, he was even more annoyed with everything and he had nothing to look forward to.

Maybe it was selfish but he wanted you in his life. To brighten it up, to feel your warmth and kindness. He wanted you in Abby’s life, as a female role model and friend to her. He wanted you for himself, as his girlfriend.

“I am so sorry for how I acted the last time. I got scared and… I didn’t feel like I was good for you. I thought that it would be the best decision to push you away but I have been so miserable this past week… I truly am sorry.” he rambled while keeping up eye contact the whole time.

It was all you needed to hear.

“Apology accepted. For now anyways, we can talk about this more when we are in a more private space. Would you want to accompany me to grab a coffee?”

You two spent around an hour catching up a bit, drinking coffee and enjoying your time together. It felt like nothing even happened between you two but you still reminded yourself that you had to talk about it later. Otherwise you might miscommunicate in the future again.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Mike asked with his puppy eyes.

"Yeah, why?"

“Would you like to go to the park tomorrow? There’s this spot I want to show you… Only if you would like to though!” he really didn’t want to upset you with his suggestion right after you guys made up.

“Let me think about it…” you teased him a little but after a few seconds you gave in.

“Yes I would love to go. Are you bringing Abby too?”

“No, she’s at a friends’ house tomorrow so I only need to bring her home later.” he smiled at you.

The plan was set and you both gave your goodbyes shortly after. Mike still needed to work after all and you didn’t want him to get fired on your account. As you arrived home, you twirled with joy and already thought about which outfit you would choose for the next day and if you should bring Mike anything. You weren’t sure what he would like, so you decided to make him a quick bracelet out of braided threads.

You tried to sleep that night but you were too giddy from excitement, which meant that you were a little bit more tired than usual in the morning. Mike suggested going at 10 am, not too early but still a nice late morning stroll. You dressed yourself, put the bracelet in your bag and headed out. Mike was the first to be there and he greeted you with a shy smile.

“Good morning, I hope you slept well?” he started the conversation.

“I did.” you lied. I mean you can’t really tell him how big your crush is yet, right?

As you started your stroll together he had his hands in his pockets. You kinda wished you could hold his hand already, but it was way too early for that. A person can dream though.

“I want to apologize again for the last time. I have the habit of pushing new people away that are too good for me. For a long time it’s only been me and Abby – I couldn’t trust anyone else to stay in my life. So having you suddenly come in and… and making me happy to meet someone new again scared me. I thought the best decision for both of us would be to end this before it goes any further. I just.. I just know I’m by far not a perfect human being and might hurt you accidentally. I didn’t want that for you.” he admitted. You let him speak his thoughts before you thought of an answer. Some time goes by before you start to speak again.

“You know, I was kinda crushed when I came home that day. It went so well and in the end I thought I somehow messed this all up and it was my fault that you hated me… I’m glad to hear that wasn’t the case. But Mike, I want you to know that no one is perfect and you’ve been incredibly kind and forthcoming to me so far. And I can see by the way you care for Abby that you are a good brother. You should give yourself more credit.” you smiled at him and lightly hit his shoulder. He chuckled and just smiled back.

“So where’s this spot you wanted to show me?” you curiously asked.

“Not much further.” he answered mysteriously.

The two of you walked a bit more until he took an unexpected turn. You followed him and you were greeted with the prettiest view of the city. You gasped at the sight of it.

“Oh my god… this is stunning! I can’t believe I didn’t know of this place all my life” you were still staring at the view.

Mike however was only looking at you and your reaction. A smile appeared on his face again and he started to blush. He wished he could feel this happy all the time. He didn’t reply and just scooted closer to you.

In your admiration you only realized a bit later that your shoulders are touching. But once you did, it felt like electricity going through your veins. You felt like a teenager, experiencing their first love all over again. The awkward but cute phase of not knowing if you should hold their hands or not and the small touches whenever they can.

You both spent some time sitting at the spot and talking to each other. You got to know his hobbies, likes and dislikes, his favorite songs and artists, his favorite dishes and a good look into his backstory. None of you could hold eye contact for too long, both of you feel a bit nervous and shy throughout the day. After a few hours you guys got up and started to walk back.

In your mind you could only think about how you could initiate the hand holding. You couldn’t come up with a casual plan but you didn’t even have to. A runner was crossing you two and he slightly shoved you, causing you to bump into Mike. You took this chance and grab his biceps to balance yourself. Or that’s what you tell yourself.

“Geez that scared me.” you said annoyed as you looked back at the runner. Mike however was unable to reply because he was too affected by you right now. You seeking his protection (in some sort of way) made his heart race. He’s trying to act all cool about it but he failed. You kind of noticed that it’s affecting him and kept your hand there. And that’s how you both walked back until you stood in front of your house.

“Well it seems like we’re here… I really enjoyed today Mike. Thank you for showing me that hidden spot.” you turned to him and gave him a genuine smile.

“I mean I’m not the first person to discover it and I am sure a bunch of people know it too… but I’m glad you liked today. It was nice spending time with you again… I hope this isn’t weird but could I maybe have your number? It might be easier to plan our meetups that way.” he sheepishly asked and scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah sure!” so you gave him his number.

“You better call me. Goodbye Mike, till next time.” you teased him and went inside.

“I’ll for sure call you! Bye!” he gave you a big wave and his signature smile.

Mike went home that day happier than he had been in months. He even told Abby about his outing, leading her to ask when you were coming over again. That gave him an idea for the next date.

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Peaches & Patience

18+ Minors be gone ❤️

Jasper Hale x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, patronization (in a hot way, at least for me), pushing but not breaking of boundaries.

I wake up blinking sleep from my eyes. I freeze my body, a cold heavy weight against my back. I relax as quickly as I panicked. I grin and roll over. “You stayed! I said you didn’t have to,” I greet the tall blonde who is taking up about 85% of my full size bed. “I said I wasn’t leaving you darlin,” His southern drawl is thick. God! He was a sleepless ageless vampire he should not have a morning voice let alone one that hot. “Still it’s nice of you.” I’m blushing heavily.

He chuckles deeply, pulling me into a gentle kiss. “I’m taking you somewhere, how fast can you be ready?” For him? Five seconds flat. “Hmm, thirty minutes if it’s casual and only if you stop me from switching outfits twice,” I tell him as we both know my indecisive nature. “Sounds like a deal sugar, your showers’ already running.” God he was perfect. “Thank you!” I give him a peck on the cheek before running off to take one of the most rushed showers known to man. I shave so quickly it’s a miracle I don’t skin myself.

I exit the steaming hot bathroom with my hair fixed, wrapped in a towel. Jasper had seen me looking much worse but I refused to walk out looking like a drowned rat. Strong stone cold arms wrap around my waist as I stand in front of my closet contemplating my outfit. He peppers kisses along my jawline before whispering oh so sweetly in my ear “You’re at the 45-minute mark, much longer and I'm dragging you out naked.” That's not the worst thing I can think of. “You pick then” I motion to the closet.

He picked very well, the green sundress fits perfectly. I climb in the car and Jasper hands me a warm butter croissant. I had learned not to question the magical vampire speed so I just accept the croissant happily. “Are you just not telling me where you’re taking me?” I question him between bites of buttery goodness. “You’ve got the right idea Darlin, don't worry your pretty little head about it.” He squeezes my thigh posessively to punctuate the sentence. To outsiders, it sounded patronizing but to me it was sweet. He was giving me the option to relax instead of overthink what was to come. Overthinking being something that I did often.

The scenery is picturesque as we drive out of forks usual rain into sunshine and fields. We approach rows and rows of trees. Jasper pulls off the road parking. I look at him quizzically. “You’ll see in a minute Sugar, you’ve just got to be patient.He reassures me, stepping out of the truck before walking to open my door and setting me down outside. He lifts me like I'm weightless. We walk hand in hand approaching the trees until I stop in my tracks gasping happily.

“Peaches!” I grin excitedly. “Took you long enough little one,” Jasper chuckles. “Jas peaches do not grow in Washington how-?” He grins “I knew a guy who knew a guy and here we are.” This beautiful gorgeous man had searched for Lord knows how long to find an orchard of my fruit. Most likely the only peach orchard in Washington. I tear up a bit and throw my arms around him. “Thanks, Jaz that's so sweet” He squeezes me tightly. “Anything for you babydoll”

I let go of his embrace and spin around in circles giggling madly. Jas produces baskets from the truck and carries me on his shoulders so I actually have a chance of reaching the fruit. I savor every moment. Each fuzzy peach smells more sweet and delicious than the last. He sets me down in the sun-speckled field. “Are you gonna try one?” I sort through the basket pulling out the ripest one. I sink my teeth into the sweet fruit the delicious flavor exploding on my tongue.

I groan happily as the sweet sticky juice dribbles down my chin onto my neck and chest. Jasper looks at me with an intensity that makes me blush. “Such a sweet messy lil thing” Those words do things to me I am not prepared for. He pulls me into a deep hungry kiss, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance to my mouth. I whimper softly as he takes the time to taste every inch of my mouth. He has me in his arms, my legs straddling his waist faster than I can process.

He presses my back against the bark of a tree but I hardly feel it as he claims my mouth. I can hardly breathe when he pulls away. He places soft yet hungry kisses along my neck that makes my sensitive skin sing with pleasure. I'm a goner, I feel my panties growing wet as he nibbles and sucks at my pulse point. “Jas,” I moan softly. “Good Girl, make those pretty noises for me darlin.” I'm a damned puddle; absolutely melted in more ways than one.

I gasp out loud as Jasper licks a bold stripe down my chest. He pushes the straps of my dress down slowly, leaving room for me to protest. I don't and he trails hickeys down my chest. I grip his hair tightly. “Jas! I-” “Shh Darlin I know, I can smell how wet you are, can almost taste ya, sweetheart.” He grins against my chest no doubt able to tell that turned me on even more. I mewl his name when his mouth wraps around my nipple teasing the sensitive spot suckling and swirling his tongue deliciously.

Jasper pays the other nipple the same attention sliding my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me in just my wet panties. He looks at me, his eyes dark and blown with lust. “So pretty, so sweet.” he purrs, kissing down my stomach. I’m squirming and panting with need. “Jas please!,” I beg. “Patience pretty girl soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” I shudder at the intention behind his words. He pulls down my panties revealing my glistening and swollen pussy. He lips a bold stripe down the length of my slit making me moan out loud. “Tastes so good babydoll,” He groans into my folds

I moan and whine as Jasper traces every inch of my cunt with his tongue before delving it inside me. “Oh-!” I cry out. He grips my thighs tightly pulling me closer working me up with every motion knotting my pleasure tighter and tighter. He traces his tongue around my clit and I shake violently. “Jas m’so close!” He grins against me and sucks my clit into his mouth, making me fall apart. I cum feeling like molten hot pleasure as he laps me up like the sweetest nectar.

“I try and squirm away as I grow more and more sensitive but he pulls me tight. “Not so fast Sugar we’re not done yet.” He growls, stretching me with his fingers,rubbing against my g-spot harshly. I moan and clench around his fingers feeling the pleasure spark and pulse throughout me. He presses his hand down, compressing my abdomen, making everything feel that much more intense. I wail as I feel something inside me snap and I squirt all over his hands. I gasp violently trying to catch my breath. Jasper leans over me grinning. “See pretty girl you just had to be patient.”

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